4. Brantley
B rantley~
My fist tightened in her red hair as I pushed her head further down my dick.
We were supposed to be in an environmental proposition meeting, but her mouth on my dick had been the real purpose behind her visit.
Again, the service that I employed to relieve my stress knew what they were about, and whenever I scheduled one of their working girls, they always sent her over under the guise of a professional businesswoman, working for a legitimate business.
If my assistant suspected who and what they were, he’d hadn’t ever uttered a word about it.
It was fucking perfect.
I usually also only gave my appointments one hour because I was fucking busy all the fucking time.
In fact, I had a lunch meeting after this, one that Magnus and Onyx were going to join me for.
We had an opportunity to snatch a potential business deal right out of Cormac’s hands, and I intended to make sure that we succeeded.
“Keep gagging on that dick, sweetheart,” I ordered as she pretended to struggle to breathe.
Now, while I did have a big dick, this woman was a pro, so the struggle was all an act; something to appease my male fragile ego.
Little did she know that my ego wasn’t fragile.
I had passable looks, mountains of money, enough confidence to fill the Pacific Ocean, and a dick bigger than was average.
So, yeah, I had no problems with my ego.
Still, this was her job, and part of her job was to make sure that her clients felt like sexual kings whenever she was with them.
Obviously, I had nothing against whores, but a man had to be stupid as fuck if he thought that all of their moans and cries for mercy were genuine.
If she was new to the game, then maybe they were genuine, but that newness didn’t last long.
“Suck that dick, honey,” I ordered. “Make me cum like the professional you are.”
The fake gagging stopped as ‘Cherry’ paused the dramatics, then concentrated on her skills as a deep-throater. As soon as the tip of my cock slid down the back of her throat, my head dropped back on my chair, then I closed my eyes, letting her work my dick with her hot, wet, talented mouth.
Though nothing felt as spectacular as a tight, soft, warm, wet pussy, what man didn’t appreciate the selflessness of a blowjob.
The woman did all the work, and if she swallowed, then there was nothing to clean up afterwards.
Blowjobs were the perfect way to end a stressful day, and if I could get one without some female bitching about the kids, the house, or the in-laws afterwards, even better.
As I felt that tingle begin in the base of my spine, I did the gentlemanly thing and warned Cherry that I was close. “Don’t stop now, I’m about to cum down that sweet throat of yours.”
Cherry tapped my thigh, and having had her service me before, I knew what that meant.
My fist twisted in her hair, pulling it painfully, then I started to fuck her mouth from beneath her head.
My hips slammed upwards as I pushed her face down in my lap, and the rougher that I got, the more painfully deep her nails dug into the muscles of my thighs.
Soon, I was grunting out my release, and she was swallowing it up like she’d been paid to do. Savoring every drop, she paused her breathing to make sure that she left me as clean as a whistle. Cherry didn’t stop until my dick started to soften and everything had been licked to perfection.
I stood up, stuffed my dick back in my pants, then helped her up off the carpet.
She offered me a quick smile before heading towards the connecting restroom, already knowing her way.
I watched her hips sway with feminine confidence, and even though she’d done a fantastic job of getting me off, I knew that I needed to get laid, and I needed to get laid soon.
I hadn’t taken a day off in over three months, and it was time.
I needed one night to lose myself in some tight pussy, then I could get back to real life.
When Cherry exited the restroom, she looked just as immaculate as she’d had walking into my office an hour ago. Not a hair out of place, and her lipstick looked perfect. Looking at her, no one would suspect a thing.
“It was good seeing you again, Brantley,” she said.
“Let me walk you out,” I offered, and we both knew that it wasn’t because I was a gentleman.
It would look odd if I didn’t walk her to the door because I walked all my meetings to the door, even the men.
So, if I wanted to keep flying under the radar, I had to treat Cherry with the same level of respect.
When we got to the door, she turned around, batted those pretty blue eyes up at me, then said, “Just to let you know, I started taking it up the ass a few weeks ago. So, if you’re interested in more than just my mouth, I’m full service now.”
Gotta love an honest businesswoman.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied as I opened the door for her.
