Chapter 20: A Good Slxt

Dorothy’s Point of View

“Who is a good little slut?” Mr. Dantes, my father’s best friend and former business partner, asked me with his thumb pressed against my tongue.

The sound of the vibrator filled the room. I gaped up at him, trying to ignore the building pleasure that was making my limbs quiver.

Fuck… This man never gets tired. Despite being in his early fifties, he was like a stallion; I don’t really blame him, according to him, he works so hard, yet his wife lets herself go, unable to satisfy him sexually.

He needed someone young, beautiful, and of course—blonde.

That was the standard everywhere, except in Logan Ashton’s dictionary.

“It’s me, daddy.” I moaned despite his finger in my mouth.

“Now suck my finger like the good little whore you are.” He ordered, and I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked him clean.

Sucking off all the salt and slime that coated it, all were my juices from when he fingered me.

“What do you taste?” A thick rumble vibrated through his chest, and I nodded, moaning shamelessly. “Do you taste yourself?”

“Ah…” He pulled out his finger from my lips, pulling out a string of saliva, and then he slapped me hard across the face.

“Yes, daddy.” I squealed in delight. “Hit me more.”

“You’re really a nasty little whore.” He murmured with a proud smirk, and then with a wet plop, he pulled the vibrator out of me. “Let me get you something better to suck on.”

I wiggled my hips, eager to have him plunge into me with his massive cock. There was hardly anything the vibrator could do for me.

I needed him to fuck me hard and fast.

“Please, daddy,” I begged. Mr. Dantes loved it when his partners begged, and took all of his dirty talking—things his very reasonable, and well-respected wife would never do.

“What do you want?” He asked with a smirk.

“I want to take your magnificent dick in my mouth.” I pleaded. “Give me your dick, please.”

“You’re a good girl, right?” He asked curiously, and I nodded. “Are you my little cum dumpster?”

I nodded hurriedly.

“Yes, please give me your cum.” I licked my lips, and he zipped his trousers, grabbing each side of my head, pulling my blonde hair together to form a ponytail, and I opened my mouth, the widest it has ever been.

I licked my lips when he brought out his massive cock, adorned with thick purple veins, and the bulb-shaped tip was swollen and glistening with precum.

I felt my pussy clench at the sight of a big dick. My girl was such a fucking whore, because she began throbbing painfully.

Mr. Dantes held my hair up in one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed my jaw, spreading my lips even wider, and he slammed into me.

“Huerp!” I gagged, but he kept going, his hips aggressively pumping into my mouth.

“Yes, fuck… Yes.” He grunted, his black eyes staring down at me like he was fucking proud of me. “You take it like a good girl.”

Another groan escaped his chest, and his grip around my hair tightened.

“Uhm…” I moaned, my mouth filled, and my jaws hurt. I felt my eyes roll when he touched the back of my throat.

“Ah…your mouth is so warm and wet.” He pumped even faster. “Do you want to choke on daddy’s dick?”

I managed to nod.

His thighs flexed, tightened, and his pace reduced. I could tell he was trying not to cum very quickly.

He stroked deeply and slowly this time… so slow I could count.

One. Huerp… Two… Ugh… Three…

He groaned, and he pulled out, he pushed me back into the bed, folding me in half, and he rubbed the tip of his cock against my wet, slippery, and throbbing clit before he slammed inside me.

“Ah! Yes!” I squealed in delight, holding both my ankles to the sides of my head as his hips thundered powerfully against me.

Reaching depths no one has ever been to before.

“Yes, yes…. Fuck… fuck yes…” I squealed.

“You like it when daddy fuck you, don’t you?” He asked inside my ears, and I screamed even more. “You like this cock very much, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love it.” My body shook, my eyes rolled to the back, and in that moment, everything shattered around me, the room filled with the scent of our sweat and sex mixing.

“Fuck.” He groaned even louder than before, and I felt him swell inside me, and with one more thrust, he exploded inside me.

My hips pushed back against him, grinding against him as he dumped every last drop of his cum inside me.

“I sent you the money.” He muttered as he pulled his pants up, shaking his head, while I curled up in the sheets, my eyes still glancing up at the ceiling. “And I’m going to place an order for those limited-edition bags you wanted—resend those pictures.”

“And what about my dad?” I asked curiously, and he leaned in to me, placing a finger on my lips. “You promised you would find a position for my dad.”

“I have been looking, but there hasn’t been any opening.” He cleared his throat, and only then did my eyes dart back to him. “I will put him on the list as soon as I find something.”

“Find something?” I asked curiously. “You’re the fucking CEO of the corporation; you can find anything.”

My father’s business had some problems some times last year, and even though he tried to manage the situation, it escalated into something he couldn’t control, and eventually he became bankrupt.

There were a lot of people who could help him; they just needed to form a merger with him, or lend him an outrageous amount of money, and he would be fine.

But none of his friends was willing to.

That period was hell for my family, and I even thought of dropping out, because I would rather die than be poor.

Mr. Dantes had shown a subtle interest in me even before father’s company went bankrupt, but after it did, he came to me with the proposal of being my sugar daddy.

He had sex with me sometimes and sends me money to continue to fund my lifestyle. He also rented out an apartment for me, allowing me to bring my friends there; no one knows about this situation.

And I plan for it to remain that way until Father can come out of his mess.

“You don’t understand, these things are sometimes beyond my control.” He reached for my face and pecked me. “But I promise I will get it sorted before next month, and we can try something else for him.”

My jaws clenched in anger.

Mr. Dantes was doing this intentionally; he probably believes that I would stop fucking him as soon as my father gets control of his life.

And he wasn’t wrong.