The Billionaire and the Beggar by Kelly Addams

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The Billionaire and the Beggar

(Kelly Addams)


Two hours, and several beers later Greg sat on the edge of the bed and watched avidly as the two very professional girls gave him a show that soon had his cock straining. Favour, the taller of the two was laid back with her legs spread wide softly groaning as Prudence, her friend and partner in crime, sensually licked and probed between dark ebony lips frequently nibbling on the largest pink clit that Greg had ever seen, and as a professional pornographer Greg had probably seen far more that even the most experienced gynaecologist. Like a small cock it protruded and Favour shuddered each time that her friend sucked the sensitive bud into her mouth.
They aren't hookers. Well, not really. Greg had struggled to see a difference when they had both stated that they weren't working girls. "It's normal in Kenya," Prudence had said, "You won't be paying us, just giving us a present, and a few shillings to get a matatu tomorrow."
"Matatu?" Greg had asked while he wondered quite how much of a present they would want, not that money was an issue, he was simply curious to know how much a local girl wanted to get her brains fucked right out by a total stranger.
"It's like a bus," Favour replied, "We just want enough to get us home, and back again tomorrow."
"Back again?" Greg was suddenly confused, as far as he was concerned he had picked up a couple of horny girls for a night of no strings fucking, but now the scenario was suddenly shifting beyond his expectations.
"You don't like us?" Prudence asked, the hurt clear in her eyes. "You don't want us to be your girlfriends while you're here?"
So that's it he suddenly realised, they aren't hookers, they are professional girlfriends, they attach themselves to single guys, to white tourists, and then for a week or two they get everything they need, food, drink, a soft comfortable bed, some spending money... and all they have to do is fuck the guy senseless whenever he wants.
So they are opportunists rather than prostitutes!
"I do like you, very much," Greg had replied, their smiles quickly returning, "You just have to understand that your customs are a little strange to me... but that isn't bad, you'll just have to explain."
He saw clearly that the two girls were contented with the arrangement, and after moving along the beach to another small bar that was grilling fresh fish and spiny lobster they retired to his self contained rooms, and as Greg let them take control he quickly found himself naked in the shower as the girls took it in turns to soap and suck, suck and soap.
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This is actually amazing he told himself, relieved in a way that his constant connection with porn hadn't left him jaded and disinterested when faced with the first sex he'd had in a very long time that had been real.
Well, semi real he admitted as Favour rocked back and forth enthusiastically on his cock while Prudence lay at his side and masturbated as he squeezed her tits. Their performance was obviously far from genuine, after all how could there be any affection, he had known them for a matter of hours... but at least they're not fucking me because I'm Greg Carter, maybe they were fucking to ensure an easy couple of weeks, but being used like that was something he could handle.
And fuck him senseless is what the horny girls did for ten days and nights, and Greg had to admit that he enjoyed every second. He had always had a thing for darker skinned girls, African, Indian, Asian, Arabic, even the olive complexions of Spanish and Italian girls, and Prudence and Favour satisfied that craving, he never got tired of admiring the contrast in skin colour, his pale white hand clasping dark ebony breasts, or even more arousing, when he fucked them doggy style he loved to watch his hard white cock sliding inside their dark bodies.
But none of this is real he reminded himself before pointless attachments could form. He would leave soon, and his temporary girlfriends would head back to the tourist bars and start their hunt all over again. Next week it would be another white guy wondering how he got so lucky as he sat on the bed and watched Prudence busily sucking Favour's giant clit.