DADDY - Sex Stories

DADDY

... your signature. And his." Panic grips me, I look to her. A sad smile creeps across her face. "I've done all I can for you, Dave. Money talks, and he wants you more than he wants the quarter mil he's paying for you." Holy shit, that's a lot of money. "I... I don't know." He puts a hand on my shoulder. "You set the limits, I respect them. Promise." I stare into his piercing blue eyes. He hands me a pen. I take it, dazed and fuck-d***k. I bend down to the desk and scribble my signature. He does the same. Mistress takes a copy. He pulls out his chequebook. Mistress turns to me. "Just one last thing before the money's in my hands." He stares at her. "What now?" "I'm hungry." She slips her fingers up into my robe, pulls the tie loose and tugs the robe off me. I stand naked in front of two powerful individuals. My prick twitches to life. Mistress gets down on her knees and kisses my growing cock. "I want you to give me every drop, ok baby?" I nod. "Thank you." She wraps her hands around my ass cheeks and swallows my small cock in one gulp. She sucks on it slow and passionately. She's much better at this than I am. I close my eyes. I hear Sherman scribble the six-figure sum onto a fresh cheque and rip it out of his chequebook. He walks around the desk, in front of me. I open my eyes and look at him. He stares at me, unsmiling. He then grabs Mistress by the head and violently fucks her mouth up and down my cock. He continues to stare at me, emotionless. Mistress moans and chokes. Her ...

... mouth works my cock hard and fast. I feel the pressure building. My balls tighten. I grab hold of the desk. Sherman pushes Mistress' head all the way down on my cock and holds it. I shiver and explode a jet of watery cum into her mouth. My dick pulses with shot after shot. Mistress swallows it all, a professional. Sherman releases her. She licks me clean, then stands and puts her arms around me. "I'll miss you. Go easy on yourself and make sure you respect your limits." "I will." "Promise me, Dave." "I promise." She hugs me tight, then releases me. Sherman hands her the cheque. "So we're good?" She nods. "He's all yours." He smiles for a moment, then brushes past me. "Get dressed and meet me outside." He hurries out the front door. Mistress smiles at me one last time, then gets back to work. I get my clothes from the basement and slip them on. My jeans and polo shirt look dirt cheap in comparison to Sherman's luxurious tailoring. I slip out the front door. A pair of stretch Hummer limousines wait on the street, black and white. Sherman sits at the back of the white one with the window down. He waves me over, but doesn't open the door. "I'm off to HQ. You're riding with Mike." I look up at the other limo. A tall muscular black man pulls the rear door open. I smile at Sherman, try to act cute. "I'm not riding with you?" "You better watch your shit coming outta your mouth. You've been getting pretty sloppy with giving me my respect." I lose the smile. "Yes daddy." "Good. You're ...