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  Paul pinched the nipple he’d been toying with.

  “Ohh,” she moaned, softly. Her hand rose to protect her tit.

  He pinched her other nipple. She moaned again, writhing and covering her boobs with her hands. “Don’t do that, mister. Don’t.” The teenager looked at him through half–closed eyes.

  “You don’t like it?” Paul asked.

  “Noo. Hurts.”

  He smiled. Her father hurt him all the time with his cutting remarks and bossy, superior–than–thou ways. His anger flared. He watched her, lying there on the ground, wearing only her little lacy white thong. Her parents had handed Chelsea everything she could possibly want, clothes, jewelry, cars, status and privilege, and what was the silly girl doing with it? Nothing. Throwing herself at men’s cocks, virtually begging to service them like some kind of gutter whore. Yet, if they were to walk into Le Bernardin in New York or Dudley’s right there in Lexington, the little rich slut would get the red carpet treatment, and he’d be lucky to get a seat near the kitchen! Just thinking about it infuriated Paul. Since the billionaire’s daughter was servicing all and sundry, why shouldn’t she service him?

  He reached out and, taking a scrap of cloth in each hand, he tore it apart. Chelsea murmured, her eyes closed. Paul tore the thong on the other side and then pulled it out from under her, tossing it among the plants. Let one of the Norton’s three gardeners find it and wonder. Or, he chuckled to himself, let Sophia Norton find it. Maybe she’d know it was her daughter’s and she’d realize someone had fucked her precious last child in the walled garden she loved so much she’d spent more than Paul’s annual salary creating it.

  Chelsea had fallen asleep again. Paul squeezed his cock. He couldn’t wait to fuck her hot little cunt but, first, he wanted her to suck him. He inched nearer her face and guided his cock to her mouth.

  “Noo,” she said, turning her head away. “Want to sleep.”

  “You can sleep after you suck my cock, you rich little Norton bitch.”

  A sudden inspiration hit him. He grabbed the wine bottle, pulled off the cork and poured some over his cock before grabbing her forehead and forcibly turning her back to face him. “You said you wanted some wine. Here it is. Suck me,” he commanded, feeling an illicit thrill at treating his boss’s daughter like she was no better than a ten dollar whore.

  Chelsea tried to turn her head away again but he pinched her nipple.

  “Stop,” she cried out.

  “Suck me,” Paul repeated, slapping her face with his wine–wet cock. His pre–cum beaded his cock–head. He grabbed her hair and brought her face into his groin.

  “Ouch. You’re hurting me.”

  “Stop whining and suck me. You didn’t have any problem sucking the valet, so do it.”

  Chelsea’s eyes opened wide and she glared at him. Paul felt a little surge of panic. What if she told her father? Did Paul care?

  He shook his wine–coated penis in her face and then almost dissolved in pleasure when her mouth closed around his spongy cockhead.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. “It tastes like wine. Nice.”

  She started eagerly sucking him for all she was worth. She flicked her tongue around his glans and then took more of him into the moist heat of her mouth. Oh, Lord, this was heaven. Paul was in heaven. All at once, he knew he didn’t give a fuck what Mr. High–and–Mighty Jules Norton might have to say if he found out Chelsea had sucked his employee’s cock.

  “Urm.” Chelsea slurped on the thick dick in her mouth as Paul kneaded her boobs, pinching and rubbing her nipples, until they stood out, firm and proud in the night air.

  “Stop a minute.” He pulled back out of her and poured more of the costly wine liberally over his cock. If Mr. Norton could only see his daughter sucking his expensive wine off Paul’s engorged cock, the billionaire would have a fit. The thought of it made Paul’s dick throb. He offered it to the awesome teenager’s mouth again.

  Chelsea turned on her side, propping herself up on her elbow as she mouthed and tongued the length of his shaft before drawing his cock between her lips. Paul groaned when the tip of his dick touched the back of her throat. He dug his fingers into her hair, guiding her head movements.

