Pleasure In The Dark

I

The girl squatted over him. Her hips slammed against his in a fast pace. Her large breasts bounced up and down in rhythm with her movements. Her moans of pleasure fought his grunts in volume.

"Your big cock feels so fucking good, Daddy!" the girl cried in glee while riding him, clearly out of breath. Beads of sweat fell down from her face as she lowered herself to a kiss. It took a while for her to line up her lips to his.

The man suddenly pushed her away by grabbing her throat. He got up from the sofa and pushed the girl downwards. The girl followed obediently and fell to her knees. She took the cock into her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth enthusiastically, taking in the girth and the length. She moved her sweat dampened hair away from her face, tucking the long curly, blonde locks behind her ears. She grabbed the shaft and stroked him while her mouth worked on his tip.

The man let out a long grunt. His knees buckled as the girl's mouth began to swallow his thick load, he shot down her throat with force. The girl happily swallowed, her throat convulsing.

The licks against the sensitive tip made the man shudder. When she finally let him go from his clutches, the man wobbled backwards and slumped back into the sofa.

"You've been saving that for a while, huh?", the girl asked with a grin.

"Yeah... she's been turning me down a while now..."

The girl ran her finger across her lip and pushed it into her mouth. "How long has your wife been doing this, Mr. Rey?"

The man laughed dryly. "What, are you my therapist now?"

The girl unbuttoned her sweaty, white collared shirt that had been mostly unbuttoned already, and threw it away. "Well, a sexy therapist was the outfit you wanted", she said. "I thought I'd might as well play the part." She grinned. It would've looked beautiful if her makeup wasn't smeared all over her face.

"There's no way you could be a trained therapist yet. You're younger than my daughter."

"How old was she again?"

"20."

"Well, I'm only a year younger."

The man looked around for his clothes. He reached for the ground for his boxers. The girl did the same and reached for her panties after locating them from the other side of the room.

"You can have these. I have more than enough at home", she said and held a pair of red lace panties in her hands.

The man gasped and formed a rare smile. "You are something else."

"You're one of my better clients, so you deserve some extra, Mr. Rey." The girl flashed a wide smile again.

"Just call me, Matt."

II

"Did you have to do overtime again?", Mary asked.

Matt looked at her through her circle lens glasses. He paused before replying. The pause lasted longer than he anticipated, and he bought some extra time by turning the page of his newspaper.

"You know how it is. The company gets what it wants."

Mary looked at him for a while. Her eyes narrowed. Matt returned the look, but only for a few seconds before quickly looking back at his newspaper. Mary sighed.

"I don't know how you can handle that. Keeping you this late isn't right."

"Yeah...", Matt muttered and turned the page.

III

"Daddy, I need money."

"Again?"

"Yes, again."

"Why?"

"Not your fucking business."

Matt looked away from the TV screen reluctantly. Christiane was standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips. The short shorts, tight tank top, messy hair and lack of make-up messaged that she had clearly just woken up, at 4 P.M. The scowl on her face would make anyone uncomfortable, but after seeing it enough times, Matt didn't feel a thing anymore.

"Are you willing to do chores for it?

"Are you fucking dumb?"

Matt frowned his brow. "Now now, miss--"

"Don't 'Miss' me you fucking asshole! Act like my dad and give me some fucking cash, you useless fuck!"

Matt took a deep sigh. The conversation unfolding currently had happened so many times already that he had lost count. Who used to be a beautiful young girl with brunette hair and pretty green eyes, was nowadays, at 20 years old, a complete entitled monster.

He used to fight her. Sometimes enough to even punish her. He didn't believe in physical punishment but had no problem grounding someone. However, after being called every slur under the sun, and listening Christiane scream her lungs out in her room, just giving in was an easier choice. He tried to act defiant once in a while but would always give up at the sign of first resistance.

"How much?"

"I don't know, like... a thousand?"

This time, Matt's expression changed. He turned towards her properly. His gaze was piercing, and it even surprised him how vicious it was. It caused a rare reaction, causing Christiane to lose her annoying scowl and flash a quick but noticeable fear on her face.

"W-well... a hundred...?"

After her request lined to what he expected. He grunted and turned back towards the TV. "Bring me my wallet."

"Yes, Daddy."

IV

Matt sat on the chair that was placed in front of a desk. A young man, well, compared to him, stared at him with a grin. He ran his fingers through his lush black hair while spinning around in his chair.

"Matthew, my buddy!" he said cheerfully, his eyes clearly betraying his grin. "How's it hanging? Tanking the company profits again, you old fuck?"

Matt grunted under his breath but kept his poker face on.

"What, nothing to say? Even with that record low utilization? Remind me why you are even hired?"

Matt didn't say anything which made the man slam the desk.

"Come on, say something! This is like the third time we are doing this."

"I haven't received any complaints from my work."

"It's not the work, man, it's the hours. Yours are shit."

"I have to raise a family. I can't be here all day long."

"Family? You mean your hag wife and bitch daughter?"

Matt clenched his hand into a fist, which fortunately was away from the man's gaze, hidden behind the desk.

"Yes, I do have a wife and a daughter to feed."

"Then work for it!"

Matt's head filled with a list of things he wanted to say but knew better to keep his mouth shut.

"Look. I genuinely have to launch an investigation into why you are still hired. You are useless. If you were a hot piece of ass like your daughter, I would order you to get onto your knees but..." The man suddenly grinned widely. "Hey, can you call your daughter here? I'll let you keep your job if she sucks my---"

Matt suddenly pounced up; his eyes full of fire. He launched forward and grabbed the man by his tie and pulled him over the desk.

"Listen fucker, you can say whatever you want about me but leave Christiane out of this."

The man's shocked expression quickly turned into a devilish, and the corners of his mouth launched upwards to an unnerving degree.

"Ooohhh... what do you think HR will say about this, old man?"

V

Matt sat on a sofa without clothes. Two pairs of eyes stared at him from below, one blue, one brown.

The girl with blue eyes, the blonde, was the same she met earlier in the week. Her therapist outfit had changed into her birthday suit this time, as Matt had requested her to wear nothing. Anette was happy to fill this request, leaving only her nipple piercings on. The girl next to him, licking her tongue across his shaft, a girl with short red hair, was called Jenny. Jenny was around the same age as Anette, just few weeks short of 19, and didn't take any clients, but when Matt had requested another girl to join, Anette managed to convince her best friend to tag along.

"I don't escort, but I couldn't say no to a fat daddy dick."

"She's such a fucking slut, isn't she?", Anette laughed while running her hand along Jenny's cheek, who eagerly made her way towards the head of Matt's cock. "You should be honored, you are her first official client, Daddy."

Matt laid back, brushing his greying hair away from his face. He took a deep breath and grinned. He looked down at the girls, both young, pretty, and looking sexy. Their bodies were eerily identical. Both had slender figures with big breasts. Jenny, the redhead, had a bit paler skin, but otherwise, they looked close to each other.

"I want to ride this fat motherfucker," Jenny said in her husky voice and got up. She grabbed the erect shaft and hovered over his length. She pressed the tip against her wet pussy-lips and lowered herself slowly. She released a prolonged moan as the cock pushed into her, spreading her open. "Jesus Christ... no wonder he is your favorite client."

Anette grabbed her from her butt and squeezed. "Remember, Daddy likes it rough, doesn't he?" She winked an eye to Matt who gave in and dissolved into the bliss. His next few moments were heavenly. Out of everything that happened in his life, these moments were the only ones he treasured.

The pleasure-filled screams filled his ears as the girls fucked the life out of him.