by Writing Shark
A cozy evening and a familiar problem
“Here’s to us,” you say and clink glasses with Olivia. The table is richly and lavishly set and decorated with the finest tableware and tablecloths. The fire crackles in the fireplace a few feet away, even though it’s hot as hell in California. But hottest of all is Olivia Dunne in her tight-fitting long black evening gown.
“Here’s to us.” You watch her as she sips her sparkling white wine. Her delicate lips are placed over the glass, her lipstick stands out nicely against the white of her skin and her eye shadow makes her eyes even deeper than they already are. You watch her drink while her eyes don’t even leave your face. “What is it?” she asks, giggling girlishly. In these moments, you are always reminded of the girl in the woman. Olivia is young and beautiful.
“It always fascinates me to see how mature and intelligent you are,” you admit without hesitation.
“And what about my beauty?” she asks, tossing her hair back. You shrug your shoulders and grin.
“Don’t be such a bitch. Of course you’re beautiful. But so is Ashley.” Olivia nods and becomes serious.
“You’re right.” She sips her drink again. “Thank you. I really should take your compliments better. Sorry.” You nod at her. “And Camila’s beautiful too. They’re both good to fuck.”
“Do you mind me fucking Ashley? I could give her back to you.” Your girl smiles kindly at you.
“No. That’s okay. That’s what this little Asia bitch was born for. And I like to humiliate her.” A brief hesitation. “Besides, we’re moving forward and now that you’ve made her loyal… thanks for that.”
“You could have done that without me. These chicks aren’t really the brightest stars in the firmament.” But something is bothering Olivia.
“I just get so angry all the time. They’re all so stupid all the time… it makes me sick.”
“Don’t be babe,” you comfort her, reaching out your arm and patting her hand. “I’m here for you, you know that. Together we’ll make these stupid cunts useful.” But that’s not the end of it. There’s this one thing inside Olivia, at least you suspect it’s just one thing you can’t get to. Something drives her away from you, not really far, but she always has to make an effort to get back to you. Her loyalty is unmistakable, as is your compatibility. But there’s something there that you can’t grasp.
“Do you think we both…” But nothing comes after that and her grip tightens around your hand.
“You and me?” You tame bitches like wild animals, but Olivia is different.
“Oh nothing,” she waves it off. “Speaking of silly girls, how did your conversations go?”
You tell her about the three potential suitors.
“Elle, you say?”
“I knew you’d find her the most interesting,” you laugh and sip your red wine.
“We haven’t had one with a daddy fetish for a long time,” she ponders. “And the other one? The slut?”
“They’re all sluts, dear.”
“The dirty one?”
“Heilee? She’s a good fuck. You can make good money with her.”
“You have to break her. Is she as stupid as Ashley?”
“No,” you shake your head. “With her, we need a plan.”
“I’m at your side,” Olivia says, stroking the back of your hand with her delicate fingers. Her fingernails glide over your skin, sending a pleasant tingle up your spine. “The feminist will be easy in the end. Are we going to do it like we did with Scarlett?”
“I think so,” you consider, “but let’s talk about you.” You realize that it’s back, that mysterious something that’s bothering Olivia. You haven’t figured out what it is yet, you’re also very busy at the moment, but it always helps her to talk about her life and chatter like all girls tend to do.
“You can really do something with Ashley,” she says, sounding cheered up. “The little one is good to fuck and brings a lot of followers.”
“Only Fans?” You’re still underrepresented in this market because you focus on high-profile women with whom you can earn more money than this subpar bitches who jiggle their asses for poor fools. Besides, you haven’t sunk that low yet. Olivia, on the other hand, is exactly in this area.
“If her performance doesn’t improve then I’ll reconsider. I also have a few other girls on the horizon.”
“If you want me to help you, just let me know.”
“Sure. And how are your interns doing?” She deflects again. You frown, but follow her lead, as you respect Olivia too much to force her to do anything in this regard.
“Here.” You hold out your cell phone to her and play the video you got around the time Ashley scooped your cum out of your girlfriend.
“Oh shit,” Olivia moans in amusement and puts her hand over her mouth. “Honey! Really…” Soft, feminine moans emanate from the cell phone along with the wet sound of two fingers in a tight pussy. “Who’s that?”
“Katie,” you say with a grin.
“Shit. She’s doing really well,” Olivia grumbles as poor little Katie’s trembling voice comes out of the cell phone.
‘Sir… Sir… I’m thinking of you… Thank you… Thank you for letting me work for you and… and I… h-hope t-that you… like me… Oh God…’
“She’s really cute” Olivia grins, watching the girl’s intimate confession. “All that’s missing is…”
‘And… And I… I… I love… AH! I love you Sirfuck!’ Olivia giggles and carelessly puts the phone aside. She knows she’s your alpha bitch.
“What does Camila say to that?” she asks, amused, but you shrug.
“What’s she supposed to say? She knows that I know. It must be hard when love isn’t reciprocated. Poor Katie.”
“Poor Camila,” Olivia grins.
Then she stands up. You can’t see it, but you know she’s not wearing panties under the long black fabric. That would be inappropriate here. You lean back in your chair and tilt your head back as Olivia’s hair falls around your face and her lips press against yours.
“Enough of stupid pussies in love,” she says, but then softens again. “I’ve had enough now.” Another kiss, deep and demanding. “And I’m hungry for you.”
“Netflix and chill?” you ask with a grin.
“Netflix and chill for rich people,” she replies. “We’re not peasants.” Her fingers caress your skin. “Aren’t I right?” She turns to the table.
“Yes, Mistress Olivia.” From beneath the expensive sheet, a black corset-laced Ashley crawls out, telltale wetness at the corners of her mouth and her nipples painfully stiff. Her expression is blank but her naked shaved cunt is wet with lust.
She is followed by Camila, who is already used to this treatment. Where Ashley uses the sexy tightness of corsets, you prefer simple red ropes. But Camila also has plumper tits that are laced together red, aching and with equally erect nipples inviting you to bite in.
“Thanks for the food Camila” you praise the girl in love with you and she smiles contentedly. But the food wasn’t even Mexican, it was the hot chick who sucked your cock.
You’ve already come enough times today so you can relax in front of the TV. Ashley massages her Mistress’ feet while Camila does what she’s been doing for three hours, licking and sucking your cock and balls.
“I should reward her,” you mumble and her face lights up. Then she stifles a squeal as Olivia kicks her bare foot against her plump, constricted chest.
“You better kiss me,” she demands and leans over to you, blocking your view at the sucking girl and you are only too happy to comply.
You ignore the video that Bailey and Amy send you of the redhead licking the black-haired girl’s shaved pussy and both of them offering themselves to you, as you are completely focused on sweet Olivia’s lips.
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