  Chelsea Norton could deep–throat. His boss’s daughter was good, no, better than good, she was great at sucking cock. Paul’s hips bucked. He was close to coming. He pulled out of her and, holding his cock, flung himself between her legs, and aimed his dick at her cunt.

  “No!” the teenager shrieked, trying to wriggle away.

  “Stop that!” Paul exclaimed, angry at her sudden display of modesty.

  “I’m a virgin,” she screamed, her expression panicky. “I’m a virgin, mister. Don’t break my hymen, please. Please don’t break it.”

  Paul stared at her nonplussed. A virgin! “Hold still,” he commanded. “I’m going to put my cock inside your pussy. If you’re not a virgin, I’ll fuck you. If you are, I’ll pull out. Deal?”

  The teenager nodded, teary–eyed.

  Paul moved his thumb around her clit in small, tight circles just like he saw the porn stars doing in his favorite flicks. Chelsea sighed and widened her smooth, pale legs. Paul rubbed his cock up and down over her slick folds, smearing their mingled juices all over before pushing his dick into her pussy. She was so deliciously tight and hot and wet it took every ounce of his control not to suddenly ram his cock deep into her. He probed it further and further in and there it was, the barrier that proved she wasn’t lying. Paul was struck with surprise.

  Here the rich little bitch was, sucking every dick in sight but preserving her virginity for…who? Her husband? Paul waged a furious inner debate with himself before his more gentlemanly side won out. He offered her another deal.

  “I really want to fuck you, but it can be either your pussy or your ass,” he said, thrilled with how powerful and in control he felt with his hard cock partly inside the teenager’s snug cunt. “You choose.”

  “My ass,” she said, barely giving him a chance to finish. “Fuck my ass, mister.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, yes. But, be gentle. I’m never been fucked there before, either.”

  “It’s going to hurt more than being fucked in that wet pussy of yours.”

  “It’s okay. I’ll bear it.” The teenager flipped herself over and propped herself up on her hands and knees. Her ass cheeks gleamed whitely in the light of the full moon.

  Paul’s mouth watered. He didn’t think he’d ever seen such a beautiful sight. He kissed the teenager’s butt cheeks and ran his tongue along her crack until he came to the tight puckered bud of her ass hole. He prised her butt cheeks apart and swirled his tongue around this most intimate of openings, something he’d also seen people do in porno movies.

  Chelsea moaned and pushed her ass back in his face, clearly loving the anal attention. Paul grinned. What a little freak the billionaire’s daughter was!

  He couldn’t wait to be inside her one moment longer. He rubbed his cock along her slick pussy, coating it in her juices before guiding it to her opening. She was so tight! A true anal virgin! She panted a little as he retreated to her opening then pushed himself in again, a little deeper.

  “Hurts,” she said in a high, pained voice.

  “Want me to fuck your pussy, instead?” Paul couldn’t have cared less which hole it was as long as he got to fuck his billionaire boss’s daughter that night. After all Paul’s years of dedicated service and all his hard work for the Norton Group, he deserved nothing less than Chelsea Norton’s anal cherry.

  “No,” the teenager gasped. “Go on. I can take it.”

  Paul smiled. She had courage. Her father should be proud of her. Thinking about his billionaire boss and how outraged he’d be to know Paul had fucked his daughter in the ass almost brought him to orgasm right there. Little by little, he penetrated the girl’s hot tight ass until, finally, he’d buried himself in her to the hilt.

  Paul reached around her to fondle her cli
t as he began to stroke himself in and out of her hot teenaged ass in a regular rhythm. Chelsea pleased and surprised him by gyrating her hips, working her ass up on him. The sensation of her smooth firm teenaged butt cheeks pushing back against him, and of her tight heat engulfing him, sent tingles of pleasure spiraling through Paul’s body. He released jet after jet of come, flooding her pert ass with his seed as her inner muscles contracted, milking his cock of every drop. It seemed to Paul as if he’d never come so much before in his life.

