The Tech Mogul’s Dilemma

My name is Ryan, and I’ve never been one to impress the ladies. At 40, I’m a self-proclaimed nerd, but with a twist – I’m a rich one. This story’s about how even a guy like me can score, if I put my mind to it.

After graduating with a B.S. in computer science, I went on to earn my doctorate at MIT, specializing in software design. My thesis focused on creating new algorithms for online transactional security. Essentially, my software encrypted account information in a way that made it virtually unbreachable. I took my creation to the market and, after a two-week challenge by Cray Labs, I sold it to banks and online retailers, raking in millions in the process.

By the time I was 28, I was a multi-millionaire, thanks to my innovative software and a generous profit-sharing plan that split 40% of the profits among my employees. Last year, Microsoft offered to buy me out for $200 million, but I turned them down. Eventually, they offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse, and I split $80 million among my staff and kept the rest. Now, I’m a ‘consultant’ for Microsoft, making a cool $500,000 a year.

I’ve since moved to the south, where I live in a beautiful home on the Intracoastal Waterway in southeastern North Carolina. The weather, golf, and fishing are just a few reasons I chose this location.

One evening, I stopped by a low-end restaurant in the area. I’d never been there before, but it was a case of being in the right place at the right time. Once I was seated, my waitress, Morgan, came over to take my drink order. She was 21, but looked younger with her dark hair in a ponytail and her enchanting green eyes. I was drawn to her – she had a girlish body, was petite at 5’3″, and had a tight, inviting figure. I couldn’t help but notice her camel toe through her tight jeans. Her name was Morgan, and she said, “I’ll be your server tonight.” As I ordered, I wondered what I could do to get her attention.

I decided to be direct, leaving a generous tip and a note with my number on it – along with a $100 bill. The note read, “If you’d like the rest, and maybe more, call me when you get off.” I figured the worst that could happen was they’d throw me out.

Morgan called me after about 20 minutes, and we made plans to meet at a nearby bar. She showed up about 10 minutes later, wearing the same outfit as before. I was taken aback by how beautiful she looked.

“I’m glad you called me,” she said, eyeing my Porsche. “This is some car, especially compared to mine. Is it fast?” She smiled, adding, “Stupid question – it’s a Porsche.” I chuckled, passing her the rest of the bill. “Don’t worry, it’s still good. Just give both parts to a bank and they’ll honor it.”

She looked at me curiously, “OK, why me? There are plenty of women around here who are much hotter than me.” I grinned, “You want to get in or maybe we should go in for a drink?” She smiled, and we headed inside.

“So, I guess you want to fuck me,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I laughed, “That thought did occur to me, but let’s see if we like each other first. I introduced myself, told her the essentials – name, age, occupation, where I lived – all that stuff. She just looked around the car, “How much did this cost?”

“With tax, about $270,000. I bought it when I lived in New York, where the tax is much higher.” She exclaimed, “Wow, you must have some payments.” I laughed, “I paid cash – a bank check, but the same thing.” She smiled, “You must be rich. You wanna fuck me?” I chuckled, “Yes, I do. Feel better, now?”

As we rode in silence, each of us thinking about what was to come, she eventually spoke up, “I should call my folks. I live with them after I finished grad school. You must think I’m a real loser.” I reassured her, “Actually, no. I lived with my folks after I finished grad school too. Lots of young people have to live with their parents, especially these days. The economy sucks.”

We reached my place, and as we walked hand-in-hand up to the door, a woman’s voice startled Morgan – “Welcome home, sir. Oh, I see you have a guest. Shall I set up the living room or the den?” I replied, “Neither. Just shut yourself off. I won’t need you any more this evening.”

Morgan looked around, confused. “It’s OK,” I laughed. “You just met my computer. This whole house is controlled by it. I thought it would be more fun if it had a voice interface. It’s a lot easier to give it commands that way, too. I’m working on a holographic body for her, but I haven’t found anyone to use as a model yet.”

She smiled and led me into the living room, where there was a stunning view of the ICW and the marsh beyond, illuminated by a near-full moon. I thought it was romantic, and she agreed, turning to give me another really hot kiss. She tiptoed up, and I leaned down, my hands squarely on her tight ass. Her hand found my growing erection, and she exclaimed, “Hmmmm, not bad – not bad, at all.”

Using both hands, she unbuckled and opened my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my briefs, causing my cock to spring forth. She tried to wrap her tiny fingers around it, finding she needed both hands to reach all the way around. She stroked me slowly, bringing an appreciative groan to my lips. Looking directly into my eyes, she slowly lowered herself, bringing me into her waiting, wanting mouth.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any experience,” I whispered between moans. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she grinned. “I said I didn’t have a lot, and that’s true. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try my best. Listening to you, I guess my best is pretty good.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as I pulled her into my arms, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her teasing remark.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you could say that,” I said with a grin, “but right now I have another idea.”

I carried her into the bedroom, my heart racing with anticipation, and gently deposited her onto the center of my king-sized bed.

With a playful flourish, I reached for the remote control and pressed a few buttons, and the room was instantly transformed.

The drapes slid open, revealing the breathtaking view of the city skyline, and the soft, sultry music filled the air.

Next, a small refrigerator slid out from the wall, containing a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses.

I looked at her sheepishly, and she spun around, her eyes shining with mirth.

“Didn’t you say you were no good with women?” she teased, her voice husky with amusement.

“I like to be prepared—that’s all,” I said with a shrug, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, right!” she laughed, “Open the damn bottle and let’s see if it’s any good.”

I reached for the corkscrew, and with a few deft twists, the bottle was open.

We toasted in silence, our eyes locked on each other, and then took our first sip.

As we began to undress each other, our bodies ignited with desire, and I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty.

Her hairless body glowed in the soft light, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I gazed at her.

“I want to make sure you get your money’s worth,” she said with a sly smile, leading me to the bed.

“I got that forty minutes ago,” I replied, my voice low and husky, “You’re the first woman I’ve ever had here, and the way I feel right now, I don’t think I want anyone else.”

“You know, for a nerd, you say all the right things,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Now come here, shut up, and fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I reached for the condom, but she stopped me, her hand on my arm.

“Let’s not use one,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my heart racing with uncertainty.

“I’m on the pill, and I really want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, my body screaming with desire.

As we made love, our bodies moved in perfect sync, our passion igniting like a wildfire.

She whispered her desire, her voice husky with need, and I responded, my body taking over.

We moved faster and harder, our bodies slick with sweat, until she cried out in ecstasy.

Her body jerked around with abandon, and I felt myself being pulled over the edge.

As I released a stream of hot semen deep inside her, we both collapsed, our bodies spent.

We lay there for a moment, our hearts still racing, and then I raised my head, my eyes locked on hers.

“Can you stay the night?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she smiled, her eyes shining with happiness.

And as we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together.