Dominating Victoria

Not everyone in the yacht was a celebrity, some of them were just stunning models, plucked from their previous existence by the owner of the boat, one of the wealthiest men in the world. All of the women on board would qualify for Playboy and in fact many of them had. There were only a few men, the billionaire himself, a couple of the senior executives from his companies and a few random celebs who knew the billionaire from the parties he threw and were there to enjoy his largesse.

Music blared out over the raised deck at the centre of the yacht and a large of of women in string bikinis were dancing and drinking beside the pool there. There were about 30 women serving on the yacht in an official capacity and even they were stunning models. It was well known that one of the best ways to crack into Sports Illustrated was to sign up for a one year tour of duty on the King Kong.

Slightly removed from the party on the deck was a lounge area where the Billionaire, his two executives and Charlie Sheen were chatting. With them were a bevy of busty beauties, some famous, some not. As the group chatted the billionaire reached around the swedish stunner next to him and ran his hands through her hair down to her neck. Victoria Silvstedt smiled uncertainly at his touch. She had been invited on board over a week ago and been high on coke for most of her time onboard. She had sat in with the billionaire a few times to flirt and gauge his interest. She didn’t find him that attractive but she had already been gifted with jewels and clothes worth well over one hundred thousand dollars this week. At this stage in her career this was the best she could hope for.

At the moment her head was buzzing from nearly two bottles of Champagne and multiple lines of coke. The billionaire continued to chat with the others as his hands went back to her perfectly styled blonde hair. Victoria felt her eyes close as his touch started to loosen the blonde tresses. Suddenly she found her head bending under a constant pressure from his hand. She found herself in his crotch just as her eyes opened and saw his other hand unzip his fly and drag his cock out. She opened her mouth to protest and found it suddenly full of cock. It wasn’t the biggest, hell it wasn’t even average, but the sudden intrusion made it seem much larger as he pushed her head roughly down on the shaft.

He didn’t even speak to her, just began a gentle thrust with his hips and kept the pressure on her hair to prevent her escape. Of course this is what she had been expecting since she arrived, even been aiming for. But she was Victoria fucking Silvstedt, not some cheap whore. She should be wined and dined, courted and desired. Not used in company like the some American tramp. This was insulting, no, degrading. All of this flashed through her mind in an instant as she felt him harden almost instantly inside her mouth. Victoria didn't really have much time to be offended however as the billionaire held two handfuls of her hair in his fists and pushed her up and down over his hard cock.

She could hear the pause in conversation before it picked up again and felt her cheeks burn with shame. To be used like this in front of people, like a piece of meat, was horrific. Especially in front of the other women, nobodies who she had spent a week looking down on. And now she was just a receptacle for a billionaire dick. She didn’t know what to do, her first instinct was to bite his fucking cock off but she knew enough about billionaire’s to know that she wouldn’t survive that. Men with his kind of money could make a call and a mugging would go wrong and she wouldn’t ever be heard of again. And trying to stop his thrusts with anything short of **** wasn’t going to work, not with both his hands now holding her head in place.

That fear meant she kept her head buried in his crotch as he started to fuck her mouth. She heard Charlie Sheen say something indistinct and the business men laugh. God she was so ashamed. If she couldn’t stop this herself then there was only one way to end it so she started sucking in earnest. Her cheeks started to hollow as she applied suction and she started swirling her tongue along the underside of the prick in her mouth.

She could hear the conversation die down again as she started sucking and felt fury building up again. She was a goddamn sex symbol, this billionaire had probably jerked off thinking about her when he was still a spotty faced teen and now he was basically jerking off into her mouth. But she couldn’t do anything else. She moved a hand to the base of his cock to get him finished faster. But the billionaire pushed her head down until his public hair was tickling her nostrils. It was infuriating so be so helpless but she continued sucking, **** to bring this to an end.

She felt him release her head started to come up for air but after only a moment he pushed her back down onto his cock, holding her head in both hands and moving her up and down rapidly over his shaft, practically fucking his cock with her mouth. She could feel the tell tale quiver of an impending explosion. At least he didn’t have any kind of stamina she thought with scorn as she redoubled her efforts. Conversation still hadn’t picked up so the entire room could probably hear the slurping sounds she was making over the dick in her mouth.

Her abuser gave a sudden grunt of lust and his hips bucked up off his chair, slamming his cock hard into Victoria’s submissive mouth as he exploded. Cum shot from his cock straight into her mouth and the stunning blonde swallowed rapidly. She heard a sigh of pleasure as he shot his milky cum across her tongue and into her throat. She pulled back slightly from his cock, but found his hands were still on her head, trapping his cock inside her skillful lips. She reluctantly continued her work, milking his cock and swirling her tongue over the sensitive head.

Conversation picked up again when Charlie made some stupid reference to stress relief. Stupid prick she thought furiously as she was finally allowed to rise. She tried to pretend that it was no big deal, wiping her smeared lips and doing her best to look normal. She kept her anger of her face despite the stares from the others in the room.

The billionaire put his cock away with one hand and kept the other on the nape of her neck. A knock on the door drew attention mercifully away from her as one of the security attendants on board came in. He was carrying a wooden box, shallow but nearly a foot long, and came to stand in front of Victoria and the billionaire. The rich prick took his time zipping up before reaching over and opening the box.

Despite herself Victoria couldn’t help but look inside. Nestled on a black velvet base was a long pearl necklace. It looped several times in the box and Victoria realised that it was probably worth everything else she had received and then some. She felt her face flush at this blatant attempt to buy her. The beautiful blonde didn’t want to take it. But she had suffered the shame so surely should receive the reward. She reached slowly to take the box, not meeting anyone’s eyes. Before she could touch it the security attendant moved it further away and the billionaire lifted the necklace out himself. Using both hands he looped it around her neck and joined the small golden clasp behind her neck.

Victoria realised that she would have to sit there wearing the price of her shame and felt another flush of humiliation. The entire yacht would know of course. They would have suspected even if the act had gone unwitnessed but not one person here would keep this story to themselves. And every person on the yacht, from the businessmen and celebrities to the other women would be looking down on her. The sluttiest and trashiest of American whores would be looking down their noses at her for the rest of the trip.

She was going to find a way of making this prick pay. Somehow.