by Writing Shark
Amy is made useful
Anything goes up here, the people who retreat to the bedrooms know that. Amy is one of those people and you explain it to Sydney. The escort girl giggles excitedly and as soon as you close the door behind you, her hands are all over your body.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck the boss,” she coos seductively as she tries to unbutton your shirt. You, however, grab her hands and hold them tight, tying the girl to you and using your height to show her who’s in charge.
“You’re a horny little piece of fuck meat Sydney,” you say honestly. “But little Miss Amy here has ruined your evening.
“Why?” Sydney asks stupidly while Amy is already getting ready. You never thought Amy would be the most intelligent woman in the room. Your grin is devilish and Amy starts to tremble as you turn Sydney around to face her.
“She works for me, belongs to me.” You sigh. “I’m responsible for her. I actually wanted to fuck you today but Amy got in the way. Now I have to show her what I expect from her. Will you help me with that Sydney?” It’s as much a test for your soon-to-be-employee as it is for Amy.
“Is this my recruitment test?” she grins cheekily and asks a redundant question. You nod.
“Hiring for you, for Amy it’s about keeping her job.” Sydney steps up to the girl who is half a head shorter than her.
“Okay, Mr. Stratton. What do I have to do?” You casually wander through the room behind Amy. Quickly and efficiently you slip her dress off her body, then you undo her bra and Amy obediently pulls her panties off her body. She stands in front of you in nothing but high heels, looking down to the floor in shame and fear. Meanwhile, Sydney watches you with her fingers over her crotch and her teeth on her lower lip. Finally, you grab a chair, place it against the wall and sit down casually. Sydney is about to go down on you, but you stop her. Haven’t you already made it clear that this is about Amy? Your next words make it easier for Sydney.
“Hurt her.”
“What?”
“You heard me right.” Sydney looks at Amy, then back at you.
“For real? I mean… okay…”
“Sir I…” Amy begins, but then Sydney’s hand lands on her cheek. The girl screams and wants to run out of the room.
“If you leave now, you’ll have no future with me,” you threaten icily and Amy stops. “Make up your mind.” Crying and red-cheeked, little Amy clenches her fists, tightens her body and turns stiffly to Sydney, who is already undressing too.
“H… H-hit… Fucking shit! Hit me!” Another scream, this time Sydney has hit the other cheek.
“More,” you just say and pull your stiff cock out of your pants. Sydney presses her lips together, then a wicked grin appears on her face.
It’s not about punishing Amy, even though she looks sexy with a red face and puffy eyes. She’s in her place. As you jerk off lazily, you watch with pleasure as the two girls complete their respective tests like well-behaved, diligent, desperate schoolgirls. Amy is frantic, Sydney loses herself more in her liberated lust with every stroke she delivers.
“On the bed bitch” she hisses and Amy literally throws herself onto the sheets. Of her own accord, she presents her white, pure ass to the other girl.
“Ah!” Soon a red palm stands out on the flawless skin like a badge of devotion to you.
“It could be worse,” you say to Amy, gesturing Sydney to continue.
“I know sir IAAAH! I know…” You’re a little regretful that Bailey or Katie aren’t here now, Katie’s mouth would be desirable in this situation and Olivia will surely be amused that you had to satisfy yourself tonight. You can never have enough cunt. But seeing Sydney fit into your plan is extremely arousing, apart from her tits jiggling freely with every stroke.
“Is that enough Sir?” She asks a few minutes later, already out of breath herself. Women are just too weak to punish properly. You shake your head.
“Hurt her.”
“Sir…” Is she in doubt, you ask yourself. But she points to your belt. She has initiative.
“AAAAH!” The crack of the expensive leather on her velvety skin is music to your ears. Amy claws at the sheets as if she’s about to be ripped into pieces, her whole body white with exertion and fear and red with pleasure and pain. “AAAHAHAHA!” The blow hit her cunt. Sydney is vague and sloppy, but eager.
“Do you like this you little slut?” you ask her while stroking your cock. The girl nots eager, fire in her eyes. “Then…”
“Hurt her?”
“Hurt her.”
It’s been like this for an hour and Amy is just shaking and screaming. Your belt lies sweaty and dirty on the floor and Sydney has turned her attention to Amy’s front. She’s too weak to do any real damage, but it’s enough to make Amy cry. Well, everything makes Amy cry these days.
Her screams get shrill as Sydney grabs her nipples and pulls them down. Amy wants to follow but Sydney pushes her back up and the bi girl automatically obeys. You can see that she is devoted to you, even if her motivation is her family. Surely all she can think about now is the pain and you.
“Amy,” you say and her eyes tell you. You’re good at reading people and you can read Amy like an open book. Sweating, crying and with snot on her face, she looks at you. She is ugly but that makes her beautiful. Breathing heavily, she looks at your cock, then into your eyes. Then she turns to Sydney.
“Hurt me you stupid cunt!” she hisses. “Hurt me and make me show him that he owns me.” Then she tries to spit at the girl, but doesn’t have the strength and the wad dangles embarrassingly from her chin. You would laugh if you weren’t so horny. And luckily you are horny, otherwise Amy would see how proud you are of her.
Sydney doesn’t know what to do anymore and soon you have to intervene. But you say it one more time.
“Hurt her.” After Amy’s statement, Sydney has started punching her in her little girlish breasts. She’s running out of ideas and it’s interesting to see that Sydney is so simple and crude to resort to such violence. Maybe it was done to her in the past. You want to test that theory. For now, though, you watch as your latest catch throws Amy off the bed onto the floor, puts her on all fours and hits her in the stomach. Choking and coughing, Amy falls to the side, but then looks at you and swayingly stands up again. Sydney looks at you questioningly, already out of breath, sweaty hair und heaving body and with a bright red face.
“Hurt her.”
The scream is deafening as Sydney grabs Amy’s cunt and squeezes. Hard. No sense, no trick, just brute force as she closes her fingers into a fist, Amy’s sensitive flesh between them.
And you see it on her stupid, impressionable girl-faces. Lust.
Amy cries, howls, snot and tears hang from her face. But she smiles, dumb and desperate, and happy. She knows she’s proven herself to you.
And Sydney smiles, crazy, stupid and aroused. You’ve obviously found exactly who you were looking for. And Sydney notices it too.
“That’s enough,” you finally say. You step in front of Amy, who is only half on this earth, kneel down to her, pull her head up and kiss her gently on the forehead.
“Th… Th… Thank… Sir… for using… for keeping and… owning… me… I… I… I lo…” Your hand lands heavily on her cheek and the only reason she doesn’t collapse is because you hold her head up with all your might. Then you press her lips together, squeeze her spit out of her mouth and make her look at you.
“I’m proud of you.”
Girlcum flows out in streams from between Sydney’s fingers, Amy makes an animalistic noise, barely human, then she just falls over. You and Sydney look at each other.
“That was hot, Sir,” she gasps, wiping her face. “I didn’t know I had that in me. Wow.”
“Good thing you’ve got it in you,” you say, eyeing the naked, sweaty girl.
“Why?” Always these stupid questions. But whatever, at least she’s following orders and hurting who I say.
“For someone in my position, it’s important to have someone for wet work.”
“Wet work? What’s that?” You roll your eyes and pull your shirt off your body.
“Shut the fuck up.” Then you grab her by the hair, put your arm between her legs, lift her up roughly and throw her onto the bed in a high arc.
Writing Shark 