BLACKMAILED BY THE PERVERTED BILLIONAIRE(SEBASTIAN MUST FALL)

"Goddamnit, Wolfe!" Lily Quinn screeches hysterically in a high pitched, contralto voice that'd put Cathleen Farrier into shame as I pound on her,hard. "Mmmmhn," i coo as i lean in to cup one firm breast in my right hand,squeezing and kneading at it. And she moans deep in her throat as i pinch a stiff, pink n****e between my thumb and forefinger,thrusting her heaving chest up at me,hungry for more. "You like that. Huh? Now give it to me,honey. c*m for me," I cajole, my voice strained. She gasps audibly as i pull all the way out,and groans so sensually in pleasure when i suddenly slam back into her warm,wet,tight slit to the hilt. "F*ck!" She cries out in that melodious voice,tipping her head back and squeezing her eyes shut,totally surrendering to the rough, relentless rhythm. "F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!" She chants. And a little less than a half a minute later,as I pick up the pace,nailing her harder,her hips jerk up to meet my steady thrusts,her body stiffening. She starts what sounds like a wail as she approaches her climax-a needy,desperate sound that is so unlike her,but one that is like the sweetest music to my ears. A little while later, Lilly calls out my name in wonder,"Sebastian! Oh sh*t! I'm coming, I'm coming,I'm comiiing," and litany of vulgarities follow as she tips over the edge into pure,unadulterated ecstasy. "There you go,babe," I growl feeling her inner walls so deliciously clench and unclench around me,endeavouring to trap me in her sweet, wet warmth. And suddenly,I'm drenched in her juices as she thrushes and quivers violently,wave after wave of sweet release racking her body. I keep thrusting through her climax,determined to stretch it out as much as I possibly can,really wanting this to last. Because as far as great s*x go,this is definitely one of the greatest I ever had. A fantastic moment that I'm certainly going to hold dearly close to my heart for the rest of my life. And as Lilly comes apart under my awed gaze,I just can't help but wonder mentally what the heck I've done to deserve this unbelievably hot, beautiful woman gracing my life. We're in my library. Dark. Except for the two flickering candles sitting at the corner of the room,making our shadows dance awkwardly over the dark-wood shelves stacked with all sorts of books. The overhead light is switched off,and the soft ambient light from the candles lend the sumptuously appointed room a sensual, dreamy verisimilitude. It's quiet and serene in here, save for the soft,pensive, classical music that trickles in from the living room. Otherwise, the only other sounds that can be heard are Lilly's sweet little gasps and whimpers as the aftershocks of the orgasm consume her. And of course, my growls and grunts of pleasure as I pound on. Because without a doubt, I'm enjoying this precious moment as much as she is,if not more. I'm standing on the cool,thick,red Persian rug-edged between Lily's spread thighs. She's on her back on top of the huge billiard table. Her ass is perched on the edge of the table's top railing,her legs pushed up and folded at the knees;with each of my hands grasping tightly at the back of the knees to keep both legs up and spread-out as far as they can go. The elbow of her left hand is supporting her upper body, and her right hand is in between her spread legs. It has been working furiously on her pleasure button. Lilly's been a volunteer at my campaign office since the onset of the campaign. I'm now the new Senator-elect for the State of Minnesota thanks to her relentless effort and that of the other volunteers and paid staff. She'd shown up here at my Minneapolis mansion earlier in the day in the company of the other volunteers and staffers for a campaign-staff meeting that came immediately after I had been declared the winner. And wound up staying both through the early afternoon meeting and the long party that came immediately after,pushing well into the night as we vivaciously celebrated our well deserved victory. Knowing her interests in gaming, I had taken the chance as I went round the room congratulating everyone to secretly invite her back for a game. She left the party first,before everyone else, waited somewhere out there until the last person had left the party,and Quinn,just as I had half expected, knocked tentatively on my front door-ready to play. All I had to do was usher her back into the house. And though I had been half expecting it,I couldn't bring myself to believe that Lilly Quinn,the girl I've been lusting after for as long as I could remember, was