The Whore and the Child

Night came and Mr. Hill finished late from work. He parked outside and waited in the car to rest a bit before going in into his penthouse. On his way out he was greeted in by Lizzie who was dressed in the finest and sexiest night gown. It was transparent revealing her skin and private area. “Get back in the BMW,” she lusciously said using one hand to push Mr. Hill slowly back into the car. She opened the back seat door, sat him down, undressed his trousers and slid them down over his hips to his ankles. He took off her night gown, put it aside and slid two fingers into her pussy. The scent and sounds of Lizzie’s moaning filled the car. As she lowered her head towards his stiff prick, he could feel her hot breath against the tip. She cupped his balls and gently, yet firmly squeezed them. He almost jumped out of the car when she put her mouth over the head and began to suck. Her tongue slid slowly up and down the shaft of his prick.

After four or so intense stimulations, he was about cum and she stopped for a moment then Mr. Hill slid his fingers deep into her pussy.

She whispered "I’m gonna make you cum again." Mr. Hill then raised his ass from the seat a little, lifted his hips and pushed against her face.

His fingers began to move in and out her soaking wet pussy in a fast rhythm. “Fuck!!!! I’m gonna fucking cum!!!” Lizzie screamed. He arched his back as the orgasm consumed him. His body went rigid as his prick pulsed and he came. With each spasm, his body jerked and his cum flooded into her hot wet mouth. She kept her mouth on him until he no longer felt the need to jerk in her mouth. When he stopped moaning, she gently let his soft dick slip out of her mouth and looked directly into his eyes.

“Who am I to you?” She asked him lusciously. Then she licked the last dribble off his cock and gently kissed him on the lips. Mr. Hill couldn’t speak, he was wasted. He held her tight for several long minutes and when she backed away, he kissed her forehead, and then the tip of her nose, and then their eyes met.

“Who am I to you Mr. Hill? Why did you buy me out of Papayas strip club?” Lizzie asked again.

“Because I love you.” Mr. Hill said then he turned away from her.

“Then why did you tell your daughter I was your colleague?” Lizzie hid the pain in her voice.

“Because of her mother.” He confessed.

“What happened to her mother?” It became serious toned, so she wore her night gown slowly as she asked Mr. Hill spoke.

"Lizzie, my daughter's mother and I drifted apart due to my relentless focus on my business empire. I became consumed by the pursuit of success, neglecting the very foundation that built my life—my family." Lizzie listened attentively as he continued, recounting missed family dinners, absent birthdays, and the emotional chasm that widened between them. 

“But your daughter seems to love you, why’s that?”

“I gave everything her mother couldn’t give her; money. I used wealth to buy her love.” Mr. Hill confessed sadly.

“Where’s her mother?” Lizzie asked.

Mr. Hill sniveled and like lightening, he switched up his emotions. “Get the fuck away from me, get inside now.”

“Mr. Hill, what’s going on?” Concerned Lizzie asked.

“Get the fuck away from me, now!” He yelled.

Lizzie got scared, she immediately adjusted her dress and left Mr. Hill’s BMW. When she left Mr. Hill screamed and mumbled his wife’s name, “Eleanor,”

The next day at Mr. Biggs bar and restaurant, Delacy sat across from Mike in a corner of the restaurant. “Mike, thanks for meeting me. I've been curious about why Mr. Hill let you go. What really happened?” Delacy inquired.

Mike sighed, “Delacy, it's a mess. Mr. Hill found out about an encounter I had with a prostitute. He got sentimental over it and decided I had to go.”

Delacy's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “That seems rather extreme for a professional matter. Is there more to this?”

Mike nodded, his voice lowering, “Apparently, Mr. Hill developed feelings for her, and when he found out about my interaction, he felt I ‘abused’ her.”

Delacy took a moment to absorb the information, her mind working to connect the dots, “So, it's not just about professional matters. It's personal for Mr. Hill.”

“Exactly, I just think it’s ridiculous that he’d fire me on that bases. I mean, she’s a fucking whore.” 

Delacy leaned back, contemplating the situation, “This puts things in a different light then.”

Mike hesitated before asking, “Any talks on who might be replacing me?”

“No official announcement yet, but I’m sure he’s thinking about it.” Delacy responded. 

“Delacy please, you know I love my job and I carried out my responsibilities judiciously, I have no place to go. Please help me out sister.” He pleaded.

Delacy nodded, her mind already formulating a plan, “I’ll see what I can come up with. For now, get a wife and leave whores alone.” 

They were both on their way out when Mike received a call, “Oh shit,” he said as he excused himself from his sister to take the call.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said said softly. “Hey, I'm sorry about the other night. I got carried away and didn't mean to hurt you.”

“It's ok, it was fun and I enjoyed it. But my ass is still a little sore from your spanking.” Said the girl on the phone.

“I'm sorry, I was just so turned on by you. You are so sexy and cute. And the way you took my spanking and fingering made me want to do more to you.”

“Well, we can talk about it when we see each other again.”

“You’re back to the city?” Mike asked surprised.

“Yeah, I’ve been at my dad’s penthouse for the past two days.” 

“Okay Alexis, I'm free tonight if you want to hang out.”

“Sounds good, l'I text you later.” Alexis said then she ended the call.

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“Who were you on a call with?” Mr. Hill asked his daughter.

“A friend, from school…” she lied.