"What about your wife?" Ren teasingly asked as he rubbed a layer of lube onto his dick. "She's gonna be real mad if she finds out about this."
"Don't worry about her. She's keepin' a fine eye on the both of us," Callahan replied as he turned his head to a wall beside them. Ren followed his gaze and spotted his wife in lingerie sitting in a chair next to the bed. Ren smirked at the woman and winked at her. She winked back at him as he turned to face the burly man in front of him once again.
"Even so, I'm not gonna let you take control that easy," he said as he slipped his hands into his client's underwear and grabbed his hips.
"Not without a fight, at least." Callahan chuckled at this.
"Now why am I prohibited from taking control?" He asked, a playful twinge in his usually monotone voice. "I am the one who hired you. I own you!"
"I'm not so sure about that," Ren challenged as he slowly traced a finger over the doctor's torso before clutching his neck.
"I bet the thought of being filled with my cum drives you fucking crazy," he whispered. He could feel Callahan's muscles getting tense. His plan was working.
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sleight of hand [18+]
Short StoryI laid in wait, draping myself over the couch in my dressing room when suddenly, the phone rang. I reached over the arm of the couch and picked it up. "Renard the man whore, you pay and I spray, how may I help you?" "Hello there," a woman's voice an...