"Welcome to Sweet Haven.” The receptionist sweetly greeted the arriving guests by the entrance desk.“I made my reservations, right?” The man asked, looking tired and needing booze. He is just at the right place to be in, right now. His favorite spot to hang out when he is drowning in work-related stress and fatigue.“Of course. We have kept the VIP room reserved for you, Mister Vero.” The lady receptionist answered with her sweet smile never fading. Mister Vero is one of their employer’s close friends. Aside from that, he is never rude. Although he isn’t friendly or flirty either, he is still respectable. No one has ever complained about serving him. As a front desk receptionist, she was just supposed to stay on her post, but she would always stand elegantly from her seat to personally guide the guest towards his booth when it comes to this VIP. “Please make yourself comfortable. I will send our new service girl to assist you very shortly.”The guy nodded as he sat on the black leathe
The girl wasn’t surprised to hear the customer’s second order, for they are well briefed on this service job they have applied for. Denny didn’t want to wait too long whenever he would be here for relaxation so he declared his usual order to be given to him when he asks for it. It only changes when he is with some clients or with someone else to have fun here. They will have to order what they like, and he would most likely get whatever they have. But when he is alone like this, he would ask for his usual order. Denny Vero is from a well-respected family in the country. His parents are from generations of Medical practitioners and business people. His siblings are also with them. He even finished medicine to follow their family tradition, but his heart isn’t into it. He did well in his studies, and it was one of his goals to satisfy his parents with an impressive certificate. He was well praised. Being the youngest, his parents were even more proud of him, to the extent of almost pa
“F-----fuck!” Denny grunted. His head felt limp, falling backward to lean on the backrest of the couch. Denny felt all his stress of the day leave his tired body and mind as he floats in the ecstasy of her service. He didn’t have to tell her what to do. He felt like every move of hers was what his body just needed. She is new, but she knew just how to take his soul away from his tired and stressed body. The client groaned and growled his reactions to her sensual ministrations. And so, when he felt like he was soon to burst out, he asked the girl to sit on his lap. Just right above his cock, rubbing it against her still cloth-cladded pussy. The service girl obediently obliged, honestly, because she felt her legs starting to cramp kneeling for quite a while.Denny started to caress Trisha's breasts as she began to take off her clothes. Her smooth and aromatic skin added fuel to his excitement and urged him to knead her everywhere he can reach and touch. The service girl started moaning
"Baise-moi!!! [Besmwoa] (fuck me) Groaning, he cursed. "Now, come closer. Mon chéri" [Mosheri](Sweetie). He put his drinks on the table and leaned his head on the armrest of the couch, making his body lay flat on it with one of his legs up on the seat while the other was still stepping on the floor. "Sit on my face. I wanna have a taste of that sweet-looking pussy," the man ordered, grunting in extreme arousal. A command Trisha was not sure how to obey. She has never heard those commands in her training. They were trained to please the client, not the receiving end of pleasure. But in fear that her client would be displeased, she did as commanded, reluctantly. But her qualms faded when she felt his warm tongue fervently devouring her aching core. He teased, licked, and sucked everywhere his mouth and lips could reach, even to her butthole. She could feel the intense fervor of his enthusiasm eating her out that she could not help not to make erotic sounds of pleasure. "Ahhhh, ummmm.