We had just finished shaking hands when Onyx and Magnus came walking out of the elevator. Magnus gave me a knowing smile, but Onyx just kept walking, letting himself into my office. They knew what I did, but they didn’t judge me for it because they were just as bad as I was.
Once we were all behind the closed doors to my office, Magnus asked, “Will we all be doing business with that pretty lass?”
“She’s with the agency,” I informed him, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Though Magnus was married, he wasn’t faithful.
At six-foot-one with dark blonde hair, green eyes, a physique that saw the gym regularly, and more money than he could spend, women flocked to Magnus like moths to a flame.
The dude was charming as fuck, and no one cared that he was married. Granted, neither did his wife.
Fresh out of college, Magnus had made the mistake of getting Kristy Lawson pregnant, so he’d done the right thing by her, even though they’d only been fucking for a handful of weeks.
Things had seemed to be going well enough until she’d had a ‘miscarriage’, blaming all his long hours of work for the stress that she had suffered.
Determined to make things work, Magnus had nearly killed himself balancing work with Kristy’s demands, and when he’d finally had to make a choice, he’d done it after finding her in bed with some random fuckboy.
With divorce the clear choice, Kristy had insisted that his neglect had been the reason behind her unfaithfulness, and Magnus had been too exhausted to care.
For reasons that were his own, he remained married to her, and she lived in France somewhere, staying quiet as long as Magnus continued to finance her expensive lifestyle.
She also had a different guy every other month if her social media posts were anything to go by.
As for Onyx, he was also married, though unlike Magnus’ wife that’d done him the service of leaving him the hell alone, Onyx wasn’t so lucky.
Jewel was the snake that no one had seen coming.
After Onyx had been featured in Forbes as one of the driving forces behind Kingston Industries’ success, women had gone after him with all the finesse of a five-star general.
It hadn’t helped that Onyx was six-foot-two with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and built like an athlete in his prime.
Jewel Walker had been the only one to get past his defenses, luring him in with the fake promises of not being like the rest. Though not deeply in love with the woman, Onyx had liked her well enough, and when she had announced that she was deathly ill with no health insurance to help cure her, Onyx had fallen for the ruse.
As soon as they’d said their vows two years ago, Jewel had miraculously been cured, then had begun going through Onyx’s money like it was a never-ending waterfall of cash.
Six months after seeing her true colors, Onyx had moved out of their penthouse, and he only dealt with her if he had to.
He also didn’t feel bad about cheating on her, either.
He had stopped fucking her regularly as soon as he had moved out, but she still had that glow about her, not even pretending to be married to him in more than name only.
His fuck-up was that he’d hadn’t had her sign a prenup.
Believing that she’d been at death’s door, he’d thought it’d be crass.
I actually felt sorry for the poor guy whenever Jewel made an appearance in his life.
Luckily, it didn’t happen often, though often enough.
Now, while I wasn’t a fan of cheating, I didn’t blame them for seeking their pleasures elsewhere.
Neither marriage had been forged from love, and it wasn’t like their wives were any more faithful.
They were both cold-hearted arrangements born out of the love of money, and it still left me bewildered at why they didn’t just get divorces.
Sure, Onyx stood to lose a lot, but I’d gladly pay the price tag if I thought that he’d accept.
“I might just have to make an appointment with our newest potential business partner,” Magnus said gleefully.
“Well, if you do, you’ll be please to know that she recently started taking it up the ass,” I informed him. “She wanted to share the good news in case I wanted to book her for more.”
“Gotta love a girl that’s open for business in all three of those precious orifices,” Onyx smirked. “I haven’t had a tight piece of ass in too long.”
“I’ll file that under things that I didn’t need to know,” I drawled out.
“Forget pussy,” Magnus said. “We need to get to that lunch early. I hate showing up late.” Magnus had a thing about punctuality.
We really weren’t the kiss-and-tell kind of guys, so I agreed. “Yeah, let’s go. I don’t need any extra bullshit this week.”
“Fucking Beau,” they both said in unison.
Yeah, fucking Beau.