The Billionaire’s Nanny

Benson pushed the door to the suite he had bought off for just himself. He smiled at the interior as his eyes darted through the familiar decor, the leather cushions, the chandelier with blue lighting, and the glass tables. He had redesigned the room to his taste. This was where he had most of his one-night stands over the years. He did sleep with some of the women a couple of times but soon got bored of them.

As with all of the ladies that entered the room, this one too was overwhelmed by the sight that welcomed her. His suite was totally different from the already expensively decorated rooms. Her feet felt warm on the shiny wooden floor, her eyes caught the king-sized bed and she smirked. The walls were painted white. As you would guess, Benson’s love for art followed him even to where he only cane to bang chicks for fun. He had a lion painted on the side of the wall that was adjacent to the door.

She gulped as she took in the sight of the room. “You really are a man of style,” she smirked, letting her gown fall to her waist after unzipping it from the side. Benson turned and bit his lower lips when his eyes caught the gown hanging firmly in her waist. She was that full-figured and the gown too was right -purposed to enunciate her features that could be seen even with baggy jeans and oversized shirt.

He shrugged and splayed his hands at his sides. “I hear that a lot,” he smiled smugly to himself, slipping out of his hoodie and taking slow steps towards her. She dragged the gown down and stepped out of it as he approached her.

She was braless and also bare underneath the gown around her waist. Benson hissed and inaudibly grunted when she unraveled her nakedness to him.

She turned and wiggled her ass at him. He drew in air audibly, and as she heard him breathe heavily, she bent forward and slightly parted her legs to bring her cunt into sight.

At the sight of her shaved pussy, he darted down towards her and almost in an instant buried his face in her ass, digging his tongue into her pussy for a taste. He smiled in-between her ass cheeks, liking what he tasted.

She arched her back and gasped for air when she felt his tongue go inside her. “Fuck…” she muttered shakily, barely keeping herself standing as her legs quivered while he skillfully ate at her pussy.

“You are one tasty piece of cunt,” Benson heaved from under her after lavishly having at flickering his tongue between her pussy lips to get as much of her as he could.

“I-i get that a lot,” she said stuttering as much as she was shivering.  She stretched her back up until she was standing erect, then she turned and faced him. “Who knew you were good all kinds of business…” she stuck her tongue at him, sultrily peering down on the bulge in his pants.

“You are about to find out a whole lot more…” he said unbuckling his belt and sliding it off. “And I am not just good, I am great at being the best in the business, and about this business…” he smirked stretching his hand towards her, she took it and he suddenly drew her towards him and after a moment of breathing on her neck and cupping her boobs in his hands, he pushed her to the bed. She yelped and then smiled excitedly, loving the way he handled her. “Let me have myself a strong drink,” he said joining her on the bed after removing his pants.

Her jaws dropped when she saw his dick. She nodded and licked her lips at the realization that she would be left utter sore after their rendezvous.

She parted her legs and then smiled airily at the full sight of her pussy. She bit her lips at him and further spread her legs for him.

He stretched himself on the bed until his face was less than an inch away from her pussy. He closed his eyes savoring the heat that patted his face. He slid a finger into her pussy until half of it was inside her. He twirled his finger a little bit and then placed his tongue on her clit and began slowly flickering on it and at the same time slowly sliding in and out of her. He enjoyed the way she moaned as he did what he did. She twitched and twirled and quivered. He removed his finger and tucked his tongue as deep as he could into her. She moaned louder, encouraging him to go on so he did.

“How are you,” she moaned. The rest of her words at that moment disappeared into heaves and gasps as Benson took both her clit and lips in his mouth, sucking on her clit with her whole pussy in his mouth. It was too much for her and she let out a sustained moan. She felt like she would burst open if she didn’t.

He raised his face so she could see him lick her cum off his glistening lips. He dragged himself over her to reach her boobs. He wrapped his lips around her nip and suck on it. Her body shuddered under him in agreement with the pleasure he sent coursing through her.

He slipped his cock into her. Her body vibrated in shock as it adjusted to the stud that dug through it. She was stiff for a moment, breathless, eyes rolled into her socket and her back arched, leaning off the bed.

For a moment he thought she had passed out. He started thrusting slowly as soon as he felt her breathe again.

She moaned out his name weakly and held his hands to her waist. He thrust in deep and her waist trembled. He then increased his pace, making sure he was deep in before sliding out.

She raised her face to him and placed her finger in her belly button, saying, “I can feel you here,” her brows caved in and she bit her lips, painful pleasure spelled on her face. “You are so big,” she squealed.

He smiled smugly, pulled out of her, and turned her over. As he gazed at her ass, an image of Alita’s bum bouncing as she ran to Julie’s room flashed through his mind, dumping a question in his mind before disappearing.

What I’m I doing? He asked himself.

He slid his cock into her pussy, raised his face, and to the lion painted on the wall.

He wanted more than what he was getting. The. Sex wasn’t helping him forget. Internally he felt sex with Alita would feel better than what he was having.

As he let his thoughts and desire for Alita take over him, he ignorantly trusted deeper and faster. She moaned louder and louder. He was thinking, wishing he was thrusting into Alita instead of some random lady he’d just meant.

Up until he met Alita, sex meant just what he was having at the moment. It was simply a way to cool off and rejuvenate but mostly a way to get out of his head when he was beginning to entertain depressing thoughts.

Now, he wanted it to mean more than just a fling, more than just a routine to pass time away from sadness and stress. he wanted Alita, even more badly right there as he was fucking another woman.

He stopped thrusting and slid his cock out of the now dripping wet pussy when he noticed she was stiff and quiet. He jerked away from her and got off the bed.

He turned and looked at her as he reached for his pants. Her lids drooped as she smiled weakly at him. It tickled his pride when he was she was barely moving but the matter on his mind was more pressing.

As he dressed up to leave, he filled his head with more fantasies about making love to Alita. He took one last glance at his deed on the bed before heading down the hallway.

He came back to the bar and ordered the same shot he had ordered earlier. “Give me more of that stuff again,” he said to the bartender.

“Are you okay, man?” Joel asked while mixing his concoction. “I could barely recognize you when you came earlier and I could tell you were already drunk before asking for a shot of this,” he pushed the drunk to him hesitantly.

“I’m just really stressed out, that’s all,” Benson said, then poured the shot down his throat and gestured for another.

Joel, the bartender, nodded his head sideways. “Take it easy, Ben, I think you have had enough for one night,” he suggested but Benson sent him a glare and he gave him another shot as he requested.

Benson steered out of the bar and decided to take a cab home because he was too drunk to drive.

He reached home and decided to go and check on Julie before retiring to his room, thinking Alita was probably gone.

He froze when he opened the door and saw Alita touching herself. He wanted to retract and turn his face away but his body was way ahead of his mind. It was the hottest sight ever as he watched her moan to fingering herself.

He was rendered weak when she experienced her cum and fall back on the bed. She suddenly lifted herself off the bed and turned towards the door. Their eyes met as they stared at each other. He couldn’t move or say a word.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

A few seconds later, his feet moved forward toward Alita. He couldn’t stop himself. There was just one thing in his mind…