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Rich old man and my wife;
The first time I met him was at a staff party; everyone was
pretty shocked when he turned up, he was a billionaire media mogul after all, and we were just a small newspaper he'd obtained when he bought a bigger outfit
in Chicago that owned us.
But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy little
office.
He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.
Now Joyce was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn't in the same league as the models he was normally associated with, or the supermodel he'd recently married. My wife was [and still is] a beautiful woman, but it's her permisterality and intelligence that sets her apart.
"What were you talking to him about last night?" I asked her the following evening, the first time we had time to talk.
"Lots of things. He's such a nice man, Rick; and so
interesting."
"Did he say anything about the future of the paper?"
"Not really. He asked me a lot of questions though."
"What kind of questions?"
"About the staff mainly, but he was really nice."
"You said that."
"I told him about your ideas to help the circulation. I
think he liked them."
We were still talking about him when there was a knock on the apartment door. I opened it to find Him standing there; Him, our new owner, my boss, the billionaire entrepreneur, alone at my very humble door!
He offered me his hand; "Rick isn't it?" he asked.
"I... yes." I said, stunned.
He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he'd gotten through the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.
The big man looked around our small place, until his eyes settled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered.
"I wanted to talk to you in private." He said, "Mind if I
sit down?"
"Of course not, please..." I stammered, still not believing
He was here. "Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?"
"A glass of wine would be nice." He said, seating himself on our sofa.
"Sit with me, dear." He said to my wife, patting the cushion next to himself, "I enjoyed our conversation last night."
I poured us each a glass of wine, feeling confused and
threatened, yet helpless.
"I came by the newspaper last night to announce my intention to shut it down." The big man said, putting his arm around Joyce's shoulders; she just looked straight ahead into empty space, her eyes big and round, like an natural on a lonely country road shocked by the headlights of an unexpected
truck.
"I'm sure you know that the losses it runs are significant." He continued, "But then I started talking to Joyce here, about all the people involved. You all seem so nice; well, what's the point of all my power and wealth if I can't give a second chance every now and then."
I struggled to come up with some words; I'm a writer, not a
speaker. "But sir, I'm just a junior editor. Why have you come to me?"
His powerful hand clamped my wife's bare shoulder; she was wearing a simple strapped smock. Joyce just stared at me in shock, as if seeking some direction from me; but I had none to give her.
"Because of your wife, Rick. I'm very impressed with her; a PhD in mathematics is really an achievement. Now she's told me of your energy and ideas. I like the idea of throwing a new man into the ring, giving someone a chance to make a difference. Perhaps you can turn the paper around, perhaps you can preserve all those jobs and the families that depend on them. The position pays well, so Joyce could stay home and work on her theorems. Would you like that?"
My throat was dry; was this a joke? "Yes; yes sir I would."
"Excellent. I like to do something really good every now and then; I also like to do something bad on occasion. Sometimes, I do both simultaneously."
And with that, he shifted his hand to the back of Joyce's head, and twisted her face around towards him. He wrapped his other hand around
her neck for good measure, and he kissed her, he kissed my lovely young wife on her mouth. Her eyes bulged in shock, but she let him kiss her, making
absolutely no effort to stop him. How could she, after what he'd just said?
I stared in helpless shock; what should I do? A hundred jobs, our local paper, my future, or my wife? He was a hundred times the man I was, and we all knew it. A million dollars was pocket change to him, the
business I worked for was just a nuisance.
"Now here's how this would work." he said, breaking the kiss, and running his hand behind Joyce's back. "You'll do an article about me, you'll accompany me around for a few weeks. It will be mainly complimentary, with just enough criticism to make it seem balanced."
He brought his hands to my wife's thin pale shoulders and pulled the straps of her smock down before I realized he had just unzipped her dress; her small firm breasts stood proud, the pink nipples erect in the cold
air of the room. Her face was blank with confusion, and I guess mine was probably pretty much the same.
"Your publishing director is retiring in a month anyway. I'll promote you to the post, everyone will say it was because of the article, no one will ever guess the truth."
"And what is the truth?" I asked.
He turned to me for a moment and smiled, before tugging her dress right out from under my astonished wife and threading it over her long thin legs.
