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. Who's idea was it in the first place to end this ball in the morning hours? I'm so damn horny!!
