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Gone Crazy for Sex
A woman accidentally winds up in a solitary confinement room with a doctor, and things are about to get crazier.
The old adage that money doesn't grow on trees is certainly true. And the same thing goes for rich girls. In today's fast-paced, connected information highway world, it's hard to tell where anyone makes their fortune or how much of a fortune they actually have. As part of what I do for a living, I've experienced enough business class traveling sponsored VIP events, investor brunches, company-owned charter planes; camel Polo matches to know that life is, you know, it starts to seem like one giant blacked out a blur of shiny diamonds, platinum, and privilege. This kind of life just comes with the territory. But if you're not careful, your moral compass can tend to get a little bashed on the 10-carat rocks along the way. You couldn't sell my moral compass to the cheapest pawn shop and the worst part of town. But the best part about being around the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, if you can get through the thick layer of caviar and premium champagne are all the ripe new bile of age daughters with a family diary that would make any unfortunate Russian orphan die of shock from envy. These girls don't have to work a day in their lives, so they fill their existence with shopping all on daddy's aimags and sucking dick. I met Anna when she was only 19 years old at a company-sponsored Polo event while away on business. The Polo event didn't have any Polo or horses or mallets, for that matter, just a white tent on a polo field on a hot, beautiful summer's day. And his father owned the company. He got his fortune in kitchenware, and they were hosting some kind of event for investors and company execs. He is the guy that company was top-level executives received multi-million dollar bonuses just because so the event was all linen suits and extravagant Polo attire. It was a real nouveau riche peacock show, and I loved every second of it. I was there just sort of checking out the scene, reveling and taking full advantage of the bounty of libations and free cocktail shrimp. There's a distinct difference between regular rich and blasphemous rich, and his family was the ladder. Sure, money doesn't grow on trees. But that is until you build something most of the time a company like Anna's father's company, where you might as well have an entire orchard of money trees with lowly minions that scoop up the cash and bring it to you on a golden platter while you sit naked in a bath covered with more cash. Yes, my moral compass and my sense of self might be a little off. But you never think about what a life like that would be like until you meet a girl like Anna. Girls like Anna actually live that life, and it's not some kind of reality TV fantasy. I've been with girls like Anna before, so it's nothing new to me. And I never did it explicitly for the money or the life as most people think. I'm not that cruel and ignominious of a person. Even though I do love free things and pussy. Dating girls like Anna, Your days are generally filled with extravagance, sexual debasement, and depravity. Girls like Anna have the kind of privilege that most guys can't keep up with for more than a couple of days. Girls like her spend more money in a single dinner at a restaurant than most middle-class Americans make in a few months. Have you ever tried a $1,000 bottle of vintage champagne, but you tend to look at these relationships like some kind of rodeo that if you only held on for the full eight seconds, you would win some sort of trophy, even if it was some kind of sick and twisted personal trophy that simply said in some shitty font that I fucked a rich girl? Or maybe it's the badge of masculine honor that your machismo and not your wallet or perfect pedigree allowed you to hold on for so long. Truth be told, I'm a very ambitious person and not just when I'm looking for women to besmirch with my penis. When I went to this company event, I made sure to sit right at the head honchos table, even though I didn't know it at the time, and his father was an intimidating man; to say the least, he was Iranian. And although he wasn't religious, he was very strict and came from the philosophy that you must work hard for success. This isn't the same American philosophy where working hard is the equivalent of making a big and then resting on your laurels for the rest of your life. And his father worked very hard every day of his life and ran his company with an iron fist. Besides his company, he cared about his daughter more than anything. When I sat down at the table, and I was sitting right next to her father. She was young and didn't look a day over 18. She was still Daddy's little girl. And you could tell this by the protective shadow that he cast over her. It reminded me of an eagle watching over its nest bond. He wasn't watching over; he was watching over his company. While he was eating, he would look up and give these fiercely territorial glances around the room at all his employees. His company was his lifeblood, and so is his daughter. After about five minutes of sitting at the table, I had a terrible feeling that I didn't belong. I was immediately attracted to Anna, but she seemed totally unavailable and not just because of the fact that she was held on to so tightly by