Phone Sex Escape -33-

Alone in my office, the best news anyone could receive came the moment I did. With Jamison on her knees begging for air, I felt the weight of the world lifting from my shoulders. Over and over, her little cheeks puffed out, her eyes pouring tears. There is no winning if you quit early. I will keep reminding her of that every time she tells me she’s had enough. Nothing is more of a turn-on than a girl who tells me that they can’t take it anymore. My cock seems to get twice as hard and demanding the more they muffle their cries. Jamison will soon learn that with Haven gone, she will need to pick up the pace and satisfy all of my wants and needs.

Crying, Jamison shook her head back and forth. Her lips stretched to the point she feared they would rip like a joker’s face. Jamison worked hard to get a breath. Her cheek extended like a chipmunk storing its winter supply of nuts. She had never felt anything like this in the past when giving her brother a blowjob, but then again, he never seemed so enraged when doing it.

I placed my hand down on the back of Jamison’s head as the tension was becoming too tight. I know my nuts are on the verge of busting right down her throat. That is the moment I knew that even the Devil gets a break once in a while.

Ring

I picked up the phone, listening to the female on the other side sobbing. What is it about crying that turns me on so much? Thomas Anderson died minutes before she called. That is the very moment that my testicles exploded down the throat of this little bitch on the floor, drowning her in unimaginable amounts of cum.

“He was a good man,” I grunted, my hips lifting to make sure she didn’t miss a drop. The conversation short and sweet. I finally allowed Jamison to raise her head, pushing her back on the floor with the palm of my hand. I stood and shoved my now limp dick back in my pants, walking off without a word. If she was going to live with me, Jamison needs to know her place on the food chain around here. She is a hole for me to use, and that’s it—nothing more, nothing less.

With a smile on my face, I made another call to my wife—this time to tell her about her father. I knew I would reach voicemail, and that was just what I wanted.

“Hello, Haven. I’ve called to tell you your father is dead. Yes, you killed him with your selfish act of defiance. I think his last words to me were that his daughter has disgraced the family name and that he. Well, that’s where the conversation stopped,” I said, lying to Haven. “I will file for divorce after the proper mourning time, and the company is transferred into my name upon his death. Good job, Haven. You killed your Daddy,” laughing as I hung the phone up. That is the last call I will make to that bitch.

“Jamison,” calling out, “I am going to the office. Haven’s father died, and I need to get things settled. Move your shit out of my room and back into the guest room. I have no need for you in my bed.”

My drive to the office was one of the most pleasant ones ever. I rolled the windows down and turned the music up. It’s time to rejoice. Yes, this is the best day of my entire life. During the trip, I called an emergency meeting with the Board of Directors. It’s only fitting that I am the one to deliver the horrible news about their beloved Thomas Anderson.

An hour later, with everyone settled into the conference room, I broke the news that would shock all of them.

“I received a call an hour ago that Thomas suffered a massive heart attack and did not survive,” I said, clearing my throat as though I was caught up in emotions. “I know this comes as a shock to us all, but I also was told he did not suffer and went peacefully,” I added.

The shock and awe forced all speechless, some of them breaking down in tears. Giving any other situation, I might have a little compassion, but not now. Not after Haven ran away and left me with no other choice but to take hold of the company and run it to the best of my abilities.

“As we all know, Thomas left his shares of the company to me, and I will be meeting with the Lawyers after the funeral,” I said, my hand placed on my chest, “I’m sorry, Gentlemen, this is heartbreaking. He was such a wonderful man and father-in-law.”

As the meeting ended, we all shook hands, sharing stories of Thomas. Most of the board asking me to send their condolences to Haven. I didn’t bother to explain to anyone about her disappearance. There is no need to cause alarm or speculation this close to the passing. I will give them all the message that she is resting comfortably and under a doctor’s care. All I hope for is that she finds herself alone and begging to return. Of course, that will never happen. She is not welcome back in my home.

On the way back to the house, I make one last call. I am enjoying this far too much.

“Maria, you’re fired. Please pick up your things and get them out of my house. I found out today that you’ve been fucking my wife. I will have a check waiting for you,” I said.

Hysterical, Maria begged for her job, but to no avail, the only thing she heard was the dial tone of the phone. Now to get rid of Jamison and my life will be perfect. What started as a bad day suddenly has a rainbow at the end. Maybe God does like me after all.

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