Phone Sex Escape -14-

“Sir, wait before you leave. Your mother called and left you a message,” the receptionist uttered. Still, in a state of shock over the last applicant, she held out her hand with the note. Her fingers were trembling from the contents and the bomb that was about to drop on her boss.

The last time I heard from my mother, she was in Paris with her fourth husband and daughter. When she spoke of the teenager, I had to laugh. My mother hates children. Or is it just me that she despises? I’m sure it’s not the money she needs. The newest one is some perfume designer who claims to be in the billionaires club. I’m sure by the time my mother’s done he will be collecting welfare and wondering where the fuck he went wrong. My mother has a habit of draining her men dry and disposing of them. We called her the vampire for a reason. When she walks through a room, a trail of empty wallets litters the floor.

I made the mistake of opening the envelope before closing the door to my office. By the time the fit of rage was over, security was sure the place was under siege. My mother decided that her newest stepdaughter would live with me for the next few months. It seems they want to travel, and the girl is finishing her last year of high school. I already have one woman in my house that I hate. There is no way I need two. Calling down the hall to the secretary that passed me this note, “Get my fucking mother on the phone, NOW.”

The office door slamming tossed pictures in the hallway into the floor, and that bottle of bourbon in the corner would surely be gone by the time I finished. Pouring a drink, my hand shook like a junkie. Something I never do is allow myself to fall into the pits of anger, but right now, I will snap the neck of the next female that walks into the office. The moment the phone rang, the glass smashed down on the edge of my oak desk, threatening to teeter off.

“Mother, we need to speak,” I grunted, the phone now on speaker.

“Oh, my darling boy, don’t get all snappy with me. You know how much mommy loves you,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm.

My mother and I have always had a relationship that wouldn’t be considered normal. I watched her cheat on my father at the age of 5, my first stepfather at 7, the third one committed suicide after she took all his money and spent it, and this one, well, he seems to have a hold on his wallet tighter than his teenage daughter.

“She is not living with me. We’re not fucking related. Just because you fuck her father does it mean I am responsible for her upkeep,” I growled.

A sigh on the other end of the phone brought out the truth. “She is close to her father. Too close for comfort. I don’t want her screwing up my marriage, and besides, she is already on the plane, and you will pick her up at the airport. I texted you her arrival time and flight,” she snapped.

The one thing I know about my mother is she doesn’t like anyone stepping on her toes on the way to the bank. All I remember about the girl is she was blond, tiny, and had those lips made for sucking cock. I feel no guilt thinking that. She isn’t related to me, plus, who cares if she was related?

“I’ve got to run and get my nails done. I love you, my baby boy,” she said, hanging up quickly.

“You fucking bitch. You no good money-hungry whore,” I screamed, but the only one who heard me was the entire office. Between Haven and this girl, I was going to become an alcoholic. Before I could pick her up, I need to call Haven. Jesus, I hate that whiney little whore.

“Haven, what the fuck are you going on about now? You pay for nothing, lay on your fucking ass, drive me fucking insane,” I said. The call ended with me winning, Haven screaming into the phone, and a driver sent to the airport to pick the kid up. Maria would make up the guest room, and if all went right, maybe I would find out just how talented those little lips really are. Fuck, my dick is already getting hard again, and now there isn’t an intern to fuck.

Two hours later, a visit to the strip club was all I needed to fix the day. A lap dance from the lead dancer led to her sliding down two poles—the one on the stage and the one in my pants. Growling out with every thrust into her well-used cunt, I beat that pussy up like I hate it. The best part of fucking whores is knowing that they will take any abuse I have to offer for the right price.

“Don’t cum inside of me. You told me you would pull out,” the whore moaned.

As I fucked harder into her, shooting a massive load of cum deep inside of her pussy. The girl screamed like beaten, but she tightened up, milking my cock until every drop of my seed painted her inner walls. Pushing her into the floor the minute I finished, I tossed a few hundred for an abortion, zipped, and walked out the back door of the place. “Damn, it’s always a good day being an asshole,” I laughed. God knows I needed that before walking into my home tonight. All I have to look forward to is dinner and the beginning of the next war starting.

2 thoughts on “Phone Sex Escape -14-

  1. Ok yes you did it! ( throwing a few hundred for an abortion!) A new level of bad. I can’t wait to see what you come up with next! 🤔❤

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