finally and mysteriously here in my house alone in such an ungodly hour of the night. So I had fixed her a drink to keep her occupied as I went to the library to prepare the billiard table for the game. But more importantly,to get ready for what I thought was to come. I was gonna get laid;I knew it deep down in my heart. By no other woman than the most beautiful woman on this planet. A woman that I have dreamt about repeatedly since the morning she set foot in my campaign office. Anyway,when she'd finished with her drink,we immediately set about playing in the library. One thing led to another...And here we're. She lays on the table, totally spent and panting, her chest rising and falling in time with her erratic breathing. She looks dreamy and languorously satisfied as she basks in the aftermath of her orgasm. But she manages to put out a hand for me to take. I take her proffered hand and gently help her clamber off the billiard table. Setting her down on the cool carpet, I gesture to her to turn around and bend over the table. She doesn't hesitate to comply. She's got a really great,magnificent backside,and with her bent over, elbows now resting on the table's green-baize playing field,that captivating ass of hers is presented so invitingly back at me. An ass that I definitely want to claim. Tonight. Here. Now. Delighted,my hands wedge open her ass-cheeks to reveal the forbidden little hole beneath. Only for a door to open and bang closed emphatically from somewhere down in the building,and I suddenly feel her body tense with alarm beneath my touch. "What's that?" She asks ominously as she straightens up and turns around to face me,her ocean blue eyes wide. "Probably one of my security people retiring to bed," I answer calmly. But mentally,I'm cursing whoever banged the door for making her nervous all too soon. "We've nothing to worry about," I add in an effort to ease her worry, but she's already shaking her head. "I don't think this is the right place to do this," she counters decisively. "No. No. No. We're safe," i mutter quickly not wanting to give her time to keep second-guessing this,but Lilly's having none of it. She's still shaking her head dubiously. "What if they see the candle-light in here and decide to come and check on you before they head to bed..." I exasperatedly run a hand through my hair,beginning to get impatient. "They won't," I begin but stop mid-sentence as a thought suddenly pops into my head. "Okay," I mutter resigned. "We can head down to my bedroom,then? Nobody is allowed in my bedroom wing,strictly. Not even my security." "Sounds better," she acquiesces,though hesitantly. Quickly pulling our clothes back on,i grasp Lilly's hand and we sneak as inconspicuously as we can manage down the hall,up a flight of stairs, down another hall to my bedroom. Turning the doorknob,i push open the bedroom door, and like the gentleman I'm, stand back to let Quinn stride in first. She sashays in and straight toward the bed, her attention captured by the 'Turkana Woman' oil painting hanging on the wall above my headboard. The woman in the painting,though beautiful in her own way, looks...gaunt. She's unhealthy,underfed,and most of all,unwashed. She's mostly naked with an old, ragged, tiny red piece of clothing wrapped around her waist;to cover only her essential vitals. Her perky breasts are exposed for the whole world to see,her ears bearing holes too big for a decent,modern earing. Instead,these strange-looking wood-carved earings are fitted through the holes. She balances a heavy jerrican of water on her head,supporting it with one cornstalk-looking hand. Her other hand is tightly clutching the equally thin,cornstalk-looking hand of her unhealthy,underfed,toddler,seemingly dragging the little,completely naked thing along. The sun shines brutally bright and unrelenting from above,the earth on the background looking parched:arid,bare and barren as a result of drought. A few bones belonging to dead livestock are scattered around the godforsaken ground. The painting,whenever I get the time to look and think about it, reminds me of the time I had spent in Africa,and above all, exactly how unfair the world is. I frown as the poignant reminiscence of my time in Africa crosses uninvited through my mind. How can a whole community live so miserably in this age and time? It just seems totally improbable and unbelievable,until you see and experience it yourself. Well,I did my part when I was there. If someone and someone else do their part as well,however little it might be,we could together change the unfortunate fate of Miz. Ewoi and the Turkana