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'Whores like you'

Author: Aaron Chiwaala
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Water from the shower gushed down- much to the satisfaction of Mia who stood beneath.

This was barely forty hours after she had intercourse with Amad, Corinth's driver. It was never in her script to sleep him, but he sure gave her the satisfaction only word could afford. Let's just say, he understood the assignment and he delivered!

After a good measure of minutes beneath the cold sprinkling water, she turned the shower off and reached for the towel.

With quick hands, she dried herself up and marched out of the bathroom. Her walk to the bedroom was brought to a quick and startled stop as as she saw a naked figure of a man on the bed.

It was Amad.

His hairly and muscular body laid on the bed. His eyes gazed erotically at Mia, while his right hand gently rolled up and down his erected penis. The veins that decorated it were testament to his burning desire to have another go with Mia.

Mia froze in disbelief.

She was dumbfounded. She grew cold feet. Confusion took centre stage in head.

"Are you going to stand there?" Amad spoke amid heavy breaths. "I need you."

"What the fuck!?" Mia retorted angrily while covering her nakedness with the towel. "What the hell are you doing here? Who gave you the audacity to be naked in my bed?"

"Oh, you wanna act up now," Amad responded sitting up. "I thought you were the one who was begging me to fuck you just a day or so ago. What changed?"

"Get up!" She voiced out in anger. "Up, I say. Dress up and leave this place at once."

Amad stood up. His face flashed with half a smile. The kind that the devil would wear as he lures his victims to lustful temptations.

Amad walked around the bed and slowly motioned towards Amad.

"I ain't stupid, Mia," he said. "You can't just use and dump me like some asset."

Mia stood her ground. She didn't even move an inch backwards.

"What do you want?" She inquired.

"I want you. Until I say it's over," he chuckled devilishly. "There's no backing out. Last time we had sex, you called the shots, it's now my turn to call the shots."

"No," She shook her head vehemently. "We had our moment, Amad. Let it not get to you."

"Not until I say so," he declined. "Not until I have a fill of you."

Mia was somewhat stuck between a hard place and rock. She knew full well that the odds of getting out of this predicament without being fucked were next to zero. But it was this slim chance that she banked on.

"I'll tell Corinth about this," She threatened. "If you touch even a single hair on head."

Amad chuckled heartily. He advanced and stood right before her. His dick was hard and pointy. It throbbed as blood rushed through his veins.

"The worst that can happen to me is getting fired," He announced. "That son of the bitch will fire me. But do you know what Corinth does to whores like you?"

Mia sunk in silence. Although she seemed calm and composed, she raced in her mind trying to knit up answers and mount her defence.

"Do you know what he will do to you, if you finds out you've been fucking with me? Huh?" he charged verbally. "Do you?!"

Mia was defenseless. She couldn't think of anything. Silence swept in. But it was not for long.

"Don't fuck with me," Amad placed a stern demand. "You'll do as I say."

He reached for the towel and pulled it off her waist.

Mia nakedness was exposed again.

Amad's strong hand shot out like a spring and he grabbed Mia by the neck. And, in a gif, he effortlessly pulled her closer to himself.

"Now you listen to me you little slut," Amad continued after securing Mia in his grip. "You're now my slave. A sex slave. I do whatever I want, whenever I want with you. You better shape up to my demands or I'll strangle you to death. Do you understand me?"

Mia nodded her head in fear.

"Good," Amad whispered with half a smile masking his face. "Now, get on your knees and suck that dick."

Mia, with gnashed teeth and fear- stricken countenance, strove to remain on her feet. She was resolute to talk him out of this.

"Amad," Mia voiced out shakingly. "Please... at least lets talk about this. Please."

Amad's grip on Mia's neck fastened as he pressed her naked figure down. "You will do as I say. You will suck my fucking dick. You willl ride me. I will fuck you hard and slow. I will cum in you. Maybe then, we can talk."

Mia's groaned and struggled for breath as she cringed in pain and hopelessness. Her body succumbed to the press that Amad exerted on her. Amad, without an ounce of empathy in his heart thrust her to the bathroom floor. Mia fell helplessly.

"On your knees bitch!" He demanded as he charged forward. His dick was still hard as a bone. His red eyes burnt with a with desire to copulate with Mia and deposit his sperms in her. "On your knees!"

Mia slouched up and took to her knees. Her eyes starred at his hard flesh that throbbed in anticipation for a special treatment.

Disgusted by her hesitation, Amad grabbed Mia by the hair and positioned her mouth by his dick, "Suck that dick, Suck it!"

Mia's eyes welled with tears as her face wrinkled up in pain and helplessness. Heavy breaths of exhaustion and hopelessness escaped her mouth as she slowly opened her mouth. Amad, on the other end positioned his erected penis for a smooth entry into Mia's mouth.

Suddenly, Amad freed Mia's hair. His hands sprung up in the air, while his eyes gaped wide. A gun was pointed at the back of his head.

"I hope you didn't take viagra," The Gunny voiced out, "because it's gonna be a long day."

....

Aaron Chiwaala

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