I Am Love, Mr. Billionaire!

I cast a sidelong glance at my date for tonight, Danner Winfield, a handsome hunk who drives every woman into wet dreams. There's not the slightest doubt in my mind that he wanted my company to show me off to his friends. That's actually the case with many of my admirers, when they can't have real sex with me, they brag about our relationship.

And I like to play the game along, knowing that at the end of the evening a breathtaking reward awaits me. Danner is my favorite sex partner, he masters the act to drive me to those heavenly orgasms. I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend.

As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live by my own code of ethics, married and engaged men are not my thing, I avoid all the drama that comes with dating these groups.

Danner now possessively wraps his arm around my shoulders, with a soft smile on my lips I let him have his way, leaning intimately against his chest. I can already hear the gossip machines working overtime, the cameras on the mobile phones in overdrive. Danner and I are sure to make headlines with suggestive quotes in all the major tabloids tomorrow, perhaps with a ambiguous photo of us snuggling in each other's arms.

Not that I care a bit. I am the most read influencer and the gossip editions about me are sold out before nightfall. So I am also a good financial hit for media outlets. But my own booming software company is also benefiting from all this media attention. This fame brought me hundreds of new clients and a steady growth to other states in America. Even so with Danner's business.

So double the benefit, and I don't feel guilty about my dates, there is mutual share. I mainly like successful men and their business gets full publicity after our escapades. A bonus to that comes at the end of the night when we delve into an intense intimate pleasure.

Maybe that's why none of my dates complain that they can never have the real physical adventure with me. Our actions are limited to seductive oral sex, which still gives us the ultimate satisfaction. I never go for that to a house, hotel or other enclosed space. My preference is for daring sex in nature, by the pool or in the sauna, just to name a few of my most coveted places.

And Danner understands my needs perfectly, he's just as much of a freak as I am. Sometimes I suspect him of being gay and using me as a cover-up. I don't care about that either, as long as I get what I want from him.

Warmly embraced we walk to the buffet. I'm a real foodie, there's very little I don't like to eat. Danner fills a plate for me and we head to a free table. When we are having a great time, I see a man sauntering towards us with a glass in his hand. I remember him as Alex, an ex-lover. A few months ago, I went on a date with him, and he still has a hangover from that day. His sex was worthless, he was terribly nervous to have a famous woman like me in his arms and couldn't deliver.

"Alex, how are you? Come sit with us please," I invite him to our table. He responds immediately, pulls a chair back and takes a seat.

Danner and Alex are acquaintances, they attended Harvard together.

But the tension between the two is almost palpable, as they stare at each other like rivals. "Danner, shall we spend the evening together, the three of us?". I now turn to my date, a creamy idea taking root in me.

Look, Alex could really use some on-hand lessons, just in case he needs to fill in someday. And I'm so ready for a threesome tonight. Danner doesn't disappoint me, he sees through my plan but isn't really excited about the idea.

Alex tosses back the remaining alcohol in his glass and stares at me. It's slowly dawning on him what my intention is. Clearing his throat in the familiar nervousness, he silently stares at his former college mate. Danner needs some time to adjust to the plan, but in the end he takes no chances and reluctantly agrees.

My body is shivering in anticipation of what I will come at the end of this evening, I can already feel my juices leaking onto my panties. My burning nipples are erect, waiting for the lips of these men to cool them down. Whose idea was it in the first place to end this ball in the morning hours? I'm so damn horny!!

Those eyes!!

As soon as he enters the room, our eyes

clash.

Those gorgeous sky blue eyes draw me

irresistibly towards him, illuminating my being like a ray of light. We

continue to stare at each other, experiencing a rare physical and mental

connection that neither of us can deny. There is clearly an invisible bond that

drives and binds us together.

And then all of the sudden the blonde woman

on his arm demands his attention, forcing him to break our bond.

How I hate her!

I keep an eye on the

couple. I want to know exactly what position she holds in his life. She is all over him, touching him everywhere her hands can reach.

Jealousy threatens to

take over the best of me. At this moment I notice that Danner is following my

gaze towards the man and woman. "Dordrich Fellogan and his wife Elena.

Rich and influential media magnate with tentacles in the political top",

he remarks unsolicited. He sees me continue looking at them and grips my thigh

firmly under the table. Clearly to distract me.