tribe in Eastern Africa. In the meantime, life has to go on. I shake off the unpleasant memories and focus on the task at hand. Easing the door closed,i stroll over to Lilly,approaching her like a starving predator about to pounce on a fat,elusive prey. "What's the painting?" She asks suddenly, sounding genuinely curious and distracting me from my goal for a moment. "The Turkana Woman painting," i answer distractedly, ogling that shapely backside of hers. I've been asked the same question so many times than I care to count-by practically everyone that has ever been into this bedroom. "It's fascinating," she states,impressed,and squints at the watermark. "And who is the talented artist?" "Uh..."I flounder momentarily as i think of a way to frame my answer and not sound snotty. But to my relief, Quinn jumps in before I can figure something out. "S.W," she announces,interjecting me and answering her own question as she whirls around to face me. "I saw the exact same painting at the Minneapolis Institute Of Art sometimes back. I thought it was the best art I'd seen so far,and i wished i knew who the artist was," she adds fondly. Then her eyes narrow for a beat as she seemingly works it out in her head. And she asks,"Would the initials S.W stand for Sebastian Wolfe?" I'm surprised at how fast she's figured it out-she must be really smart,like I have always thought she might be. I shrug as nonchalantly as I can manage,feigning indifference with the painting topic. Because what i really want to do now more than anything, is for us to get on with our little tryst-Miz Ewoi and her Turkana tribe,plus their troubles, are history now that I'm back to the States. I don't need the memories of them spoiling my good mood tonight. Maybe some other time. But now that Lily Quinn is in my bedroom,nothing else matters to me. Only her. And her pleasure,of course. "You'd be surprised to find out that you're precisely right." "You're the artist!" She gushes, really surprised now, her ocean blue eyes wide with wonder. "That's some real talent you got there,man. It's the best painting I've seen in a while. Really...touching." "So I'm told," I murmur as I sidle closer to her,snaking an arm around her tiny waist and pulling her body flush against mine. I can feel the heat that is radiating from her body warming me,and her sweet scent makes my nostrils flare involuntarily. "You know who my favourite artist used to be?" She asks gazing up at me expectantly as if she expects me to pull the answer right out of my breast pocket like a f*****g magician or something. I just stare intently down at her upturned face,marveling at how unbelievably pretty and captivating her angelic face is. Suddenly,i feel the atmosphere between us shift;The air between us charging with that familiar electric current that I've always felt zap between us whenever we're standing in close proximity,pulling us together. And just like that, i lose track of the painting conversation. I'm oblivious to everything in the room but Lily. She's so beautiful. I'm totally entranced. "...used to be my favourite artist. Well,not anymore..." Lilly is saying when my attention comes back to her. "Yeah. Yeah... Thank you, honey," i mutter impatiently as my hand rises to tenderly caresses her smooth cheek,an attempt to distract her from the painting topic. It works,because her surprised eyes slowly fall shut and she angles her head to the side,leaning into my soft,gentle touch. When she opens them and gapes up at me,they're no longer surprised,but so intense it takes my breadth away. Then she tips her chin up,wiggles her brows and licks her full lips coquettishly, her eyes shining with lust and desire,for me. A warm surge of pride courses through me,and I can't control myself any much longer. I gape down at her upturned face and realize that she's daring me to kiss her. She's just too beguilingly beautiful to not take the challenge. There's just nothing else I'd rather do right now. And I do. My hand glides up her cheek to her hair,grasping the red strands and tugging gently, tipping her head back so that I'm holding her sweet mouth in place. And leaning down,my lips fuse with hers. The kiss is gentle at first,then my tongue slides past her lips,invading her sweet warm mouth possessively. Demanding. Soon,Lilly's responding,kissing me back fervently. Her eyes squeeze shut as our tongues turn and twist together,our breaths mingling. Her fingers clutch so tight at my biceps as she holds on, I think her knuckles must be white. I close my eyes as well,absorbing the great sensation and reveling in her sweet taste. We are panting by