  He sagged away from her and lay on his back, staring up at the wide expanse of star–dotted night sky. Chelsea reached over him for the wine bottle, held it up to her lips and took a swig. The scent of sex surrounded them.

  Suddenly, Paul realized he wasn’t hearing any music from the mansion. The party had to be over. He zipped himself up and leapt to his feet.

  “Chelsea, let’s go.” He had no idea what he’d do with her. Maybe push her in the general direction of the house while he hoofed it to the driveway to look for his car.

  “Hey?” She took another pull on the wine bottle and beamed blearily at him. “Want some?” She held the bottle out.

  “No, get up. You’ve got to go inside.”

  “Inside? No, I’d rather stay out here with you.” The teenager pushed herself up on her knees and pawed at his crotch. “I like your big cock. Let me suck it again.”

  “No, Chelsea.” He’d definitely have liked another suck from her expert little mouth and his cock was hardening again, but it was time for him to get the hell out of Chiswick. “Here.” He grabbed her dress and brought it down over her shoulders. As he fumbled with the buttons at her neck, he saw where she had a two–inch rip under her right arm. Oh, well. There was nothing he could do about that. “Let’s go, little girl.” He hauled her to her feet. She swayed a little when he let her go, but managed to right herself. Paul pulled her out of the walled garden and onto the lawn, avoiding the forsythias.

  “Where are we going?” Chelsea asked, giggling tipsily. “Let’s go to the lake.” She tried to pull him in the direction of the water but he hooked his arm around her waist and half–carried, half–lifted the teenager toward the house. Some of the lights had been switched off but he could see people moving about. He should be able to find someone who could locate his car keys. He wondered if the valet Chelsea had been sucking was still around.

  “Look, go through there.” He pointed toward an archway that led around to a side entrance.

  “Okay.” The teenager set off, tottering in her high heels. She was almost at the arch when she turned back to him, a surprised expression on her face. “Aren’t you coming?” She let out a small hiccup and giggled. “I want you to come with me. You should meet Daddy.”

  Paul felt a maniacal urge to laugh. “That’s all right. I’ll meet him another time. Bye.” Without waiting for an answer, he strode in the opposite direction.

  Paul didn’t see the young valet but another man who looked like an older edition of the Hispanic got his car for him. Paul was just about to duck into it when Jules Norton called out to him from the mansion’s open doorway. Paul’s blood turned to ice in his veins.

  “Paul, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”

  “Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Norton. I know you were busy.” I was busy, too, busy fucking your teenaged daughter. Paul bit his lip to keep from smiling.

  “Sophia thought I should wait to tell you but we’re going on vacation, and I won’t be back for three months. I’m taking the Norton Trust account from you and giving it to Bailey.”

  “No, sir, I––.” The air left Paul’s lungs.

  “Yes.” Jules Norton held up his hand to forestall anything further Paul might pull himself together to say. His eyes gleamed and Paul realized the rich fuck was getting off on being the bearer of bad personal news.

  Paul felt like he’d been struck. “But, sir, I work hard––.”

  The billionaire didn’t let him finish. “Bailey’s got some fresh new ideas for the account. I wasn’t asking you, Paul. I was telling you. Well, good night. Hope you enjoyed the party.” He clapped Paul on the arm and disappeared back inside.

  Trembling with anger, Paul got in his car and drove off. His boss had screwed him again. The man just didn’t stop. Goddamn. Paul pounded the wheel. He’d enjoyed the party all right. He’d enjoyed having Chelsea Norton suck his hard cock and then hammering it into her ass. Yes, that he’d definitely enjoyed. And, he’d enjoy it again. Yes, he would. If Jules “Big Moneybags” Norton was going to screw him, he, Paul Locke, would screw the billionaire’s daughter. He’d screw her in the ass and he’d screw her in her pussy. In fact, he’d screw her in every possible hole. Next time he wouldn’t play Mr. Nice Guy. Oh, no. Chelsea Norton’s cherry was ripe for the plucking and he, Paul Locke, was the man with the right cherry picker.

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