“Please what, babe, tell me. Hmmm...?" Denny groaned in between slams of his hips on Trisha. "What do you want, huh?” With all the simulations and teasings they have had, Denny was lost in lust and he now wanted to please her more than anything. He teased the girl more with his slowed thrust. Denny intentionally slid his cock out to rub on her engorged clit, making Trisha jump in ecstasy. It was as if a live wire was touching her with a bearable voltage. It makes her clench, and Denny would stab his shaft back inside her dripping, cock-hungry, and pulsating tight pussy."Tu veux ma bite?"[Chu vu ma bit?] / (You want my cock?) "Plus Rapide?" [Pluyou hwapid] (Faster?)"Ahhh, fffffuck! Yes! Fuck!" Trisha couldn't keep cursing as there were no accurate words to express how she was feeling right now with her client's every teasing move. She couldn't describe it, but his words sound even more seductive to her. Trisha doesn't even have a clue of what on earth her client was talking about, bu
My name is Lucy.A child born out of stupid horny irresponsible man and woman who I never got to know in my struggling 17 years of existence which is up to present. They left me in front of a chapel in a suburb where an elderly nun took me in, gave me for adoption, and now my adoptive parents divorced. None of them wanted to keep me, so I left home. If you can even call their house and family home, they always fight ever since I can remember. The man, my adoptive father, works away from home as a Mine Site Researcher. His job brings him to different places almost all year round. His wife is a businesswoman but a struggling alcoholic. They thought having a child conceived or adopted would change her, but it didn’t. She got more addicted, and it left the husband no choice but to divorce her.I have learned how to survive on my own even though people thought I have a family to raise me. At the young age of thirteen, I have already experienced earning a few bucks. The job was not
“Let’s get started!” I grinned at him. As if what I was going to do was just the usual. Well, for me, it was just another way to add my earnings. I may not be a professional, but I have my own work ethic. I am paid, so I will do my part to serve as expected, not just as required. It is what keeps me being called again and again by my usual clients. Then I remembered something making me stop on my spot. He noticed my actions and stopped, too.“What is it?”Startled as I halted. He walked around to face me and worriedly asked.“I don’t think I know how to do it? I just heard of it from the kids around school and the community, but I have never seen or heard how it is done.” I didn’t know if I should keep the hundred or hand it back to him. I want the money, but I can’t do the job, crazy, right? ‘Grrrrhhhh!’ Inwardly groaning, I closed my eyes and gave him back the hundred.“I can tell you how t
Mr. Benson was struggling to keep his hands behind his head, that he begs me to keep going."Fuck! Fuck! Ffffffucccccck!"He kept cursing. I didn't understand why he would curse so much. I glared at him, but he had his eyes closed that he did not see me giving him a black look. I kept going. "Just like that, baby...Ahhhh." Mister Benson must have thought I was his wife that he even call me baby."Don't stop, don't stop..." He begged, hands almost extending to reach out to me just to pull them back again, clenching his fist. Then pulling his hair. Grabbing the sheet. He must have done everything to keep his hands busy and never touch me."Fuck!!!! Baby... Please, Lucy, honey, make me cum….” His hips were starting to bounce at me, at my face in a faster speed and motion. His butt almost elevated from the bed. Only his hands were leaning to support his body weight. It must have also been one of his ways to have control of his hands, keeping himself away
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Mavie asked, baffled as the man suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and he cried pitifully. Mavie looked at the patient on the bed, there was nothing unusual. His heartbeat was normal, and he looked just the way he used to be a coma patient. “What is going on? Please tell me….” Mavie answered assuringly. Trying to calm her Master to the best of her ability. She was also starting to feel scared because she had never seen this brave man act the way he was at that moment. Judas told her everything that he had seen his grandpa did except the part where he mentioned Mavie as his girl. But as he tried to ask again to show Mavie, the old man on the bed did nothing similar to what Judas was excitedly telling Mavie. “Mister Dinero, it’s me, Mavie. Do you recognize me?” Mavie asked casually, speaking to her patient like she would usually do. But the patient’s eyes did not move like Judas said they did. They tried again. Nothing. “I asked him a few q
As for Mavie, she was actually brave only because she knew some of her Master's men were around to protect her. But she was not going to rely everything on them. She will fight on her own if someone comes trying to bring her down. Mavie admits that her bravery was also because she was more than confident that her Master was not going to let her be bullied other than him. Like Judas would tell her most of the time; "You are my slave. I am your only Master. No one is allowed to order you around other than me. Not even a bully aside from me."So she did not fear to act accordingly, protecting herself when someone tried to intimidate her with violence. But she did not want to let the matter get worse. Mavie tried to deal with what happened in her own way."Mister Ray, please do not tell my Master about what happened today. I don't want him to get mad or worry about me. He already has so much to handle. I do not wish to add to the things that would bother him about me."Mavie begged Ray o
Days went on. Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months, and months became a year. A lot of things happened. Joaquin Dinero, Mavie's patient, passed away in his nap with Judas and Mavie right beside him. His body had seemed to reject the medications, and in Judas' dreams, his grandpa spoke to him that he was too tired and wanted to join his wife in peace. Ever since then, the grandson was torn between the sadness to let his grandpa go, and another sorrow that he was refusing to grant the last, one and only wish the old man seemed to have asked of Judas, the grandson. It was not even a wish done like every ordinary people would do. It was like asking Judas to let his grandfather die. And the way of asking such a wish was through a dream which Judas could not find in his heart to fully believe until he realized that every medical procedure and treatment they tried to provide the old Dinero did not seem to have any positive effect. But, of course, the grandson did not give up. Mav
