Holly Hangs Out With Maximus...et cetera
Holly called Max the morning of the seventh day. She was able to hold off until 10am and then she couldn’t stand it any longer and made the call. He answered, sounding as smug as he always does. After a brief conversation and the longest thirteen minutes ever, Max was pulling up in front of her hotel room and she was getting into his car. Which was a metallic crimson ’69 Dodge Charger. Show-off car…but it was pretty awesome. She forgave him.
They drove to Max’s place and most of the talk on the way there was light banter. Holly was nervous, irritated that she was nervous just because he was rich and handsome, but also because she knew this could lead to her life changing. If she could properly impress this guy, known to be generous, she may be able to finally get out of poverty. If she had to fuck him to get it, well, that was a path she had already walked. With less attractive guys than Maximus…
They arrived at Max’s mansion, all modern and marble and glass, fancy as fuck, of course. Show-off house…again, awesome.
He guided her inside and offered drinks and told Holly to make herself comfortable. She sat down on a couch and imagined what it would be like to live in a place this opulent. Pretty fucking sweet, she decided about the time Maximus came back with drinks, fizzy water with a lemon kick, and some snacks.
Maximus was his usual charming self. Bold with his words and radiating confidence. He asked her about her goals and aspirations. She took a deep breath and told him all about her desire to open a restaurant. He dove into that, asking what kind of food, what theme, location. All kinds of questions. She answered as best she could, the idea had been creeping around in the attic of her mind for two or three years now. She was going to go for an eclectic menu, featuring twelve or so of her best recipes from all around the world, and several signature side dishes. She also wanted to feature fancy French fries. Fresh oil, fresh potatoes, and specially prepared to turn them into something magical. The kind of thing drunk people with money would think was amazing at 2am on a Friday night.
Maximus listened. Like, really listened. Holly started to feel less nervous as they talked. Aside from being incredibly vain and arrogant, he was actually a really cool guy. Very attentive, engaged, and well…just cool. She found out he was not a trust fund baby. He had made his wealth through writing and publishing books on fetish erotica. He explained that he used that extra cash to make a few very select and researched stock and real estate purchases, one at a time, and now he was ‘ridiculously rich’ as he put it. He continued to write books and they continued to sell. He was also a closet scientific genius and had invented several devices, all of which were patented and that sold like beer on a holiday.
He made his big pitch. And Holly’s heart rose like the morning sun…and then slowly sank.
Maximus offered her to move in with him. He’d pay her ten thousand dollars a month to live there, all expenses paid. And she had to do everything he told her to do. He said that would definitely involve sex but would occasionally be for her to have sex with other guys and girls while he watched or participated.
At first, the idea sounded kind of amazing…but then she realized that she would eventually resent it. She knew her independent spirit would eventually rebel. He said she could make it as short term as she wanted but she knew that was just bait. She’d get used to the opulence and never strike out on her own. In the end, she had gratefully said no.
He was completely fine with her refusal. He didn’t even hesitate before he moved onto the next topic. Sex. Of course. Everything eventually came down to sex, it seemed.
Max said he would like to offer her ten thousand dollars to spend the day with him. Lots of sex, of course, but also to just ‘kick back, get high, and talk about cool shit’. He had a way with words.
He brought in a female friend that was living with him (under the agreement that Holly had turned down). Her name was Luna and, good god, was she hot. Skin like porcelain, white hair that was natural, a product of a genetic anomaly, and a very shapely body. Maximus said that Luna would be ‘lightly participating’ in at least the first round of sexplay. Holly had never had sex with a girl before…b ut the guy was going to pay her ten fucking thousand dollars for one day? She decided she could learn to like pussy if it would pay that well. Plus…if you were going to lick pussy, it may as well be pretty pussy, right?
They went to one of his rooms—holy hell, his house was amazing—and Holly found herself naked on a bed with Maximus King.
