Phone Sex Escape 8

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Eight

Johnathan

Yanking up my zipper, I looked down at my wife. She drained me for a minute, but I knew I needed sex tonight. Hardcore, pussy throbbing sex. Maria was out of the question. She was a good mouth to feed, but that’s where it ended. Amanda, no, I was getting tired of the same pussy night after night. She gave me everything I wanted, but you want a woman who will fight back at times. I could wake Haven, but I would stay true to my word and give her a break for the night.

Sipping away into my office, I placed a call to the local escort service, ordering myself a whore for the evening. The only decision I had was to take her to a hotel or bring her to the house. A part of me knew better, but that was the same part that didn’t care what anyone thought. It was over a year since I brought the last whore into the house, which was long overdue.

“Maria, come in my office for a minute,” I said.

The moment that maid was in the doorway, I motioned for the door to close. It was almost comical, the look of excitement on her face. I knew she thought that I would use her at that point, but the only thing that was going to happen was instructions for the rest of the evening. Should I feel wrong about this? I don’t.

“Please put fresh sheets in the guest room, and in about thirty minutes, I will have a young lady here for the evening. We will retire to the room for the night. Make sure there are water and juice in the small bedroom fridge. After that, you can have the rest of the night to yourself,” I said.

That was the moment I heard her heartbreaking. No, I could actually hear it in her exhale. Do I care? No. When I hired her, she knew that she was there to clean and suck my dick when I need her to—nothing more, nothing less. Some would call me an asshole, and some would be right. I lost my ability to give a fuck a long time ago.

Thirty minutes later, sprawled out on the bed, one of the nastiest redheads that I have ever met masturbated in front of me. God damn, do you know what watching a confident woman does to a dick? It makes it rock hard and ready to blow. Well, not blow right away, but in time.

“Slap that pussy for me,” I said.

Her hand pulled back, the delicate fingers with a blood-red polish landed flat on her swollen cunt lips. Her name was Heather, and she was as bald as the day she was born. The moment she retracted her fingers, I saw the perfect outline of her slender digits. She marked herself and wore the brand of a self-inflicted whore. My dick twitched, but I knew if I buried it inside her already, I would cum too soon and not get my money’s worth. I’m a cheap bastard, and I always get what I pay with everything. Licking my lips, I yanked her body to the side of the bed, allowing her head to fall from the edge. It was then that I explained her self-worth to the raven-haired slut.

“Open your mouth,” I said. I pulled my dick from my pants, moving closer to her open mouth. A quick rub of the head over her lips, and I pushed the tip to rest against her tongue. I had to shut her up before giving her a lesson on how to be a good cocksucker.

“I hired you for a reason, and once done, you will put your clothing on and leave. The money will be in an envelope on the dresser. Now wider,” I laughed. Pushing inside of the whores mouth, I didn’t stop until I reached the back of her throat, holding her hair tight in my fist, thrusting down her throat. After a few seconds, I stopped. I’d already had a mouth tonight. I wanted her pussy.

“Get up and bend over. I don’t want to see your face when I fuck you,” I growled.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty, but I’m not looking for anything other than a good time. Watching myself in the mirror, I lined up the massive head of my cock, slamming balls deep inside of her pussy. She moaned as I stretched her open, thrusting full force with every stroke inside of her. Let’s face it. She wasn’t tight at all, but a sloppy pussy can be a good pussy as long as the woman knows how to work it right. She did. Her hands-on the bed, she pushed back as I moved in, growling each time I entered her at full depth. Retracting my hand, I brought it down at full force on her ass, laughing when she yelped. Her body shook as I buried inside, cumming a full load deep inside of her pussy. I don’t care that she didn’t fake cumming. I bought her for sex, not for love.

I pulled back, wiped off, and dismissed the hooker by walking directly to the shower. I needed to get this slut off me as quickly as I could. Sometimes I wonder what these women must think about the way I show them the door. She was the one who sold her body for money, so there should be no shock that I didn’t want to cuddle after.

“Asshole,” she said. Grabbing her clothing and the money, the girl walked out of the room fully nude and out the front door. She was pissed off, but again, I don’t give a fuck about these women. I have one woman that has my attention. My wife, but not for the reasons one would think. She was my meal ticket to become CEO once her father died. He couldn’t go fast enough for me.

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