Mavie did not want to disobey her employer so she ate the oatmeal although she was not a fan of eating it. She had to take some meds to get better very soon so she could do her tasks, and so she did everything her Master had ordered her. The medicine had an effect to make her feel sleepy so even if she did not want to sleep, thinking it was rude when her employer was around, her body was not able to fight against the medicine’s effect. Without her knowing, she had a good sleep and rested, when she woke up, she felt way much better. It was almost like she had never had any cramps earlier that day. “What are you doing?” Judas asked when he heard some noises from the kitchen while he was checking the monitors all around the house, his and his grandpa’s, his business building, and everything that was going on in his operations. By having an eye directly able to see everything in and out of his business establishments, Judas can easily handle problems even when he is afar. “Ahmm, I am s
Just as Judas had ordered, the lady doctor was able to speak with Ray, but the doctor suggested that the patient be brought to the hospital for a proper check-up. “At the clinic, we have everything we might need in order to make sure everything is accurate, unlike when we do it on house calls. It would be best to have her womb checked through an abdominal or vaginal ultrasound.” Ray relayed the message to his boss. Judas was silent for a while. He had to think of a way to keep everything in safety. There were a few things Judas had to consider whatever he might decide to do in his predicament. “Ray, I want you to check who gave me the first call with an unregistered number today. Can we make it quick? I want to bring Mavie to the hospital, but I am worried about leaving grandpa behind,” Judas stated with a dark face. Ray knew that look. As the assistant for the mafia don for quite a while now, he had learned to read between the lines, hear unspoken statements, and read his boss’ m
"Master….?" Mavie called out softly. Mavie was not so sure she was allowed to address the man the way they had agreed. She was confused if their arrangement also applied while she was on work duty or on the weekdays, now that they both realized they were also employee and employer aside from being slave and Master. But calling the man master was not something she felt awkward about at all, so when she noticed the man did not seem to mind her way of addressing him, Mavie continued to ask what she had in her thoughts. "How was the result from the test we did last Sunday with the doctor?" Judas was not sure if this girl was playing a silly game or if she was really unaware of such facts about the human reproductive system. But when he looked at Mavie's frail mien, Judas' gaze lowered and continued to clean his grandpa's teeth and gums with the soft and wet cloth. Just the way he saw on the security surveillance camera how Mavie would do such tasks of keeping the patient feeling fresh
“Master….?” Mavie did not expect to see the man, but instead of surprise, a faint smile was visible on her face. If there was someone Mavie wished to see at the very moment, it was no other than this person. The only person she had been thinking of with so much longing to see again, spend time with, no matter what reasons fate had to bring them together. “Master, is it really you?” Mavie asked again but in a soft whisper. Judas had so many scenes played in his mind of how this moment would turn out to be in reality to have a slight idea; if he cannot be accurate, so he would know how to explain and clarify his identity to Mavie. He had expected her to be surprised, first of all. If not, she should be scared o upset, but among all the possibilities his mind had conceived, Judas was baffled to see an exact opposite to what he had supposed Mavie would have reacted. “I had hoped the names of my slave and the hired carer for my grandpa would be one and the same person,” Judas hid his a
Ray started to check the packaging label of the item. He had a picture from Mavie’s stocks and the products that were on the racks. “They have the same packaging, right?” Ray held the pack and showed it to Judas. “This item is the same as the one in this picture, right, boss?”The cashier was watching the only customers he had in the store in the wee hours of the night; two men, as they chose items on the shelves. The store worker was not confident to walk closer and offer his assistance because he noticed they were on a section he was not very knowledgeable about. He was a man, after all, so he did not know much about sanitary pads. He was confident he could assist them, but only if they wanted to pay for their purchases. Because f they were going to ask anything else about the item, the worker was not ready to answer any questions. But if they still chose to approach him, he would just tell them to check the prints on the packaging. That’s all he could to help. Soon enough, two da
Ray was startled when he noticed his boss got into a car parked right outside the gates. Judas had ordered one of his men to bring a vehicle outside his gates and had its engine started because he would be leaving soon. And it was right where Judas asked it to be when they walked out of his grandpa's house. "Boss…?" Ray called for Judas' attention with hesitations. "What?" Judas asked as he fastened his seatbelt, seated right next to Ray, who was sitting behind the wheels. "I'm going to buy the pads and a serving of warm porridge. You can take your rest. I can handle this," Ray answered cautiously. "I have no doubt you can. I am even amazed you don't seem bothered that you are going to buy such items for a woman. Personal, if I may add," Judas said casually. "I don't think you're that kind of guy…." Judas could not say his words exactly. The Mafia Don was also cautious not to offend Ray's feelings if he happened to be wrong in his thoughts. They do not have much of an age differe