He liked things under this new regime, he really did. President Ladislak was bringing respect to their country. Rumors were he’d soon be forging a key alliance with Russia and Germany and a powerful new army to boot. Money was rolling in, too, and profits were up. As for petty crime, the former colonel let things be so long as you made the right payoffs.
Petrok could afford plenty. This American was a gold mine. Not for her cunt alone, but on account of the submissive smell of her like a super bitch in heat attracting other whores for him to dominate. In her own way, she’d actually become famous before hooking back up with him. Supposedly she’d been living in the presidential palace as Ladislak’s personal slut before he threw her out.
The little bitch would sometimes talk about having a baby she’d left back there that was going to be some kind of anti-Christ, but Petrok figured she was crazy by now. Always mumbling and praying to Vistya like one of the old women from the villages. Frankly, he’d done her a favor taking her in when she’d come to him in the middle of the night, naked, covered in all this weird fluid shit. Afterbirth, she claimed it was. Any sane man would have turned her over to the cops. But she did have the body, and thanks to her he’d long since quit that shit hotel job.
Christ, but she made him hard like this, her little arse twitching, her hair all over the dirty stone as she gnawed at his leftovers like an animal.
“That’s enough,” he grabbed a handful of yellow curls. “You’ll get fat.”
The girl whimpered at having to leave the chocolate unfinished.
Petrok opened the fly of his custom-made silk pants. “Stop complaining. I’ll give you something nice to eat.”
The girl took his dick obediently straight to the back of her throat. He didn’t fool around with things like that. If she weren’t good enough, if he got even one customer complaint, it would come out of her arse.
“Yea, that’s it,” he muttered, working her head.
It took him less than a minute to squirt down her throat. She continued to remain on her knees afterward, licking him clean.
“All right, that’s enough. Back to work. Coffee break’s over.”
He was zipping himself back up when he pinched his finger, hard enough to break the skin. “Fuck it!”
Merritt sniffed out the wound, trying to suck it clean.
“Knock it off, crazy bitch.”
To his amazement, the little blonde cunt was laughing.
“What the fuck’s so funny?” he demanded.
“Blood,” she laughed, a strange glint in her eyes. “Blood and semen.”
The End
About the Author
Reese Gabriel is a writer, teacher, parent, lover and activist, seeking to live out dreams and fantasies and help others live out theirs. Because of the sensitive circumstances of Reese’s ‘undercover’ life, further details must be kept a secret. Suffice it to say Reese enjoys beauty in all its forms, especially the erotic as well as the crossing of boundaries and the making of a better world for our children, one in which we will never have to hide who we are again.
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