the billionaire baby

chap 1

The alarm blares loudly, waking me up at six thirty AM every morning. I'm one of those girls who likes her sleep. I hit the snooze four more times before its seven ten and I can't stay in bed any longer. Well...not be asleep in bed, but I am going to lay here. Contemplate. Masturbate. I don't have a partner warming my bed unless you call Mr. Good-N-Ready, my handy-dandy rabbit vibrator, my partner. We wake up every morning together. And ever since I got this job at Mitchell Enterprises I've been hitting the vibe a lot lately. Why one might wonder?

My boss is fucking hot.

Hot with sexy messy hair, broad shoulders, and a piercing gaze that makes my panties wet-it doesn't help that I read smut all day either. He's an aloof type of man that if I were any other type of woman, I'd be throwing my soaking wet panties at his face, saying take me, take me now. But I won't. That would be totally fucking inappropriate. That only happens in my dreams.

I'm his secretary for God's sake and I have a fucking brain. I need this job. Throwing my panties at the man would find me either fucked-yes please-or fired. Most likely fired because I'm not the type of woman a man like him gets with.

He's a billionaire that had a billionaire-type childhood that sent him to the best of the best of whatever the rich subject their children too. But if he asked me to drop my drawers and spread'em, I might be tempted. Very tempted. But I'll keep my panty throwing strictly in my dreams.

I'm his secretary, although I barely do anything. I sit in a chair and basically read my smut all day long. Or work on my blog.

Anyway. I picture his wild, animalistic face coming over me and fucking me like a man possessed. I could usually read a little smut and get going but with my boss, Chase Mitchell stuck in my head, I didn't need any reading material. He gets my pussy soaked just picturing him in my mind. I let the little vibrating ears brush over my clit and the thick purple rubber of the cockhead sweep over my soaking lips, streaking the vibrator with my arousal. I didn't even need lube, the man got me wetter than any ladyporn book I've ever read. And I read them a lot. The dirtier, the better. I just finished reading Mr. Romantic by JA Huss and I swear it got me all hot and dirty thinking of Mr. Mitchell taking me like Mr. Romantic. Sigh. And that butter scene? Yeah. I'm a dirty fucking chick but since I've learned the art of masturbating at sixteen, I can't help myself.

But Mr. Mitchell is only in my fantasies. I am all that is professional when I am in the office. I'm able to keep my cool because I don't see him very often. He doesn't want a secretary or personal assistant but I do my best anyway.

However, every morning, I usually jill-off to the face of my boss. He had this hair that begged me to mess it up even more. I could imagine him thrusting into me as I pull on his hair, and I'd hear him talk dirty to me-telling me how tight my pussy felt and how he's gonna fuck me until I'm screaming out his name.

My arousal coats the silicone tip and sides of the vibrator until I slide it in and out of my vagina with ease. Then I turn the speed of the rabbit ears that stimulate the clit on high and fucked myself while imagining my rock-hard bodied boss drilling into me like a beast. I can picture his face as he comes. Hands lifting my ass, kneading as he thrust with powerful, hard strokes, hitting my g-spot until I'm squirting all over his big, fat dick. Only I hope his dick is big enough to hit that spot. I don't push the dildo all the way since I plan on waiting for the right man to take my virginity.

Yes. I am a virgin and I'm proud of it. I usually use the little rabbit ears against my clit until I'm spilling all over the soft sheets of my bed. Quick and efficient. That's all I need to make myself happy enough to go about my day without lusting after him like a club whore in a motorcycle club. Like those Kim Jones's books. The Devil's Renegades could...sigh-moving on. I could picture my boss in any book I read and I've read most of them.