by Writing Shark
You deal with some unimportant sluts
It’s not entirely normal for you to wake up in the morning and see not one, but two deadly beautiful hotties wrapped in your sheets. It’s not often that the two girls snuggle up each other after you get out of bed, especially because until recently, the two of them were rivals for your cock. Now Olivia and Camila grin sleepily as you plant a kiss on both of them and then sneak out of the room. Actually, you don’t care how the two of them feel about each other as long as you can fuck them undisturbed in the hole you want, but when you wash your face in the bathroom you can’t deny it anymore. You’re lying to yourself.
Olivia Dunne is in love with me.
And I love Olivia Dunne.
Love is dangerous, especially for a man with power and money, as it puts him in danger of losing everything to a woman. Are you smart enough to resist Olivia? You almost go back into the room to take incriminating photos of her, but you shake your head. The crazy thing is that you trust her.
“Shit,” you grin. “Fucking perfect.” You quickly leave the bathroom. You need variety and you find it in the form of Olivia’s secretary Abigail Cowen, who is waiting uncomfortably for her boss in the entrance area of the house.
Without exchanging a word with her, you grab her hair and lead her to the sofa.
“Good morning Sir,” she manages to squeeze out, then you bend her over the sofa, pull down her pants and fuck her with delight.
Eventually Camilla comes down, gives you a warm smile and kisses you on the cheek before making you a coffee and handing it to you while you wait for Olivia, still fucking the slim redhead.
“Thank you Sir” Camila whispers as Abigail moans softly beneath you. “For everything.” You nod to her and grab her breasts under the velvet dressing gown, then you come inside Abigail. “May I sir?” Of course Camila is allowed and you leave Abigail lying unsatisfied over the sofa while Camila cleans your cock.
“Good morning Sir,” Bailey greets you, on her knees today. “Can I suck your cock Sir? Or do you want to fuck me in the ass?” she asks after kissing your shoes. You snap your fingers and lead her into your office.
“Suck.”
“Yes sir!” She literally falls under your table, the place where Katie usually kneels, and gulps down your cock like your cum is the only fluid in her life.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” you lie to her. “Katie still comes first.” But Bailey’s panicked BJ is even slightly better than willing Katie’s. “Katie is doing a long-term task for me that will take her out of the office often. Internship is only her second priority from now on,” you say as you scroll through Miss Douglas’s social media and see photos of a wild party yesterday. Along with your target, Katie leans in for the cameras, baring her teeth as she squeezes her eyes shut. “And Amy won’t be here much anymore either.”
“I’ll do any task for you Sir,” Bailey says, nudging your cock with her nose while it covers half her face. “I’m your wild little whore Sir, grateful that you showed me who the real monsters are.” Then she sucks your cock again wildly and determinedly.
“In any case, you will share most of the work with Lyndsy until I find an adequate replacement for the two sluts,” you say.
“You always use such big words, Sir,” Bailey marvels and grins stupidly. “I hope I can understand what you’re saying.” You grab her hair tightly and pull her onto your lap. With wild movements she pulls up her skirt, of course she has no underwear underneath.
“Reserve your bullshit for Harvey” you grunt as you push yourself into her. “I want girls who are smart enough to submit to me.”
“Yeeees Sir…” Baile moans and rocks determinedly on your cock. “I know exactly that I’m yours.” She leans towards you, hesitates, then kisses you on the mouth. “Your little black intelligent slave girl Sir.” She grins, trying to be cheeky but just looking sexy. “Thank you for blessing my useless black hole with your cock Sir. Please cum inside me Sir, I am intelligent enough to use contraception.”
While Bailey wipes your sperm from her face, with your permission, you don’t obey women’s requests, you start a video call.
“Sydney.”
“Hello Mister Big Boss.” Slurps and moans come through the line of the stupid little whore with deep eyes and big tits. “How can I help you?” she asks over Face Time.
“I wanted to ask about our little project.” Sydney looks exhausted, hair disheveled, make-up running and a doopy grin on her full lips.
“Wait a minute, Sir.” It takes a while, then the cell phone is passed around. “I want to see how long it takes for her to puke from deepthroad,” the young woman giggles. Miss Elizabeth Olsen Fanning can be seen on the cell phone trying to force a gigantic black suction dildo down her throat. The mature woman looks terrible and apparently Sydney is sitting on her back while she talks to you. “She looks so happy when she comes,” muses your hired whore.
“Then don’t make her too happy,” you admonish her while Elizabeth carelessly continues to swallow the dildo so deep inside herself that her throat stretches. “We want them dependent and submissive.”
“The last time I saw her happy was three days ago, Sir. No worries. And here, you might like this.” The camera pans back between Elizabeth’s legs. Sydney roughly fishes out several Polaroids of Elle Fanning covered in cunt slime from her snatch. “You fuck the little one, she says?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” The photos are making you hard again and you’re already looking around for Bailey to mark her face again.
“Of course not, Sir. I was just wondering if you wanted to fuck her with me.” The camera image shows a slightly sweaty breast with a puffy nipple. “I miss you Sir.”
“Tell you something” is what you say. “I’m a busy man. But if you make sure this cunt never speaks to me again and isn’t a problem for me, then I’ll give you a part and my cock in all your holes.”
“Okaydokay,” Sydney grins without negotiating. This is how you like your chicks best.
“Bailey,” you call over the intercom but nothing happens. “Bailey!” You finally come out of your office, angry because you had to wait longer than half a minute for sex.
You find the two women kneeling on the carpet, their assholes oiled and their breasts pressed to the carpet.
“Thank you for allowing us to work for you, Sir,” you hear Bailey, and Lyndsy wants to say something too, but the brown beauty screams when you penetrate her ass.
‘I’m on it Sir. Love you.’ you read half an hour later, looking at a blurry image of two girls kissing, one you recognize as Katie. The other is your next goal.
Writing Shark 