"I think you know the answer to that, Rick. Let's not
discuss the specifics, all right?"
I looked at Joyce, and she looked back at me, her big innocent eyes begging for an answer to this conundrum; how could we agree? Yet how could we refuse?
In the next few seconds, his shoes and trousers were off, he pulled my wife's panties off, her milky pale legs were splayed out, and right before my bulging eyes, he was holding a large and stiff old penis against her
groin.
"Relax my dear." He coaxed her persuasively, "Just relax and lean back."
"But I couldn't!" she objected feebly.
"Of course you can, my dear." He answered her, the full
power of his considerable permisterality focused on her. I was simply ignored, as if I was no longer there.
My tongue was swollen and parched, my limbs had gone weak; what kind of a man were we dealing with? who could do such a thing and expect
to get away with it?
He could.
Joyce is a delicate creature, with thin limbs and long
slightly wavy orange hair. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's; at 24, she was still asked for ID when we went to clubs. Her slim fine youth was in stark contrast to his large grey middle-aged bulk. Her innocent beauty was the opposite of his corrupted desire.
He lifted her long legs in either arm, opening her and
pushing her slightly back. She stared up at him silently, as helpless and stunned as I was.
I felt a weird numbness. I had not yet acknowledged what was happening, that an overwhelming power had suddenly crashed into our lives, and was now taking my wife right before my eyes.
On his knees on our carpet, the powerful man maneuvered his stiff rod to Joyce's spread pink snatch. She stared at him silently, her mouth
hanging open, the tension of this weird moment painted across her face.
His penis rested on her for a moment, then he pushed his hips forward, and the tip entered her; before my eyes, my young wife was being defiled by the billionaire.
"This is wonderful!" the media mogul exclaimed as he worked his bottom tighter into the valley of Joyce's smooth spread thighs. She looked at me for a moment, her clear eyes impossible to read, then
looked away.
"There's just no feeling like this in the world; total
domination, complete power, to take a young wife while her helpless husband watches." He said, sliding his big stiff member right into her. I realized that
there must be some lubrication coming from one of them.
"I have thirty-five thousand employees, I have dinners with world leaders, but this is true power. How old are you, Rick?"
"Thirty five."
"And have you ever watched your lovely wife with another man before?"
"No."
"Well that's good. It was once normal for a chieftain or a king to have his way with whichever woman he desired, but things have changed."
I knew he was past sixty, he'd had several wives, several youngren, and some grandyoungren. His big ass moved up and down, driving his big cock into Joyce's
body as he spoke.
"This is something primal, Rick." He continued, "I'm alpha male right now, I'm having your woman and you've chosen not to oppose me. As you watch, you will probably feel aroused; this is nothing to be ashamed of. Your instinct is to have her as soon as I'm through, so that your sperm will have an at least equal chance."
My wife was sprawled on the sofa below him, one leg trailing on the floor and the other thrown over his pudgy thighs; she stared into his eyes with a strange expression, as if unsure what she felt herself. As if she
was ashamed of her own feelings, her unspoken consent to his desire and my utter offense.
"The thing you should know is that your wife is more than willing, Rick." He said as he thrusted himself into her, "She was flirting with me for hours yesterday. You have to realize what I represent, I'm the ultimate
successful male. She's flattered that I should choose her, that a man like me would compromise myself this way for her. Yes, I'm old and not in perfect
physical condition, but I'm top dog."
He loomed above her, his hands on her slim hips; her knee fell to the horizontal, and I could see right between them, I could see her sweet pink snatch and the stiff old cock slipping easily in and out of it. She
looked so sweet and young below him, so fine, like a young. It was too horrible to watch, too fascinating to look away from.
He stopped for a moment, and taking her head in his hands, kissed her tenderly for a minute before resuming.
"You're a lovely woman, Joyce, but what really gets me is your intelligence. The idea of mating with a really brainy woman is totally appealing to me. Tell me, do you love Rick?"
He stopped fucking her while he awaited her answer.
Joyce spoke for the first time since this madness had begun,
several minutes and an eternity before; "Yes... yes I do."
"Excellent! And you Rick, do you love her as well?"
