The night of a millionaire

I did not write this. I found it in a now defunct site. Sadly I cant acknowledge who wrote this. Whoever were, for him the credits, Im traslating and uploading it, it's a good story wich should be read by english speakers.

Your name is Máximo Taboada, heir to a large fortune, which allows you to lead a standard of living among the most expensive in Europe. You don't have to worry, a hundred years wouldn't be enough to waste all the money you have, although you really do make an effort to spend it.

You come out of the shower wrapped in your black robe, and looking at the night lights of the city, you pour yourself a glass of wine. You breathe deeply and contemplating the view through the large windows, you feel that you are not having a bad time in life. Today is Saturday and you only have one goal tonight: to fuck.

What will be the form? That you still have to decide. The idea of ​​hiring a trio of whores over the phone to get into your jacuzzi and please you in everything sounds tempting, but... maybe you don't feel like buying sex tonight. Gerardo, your great friend, is counting on your presence at the party he will give at his mansion. In no way can you miss that commitment, although... you can always combine your activities, and the night is still young.

They knock on the door. It must be Delfina, your maid. She is a new employee. Until now it was only Teresa who took care of the housework, but that 45-year-old blonde woman and a few extra kilos was not a company that pleased her eyes, so you decided to find someone to help her. As soon as you interviewed Delfina, you knew that was what you wanted: a woman 1.82 m tall, with long black hair and light blue eyes, very long legs and very white skin, and above all, a pair of very large and well-formed tits.

— Go ahead, Delfina, you can come in.

"Excuse me, Mr. Máximo, I'll bring you your clothes," she says, as she enters the room and leaves your pants on the bed. She wears a black uniform, with a white apron and cap. Her skirt is quite short, just short enough to show off her long legs encased in black lycra stockings worn over her high heels. You chose her clothes yourself, and the tailor was in charge of adjusting her measurements to that model's body.

You watch her lustfully, examining her perfect body. You feel like harassing her, to see her reaction, and test the situation a bit. Of course, things can get ugly and, in the worst case, face a trial for sexual harassment. But you can pay anything, the best lawyers work for you, and you can buy the press so that not a line is ever published about any incident that harms you.