1. NONE RICHER THAN I--Part 1


    Date: 8/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Source: sexstories.com

    “None Richer than I”—the sequel to “The Third Richest Man in the World.” The story will be posted in three parts. I had so much fun writing “The Third Richest Man in the World” way back in the summer of 2014 that I thought it merited a sequel—what happened with my impish “wives” once our relationship became public knowledge and they were exposed to high society in New York. There have been a few interruptions for other stories so I’ve worked on it off and on for almost a year. Although this is a continuation of “The Third Richest Man in the World,” it can be read as a stand-alone story if you wish. Either way, I hope you enjoy. For those of you who don’t want to read the earlier story or who don’t remember the story very well, here’s a list of the main characters. Sr. Longo. John Scott Philips—the “hero;” the third richest man in the world. Sheena and Bianca—John’s wives. Alonzo—John’s personal assistant and confidant. Champ, Sheila, Sid, and Amanda—members of John’s security team. Jack and Beth—general manager of one of John’s companies and Sheena’s Mum, now married. Dr. Thad—surgeon in Honolulu who enhanced Sheena’s and Bianca’s breasts. CHAPTER 1 When one has great wealth everything one does brings a reaction. When one is the third richest man in the world, well…as you can imagine, the reaction is all that much greater. I was deluged with requests for interviews and photos when the story of my two wives became public knowledge. In truth, even I had grossly underestimated ...
    the reaction. I’ve always thought that the New York Morning Star was a real rag—the worst newspaper in the city-- and it’s owner/publisher Robert Manning an irresponsible sensationalist so I wasn’t at all surprised to see a huge headline, “BILLIONAIRE BIGAMIST!” printed in a 100-point font above my face. Worse, page three showed my front and side photos photo shopped in front of a background used by police to show one’s height in mug shots. I could have demanded a retraction, but that would be ridiculous. They’d print a tiny paragraph on page fifty, but the damage would be done. Instead, I sued—for two hundred million dollars--charging libel, defamation, and a host of other charges only lawyers could dream up; I had more than fifty working for my corporations and a slew of personal attorneys, too. Even better, I had the story leaked to the N.Y. Times and the Daily News, the Star’s biggest competitors. Paparazzi had gathered on the street outside the gate in front of the house and initially my mother and my wives were extremely nervous and intimidated so I decided to take the bull by the horns. Taking Sheena and Bianca by the hand we walked with Alonzo and Janet, my cook, to the front gate one morning. Alonzo carried a big urn of hot coffee; Janet carried a silver tray of pastries along with some milk and sugar. I had a stack of Styrofoam cups and a trash bag tucked under my arm. Sheena carried napkins and Bianca a roll of paper towels. The gate slid open automatically as we ...
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