The Accidental Billionaire Roleplays

By Robert Hyull

When you are a normal roleplayer, you might play a computer game or sit around a table with friends. But when you are a billionaire you have a real-world environment created and you play with real-life women. And if you are this billionaire, that means sexy roleplay with stunning young women.

From a eighteenth century highwayman to a Hollywood model agency, in this 40,000 word book, The Accidental Billionaire enjoys nine involved scenarios with a bevy of beautiful women all willing to help fulfil his fantasies in the most intimate ways possible. Burglars, bikers and super heroines and others make an appearance along the way. If you have ever daydreamed about what you would do with a lottery win, and if that daydream involved attractive girls, then you will want to read how such dreams can be fulfilled.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Hyull
• Release date: Aug 25, 2018

Robert Hyull

I joined the internet in 1998, first writing short stories for literary sites and then teaching myself HTML. Since then I have created a number of web sites including the one which displays my free art and stories, as well as news about what else I have published.I use Poser, 3D software to create the covers as well as hundreds of other erotic images. At the time of writing there are around 1500 free erotic and explicit computer art pictures on the site. These include companion series to some of my books, putting a face (and more) to the sexy girls.So as you can figure, I write erotic and explicit stories. Some aspects may be based on experience. Or they may not. You decide ;) I'm happily married and plan to stay that way. I do touch on subjects that may not suit everyone, including group sex, lesbianism, harems, orgies, step-relative relationships, paranormal erotica, alien sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, and medical malpractice. If you prefer the cuddly, conventional romance, I wish you happiness but I don't think I have much for your tastes.

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The Accidental Billionaire

Role-plays

by R Hyull

Copyright © 2018 R. Hyull

All rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the copyright holder.

This is a work of fiction and any similarity with real persons or events is entirely coincidental.. All characters are over the age of 18.

The contents of this story are explicit erotica not suitable for an audience under 18. Some of the themes may not suit all audiences.

Table of Contents

Introduction

The Horny Highwayman

Die, Die Miss American Spy

Slave Auction

Super!

Look Into My Eyes

Busted!

Hitched

Roadhouse Ride

Model Behaviour

Preview

About The Author

News and Contact

Other Books By R Hyull

Introduction

When you like to role-play, you might go online and visit WoW or one of the other MMORPGs. You might look around the IRC chat rooms where it’s all live text between players. Perhaps have a circle of friends for a traditional tabletop AD+D, or maybe play a computer game. But when you have billions, you employ actors and a set designer; you buy the costumes and you do it for real.

I employed Lisa, a Hollywood set designer, to create locations for me around the world, ready to use whenever I got the urge to do some real-life role-playing with a new escort, or, quite often, more than one of them. I always have access to the most beautiful, most accomplished of such girls and I makes good use of them. I also pay them well and do my best to make sure they also have a good time. I may be egotistical but I do believe that at the top of their profession, escorts do enjoy their work when they get to have a client who is in reasonable shape and who is fairly proficient at making them climax. I am certainly egotistical to believe that none of it was faked and as you will learn, I even impressed a couple of them enough to take them off the books of Elite Escorts and into what might be described as a personal services contract.

These pages then recount some of my more memorable scenes. They are not listed either chronologically or alphabetically so they can be read in any order that you like. Or not. It’s up to you. All I can tell you is that I had a heck of a good time playing out some of my fantasies and I hope you will have a good time vicariously, reading about them.

If it needs saying, and it shouldn't really, all of the girls, with one notable exception, knew exactly what they were letting themselves in for and everything was fully consensual.

The Horny Highwayman

Chapter One

Your money or your wife!

The man appeared very calm and collected, considering he was being held up in a stagecoach by a dangerous highwayman. He leaned forwards in his seat, holding onto an ornate stick for support. There was little sound in the night air save the snuffling of horses, the breeze rustling in the trees that surrounded this remote stretch of highway, and the moans of the postilion who I had shot in the arm to deter from setting off his blunderbuss and probably decapitating the driver in the process.

I don't claim to be an expert on being held up and robbed, the elegantly dressed passenger declaimed at last. "But shouldn't that be 'your money or your life'?

After having shot up the over-enthusiastic bearer of the blunderbuss, I still had one pistol loaded and cocked. Though I held it fairly negligently it could still be called upon in less than a second. That would be option three, I replied equally politely. Though in that case I should be obliged to take both the lady and the purse I have little doubt is weighing down your coat pocket.

Yes, that would seem inevitable, he agreed. Though to be completely accurate, it would be my money and my widow, at that moment.

It appeared to me that he was playing for time in hopes that someone else should come along and relieve him but that seemed unlikely at best. Indeed, I stand corrected, Sir, I replied with equal civility, Though you may find me obliged to run you through with a sword if your driver tries to reach further for his pistol.

William, just sit still and be a good chap! the passenger demanded in a louder voice. Swords can be so imprecise. He turned back to me. Would you find it objectionable if I took a little snuff whilst considering your original offer?

Indeed, no, I responded. Snuff can be monstrous helpful in cogitation. You will understand if I fail to join you though. I leaned forwards on the pommel of my saddle watching for any false movement on his part. But he did no more than release a catch on the ornamental head of his cane and take a pinch of the powder contained within.

