Their Submissive Assistant

Do not make me repeat myself

MICAGE

I placed my arm over the couch while Susan ran her tongue over my d**k. I was pretty sure she was trying to catch her breath from gargling my d**k for the last several minutes but I wasn't complaining.

It was impossible to complain when you had a tongue like hers, swirling around your cap and driving you to the edge of insanity.

"f**k!" I gritted, shutting my eyes as she sucked on my tip, licking it like a lollipop and making pop sounds.

I groaned, gritting my teeth and holding fast in the couch. I was seconds away from emptying my load in her mouth.

It seemed like Susan got the memo because she immediately got back to work, blowing me out of my mind as I worked my way to ecstasy.

Right at the last moment, I let out a husky groan and flashes of the girl from earlier returned to my mind, giving me the final push I needed to unleash my seed into her mouth.

It wasn't the first time I was coming in a woman's mouth, neither was it the first time I was getting a blowjob, however, it was the first time I'd come with such intensity.

Susan swallowed my seed, spurts of white substance shooting into her mouth while I reeled from the satisfaction, picturing the girl from earlier.

My eyes flew open at the realization of the fact I was coming at the thought of a random beautiful girl who caught me getting a blowjob after Jada left the party.

That was all shades of messed up.

In my normal fashion, I got up from the couch, my junk hanging in an half erect state as I flipped over Susan, guiding her in the position I wanted.

"Hold on tight." I murmured, guiding my d**k into her butt hole, while she held on to the couch doggy style.

The next several minutes consisted of me wrecking hell on her arse and banging her with the sturdiness of a stallion while she cried with reckless abandon.

It wasn't difficult getting her to crumble under my touch. I'd done through this motion enough to be able to bring every girl to her knees.

Using my fingers, I worked her p***y hole, giving her a double penetration with one singular goal in mind - to get her to her desired haven, writhing with a pleasure only I could give.

The louder she cried, the tighter her cunt became, which told me I was well on my way to achieving my goal.

I doubled my efforts, fingering her in toe curling circles while I f****d her arse like a deranged beast, a clear picture of the girl from before slipping into my mind.

I wondered what I'd be like to f**k her too. To have her writhe under me as I showed her the gates of heaven and hell.

The picture of her pouty lips hanging open at the sight of me getting a blowjob twisted something within me.

She had been excited, curious, shocked even. I wondered if she had someone screwing her crazy. Someone man enough to put those lips to good use and give her a good f**k afterwards.

Something that would wreck her yet leave her wanting more. Susan's loud cries as she came apart on my fingers snapped me out of my thoughts.

I'd once again been distracted by the thought of that random woman. I stepped away from Susan, deciding to clean up myself when she held me by the arm.

"Still excited, are we?" She asked with a low tone, a radiant expression on her face as she stared at my erect member.

"Not really." I state, knowing my erection had nothing to do with her. "Clean up and leave."

"But-"

"Do not make me repeat myself." I hissed, hating to be disturbed.

Susan swallowed, her mouth snapping shut as she remembered her place. My relationship with Susan was purely physical. Just as my relationship with other girls on my payroll.

It was a mutually beneficial exploration I was bent on keeping. The last thing I needed was another stripper girl losing track of her place like Jada.

Which was why outside our playtime, I had no obligation to play nice to them. I couldn't have them thinking they were more than they were.

I walked into the bathroom in the special room, and helped myself with the self inflicted erection.

After what felt like an hour of manually trying to get myself off, I decided to let the one who started it finish off what she started.

I shut my eyes, picturing the long legs, straight hair and pouty lips from earlier, just like that, my senses spiraled and my breath eluded me.

In a matter of minutes, I was breathing hard, spluttering my seed to the bathroom wall, and wondering how the hell a girl I barely knew could have such hold on me.

By the time I came out, the room was empty and Susan was gone. I wasn't surprised given it was part of the deal.

Susan was an X-Rated stripper who had caught my eyes on the very first day I watched her perform.

Compared to Jade, who had clear white skin, a sexy body and forehand knowledge of how to bring a man to his knees on bed, Susan was different.

She was new to the night industry and I was happy when she accepted my offer to show her the dark sides of desire, passion a few months ago.

Despite being the owner of X-Rated, I tried my best not to mix business with pleasure, which was why every relationship I had with the girls was documented, and clearly defined.

I had a long time ago severed every lead that could track back the establishment of X-Rated to me and let my friend, Xander manage the business and its complexities.

That did not mean I was not a part of the runnings of the business, I just wasn't at the forefront of it, which afforded me the luxury to pursue other passions and explore my sexuality with the girls.

Soon enough, I was dressed in a black tuxedo, and walked out of the happy room right on time to see Xander's office burst open.

I sucked in a breath as I watched the girl from earlier walk out of the office with Xander right beside her as they headed to opposite direction, towards a room I knew too well.