The Eccentric Billionaire

You’ve always had a bit of a man crush on on him – he may be a bit of a misogynist, racist, weird ass jerk, but he’s also totally hot. In a bad boy asshole kinda way. You won’t miss the chance to meet him!

The manger nods smiling as you declare your choice.

“What I expected. Star power, am I right? I have to warn you, though, is eccentric persona is not an act for the public, he’s – really not easy to handle, young Lady.”

You smile.

“I’m pretty sure I can take him. He better watch out if he can take me.”

“Alright, I appreciate your confidence. You’re on birth control, though?”

Now it’s your time to blush, after all.

“Jut saying, if push comes to shove – you know his record of knocking up women by the dozen.”

You giggle.

“I don’t think it’s a full set of twelve. But yes, I’m on the pill.”

“Good. No need to become another notch in his maternity ward just to show him around today.”

You giggle some more about the thought as he leaves.

Little time later, the first delegation arrives. The crowd that has gathered in front of your building all morning remains calm, so it’s not the big one. A small delegation of men and women in conservative suits come to your desk, introduce themselves and smile at you professionally.

“Guten Tag."

You greet them with the only German you know and they seem to appreciate it, before you take them to the lift and accompany them to the upper level.

No one gets handsy, they fit the German stereotype of reserved, restrained professionals, but you do see mere than one pair of eyes wander down your butt in the mirrored walls of the lift. You smile at the men and the woman who appreciate your behind via the reflections and see them smile back. You're happy you could do a little something to improve the mood of the German business partners before the negotiation, as well.

The CEO’s PA receives you at the door as the elevator opens. She shakes the CEO’s hand – you’ve seen her welcome guests MUCH more intimately in the past from far away. She didn't get to that position without a positive attitude about physical contact and entertaining visitors, but she's following protocol with guests who are expected to be more conservative. You hope for her that the Germans' hard shell cracks a little an she get the chance to support her boss’s negotiations with some physical skill.

You nod at her smiling and take the elevator back down, just in time as the huge noise of the crowd outside announces the arrival of the Star of the day.

His delegation comes gallivanting into the lobby, the big man in the lead. He slaps a hand onto your desk.

“I’m here!”

No introduction, no greeting. You're expected to know who he is, what he wants and not waste his time.

You can see why people think he's arrogant, but you like the attitude, actually. He know what he wants and he takes it and he doesn't have a stick in his ass about it.

“I see that, Sir. Welcome. Very pleased to meet you.”

You introduce yourself.

“Of course are, babe.”

He makes no attempt to be subtle about staring down your top. You like that, you're proud of your new tits for reason, after all.

OK. Play our part. Don't let them think they’re actually made to wait, give them the feeling they’re getting special privileges.

“I was asked by the management to give you gentlemen the tour of the company to accommodate you and let you know all you need about your new business partners.”

The delegation, three women, all white, and one man, a big muscular black man, all like the big guy dressed casual reaching from beach goer over skater to stoner in a VW van, gets restless, but he raises a hand.

“No, cool, guys, cool. Lexi can surely show us some… deep insights in this joint."

He stares intensely at your tits and his entourage chuckles audibly. No need for subtlety when you're the king of the world.

You nod and walk from behind your desk to the front of the little group. Just passing him the big guy slaps your ass – not playful, but quite hard. It resoundingly echoes the lobby. Well. This tour will leave some marks. You smile and have a glance at the gathered crowd outside the glass front wall of the building - what ever one of them wouldn't give to wear those marks… you nod appreciatively at him and take your position in the lead of the group.

This being the purely administrative HQ of the company, you have little to actually show them – but you don't really have to. You feel the gaze of the two men and the three women likewise glued to your ass, lewd remarks interrupt your flow and you doubt they remember a word of what you said when the tour ends and you lead them to the cafeteria.

“You probably want to strengthen yourself for the big negotiation?”

The entourage gets more restless, but the big man agrees, whispering something into his black male companion's ear that makes him smile, you fill your tray with some light snacks and a drink and lead them to a table. Without invitation, the CEO sits himself next to you. Of course. He wouldn't wait for that.

“Really glad we did the tour, baby. Not that I give a damn about any of this, I just want your company's parts and all’s good. But you sure made it worth the while.

His hand ends on your thing and you smile at him. You were curious about him, after all. And it wouldn't matter anyway, you’re just good enough at your job to do it, but of course you don't mind,

“you're an a real treat for the eyes. Why don’t you hurry up eating and show us a more private place where we can prepare for the negotiation, hm?”

You nod obligingly.

“All of you?”

“I’m for perfect transparency, I share everything!”

You nod… gulp a little as to what that entitles, but swallow the last bite with a gulp of water and lead the two men and three women into an empty conference room and lock the door behind you.

