Page 11 of Craved By Lust

My Cherry Cake : Frank you are too much

My Cherry Cake : Oh! Can I get a picture for your contact?

Frankie : Yeah but you have to send me one as well

My Cherry Cake : damn… I walked right into that huh?

Frankie : you did but I’m not going to complain when I’m going to have the hottest girl in the world, picture in my phone

My Cherry Cake : God, you do wonders for my confidence. All girls need a friend like you Frank

Friend… for fucks sake… I can’t believe I’ve stooped this low for pussy… even if it’s pierced.I sneer at my phone, mood souring, but the moment I look back down at the screen my nuts tighten and I have to wipe the drool from my mouth when her picture comes through. My baby in all black, braids in her hair, staring at the screen as if she’s begging me to fuck her…Yup… I’ll defiantly be beating my dick to this later.

In return I scroll through my phone and searching the countless fucked up pictures I have of myself that I use for advertising. Some nude, in a motorcycle helmet, some in a Scream mask,a lot ofwomen really love getting fucked while feeling like I’m going to murder them when it’s the pussy I’m trying to kill but I digress.

My baby seems to have an aversion to guys right now.Smart girl.And she doesn’t seem to be looking for anything sexual or romantic with a guy so sending her a picture of myself as a guy would put her off and might even potentially make her distance herself from me…Nope not willing to risk it.

I settle on a picture of me dressed sort of like I was when I first met her, a prissy little adorable thing who she would be quick to let her guard down with, sunshine and bubbles…this will make my life easier.I send it off and put my phone into my dress ready to leave.

“I’ll pay double… no… triple! Name the price. I… I want you. I’ve never felt this way and had such a perfect scene.” She tries to stand on wobbly legs, but she falls over, crawling to her seat, snatching up her custom Birkin bag, eagerly pulling out my fee of forty thousand dollars in four stacks of hundreds wrapped in ten thousand bands, handing it to me. “Please, I’ll pay any price, just name it,” she pleads as she whips out her wallet, flipping to her checkbook. “What do you want? Sixty? One hundred? I?—”

I cut my eyes to her and flip her expensive oakwood table with one hand, making her shut the fuck up and melt into a puddle on the floor at my feet, bowing on her hands and knees.

“P-please… I’m b-begging, Ineedit,” she whimpers desperately and I check the time before stepping over her.

“Yeah, you and every other bitch on my roster. Like I said, check my schedule,” I mutter to her one last time before I walk out and shut the door to her multi-million dollar house she shared with her billionaire tech husband and family but now it’s all hers. I’ve no doubt she’ll call someone and collect that insurance many and become even more insufferable to me.Fuck…

When I get into my car, I reach for my meds and pop them without water, then go for my blunt on the dash but shit… Jessica texted me earlier that she hates smokers…fuck…

I look around my car and see that one of the idiots left a pack of cough drops here.Assholes… I told them to stop leaving shit in my…fuck it! I quickly reach behind, snatch it up, rip the pack open, unwrapping one and popping it into my mouth.Mmm!

I open our family register, type in my code, mark this job complete, and get a notification that five million has been wired to my account. Throwing the phone in the seat next to me, I press the start button and speed off away from the expensive, exclusive neighborhood where only billionaires and mega CEOs quietly live, knowing I’ll be back to fuck more than a few of their wives and married daughters.

But I don’t get too far before I get a call on my phone. I almost don’t answer, but I see it’s my assistant, Tony, who manages my roster over at Pleasure Palace.

“What’s up?” I mutter

“How did the session go, Boss?” Tony asks as I pull out another cough drop and pop into my mouth.Fuck, I need a smoke.

“How do you think?” I snort.

“Yeah, I don’t even know why I asked,” he sighs. “Actually, before I called, I just got a bid for a slot in two days for a couple hundred grand. That must be the mommy kink lady you just left, right?”

“Yup. Decline her,” I grunt as I turn at the light, and he groans.

“Fine, if you say so, but why? It’s easy money, and you always hop on that, Boss. Did you not like her?”

“She’s too clingy already.” I crack my neck, not wanting to bother with that. I need to focus on my girl.

“They arealwaysclingy, Boss.” He’s right, but I don’t want the hassle, especially since this one has dealings with my family. The look of pleasure in her eyes and how tight her pussy got as I fucked her next to her dead husband…yeah, if I keep up with that one, she’ll be a problem.

“More than that, what’s my schedule looking like?” I mindlessly ask, making the drive to my parent’s house.

“It’s booked up, as usual. Why, is something wrong?”

“Damn, I thought so,” I huff.

“But seriously, Boss, what the fuck kind of sauce are you giving these women to keep them coming back and doing bidding wars like this? The second she got declined, she just raised her offer, and now another one is going against her for the same slot,” he marvels in disbelief, and I shrug.

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