by Writing Shark
Wrap up the Night
“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” Little Sydney doesn’t have much to say, but what she lacks in words she makes up for with an even tighter cunt. And she’s flexible. You’ve already fucked her next to Amy’s unconscious body, her legs behind her head, her stomach pressed together. You’ve even seen the bump your cock makes inside her but the little bitch just kept moaning and milking you like a madwoman.
Now you’ve grabbed her and are fucking her with all your might against the wall as if you wanted to rebuild the house. You quickly shake your head. You have those annoying feelings again when you imagine using your good girls like that piece of meat with the artificial name Sydney. Katie, Elle and of course Olivia. You couldn’t treat them like that and something bothers you about it, but something else makes you happy.
“What is it?” Sydney’s smoky voice reaches you. “Is something…”
“Shut your stupid mouth you stupid piece of shit,” you growl and press yourself so hard against her that Sydney can’t breathe. Then you grab her ass with powerful pranks and push your fingers deep into her tight canal. In response, she wraps her legs around your hips and her arms around your shoulders and wants to kiss you.
“I’m sorry for being dumb Sir. Pleas kiss me and…” You almost headbutt her, but your cock stuns her so much that the girl doesn’t notice the pain and moans her animalistig lust into the room. Soon you have to call it off, as your cum from the last two orgasms is already dripping from both of her lower holes like a leaky pipe. But you want it one more time, emptying in her firm body, and you’ll get what you want.
Without further ado, you simply throw Syndey onto the bed. The young, naive but eager girl immediately squats down on her knees in front of you, spreads her legs, cum leaking out onto the sheeds, pushes her back out and sticks her tongue out as a pink, twitching target. Her stupid eyes beg you to reward her, but only make you angry.
Her shrill moan fills the air as you aim and hit her forehead. Your cum hits her several times until her face disappears under a slimy glaze, leaving only her pink tongue halfway clean.
“Fuck you’re ugly,” you grin at her as she tries to smile through the cumshot. “I like that.”
“Thank you Sir,” she says, ignoring the insult. You can say what you want anyway.
Of course Sydney licks you clean, then you can get dressed while she does the same. While you look at her body and decide about her future in your company (and rising empire), Amy slowly starts to stir on the bed. The silly thing always takes too long to wake up from a cum coma, but tonight has mellowed you out. You might even put Amy on your good girl list and… Growling, you call yourself to your senses, then feel Sydney’s talented little hands on your arm.
“Sir?” You nod. “Can I go for little girls?” You’re about to agree, you’re not a monster, when you remember that, no, you are a monster. You must be a monster.
“Go ahead,” you say and are secretly glad that Sydney is supporting you here too. Then you nod to Amy.
“Sir, I don’t understand?”
“Really?” She can’t be that stupid. And indeed, Sydney does understand. And she even smiles a little, just a little, as she frees herself from you and takes a seat above Amy with a slightly flushed face.
It’s about power. Everything is about power in your life. And it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, Sydney and Amy have to be more on your side after tonight than they were before.
It takes a while but eventually, the first drops start to drip from Sydney’s used cunt, first mixing with your cum, then dribbling down.
“Hurry up,” you demand annoyed and put on your shoes.
“Yes… Sir… right away… Sir…” Of course, she finds it difficult, and instead of piss, Sydney squeezes the remains of your load out of her two holes onto the face of the half-asleep Amy.
“What…” the girl mumbles, stirring as drops of cum and urine land at the corner of her mouth.
“Sir… I can…”
“Do it now you stupid cunt or I’ll drag you home naked behind my car,” you growl menacingly like an aggressive wolf. And Sdyney obeys like an intimidated deer. She moans softly, but only squeezes more cum out of herself. Then she inhales, holds her breath and relaxes. “Good girl,” you praise her.
“What the… Oh my God!” Amy wakes up instantly as the warm beam hits her face. She opens her eyes and mouth, a mistake, and panic overcomes her. Sydney screams in horror as Amy jumps up and rams her head against the other girl’s pissing cunt. You, on the other hand, giggle as you see Amy desperately trying to get away from the stream and Sydney desperately trying to piss on Amy’s face like you told her to. Finally, the new arrival is stronger, anyone is stronger than little Amy, grabs the girl and empties her bladder on her face, moaning softly.
“Hold still you little cunt” she hisses while pissing. “He wants it and he gets what he wants. Fuck here it comes… so much…” Amy accepts her fate, blinking in your direction under the stream that comes inches from her face out of Sydney. “Wow… That is kinda hot.” Sydney giggles, still holding Amy in place, than she moans in the hope you like it.
“Was I good Sir?” Sydney asks later, her face red with shame… and lust. You don’t answer her question. The fact that you’re still waiting for the two girls without hitting them should make your point. But they are girls and not smart enough to understand a man’s thoughts. They are emotional and trained on instinct like animals, so you give them a blunt smile and a nod. And of course it works.
“Thank you Sir,” Amy whispers, her hair wet and sticky. Her arms twitch as if she wants to hug you but she pulls herself together and continues dressing instead. Sydney does the same and you roll your eyes as the two cum drunk girls mix up her panties and neet to swap them.
Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time to leave the party. But before you do, it’s your duty to look after your investments.
You guide Sydney and Amy safely and securely through the increasingly escalating orgy. Inhibitions continue to fall, but it’s worse upstairs in the house. Amy starts to cry again as you look in each room to check your stars and find the ones you allow to leave.
Bailey is almost startled as you pull her off Harvey’s squishy body. You’re not even looking at the guy, but his satisfied, big grin is a guarantee of more roles for your stars in the future.
“Sir…” Bailey whispers, unable to look at you, clinging at your side like the frightened child-like creature she truly is.
“Good girl,” you say, handing her the towel that was meant for Harvey. Shy and reserved, the black girl wipes the sweat, cum and spit from her body while sniffing shyly the smell that comes from trembling Amy. “You did a good job.”
“Thank you, Sir.” And she smiles. Basically, it’s easy with women.
Hailee and Anna don’t even notice you. Your experienced bitch fists your new arrival so deep that you remember to check Hailee’s tightness the next time you fuck her while she seems to disappear between Harry Styles’ ass cheeks. Kevin fucks Tom in the mouth and whips the blind Hailee with his belt. There’s nothing to do but nod at Kevin and leave the two women here until the morning. Kevin knows what to do with Hailee.
And downstairs you see petite Katie lying under a mountain of men’s bodies. Actually, you can only see her foot. With a nasty smile, you tickle her and wake her up.
“Sir!” she gasps, “I’ll be right there!” But it takes a minute, Katie is just too weak to free herself without help and finally you grab her and pull her out of the tangle of bodies. She looks around with confused eyes, her hair sticking to her face and her whole body overheated like the Fukushima reactor.
“I… cando… more… Sir!” she breathes and coughs. “Cocks, cunts, I don’t… care. I can…”
“It’s okay,” you reassure her, “I’m proud of you.” As Katie looks at you enamored (no need to push it away), proudly holding her body up, you see Bailey’s worried looks out of the corner of your eye. “Very much so.” Then you pat Katie’s sweaty cheek and wipe your hand on Bailey’s half-clean shirt. “You’re still my number one.”
As Bailey sniffles softly, Katie wants to hug you too. You even have to push her back a little, but you take the sting with a smile.
“Let’s make sure we get home.”
“Yes Sir,” answer your inters from one mouth. No one asks who or what Sydney is to you.
Writing Shark 