Even then, if I don't respond, he tries to

seduce me by moving his hand up to stroke my pussy over my panties. Now I turn

my full attention to him and treat him to a stern look. "Don't break our

rules. No public sex", I remind him.

My eyes return to where I last saw the man,

but he's gone. I scan the area and see the back of his head in the distance where

he is in a conversation with a group of business people. But just then, as if

he senses my gaze upon him, he suddenly lifts his face, looks straight into my

soul again. The blood rushes through my veins, while my heart is beating like

crazy.

"Excuse me, guys", I apologize while

standing up, "I have to go to the toilet urgently. You wait for me here,

I'll be back soon". Danner's nod is accompanied by a disapproving sound,

he watches me as I make my way to the bathrooms.

There I hang over the

counter and look at myself in the mirror. My gray eyes seem lighter in my pale

face. 'Loraine, the man is married! You have a code of ethics', I remind myself

again and again. After throwing some cold water in my face a few times, I dry

myself and walk to the door of the bathroom to leave.

A step outside the door and I'm grabbed by the

waist, pulled into a storage area. When I look up I see those captivating blue

eyes from a moment ago hovering above me, our faces almost touching.

"Loraine", I hear him whisper eagerly.

My name sounds as

sweet as honey from his mouth.

"Dordrich", I reply in the same

tone. A slight smile appears around his mouth. "You've done some research.

Good for you!". Before I could think about it, our lips connect and sparks

fly over. A heated electric shock runs through me, all I can do is cling to him

like a unexperienced schoolgirl. He first slowly tastes my lips, then

passionately enters my mouth and demands my tongue.

I sink

into him, this intense longing is unknown to me.

For years I played the sex game, which gives

me the greatest satisfaction. But in this man's arms, I feel unsaturated, I

want more from him. He leaves my mouth to impatiently descend to my throat,

bites my shoulders and then I feel his lips between my breasts.

The off-the-shoulder dress goes down to my

waist, leaving me with only my bra on. His heated hands move to my back,

releasing the barrier and then coming back to close freely over my bare

breasts. A delightful sigh leaves my lips, I press my round bullets tighter in

his hands, while I rub my lower body against him impatiently.

"Loraine, I want

you more than you can ever imagine. This strong attraction is new to me, I want

to explore it further. But I'm married and my wife is here. We can't finish

this right now", he sounds pained.

My eyes fly open, reality hits me

hard now.

I wriggle out of his arms, the shame that

washes over me is so intense, it's impossible for me to look him in the eye

now. 'How could I have ended up in such a situation', I wonder in shock.

'A

married man!'.

I

straighten my dress again and run out of the storage room. Breathlessly, I

reach the table where Danner and Alex are waiting for me. "Shall we

leave?", I suggest. The three of us walk to the bar for the last aperitif

and make our way to the exit. Danner opens the door of his latest sports car

for me and I drop into the passenger seat, Alex hits in the back.

Silently Danner

drives out of the parking lot, I close my eyes and fall into a light slumber.

When the car comes to a stop, I wake up and when I look ahead I see a wonderful

veranda partly built in a creek. Sun loungers await there and the view makes a

soothing impression.

Some lanterns give

dim light, creating a very romantic atmosphere.

"Wow, this is fantastic, Danner. Your

latest acquisition? You really have good taste, dude!", I compliment him.

"I do", he winks, laughing. We get out of the car and while stripping I run to

the creek bank. With a perfect dive I am in the water that cools me totally

from the built-up steam with Dordrich.

I swim a bit away

from the shore and then back to the waiting guys. The three of us climb onto

the veranda and indulge in hours of delicious oral sex. In my final ride on

Alex's magnificent tongue to a heavenly orgasm, I feel Danner's cum sink down

my throat in long welts.

'Dordrich', echoes through my head as I

finally fall asleep, exhausted on Danner's chest.

As expected, my

beautiful face is on the front page of many prestigious society magazines.

Still in bed, I check

the internet notifications on my phone of my name in the media. In some cover

photos I am lovingly in Danner's arms, others chose a solo of me in a seductive

pose.

Another effective marketing for my and

Danner's companies, I must not forget to instruct my public relations

department to send a nice gift to the journalists who worked on the articles.

Journalists love when their work is appreciated and rewarded. They keep

complaining of being overworked and underpaid, so an expensive and useful gift

is always in order for the next promotion.

