When the Last One Falls

Chapter 4

Brantley~

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.