The Malone Organization’s Boeing Business Jet makes a super smooth touchdown at New York’s JFK Airport. One of my stewardesses unlatches the hatch swinging the door open. I exit the aircraft and race down the mobile staircase with the ease and vigor of a man half the age of my fifty years. My Lincoln limousine pulls up and the driver jumps out then opens the rear door. ” Welcome, Mr. Malone,” he said with genuine enthusiasm. On the way into the city I make several business calls and receive one personal one. If there is a woman who knows how to spend my money, it is that spoiled mistress of mine, Marci. ” John, I’m in a hurry,” she said. ” I’ve been assigned to report a story at the Ascot races so I’m taking one of your Gulf streams and flying over to London today. I’ve dropped my friend Megan off at your penthouse apartment. She’s twenty eight and wants to check out modeling jobs. Will you make sure she gets in?”

Marci must have been in a hurry for sure because without awaiting an answer, she hung up. Knowing Marci, she probably took it for granted that I would do whatever it took to help her friend. If so, then the assumption is absolutely correct. Megan is indeed an attractive young woman and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to help her. As for making sure the girl gets a modeling job in New York, I certainly can make that happen. Carl, my chauffeur, pulls the limo to a stop in front of the main entrance to Vista Tower. At 100 stories this towering structure is the flagship hotel in the worldwide chain of luxury accommodations owned by The Malone Organization. Along with other business interests and investments, these hotels place my net worth at well over the billionaire mark. I guard this information carefully. Although I meet their eligibility requirements, a reader to Forbes Magazine’s annual list of the 400 wealthiest Americans will not find my name on it. There are too many evil-minded people out there who prey on the rich. I value privacy and security more than I do fame and notoriety.

A high speed elevator swiftly speeds me up to my 98th, 99th, and 100th floor penthouse residence. No other apartment share those floors with my ten bedroom luxury suite. I step into the lobby, entering the three storied living room, gazing out a bank of towering windows at the finest residential view of Central Park found anywhere in New York City. Remembering my unexpected guest, I head out on an expedition in search for her. Megan is a young lady who has only visited here for short stays and she has never stayed all night. She can get lost wandering around in this spacious, multiroomed, unfamiliar surroundings. Finding the door to a bedroom suite open, I enter but find no occupant. I’m actually anxious to see Megan again. She is a beautiful young woman who loves me for the friend I was. Megan knows I’m wealthy, but unlike Marci, she neither asks for nor expects any special financial favors from me. This friend of Marci’s holds a special place of endearment in my heart.

Hearing a noise coming from the bathroom, I head for the slightly opened door and lifting my hand to knock. My hand stops just before my knuckles touch the door. What is that sound and why did it have such a familiar tone to it? If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I’m hearing the husky purrs a woman makes when she is masturbating! The more I listen, the more convinced I am that I’m hearing masturbatory purring. And, so what if I am! Megan is a woman of twenty eight years in age so she is old enough for sexual desires. I have no hard evidence to back this up, but if I were to guess, I’d say most women masturbate. Most certainly, all guys do, including me! Smiling with the knowledge that my young guest has sexual needs, I turn away with every intention of leaving the room and allowing Megan to finish her self-gratification in peace. Impulsively, I decide to push the bathroom door open an inch or two and get myself a peek of a masturbating female.

Did I get more than a peek; I got an eyeful of feminine flesh doing more than I expected! Standing in front of a floor to ceiling length mirror is Megan. The nude woman fresh-from-the-shower body gleaming with the glow of a porcelain doll in the bathroom’s florescent illumination. The measurement from the tips of the barefooted woman’s unpainted toes to the top of her long, straight, tied back hair is probably about 5 feet 8 inches. The most prominent features I see from my rear-view vantage point are a pair of slender sexy legs topped by a shapely round ass. Lucky for me, the tall mirror provides a front-view image for my visual inspection as well. Here a pair of tantalizing tits adorned an unblemished, hourglass-shaped body. The girl’s belly is slim and flat with only a hint of a pretty belly bump. Below the bump is a gorgeous, shaved-bare pubic mound with absolutely no pussy hair!

Masturbatory purring sounds escape from Megan, but surprisingly, the young lady is not masturbating. Well, not exactly. Technically speaking, it is not her fingers playing inside her pussy. To be more precise, I’d have to say that she is playing with herself with an elongated, crystal clear, solid glass dildo with ridged rings circling its head. Yep, this young lady is using an artificial cock to fuck herself! I have never seen a sexier sight in my life! I have never seen a dildo wielded by more expertly skilled hands either. My cock has never been so jealous of an inanimate piece of glass in its life. I’m hard, hot, and horny for some pussy myself. Just when I thought I can not get turned on any further, Megan withdrew the glass rod from her pussy then she inserted the drippy wet instrument into her mouth. She licked it, she sucked it, and then she rubbed it all over her nipples and tits.

A loud gasp escapes from me. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. Nor did I realize I had unconsciously pushed Megan’s bathroom door open for a better view. Upon hearing my gasp, Megan just turned to stare at me. She had caught me watching her! God damn my wicked thoughts, my belt buckle is undone, my pants button is unbuttoned, and my zipper is unzipped! My hand is holding my big cock. Although I’m caught, I’m at least thankful I need not be ashamed of the size and shape of my exposed erection. I may be ‘older’, but my penile rod can match her glass reproduction in both its elongated length and its swollen girth! My cock can’t stay as lengthy and fat as long as its glass rival can, but it has the advantage of having blood racing warmth to comfort the insides of a pussy.

I see Megan’s face is aflame with embarrassment. I’m sure she has no idea I was arriving so soon and even if she did she had no reason to think I would spy on her. Megan is not a completely uninformed woman, though. She knows that, as a rich man, I have no trouble attracting pussy.