Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 3

CHAD

May 8th 2018

"Fuck yeah." I groan with pleasure. 

I look down and admire the plump red coated lips wrapped around my cock, sucking the dear life out of me. 

I run my fingers through her dirty blonde hair and pump into her faster. "Suck me, dry baby."

I throw my head back, closing my eyes, trying my hardest not to bust my nut in her mouth.  I plan on finishing deep inside her tight little ass. Lisa's gorgeous face pops in my head and the need to cum consumes me. I pull out of her mouth with a loud pop leaving her lips, she looks up at me with her puppy dog eyes, batting the shit outta her dusty ass fake lashes. I help her to her feet, spin her around, and bend her over my desk. Lifting her skirt, I spit on my finger and insert it right in her ring of glory. She meows with pleasure. 

"You like that, baby?" I thrust faster.

"Fuck yes!" She spreads her legs further apart. "Fuck me, I'm ready." She begs.

I slap her ass, admiring the slight jiggle it displays, I do it again, and my balls feel heavy, rising and stiffening

I remove my finger, spit on my dick, lathering it nicely with my all nat-ur-al lubricant. Her head turns and she looks at me, her eyes are filled with pure need. I take my cock in my hand and line it up, with one hard thrust, I'm in balls deep. 

"Fuck!" She cries out. "You're gonna rip me a new fucking asshole you prick." 

I pull out and drive into her again, and again, and..again. 

"Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop." I grit out. 

"I fucking want it!" She squeals. 

I run my hand up her spine, and wrap her hair around my hand, yanking her head back as far as it will go.

"How much do you want this job?" I ground out on the verge of cuming.

"Badly, I want this job so.. Fucking much." 

I give her three of my biggest, yet finest thrusts and cum hard. I stand behind her, panting, waiting for my dick to soften and I pull out. Keeping my eyes firmly where we connect, thoroughly enjoying the view of my cum slowly seeping out of her.

"Clean me.' I command her.

And like a good little whore, she gets on her knees and licks my dick clean. I pull up my jeans and wait for her to slip on her underwear. When she's done I walk her to the door. 

"I'll call you." I lie. 

A smile graces her face and she nods with excitement. I don't plan on calling her back. Her voice is too high pitched and her asshole too loose for my liking. I like to test drive my girls first before I put them in my line for work. I can't afford to not have the best in my house. Especially when I advertise my girls as premium specialties. I exit my office, in need of a well-deserved beer. I look to my right and that's when I see Amar fucking Diamandis walking through my hall, looking every bit of a Greek god he manifests. I'm gobsmacked, fucking speechless! Never in my years would I ever believe that he would grace my house with his presence.  In MY house, to get his dick wet. He walks past me whistling.

That's a good sign ain't it?

I watch him exit the house and the need to do a happy dance consumes me. I stand there and shimmy my white ass. 

Fuck yeah! 

I make my way to the bar and pour myself a Bourbon to celebrate. If he had a good time I'm hoping next time he'll bring some rich mates with him. 

"Who did Amar Diamandis visit?" I ask Lisa. 

She looks at the log, and her eyes momentarily pop out of their sockets. 

"Mal." She says trying to contain the shock, surprise out of her voice. 

"Mal?" I ask her, in case I heard wrong. 

"Yes. Mal." She scoffs. 

"Ha!" I take a sip of my drink.

"He's requested to see her again tomorrow morning at the exact same time." She shows me the log list. 

"What the fuck does his power money-driven ass want with our little Mal?" I say deep in thought. 

"I wouldn't have a clue boss," Lisa answered. 

"YINA!" I yell at the top of my lungs. 

"Fetch her now." I looked at Lisa and ordered.

"YOU STUPID FUCKING CRAZY BITCH!" A deep voice yells. 

I walk out from behind the bar and see some fuckwit running out with his balls in his hands. 

"I'm not paying for that fucking whore." He glares at me. 

"What whore." I glare back

"Maddie! I ain't paying shit for her. Crazy bitch uppercut my fucking balls! What the fuck am I meant to tell my wife when she asks why they're in my hand at the dinner table in front of my bratty kids?" Pain coats his words.

"Fucking tell her the truth." I smile at him. 

I don't fucking know, it ain't my fucking mess to sort out. Fuckers don't pay us to sort their troubled home issues out.