As the big boss makes no move on you - surprising, he didn't seem to be the type who needs to be coaxed a minute ago - you put your arms on his shoulders and try to kiss him, but he puts a hand against your chest and pushes you back,

“No, not me, babe. I'm not worthy of fucking such a hot thing like you!”

You freeze, try to comprehend that last sentence. Humble to the point of self depriving? How the hell does that fit into his personality profile? And if that’s really what he thinks, why re we you doing here?

“My associate on the other hand…”

He nods to the big black guy who smiles at you now.

“Now, he's a real man. I'm not gonna pretend I can give you anything half as good as he does!”

You unfreeze. Slowly. It’s dawning on you, what you’re doing here. The guy's a cuck. Not in the modern social media Bullshit way of insulting everyone who you think is too sensible or sensitive, but on the old fashioned, I just wanna watch, kinda way.

You gather your thoughts. The big social media corporate world pop-star has a inferiority complex and only gets off watching others doing better than him. It almost makes too much sense. Psychologists might write books about it.

You smile warmly, to the white guy…

“You’re sure about that? You can't be that bad, I'm sure if we…"

“Oh no, I am. Really. Trust me, this is for your own best!”

Then to the black guy.

“And you're OK with that, huh?”

Hew nods enthusiastically. Well. No surprise, there, he probably gets the lion share of all the hot girls trying to gold dig his boss.

“Alright then, the customer’s king.”

You let go of the white CEO and turn to his black employee. You have to stand on tiptoes now and even then he has to bend his head to allow you to kiss him. You feel strong chest muscles through his tight shirt as you hug him closer and mix saliva with him and the bulge in his shorts seems – quite promising. Meanwhile his sissy boss took a chair, and with the three women of his entourage surrounding him, sits down. You're a bit distracted by the display. Apparently they're going to watch - him? How he doesn't get laid and only gets to what. OK, this guy is deeply into this humiliation thing…

He takes out his cock and you must suppress a snicker. He was right about one thing, you sure don't miss much. That’s the smallest cock you’ve encountered since you’re a woman, and then freeze a second. It's pretty much the size of your own cock, when you still had one. You used to call it "average” when you still had it, but after only two days a s woman, you can't help but think of it as small. If not tiny. The women seeing it agree. He probably pays them to.

“God, I had been hoping this hot sexpot would help him make it a bit bigger”, one of them snickers.

“Ever the hopeless optimist. She's hot but we've had girls in her league and it never did anything, did it. It’s just not getting any bigger, it’s just that tiny!”

The third chimes a laugh.

"You two are just mean. I think it’s cute! Like baby's pinky!”

They giggle and you shift your attention form the scene to your another. The CEO doesn't want your kind of attention, it seems. You focus it on - bigger things. MUCH bigger things. The bulge in his pants had grown massive and as you free it from his trouser care and it springs free, you gasp.

That on the other hand is the biggest cock you’re encountered since you're a woman, no doubt about it. That must be close to 30 centimetres. You wonder if that guy has any other job than the one he’s doing right now, because being compared to THAT is clearly his main qualification for a working for a man who’s into humiliation.

“Jesus Christ!”

You can’t help but become religious

“It that's what you want to call it fell free!”

As you're playing along now, you improvise. Look at the big boss and wink.

“Thanks for this one. And also VERY for much for sparing me to have to care for you tiny pecker. I don’t think I’d have found it, anyway!”

The other women giggle and the CEO starts wanking his tiny dick furiously at your insult.

You fall on your knees and start worshipping at the altar of Big Black Cock. Kiss the glans, lick down the shaft – an epic journey, until you reach the balls and lick them, too.

Your body is skilled at blowjobs, you noticed, but this one brings it to its limits, you manage to swallow half of it, and after that mostly focus on getting the head into your mouth and licking it before he picks you up like a doll and puts you on the big conference table.

You gulp – there’s no way to avoid this, and so you clench your teeth and try to relax as he pulls your pants down and puts his enormous dong against your lips and slides it inside, slowly and gently. You assume he’s very much used to treating women carefully with that thing, not to tear them apart.

Into this hole it fits whole, even as it takes a while to accommodate your pussy to it. She doesn't complain, stretched willingly, goes to her utter limits to let the huge black rod in. You feel it touch your cervix just then the balls hit your skin. All in, you didn’t think you could ever feel this full. He moves, not fast, gently, forward and backward, again - he’s used to small pussy - every pussy is small for him – and knows how to stretch them - but then he notices how wet yours has gotten and how willingly it stretches. He smiles down at you and enhances speed.

“You're doing well, little one. You’re OK?"

You nod eagerly.

"Yes. Please go on!”

And he chuckles.

“Did you have one as big as me before?”

You shake your head. You body seems to adapt easily to the life of an easy woman, but technically no, you didn't

"Natural born Size Queen. Cool. Don’t get that much. Many white girls are curios, but few are chosen!”