"Of course." I said, my voice sounding weirdly normal.
My employer started up again, banging my wife hard at the end of each stroke, so her body shuddered at each impact.
"You love her even at this moment, as you watch me defile her, as she succumbs to me?"
"Yes!"
"Say it again, tell her. Go on, tell her!"
"I love you, Joyce." I said, as my eyes began to run and my voice fetishd.
Her hands gripped his wide shoulders, her skinny legs
wrapped around his middle, and her breath came in short sharp gasps; her long orange hair fell over the edge of the sofa onto the floor, her green eyes stared at the face of the old billionaire she was coupled with; he fucked her hard, his big body dominating her totally.
My wife came, groaning with the intensity of the sensation; the conflict, the outrage, the pleasure, the passion. He groaned as well, and holding her tightly,
ejaculated deep inside her.
"Fantastic." He said after a minute's quiet. He kissed my
wife again and sat up, his cock pulling out of her. "There's nothing in the world that can top that, and believe me, if there was I'd know about it." He
said.
Joyce lifted her leg over him and got to her feet. She
looked at me with tears brimming in her eyes, and silently went into the bedroom.
"Ok, Rick, here's the deal." He said, making no move to
dress himself.
"You, and your wife of course, will spend a few weeks
traveling around with me and my entourage while you write your piece on the new owner of your paper. Is she on the pill?"
"She has an IUD."
"All right. That will have to come out as soon as possible. You can catch up with me in a few weeks."
"Wait a minute! You want to make my wife pregnant!"
"Of course, Rick. Why do you think I find her so attractive? I want fit youngren, smart youngren.
"As a wealthy man, I want to diversify my assets. As a
man, I want the same thing. I don't have the time to raise and love all the youngren I'd like to have; so this is the deal. I place my young in your house. No one will know, you will bring him or her up as your own. That's it, that's all. I know, you know, Joyce knows, no one else. I keep your paper open, you're in charge, good salary, respect. Joyce doesn't have to get that job in the city to pay her student loan, she can stay home with her computer and our young, thinking deep thoughts, perhaps solving a theorem or two, while being a lady."
I stared at him; even after what had just happened, this was way too far.
"Forget it! No way. I know you're a big guy, but we have our
pride too! We'll get by somehow."
"Rick." Joyce spoke from the bedroom door. "We should do it."
"What? Are you crazy?"
"I want to do it, it's a good arrangement."
She was now wearing a short robe; her hair was disheveled, her feet were bare, but her green eyes were clear.
Janet was the big man's PA. She was about 5'9", six feet in her heels. She took my wife away to a gynecologist for a complete checkup and to have her birth control removed.
We heard nothing from the man himself, but after another
couple of weeks, Janet turned up again, and took us and our luggage in a limo to the airport. We boarded a private jet, and were flown to New York. Another Limo took us to the Waldorf Astoria hotel, where we were booked into a suite.
That night, the mating of my wife and the affluent man who had bought us began for real.
Janet came by our suite first. She brought some things for Joyce to wear; black pumps and stockings, a pair of diamond ear studs, a bottle of perfume. She helped my wife get ready, fixing her hair and telling her what a wonderful man our employer was.
He let himself into our suite with his own key. He shook hands with me first.
"Good to see you again Rick, how are you?" he said affably. "Janet. Ah, Joyce; I've been thinking of little else for these last few weeks, how are you feeling?"
He took both her hands and looked down at her in apparent concern.
"I'm fine, thanks." She said. She was wearing a short silk robe over her nakedness, but the sexy nylons and shoes were very much in evidence.
"Excellent." He said, "Let's go into the bedroom. You too, Rick. I want you to be there."
"Why?" I asked despairingly; the reality was bad enough
without having to actually witness it.
"Because it's more fun that way." He said with a laugh,
leading my wife through the door.
"Sit there and watch." He instructed, waving at a chair
opposite the bed. I sat down as he gently removed the robe from Joyce's shoulders, as they tentatively kissed each other.
She was small in his arms; tiny and young, vulnerable. We were just ordinary people, we stood no chance against his charisma, his confidence, his awesome wealth. He'd pressed us into a corner; we could save the paper, the jobs of all our friends, we could jump into the life we wanted. All we had to do was let him impregnate Joyce. Just pretend that his young is mine; the young would be mine actually, I would be the psychological man. All He wanted was the biological part. And the sex of course.