her father's hairy Persian talents. And it seemed like the kind of girl where if I tried to spark up a conversation, she would shoot me down and that distinct, demoralizing. I owned the world kind of way. As I was sitting there trying not to stare at her. She started making eye contact with me. It was one of those moments where you can't believe the girls actually looking at you. I was sure she was looking at someone right behind me. So I slyly look around the room and behind me to make sure no one was there. There was no doubt she was looking at me. It was one of those eureka moments. I knew I was in. I definitely wanted to bang this chick and knew I had a chance only if we weren't at her father's company event. I was sitting at the table for what must have been an hour or so. Multiple courses came and went with a bevy of delights, savory and sweet, but the sweetest dish was definitely Anna. Between courses, her father kept getting up and clanging on his glass, asking various executives to make toasts and the obligatory hail to our leader mumbo jumbo to impress all the investors. Even the plates, forks, knives, lobster shell crushers were all made by Anna's father's company on the first impression, and it didn't seem prudish in the least. But she did seem slightly conservative and coy. That is until I got a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath her white summer dress. Eye contact quickly evolved into full-on flirting. I was worried that we were too obvious. At one point, she motioned with her eyes and a subtle pointing gesture to look under the table classic. I look around to make sure no one else is looking and intentionally drop my dessert fork onto the floor without letting her father catch me. I look under the table and notice that she is pulling up her skirt. She had on a pair of white tights with little white flower details, a garter, and a belt but no underwear whatsoever. She gives me a full-on view of her perfectly trimmed bush beautiful; she was full commando underneath her dress. I thought the table would lift up and flip over; my erection was shooting so far out of my pants. At this point, Anna was in full-on heat. I knew she wanted me, but it seemed like it was urgent at this point. If she didn't get something inside her in the next 10 minutes, I was afraid she was going to pounce on me from across the table. So without letting anyone see my giant stiffy protruding from my pants, I get up and walk outside of the tent with the hopes that she'd follow me. And after a few quick breaths of fresh air and it comes out and grabs my hand. We raised to a limo parked under the tree about 100 yards from their tent. It was her father's limo. The driver was still inside reading the newspaper. And then I get in, and it's ice-cold because the air conditioner had been left on, and it tells the driver to take a hike, and he gets out. We had the limo to ourselves. I was afraid he would immediately rush to the tent to tell her father that she was in the back of the limo with some guy. But she assured me that she had known the limo driver her whole life and he wouldn't do that. He was on our side, thank God, and it lifts up her dress. She is skinny despite her incredible access to a vast amount of food. It takes African refugees years of famine to get that skinny. She also had huge breasts. Maybe that's where it all goes with pierced nipples. It was sexy to see a girl so reserved wearing nothing but a garter belt with pierced nipples bending over in front of me. And the danger of this situation with their father so close made it even more exciting. I enter Hannah from behind, and her face and hands press against the tinted windows. Every time I thrust, she lets out a little moan as her breath fogs up the window. I go out and harder and harder, and each time I thrust her nipple rings make a clinking sound against the windows. And just as I'm about to explode inside her, I hear the shuffling of dirt and the door open. It was the limo driver and Anna's father. Apparently, Anna was a brat on the way to the event. So the limo driver was getting back at her on my lucky day. He catches us red-handed imagines me behind his daughter with my cock inside her. Needless to say, he was beyond livid. I thought for sure at that moment that I was going to be murdered. He had every right to; I'm pretty sure it's in the United States Constitution that he was allowed to shoot me. It was his American right to kill me dead right there. She knew she really wouldn't get in trouble, and she had a devious smile as she tried to make herself composed by balling up her dress and covering herself with it. And his father grabs me by my collar, as I'm wearing basically nothing below the waist except for a pair of loafers and high socks, and throws me out of the limo. But in his anger. He doesn't throw my pants. By now, every one of the ten could hear the commotion and came out to see what's going on. I was running down the Polo field completely naked from the waist down. What a sight. After that day, I never heard from Anna again. A friend of mine told me that he read in the paper that she had gotten married. Another friend told me that her father had sold the company, and they were living on an island. Despite all that, I'll never forget Anna. She was sweet and had a devious side—just my kind of girl.
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