Page 5 of The Filth Kings

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Mr. Decebal. Fine as hell, with a beautiful ass big dick that spits out loads of cum. My only dream is to feel you deep inside of me. Can my pussy be a place to dump in all day? Mr. Herringbone says?—”

“Less talking, I think you’re done now.” I sat up to reach for my cigarette.

I loved filthy words spilling from a beautiful woman’s lips. Deliyah was one of the women that Mr. Herringbone called on last minute for me when I wasn’t satisfied with the ones he sent to me.

“May I continue to suck your dick, Mr. Decebal?” She batted her extravagant lashes my way.

I nodded my head then leaned back in my office chair.Might as well,I thought, thumping the top of my cigarette on the side of her head, not caring where the ashes landed as long as it wasn’t on my carpet. I needed new women, my condition seemed to worsen as the days went on. The process that I had set in place for the women that came to live on my estate for months were very strict.

The boatloads of nut that came out of me every couple of hours couldn’t fit inside of a condom. I had about four women living on the left wing of my home. They had to be tested once every two weeks, and I only enjoyed one out of all of them to fuck. I loved the feel of pussy, especially the kind that made me feel alive once sliding inside. I had a condition called hyperspermia. I ejaculated an excessive amount of nut, and the longer I went without nutting, the more painful it became when I finally did get to release.

I got head at least six times a day, sometimes more. Most men would call me lucky, but after a while, this shit felt like a duty. I was far disconnected from the intimacy of sex and a lot of other things.

“Gee-willakers!!!” Mr. Herringbone stomped in my office, disrupting the very peace that I was trying to hold on to.

“It’s ten a.m!” He hissed.

Mr. Herringbone struggled to yank his handkerchief from his pants pocket. All of his suits fit him too tight, he reminded me of the character Lefou from the movieBeauty and the Beast. Herringbone was short, big, and sloppy. I never liked him standing too close to me because his body odor was pungent. Mr. Herringbone was a lot of things. I could start with him being a hoarder of sex dolls.

His pale skin was always pasty and sweaty like he ran a fuckin’’ marathon. His mere presence agitated me, yet I kept him for over a decade since he was good at the many hats he presented. He was my financial advisor, and one of the best lawyers that got paid well to keep the feds, along with Arksville police, out of my hairs.

“Goodness, tell her to stop! I just can’t…Ahhh!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, releasing a loud fart as Monster emerged from the shadows of my office.

“He-hey, Mon-Mon.” Mr. Herringbone forced himself to smile.

Monster was a menace to any society; he sneered at Mr. Herringbone, causing the sixty-year-old Caucasian man to tremble in his overworn dress shoes. Monster was a giant, at least close to seven feet. I was six foot eight, and I still had to look up when standing toe to toe with Monster. He was as black as the color with no signs of emotions ever etched on his face.

Monster nodded his head and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him. Before Herringbone could utter any words, I held my hand up to stop him. I refused to allow him to ruin this moment for me. Since I released my first nut down Deliyah’s throat, this second round started to feel good. Mr. Herringbone needed to make a decision in this moment because decency was something that I knew nothing of.

I lived my life however I decided to live it. He cared more about my reputation than I did. Being a man of few words, one that didn’t give a fuck about what society deemed as acceptable. I craved power, control, and respect. I was once weak and frail when I was a young boy. Now, I knew that I could make the toughest man in any room crumble right before my eyes. I could also make the most well reserved woman, unravel and submit, but that was something I didn’t too much yearn for. If Mr. Herringbone felt any ounce of being uncomfortable in this very moment, then he was free to wait out in the hallway until I got mines off.

Deliyah suckled my dick back into her mouth. Taking it to the back of her throat, she started to breathe through her nose. She bobbed her head as she slid her tongue up my shaft. Pulling away from my dick, she let spit hang from her plump lips to the tip of my dick.

Thrusting my hips as she stroked down on my shaft, Mr. Herringbone sucked in a deep breath.

“Your father wants you to unalive someone! She’s bringing the wrong type of attention to the Decebal name.” Mr. Herringbone’s words sounded like nails to a chalkboard.

I hated hearing the word ‘father’ because mine was anything but that to me. I knew I was a fucked up individual when all of his wrongs became right in my mind. I loved the old bastard and was all he had; he was the only person that wanted me since a kid. For that, he had my respect and love, and over the years, I distanced myself from Impurity. His darkest desires were more disturbing than mine. He practically ran a cult in Arkville, going overboard with torture and a bunch of other bullshit that I no longer wanted to witness or be a part of.

“Get up and go.” I snatched my dick from Deliyah’s mouth.

I didn’t bother with looking at her, I knew her face was etched in disappointment. She enjoyed sucking my dick more than I enjoyed feeling it.

“You are on a roll today.” I shook my head at Mr. Herringbone, watching him turn beet red in the face.

He realized the severity of the words that just left his mouth in front of Deliyah. I pondered about the way that I wanted to go about punishing him. I could force Deliyah to her knees in front of him, while I slit her throat from ear to ear. I really wasn’t in the mood to make a mess today, and I didn’t want blood all over my hands, so I decided that my nine-millimeter would get the job done.

“Deliyah.” I called out to her.

She turned on her heels fast with hopeful eyes. My eyes roamed up and down her curvy frame. I stopped at her lips and shook my head.

“What a fucking waste.” I mumbled underneath my breath.

“Mr. Herringbone wants to apologize to you, go ahead, Herringbone.” I nodded my head for him to speak.

Mr. Herringbone’s round face flushed as he turned awkwardly toward Deliyah, who was now visibly confused.

“I—I’m sorry.” He stammered; his voice cracked as he probably avoided her gaze from his guilty conscious.

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