I sigh resignedly and

place my hands under my head as I stare at the ceiling. Last night was again

unforgettable fun with the two men. Alex lost his clumsiness when he noticed

that Danner was determined to take over, to claim me completely if given the

chance. He understood that in order not to end up empty-handed, he had to push

his limits. And he succeeded in doing so later on, to my great satisfaction. I

reminisce about all the sweet sex we had together, Danner never disappoints me

when we are at it.

When we were done, he

dropped me off at home and drove Alex back to pick up his vehicle in the

parking lot. Then he called me to make sure I'm okay at home. Courteous as a

gentleman.

And then my thoughts

wander again to Dordrich.

Oh well, maybe I shouldn't look too much into

our encounter, he was just a short passing crush. I tasted a bit of him, he was

good and probably he has long forgotten about me. At home there is a beautiful

wife waiting to him, so why should his thoughts linger with me? I enjoyed it, every

woman has such an experience in life, nothing special. I think.

Hunger drives me out

of bed and as I'm about to prepare myself breakfast, the intercom rings.

"Miss Windrug, twenty bouquets of roses are being delivered for you. We'll

bring them up in five minutes", I hear the receptionist saying. I look at

the device in shock. Who, what?!

"O my God! Is

there a card with it?", I ask her.

"No, anonymous. You have a secret

admirer", she laughs. Well, free flowers are nice too, I guess. When they

are delivered at my door, the bell boy is almost invisible behind the rose

bushes. He comes in and drops them in my hall.

"Miss Windrug,

the sender must be madly in love with you. These are worth a fortune!", he

teases me. "That's because I'm worth it. Nobody dares to send me cheap

stuff", I answer cocky. The echo of his loud laugh is still heard in the

hallway a few minutes after he left. I select a few roses from the bouquets and

put them in a separate vase to enjoy in my bedroom. Then I do see a card in the

middle of a bouquet. It has a heart and a 'D' on it.

So still Dordrich!!

I grab my hair and

let out a loud frustrating scream. I will do anything, again anything to forget

him, I promise myself. My self-regulation forbids me to mess with a married

man.

This attraction is dangerous. I have to get

rid of it, no matter how.

But those eyes, so addictive, so scorching,

to lose myself totally in them. Maybe I should rethink this all and just once,

only once, lose myself in this warm promise of unparalleled pleasure that his

kisses offered me. Only one time, enough to cherish a lifetime. Take in his

sweetness so I don't regret a missed opportunity for short happiness later on.

As I sit at the

dinner table musing on how to proceed with my feelings for Dordrich, my cell

phone rings. I answer, a journalist on the phone, if I'm interested in an

in-depth interview about my love life and business success. Of course I agree,

more publicity means better financial results towards the end of the year. My

employees are already rubbing their hands when they calculate their year-end

bonus.

I invite the reporter

to be at my house within an hour, end the conversation, and go to the bathroom

to freshen up. When I see my reflection in the mirror again, I remember the

night before staring at myself in the bathroom too. What Dordrich and I shared

next, that panty-dropping kiss makes me cringe. I can feel that wonderful

warmth flash through my body again, those hands that went over my breasts and

the sweetness of his kisses. A fierce war seems to have broken out between my

legs.

I turn around and

jump in the shower to cool off.

The journalist steps in on time

and we make ourselves comfortable on the couch in the sitting room. I'm dressed

in my best as usual, my makeup is done perfectly.

Her questions are

prepared and calculated. "Please call me Loraine," I offer, trying to

loosen up the air between us.

"Who is your current love

partner?", she begins ambiguously. "I don't have one", I answer.

"You were spotted last night with World

Automotive general manager, Danner Winfield", she points out with a

meaningfully look in her eyes. I smile relaxed. "An old friend", I

decline her suspicion. "You know Danner and I are inseparable. We have a

business relationship and our interests often run parallel. We're just dating

occasionally".

"We also saw you staring love sick at

media mogul Dordrich Fellogan. Is he an old friend too?".

Now I decide to play along with her

cat-and-mouse game. "Who? I don't know him and was not aware of my

staring. But you have to admit he's a gorgeous guy, I've seen him in your

magazines many times. He's almost as famous as I am. Maybe you can arrange a

blind date?", I joke.

And

with that, I got myself into deep trouble.