Rich kid pt1

Rich Kid

Well, I’ve been born very lucky. I am now 14 and my father is the first ever trillionaire. He’s made his trillion through the science of nanotechnology, using it to develop such devices that can prolong life, charge phones in seconds and improving everyday things such as stronger clothing, more advanced sports equipment etc. he is raking in millions a day in royalties alone.

My father doesn’t care for me but it’s not like I’m complaining about it.. he just gives me money and being 14, let’s me do whatever I want. I have the largest Lego collection in the world, the most video games collection and recently bought my own private plane. I am already a billionaire in my own right but I still have to go to school and do what normal 14 yr olds do; school sports, exams, everything.

I am Asian, and I am average in everything physically. I had an early growth spurt. We learn about almost everything early as an Asian but I only recently discovered masturbation. Few weeks into wanking, I begin thriving for real pussy and I know my miney will get me it.

It is still 6 weeks before the start of 9th grade and I decide to have some fun. I submit ads online and in the papers: “Looking for private plane flight attendant, ages 18-50 for flight to Australia and back”. Applications flooded in and they were all surprised to see such a young person interviewing them. Many older men and women responded and I interviewed them all, not mentioning what the flight was for. What I was looking for was an attractive female as my flight attendant.

One caught my eye. Her name was Rosa. She was 24, recently married and of Russian descent. She had a magical face, seductive brown eyes, and beautiful thin tight lips. She had somewhat messy and wet brownish hair but it was parted to one side made her look incredible, coupled with a prominent cheekbone and perfect skin made her face irresistible. She reminded me much of my favourite softcore adult star, Guerlain.

I hired her, offered a good wage and scheduled her to work in a weeks time.

The day came and my pilot arrived early, as did Rosa. Takeoff quickly approached and as I prepared myself I couldn’t help but stare at Rosa as she sat in her chair 10 metres away.