He winks at you and begins to speed up, fuck in and out and in and out. There's nothing much you can do, the huge rod nails you to the table, and your vaginal muscles can't grip him any tighter than they already do in their natural state, tightly as it already stretches them. You lay back, close your eyes and enjoy the fullness inside, the indescribable feeling of being fucked by a cock that should be a size too big, but ain't.

Eventually he groans and cum inside of you – straight into your cervix, you must assume; he’s right there with his head and his massive cock fills you so tightly it doesn't leave any space inside your womb for his semen to go anywhere else but forward. You didn't come – the strain of just taking him in was too much to relax enough for that, but you don’t miss it. The sensation of almost busting with cock was so unique, so fulfilling – literally – that it is a treat in itself almost as big as an orgasm. You open your eyes, and catch your breath, looking over to your lover's cucked boss in his chair. He's licking his fingers – with his own cum you assume. You didn't notice when he came – didn’t have ANY leisure to pay attention to the antics of the pathetic little man watching you getting the fuck of a lifetime – but you assume it was early. Somehow being a fast shooter seems the natural state for a small dicked cuckold like him. He didn't put his cock back in his pants - it looks even less impressive now that it’s soft - a condition the other women comment on freely.

The black cock slides out of you - this one is still huge. Even now that it’s limp, it's bigger than the white dick in the room has been when hard. You follow your instinct, bend down and kiss it when you stand up.

“Thank you, baby, that was a great fuck. Your pussy is amazing, you don’t get this tight and this receptible in one pussy often.”

You smile and pick up your pants and he walks over to his boss and they have as whispered conversation.

“Ma’am…”

Your eyes widen as he addresses you like this. He's completely fallen into the role of sub cuck.

“My associate would like to get to know you better, apparently you're the best white girl he ever had."

You feel yourself blush. You’re not a woman for long, but you are getting quite good at t….

“I’d be honoured to pay you two a lunch date at the bet place in town tomorrow.”

You hesitate, still trying to get the rules of this guy's perversion.

“Just us?”

“Of course. You wouldn't want a wimp like me who has nothing to offer than my money to bother you two on your first date. You're such a pretty couple. All I ask in return for paying the bill is that you two keep me updated on the evenings events. Don't worry he knows what I deserve to see from you. An if it it works out between the two of you, you maybe so kind to le me watch

You chuckle. This must be the weirdest thing that ever happened to you as a woman. But you don't want to miss out on the chance for another go with that monster cock, that much is for sure. And seeing the big business associate in this part is gold. You nod and remember to play the part.

“As long as you little pervert leave us alone, I'd be happy to have a lunch date with a real man!”

The black guy – whose name you still haven't caught, but - who cares – smiles happily and you see the shrivelled white Wiener twitch a little as you hit the right insult button, apparently.

“Excellent!”

“And you need to put in a word for us, I can't just stay out for lunch unlimited. If you tell my CEO It's you condition for the deal that I date... you, I guess you could tell them, not that I ever would, you jerk, he’ll allow it.”

He nods and puts his cock back into his pants and gets up. As soon as the door opens and the Head of PR is already waiting in front of the door, he’s back to jerk-wad mode.

“Well, that was a great fuck, wasn't it babe? Another customer well served by the great white hope!”

He smacks you ass as the thee women giggle and the man chuckles. You can read the expressions a lot better now that you know the big man’s secret. They laugh at him not with him. And he loves it.

You see them talk into the lift up to the upper floor and get back to your desk. You put a hand between your legs to check for semen leaking, but it's apparently all well sealed inside by the huge injector. Good thing you’re on contraception since yesterday.

Which reminds you of something.

You search the internet, and yes - that guy has recognized paternity of eight children from six women. How in the world… and then it dawns on you. You search for the kids online and find nothing. Not one image of any of his offspring. There are hints that some paparazzi pics have been made in the past, but all of them seem to have been buried under an avalanche of money.

You freshen up your knowledge about the cuckold fetish and can’t help but laugh out loud, getting the attention of the first of your workmates passing the lobby on their way home.

Taking care of and providing for the kids their women have with other men is a huge part of that lifestyle apparently. Even the origin of the term itself, deriving from cuckoo.

You’d bet all of your measly money against all of his that none of those kids are actually his. And that all of them are notably darker skinned than they should be if they were, which is why he keeps them out of the public. He maybe a cuck, but he’s a deeply closeted one.

A bit cowardly, if you had a say in it. That guys should just come out and stand up for what he is. A little perv who likes to watch bis Big Black Employee bang and knock up all the women he lusts for but can’t have, despite all his money, because he’s a limp dicked wimp.

You chuckle. This is not where you had expected your life as woman to take you but – you can’t deny that – being a cheating quasi wife/lover of course is one aspect of being a woman…. Even – or especially if the person you cheat on is into it.

You keep researching cuckold fetishes a little more - you have no quarries doing that in your work time – appeasing the COE was a job task and his is still a part of your work, as you see it, and so the rest of the day flies by until it's time to call it quits.