Joyce was on the bed now, and he was lowering his head between her thighs. He pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her so wide that I could see his tongue stroke her gleaming pink vaginal lips.
Joyce shuddered, clutching at his head, squirming at his attentions; he didn't have to pleasure her. He could have just done the deed and gotten back to his very busy schedule, but he clearly intended to take his
time.
"I adore the taste of woman, don't you?" he said to me.
"I like the taste of my woman." I answered.
"The way Joyce wraps her thigh around my neck is sweet too." He said, as he licked her some more.
"There's just one problem." He said, looking up from his
task again; "The smell on your mouth can be offensive to some women. My wife won't kiss me after I've been in her box. Take over for me, Rick, while I rinse
my mouth."
"Take over?"
"Come on, man! She's your wife after all, keep her warm for a minute."
He gestured at her orange framed hole, the entrance of her womb, soon to be filled with his seed.
Her pale thighs were spread wide in invitation; against my better judgment, I stepped to the bed and lowered my head to my wife's waiting clit. I didn't have the gumption to disobey him, even here in the privacy of the suite.
She moaned, clamping my head between her legs. I pushed my
tongue into her, tasting her sweetness while I still could.
After a minute, I wondered what had become of the other man; I looked up to see that he was back already. He was kissing Joyce on her mouth
as I did her lower parts. There seemed to be something wrong with that, so I pulled away, back to my chair.
He rolled into the gap I'd left, filling the vacuum between her thighs with his bulk; she reached down to guide him into herself.
"Ah, that feels good." He said to her with a smile, "How is
it for you, my dear?"
"Wonderful." She said, "It's really nice."
"And you Rick, are you alright over there?" he asked considerately, "Why don't you pull it out and please yourself while you watch?"
It did feel good to have my cock in my hand, to stroke
myself while they did it together. It was a offense of course, but it hardly hardly mattered; there was no lower way to go, so I figured I might as well take my
small pleasure.
He wasn't very talkative this time, which was a relief
really. He just held my lovely wife tenderly as he screwed her energetically, his big barrel of a body moving above her, pushing his big stiff cock in and
out of her, readying her to receive his sperm.
Joyce began to come; he pumped her harder. She began to whimper, clutching him tightly; he stiffened, she cried out, he held her tight and grunted in satisfaction as he filled her waiting tubes with his premium sperm.
I held my stiff dick as they finished; he turned and looked at me. "Joyce darling, would you like to take Rick in your mouth? He's looking a bit left out."
She looked at me sadly, her big clear eyes regarding my lonely dick. She nodded her assent. I went to the bed, and she sucked me off as he watched.
It was a busy few weeks for me, I had to follow him around all the time, staying out of the way and making notes for my article. Every night, he made love with my wife, and I had to watch.
The second week though, he asked Janet to come into the room.
"Yes sir?" she asked.
"Janet, would you please give Rick a blow job? Watching his wife and I has been getting him a touch frustrated."
"Of course." She said, as though it was just another task. I
guess it was.
"Janet loves cock." He explained. "You don't mind, do you Joyce?"
"No, it's a good idea." She said. "Then I won't have to feel sorry for Rick anymore."
Janet dropped to her knees in front of me, and
took my cock into her mouth; it was incredibly friendly, so warm and wet. She sucked me gently, stroking my balls as I watched the couple on the bed.
I came in her throat, and she milked every drop from me before she was through, pulling at my cock and balls for more.
After that, she would sit with me each evening as we watched. Janet loved two things, kissing and giving head. She never took her own clothes off. She'd always sucked me off, swallowing it all down.
At last, our strange time with the superrich was over; we returned to our town, our life, our friends.
And Joyce was pregnant.
We didn't see him for about five years. Administration
people would come from headquarters to check up on the paper, he didn't waste his time with such trivia.
Joyce and I never discussed those weeks, the dark secret of
our success as well as the conception of our first young. We just got on with our lives, and I loved our first baby as much as our second, which came along a couple of years late
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