Phone Sex Escape -11-

I usually only post 1 a week of this story, but I decided to share another.

“God damn, Amanda. Fucking take that cock, you nasty little slut,” I growled. My intern was not only good at filing, but she knew how to suck my dick like no one else. Not even Maria was as skilled as this little twenty-year-old cum slut.

As I stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling glass window, my good little girl rested her head against the glass and opened her mouth. How the fuck she could take it all still amazed me. Every time I am riping her throat apart, my wife complains, and even the maid gags at the size. Amanda, though, takes dick like she was born for it.

Pulling back, looking down at the mascara-covered face, I leaned in, growling, “The fucking phone is ringing. Do I have to do everything, you dumb bitch?” Lifting my hands in a what the fuck expression, I waited for her to pick up the phone.

“Ah.. Mr. St.Clouds office,” she panted.

“Get me my fucking son-in-law, and keep his dick out of your mouth,” Thomas Anderson growled.

“Yes, Sir,” Amanda shook, pressing mute before handing over the phone.

“Bend over and pull the skirt up. At least do something fucking constructive,” I demanded.

As I held the phone, waiting, the view was spectacular. Amanda’s tight little cunt playing peek-a-boo with me. What old man Anderson needed was a taste of this honey to chill him out. Maybe I should send him a distraction in the shape of a tall blond.

“Thomas, what do I owe the pleasure of this call,” I said, my cock sliding right between those honey-coated lips. One slip, and I am all the way in. She’s tight, but I might need a virgin soon. There is nothing like getting a ripe cherry to splatter all over your dick. I pulled back. One deep thrust sent the woman’s hand to her mouth to cover the painful cries. I knew it would hurt, but fuck it. She is disposable.

“Are you still fucking that little bitch? I told you I want a grandchild, not a fucking paternity case ruining my company,” Thomas said, his voice gruff and full of anger.

My head falling back in laughter as my hips thrust against Amanda’s ass, I knew the old man could hear it, but I don’t fucking care. If his daughter were a decent piece of ass, I wouldn’t need to stray. Who am I kidding? I would stray even if she fucked like a pornstar. I have never been the loyal type.

“Of course not. I have been banging your daughter bareback every night. The problem is, all she wants to do is swallow. You know sometimes I have to give in,” I lied. “I promised you a grandchild, and by the end of the year, you’ll be bouncing the little shit on your knee. Stop worrying,” I grunted, my dick getting ready to blow. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting,” I cut him off, slamming the phone down.

“Sir, please, it hurts. Please, Sir, I can’t do this,” Amanda cried.

With a firm slap to her ass, my hand gripped the fat flesh of her buttocks, slamming my dick into the deepest part of her core each time. I love when they scream, and Amanda was doing a bang-up job. Pulling back to the head each time, I looked down with nothing but evil in my mind. One slip out, and her ass took the brunt of her complaining.

“Oh god, please, it hurts,” she screamed. Amanda wrapped her hands around the edge of the desk, her knuckles white from the pressure. She wouldn’t be able to sit for the rest of the day, but she would learn a valuable lesson. Don’t let the phone ring more than twice, and never complain. She was hired for a reason, and I buried my dick deep in the reason. Her tight fucking ass.

One more thrust and my cock sent the scalding hot seed deep into her anal cavity, filling her with my cum. “You fucking stupid bitch. You’re fucking fired,” growling. I felt her tighten the moment she knew she just got fucked, literally. As I pulled back, wiping my dick off on her skirt, I knew I would miss that ass, but her replacement would start in the morning.

“Get out. I’m bored, and you put nothing into your job anymore. Pick up a gift basket on the way out, and have a good day,” I laughed. Tucking my dick back into my pants, I checked the time, “A hard day at work deserves a good lunch. Security will see you out.”

2 thoughts on “Phone Sex Escape -11-

    1. When it’s all done I am going to remove and publish it. The feedback I am getting from it just scream book series. As for Johnathan, I love writing him. He is such an asshole that I have to laugh each time something pops in my mind.

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