the time i pull back and open my eyes. And,as I stare down at her,I can practically see desire burning deep in her blue gaze. "You taste so fine,Lily," I murmur lasciviously as i press my forehead to hers, reaching up with my hand and starting to undo the buttons on her blouse for the second time tonight. My eager hand practically shake with desire, but luckily, halfway through the buttons,Lilly impatiently steps back and grasps the hem of her blouse. She pulls the soft fabric up and over her head, and toss it aside on the floor. And I'm the one stepping back now,wanting to admire her gorgeous,firm t**s;they're full and really alluring,tipped with stiff pink n*****s that make my mouth water. I swallow hungrily and stare pointedly at her denim slacks,and it takes a mere second for her to understand my unspoken command. Her hands,shaking as badly as mine,reach for the button at the waistband of her jeans,she undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. Knowing from earlier that she's got nothing more underneath the jeans,my breath shallows with anticipation as i gape at her, crossing my arms over my chest and eagerly waiting for the sensual show that is just about to unfold before me. She expertly kicks off her sandals,her gaze never leaving mine;then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and ever so slowly, sashaying, peels it down her smooth,perfect legs. She kicks it off,discarding it on the floor as well. She stands back in all her naked glory,all pale and unbelievably beautiful. Her shy smile could undoubtedly stop traffic as she basks under my intense, hungry gaze. I clear my throat in an effort to get rid of the lump that has suddenly formed there and swallow hard. "You're truly stunning, honey. Really gorgeous," I whisper in appreciation. I can hear the wonder in my own voice. Lilly blushes crimson,and smiling coyly,she takes two tentative steps towards me. "Thanks, sugar," she breathes hoarsely as she comes up. And before I know it,she's dropping on her knees on the thick,red, Persian carpet, her hands come up to grope at my waist for the button. "Let's get him out again," she teases as she dexterously undoes the button and fumbles with the zipper for a brief moment. Before I can blink,she hooks her fingers into the waistband and pull both my jeans and boxers down my legs in one swift,fluid move,stopping just at the top of my knees. My hard-on springs free,and with the second astonished gasp from her tonight,I can't help the smug grin that threatens to split my face into two. She reaches up and grasps my throbbing member,giving it a firm squeeze,and her touch is searing, resonating throughout my body. I inhale sharply as it pulses and throbs in her firm grip,eager as ever. She begins by slowly but firmly stroking up and down my impressive length,her eyes rising to meet mine,assessing my reaction. The feeling is exquisite. I bite my bottom lip as I fight hard to keep the urge to groan in pure pleasure behind my teeth. A moment later,I'm fascinated as i watch her lean in and take me between her perfectly painted lips,and into her warm,wet mouth. And a couple seconds later,I'm grunting and groaning in pleasure as she brings her wonderful tongue into action,licking,sucking and slurping wetly at my d**k. She splutters once,then again,but doesn't give up, determined to take me all the way to the back of her throat. And she manages,eventually. It's beyond erotic. I shut my eyes and tip my head back. Then i feel one of her tender hands cup my balls and begin to massage them so gently, sensually,and I groan gutturally with the heady,inebriating mix of sensations. My hands fly to her head,my fingers tangling in her red hair,holding her head in place as my hips start to move of their own accord,thrusting lightly but steadily into her welcoming mouth. This is beyond erotic,and soon enough,i start to feel the slow, delicious build up,and I know I'm edging closer to the brink. Shutting my eyes,my lips part as my head tips back,the better to absorb the myriad of sweet sensations coursing through my body. And suddenly,before i can tip over the edge,I feel her hands on my thighs,stilling me and pushing me back. My eyes fly open,panting,and Lilly's grinning wickedly up at me. She holds up her index finger,indicating i should wait one,and struggles up on her feet. She whirls around suddenly and starts for the bed. "s**t," I grumble,making her giggle as she stops beside the bed and bends at the waist,her hands rest on the edge of the bed for support, that beautiful tantalizing ass of hers that has been my target all night sticking out like