Ahh, my victim declared after a few moments, dusting off a sprinkling of powder that stuck to his topcoat with a silk handkerchief which he had withdrawn from his sleeve. A most vile habit to be sure, but we are all naught but poor sinners in some way or another.

Some poorer than others, I had to respond since this was a private coach bearing his arms on the door, not the public stage.

Touché! he replied with something approaching a smile.

I hate to appear a plaguey boor, This was dragging on a little too long But I find such an inability to make a choice between two alternatives quite out of character for one so obviously well educated.

The gentleman nodded, surreptitiously looking up and down the deserted road and finding no relief in either direction. Then I fear you must take my wife. Her dowry is, after all not returnable to her father should any accident befall her and it is surely easier to find a new wife if one has money, than it is to find money if one has naught but a wife.

The lady in question, who had been huddled in the shadows trying to appear inconspicuous, gasped at those words. Come my dear, the man addressed her. You have no special feeling for me when our marriage was arranged to preserve bloodlines; a fact reinforced by your serving girl leaving the garden gate unbolted on certain nights when you wish to… entertain.

But Charles… she wailed.

Come, come Elizabeth. I'm sure it won't be that bad. Will it? he turned back towards me.

That rather depends on the lady herself, I replied.

Oh well, then be a good chap and let me know if I need to start looking for a replacement, he asked. It becomes difficult to entertain civilised company without a woman around the place.

I gestured for the woman to step down from the coach and she did so reluctantly. Swaddled up in her travelling clothes there was little to be seen save a nose poking out of a rather shapeless bundle of tweeds and woollens.

Good fortune with the remainder of your journey, I touched my pistol to the brim of my hat. Drive on, William, I shouted up to him and the coach rattled off down the road with the postilion crying out at every least bump to his injured arm.

Take my hand and I'll lift you aboard, I offered my captive.

Indeed I will not, she countered with spirit.

Then I would have no alternative but to tie your hands and fasten the rope to my saddle. It would scare be becoming to such a dainty baggage as yourself but you leave few options.

Hmmphh, she grumbled but took my hand. I swung her up behind me where she was obliged to hang on to my coat. Then as we started to make our way through the woods, put both arms around my waist to avoid falling.

It was some miles further through the forest before we emerged to what must be the well maintained grounds of some stately home. A few yards away a small wooden summerhouse showed some glimmers of light around its curtained windows, the illumination flickering to indicate either candles or a fire within.

I must admit to having borrowed this residence without the owner's knowledge or permission, I helped the lady dismount then tied the horse to a convenient branch where it contentedly began to chew the longer grass. But then that seems such a minor crime compared with highway robbery.

You certainly took a lot of risks for what may turn out to be a pig in a poke. I liked her spirit.

I do confess, Elizabeth, to having seen you during the London season, much more enticingly displayed at a ball held by His Grace of Buckingham, I laughed softly at her sharply indrawn breath.

I should have known you were no ruffian, with your speech and I do feel your voice is familiar though I cannot match it to a face. As was the custom, I was wearing a handkerchief which disguised everything below my eyes.

With the gallants three deep around you all evening that were no big surprise, I nodded. And I did not speak with you directly but admired you from afar.

Hardly the actions of so bold an adventurer, Elizabeth scoffed.

Perhaps so, I led her into the summerhouse. But now I have you with your husband's blessing and without all that pestiferous competition.

Inside the little house was quite charmingly arranged. It was the sort of place where jaded nobles could play at being peasants for an afternoon or even for several days. The light that had been showing turned out to be a cheerful fire with pleasant smelling logs burning on the grate. It rendered the room quite warm so I took off my heavy cloak and hat, tossing them over a chair.

You can remain standing if you wish, but I feel sure you would be more comfortable if you joined me. I took a seat to one side of the fire and stretched out my booted feet.

So you mean to ravage me, Elizabeth asked. Whether I will or I nill? If I hadn't known better I would have sworn there was an element of enthusiasm in her accents.

In such charming company, I could spend my time in converse and admiration of your beauty, I replied. But tradition does demand that I go beyond such bounds. Perhaps you would not find it so terrible considering you account less to your husband than his gold.

Then if he had offered you money? Elizabeth asked as she removed her travelling cloak and hood.

I would have been very distressed at it, since I have adequate funds already. But I felt sure he would see it my way. Underneath she was wearing a full length embroidered dress of green satin and no doubt several petticoats. The neck line, I was happy to see followed the current fashion of pushing her breasts upwards revealing them almost to the nipples.

With an elegant swirl, Elizabeth took her seat across from me. Will you not now reveal yourself? she asked Or would I then become too much a danger of recognising you in the future?

I laughed quietly at that as I removed the handkerchief. I think I have little to fear of exposure by the daughter of the Earl of Caithness, I appraised her face. It was just as lovely as I remembered. Not when that same daughter, in her less sedate youth, acted several times as an altar for Dashwood's Monks of Medmenham Abbey!

Elizabeth sucked in her breath sharply. "It seems you have the advantage of me, Sir; and the ability to ruin me as surely as I could ruin you.