They kissed and did some heavy petting and then Max, true to his rep as a dominant male type, started using his hands on her and she knew she was in the hands of master. He made getting finger-fucked feel amazing. He was very attentive, knew when to get a little faster and when to touch the right spots. He also knew where both her clit and her G-spot was and, before she knew it, she was cumming so hard, she literally screamed. Maximus, of course, just smiled. He was enjoying himself.
But he wasn’t done with her, yet. About the time she remembered to breathe, Max was between her thighs, kissing and licking his way up each thigh, now damp with the juices from her first orgasm, and then he licked her pussy lips, up and down, dipping his tongue inside her as he did. Then he kissed his way to her clit and Holly was spiraling to another faraway place where amazing things happened to her pussy while she floated on a pillow of bliss. It was all lips and tongue and mouth and oh, my fucking god, what are you doing down there!
After floating on the pillow of bliss for…time, what the fuck was time?...she was cumming again, her back arching and her volume rising, ecstasy in waves. She heard a sound and realized Luna was clapping.
“That was so fun to watch!” she exclaimed!
Then things got sexy.
Max fucked her doggy style for a while…REALLY well...and Holly had an orgasm. Max fucked her missionary…REALLY well...and Holly had another orgasm. Then, Holly, in a move to maintain some degree of control, and maybe not pass out, got on her knees and started giving Max head. She started by licking all of her juices off his cock (she’d gotten a tip from a stripper friend of her that he LOVED that) and then doing her best to make him cum. Luna got in on that part, sneaking in little licks when she could and watching very closely, obviously enjoying the show.
Max started breathing heavy, a low moan from deep in his chest, and both Holly and Luna opened their mouths. Max stroked his cock a couple times, moaned, and shot a huge load of cum into their mouths and on their faces. Holly swallowed, all guys seemed to like that, sucked the last bit of cum out of his cock, and kissed the head of his dick.
His dick was still hard as steel. A stalwart warrior, indeed. Holly shifted positions and sat astride Max’s torso. She slowly lowered her pussy down onto his cock and rode him as hard and fast as she could, determined to make this memorable for him. And, he did have a great cock. And talent.
Luna watched, a huge smile on her face. The girl obviously enjoyed watching people fuck.
After a few minutes of riding his cock, and after cumming yet again, she saw the signs on Max’s face and body language, knew he was close. She clenched her pussy muscles onto his cock and rode him as hard as she could until she felt his hips arch upward and his cock erupt inside her, flooding her with cum and coating the walls of her pussy until it was running down her inner thighs. He continued like that for another thirty seconds before he finally took a long, shaky breath. And smiled.
“Holy fuck…that was awesome! Holly, you are a fucking pro! Luna, did you see…of course you did, you little slut, you love watching sex.” He seemed genuinely delighted. The guy truly LOVED sex. What a fuckin' slut, Holly thought, smiling to herself.
After everybody fully caught their breath, Max turned to Holly.
“You said it would cost, what, about ninety to a hundred thousand dollars to get your restaurant set up, right? Okay…so I would like to offer you another proposal. I would like to be a capital investor in your business. I’ll loan you three hundred thousand dollars, no interest, to set up your business, your restaurant, but I get ten percent of your profits after the first year. If you haven’t started being profitable after the first year, the ten percent would be deferred for another year. If you’re not profitable then, we’ll have to re-negotiate.”
It took Holly a minute for what he was saying to sink in. He was going to give her the money…SO MUCH FUKCKING MONEY!...in exchange for getting a ten percent cut after her first profitable year. She searched in her mind for what was wrong with it…and found nothing but a looming feeling of happiness.
He was going to fund her restaurant at no interest. Holy shit! Holly’s mind reeled. She couldn’t even imagine what three hundred thousand dollars looked like.
“So…you in?”, Maximus asked.
With no hesitation at all, Holly said, “Fuck, yes, I’m in.”
Holly smiled. She knew it was a show-off thing for him to do.
But she could forgive him for it.
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