a beacon in a desert. "Oh," I smirk. This is getting better and better by the minute. When she wiggles that captivating backside of hers enticingly at me as an incentive, all my sanity goes out the window. I step over to her,my member bobbing in front, hard as a rock. Halting directly behind her,i caress one round,smooth ass-cheek tenderly,giving it a quick, smack in appreciation. Then I'm holding my twitching hard on and positioning it at her entrance. As usual,she's incredibly wet and ready for me-just what i need to lubricate my member for what is to come,i muse. With just one swift thrust,I'm fully inside her tight hot tunnel to the hilt. The feeling is as heavenly as I can remember,and i stay still for a beat,relishing that fantastic feeling;Then start to move,slowly thrusting into her until I'm satisfied that my c*ck is well lubricated for what I'm about to do next. Easing out,i trail my palm over her back,down along her spine to her ass,feeling her smooth,oversensitive skin. I grab a handful of one cheek and wedge it open. And there is the 'pink star',blinking invitingly up at me. I feel her tense as my thumb hovers over the tiny hole,rubbing sensually in slow tantalizing circles around the forbidden orifice. "Sebastian!" She blurts out suddenly in warning. "Oh my,Lilly," I cajole softly. "Please say yes." Even me can hear the desperate plea in my voice. I might as well be on my knees with my hands clasped tight in supplication, begging. Lilly takes a moment to consider my plea,and finally, just as I had half expected,she throws caution to the wind and gives me the greenlight. "Umm...Yes!" She breathes hesitantly. I suck on my middle finger for more lubrication, and slowly, ease it into her back passage. Lilly remains surprisingly quiet and serene as my deft finger makes several harmless passes into her back passage. My left hand wedges one smooth cheek open as my right hand grasps and strokes my hard on. Then I'm aligning it at the 'brown star' and pushing gently. Holy f**k,her ass is so unbelievably tight. It's so unconventional, so unethical,but so hot as well. She inhales sharply as I slide in,making me halt my progress and still for a moment, waiting for her to adjust to the sudden intrusion. She finally exhales audibly,her sphincter muscles relaxing around me,and I apply more pressure,pushing past the tight sphincter ring,feeling that sweet sucking sensation as I'm pulled into the depths of her ass. She moans deep in her throat,and gasps as I slowly pull out. She groans gutturally as i leisurely ease back in to the hilt,again and again, keeping my thrusts slow and gentle for a while,wanting the discomfort I'm sure she feels to eb away. Soon enough, Quinn starts to moan in pleasure. I take that as my cue and slowly pick up my pace, quickening my thrusts and nailing her as hard and as fast as I can. She moans louder with each thrust of my hips and pushes back to meet my thrusts,hungry for more. Settling into a rhythm, i close my eyes and tip my head back,revelling in the overwhelmingly sweet sensation. And all too soon,my body tenses with sheer unadulterated pleasure. I hear an urgent moan escape my throat as my thrusts become uneven,jerky and more desperate. My fingers dig into her waist,grasping tightly and pulling her back against my c*ck as I edge closer and closer to exploding. And,all of a sudden,the pleasant night comes to an abrupt end. My eyes jerk open. I'm panting, drenched in a sweat. My heart hammers in my chest. Where the f**k am I? Bemused,my eyes dart around the room. "Ah shit." I'm in my bed,in my cabin. Alone. I sigh deeply and sit up. When i glance at my side where Sherrill should be,she's not there. She's probably out at the lake,I decide and turn to glance at the clock at my bedside table:half past six o'clock. "Sh*t!" I mutter under my breath. "It was only a f*cking dream. A bad dream." Well,not entirely a bad dream. It was actually one of the best dreams I've had,as far as dreams go,i think as I wearily flop back on the bed. I had Lily Quinn in my bed,screwing her brains loose. Just like I had every other night since that girl turned up at my campaign office. How could that be bad? But it was only a dream;I haven't actually been screwing Lilly Quinn for real,nor have i won any elections. Not yet,anyway. Well,life sucks, and then you know,you die. What wouldn't i do to make that dream a reality? Hell,I would go to the moon and back just to kiss Lilly on the lips. But that is probably going to happen only in my f*cking dreams. The thought is totally depressing,and i shake my head disconsolately as i throw back the covers.