After humiliating that useless man, I quickly left the room and made my way out of that place, ignoring the calls from other won who had apparently witnessed the whole scene and seed eager to have a chance with as well.
However, just as I was about to leave, the first prostitute I had fucked managed to cling to .
She quickly handed a card, saying it had her number on it. She simply told I could call her if I ever needed anything and added that I would make an excellent prostitute myself, an offer I imdiately refused.
I had no interest in fucking won who did it for money.
Still, thinking that the contact might be useful soday, I slipped the card into my pocket.
Then, I swiftly made my way through the party until I found Charlotte, her eyes filled with desire, though she was so drunk she could barely stand.
I considered spending so ti dancing with her, but the truth was, I needed to hurry. I didn’t want Marc to find after what had happened in that room.
Besides, the milf’s ride out of that hellhole was already waiting for us, so delaying any longer would have been unfair.
So, I helped Charlotte to her feet. I asked one of the won I had flirted with for a ride, and she imdiately agreed, to which I responded with a playful smack on her ass.
Charlotte, who was already in another world, seed to get a little jealous and murmured that I should pay more attention to my "mommy." Then she pressed her perfect milf body against mine.
She continued to murmur erotic things about how I should humiliate her husband and take her for myself.
If I had a little more ti, I would have torn her clothes off and fucked her right there, but that wasn’t the case. Besides, it would be better if my first ti with her wasn’t when she was completely drunk.
Anyway, I grabbed her ass, which made her happy, and dragged her to the car. Then we headed to the port area of the city. More specifically, the part where the rich people’s yachts were docked.
I said goodbye to my ride and walked to the eting point I had arranged. Soon, I found the place I needed.
"You finally showed up," the woman in front of flashed a big smile.
Behind her, I could see a large white boat with flashy lighting. However, even more than the boat, what caught my attention the mont I arrived at the eting point was the presence of a man standing next to her.
"Oh! You must be wondering who he is, right?" the girl smiled pervertedly. "Well, why don’t you introduce yourself, honey?"
I was genuinely very surprised to find out that the man was her husband. Even more so when she was wearing such a perverted outfit and had a shalessly flirtatious look in her eyes.
And my surprise grew even greater when she jumped toward , taking my lips in a perverted kiss.
"I’m what they call a cuckold," the man said before I could ask him anything.
It wasn’t like I had never heard the term before, but I was still surprised that soone like that actually existed. And I found it even more bizarre to notice how he had an excited look as he stared at .
Honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about being watched while having sex. But I would definitely prefer, if it were to happen, that he did it through a cara or sothing. Because having a man stare at with so much desire gave chills.
Even though he clearly wasn’t gay or anything like that, it was still uncomfortable. Besides, it wasn’t like I planned to fuck that slut many more tis. I still had to reward her for her help, but I had no interest in her beyond that.
"If you’d like, you can join my wife on the trip. To be honest, I have more than one wife. As well as sexual servants who work for . So of them are even virgins. And if you’re really as big and good in bed as my wife said, I’d love to introduce you to them."
With a voice full of interest, he continued speaking, proposing that I travel with her, along with so of his other wives. He would fill the ship with caras and pay a large sum of money if I agreed.
That said, I had other things I needed to do. And as tempting as the offer might be, I couldn’t just accept it and leave my won alone for a long ti.
On the other hand, I would never agree to let that man watch having sex with one of my won. Random prostitutes were one thing, but the girls I had grown fond of were another.
Taking all of this into consideration, I had to decline the offer.
"I understand, but even if it’s just for tonight, I’d love to see..." He continued insisting.
Luckily, his wife shut him up, saying, "That’s enough, honey. If you keep this up, you’re going to annoy the best cock I’ve ever known!" Her irritated tone and killer look finally made the man give up.
Still, I could see a certain pleasure in his eyes as he was scolded like that. Which sent another shiver down my spine, thinking about how strange that man was.
"Sorry about that, but rember, you can always call when you want soone to have sex with. And if you don’t want him watching or recording, that’s fine," she said in a perverted tone.
Then she suggested I should have her main cell phone number. Apparently, rich people had more than one phone.
In her case, she divided her devices as follows: one for work, one for friends, and one that was supposed to be only for her husband and close family, like her father and mother. That said, she made an exception just for .
Obviously, that was the phone she always kept with notifications on, so she could respond quickly to ssages from the few people who had that number. That way, she could react quickly to any ergency.
"There," she said after saving her contact in my phone. "Now, whenever you want to talk to , I’ll know imdiately."
She said, then walked away, heading toward the large boat behind her. anwhile, I turned my attention to the smartphone in front of . Since I couldn’t rember her na, I intended to see how she had saved her own contact, hoping to find out her na.
That said, I was caught off guard when I discovered she had saved her na as ’Convenient Hole.’
Noticing my surprise as I looked at the phone screen, the woman smiled perversely and said:
"Don’t worry, you don’t need to know my na. Just call when you need an easy pussy, or so money."
anwhile, Charlotte, who was almost passing out from the amount of alcohol she had consud, didn’t seem to find anything strange about the conversation. She probably hadn’t even understood everything.
Still, she approached , pouting and leaning in close. Then she complained that I should also kiss my mommy, since we were going to say goodbye. Next, she guided my hand to her large breasts while sensually capturing my lips.
After a brief kiss, I helped her get to the boat. I took her phone for a mont and sent a ssage to her husband, explaining the situation.
As an excuse for her sudden departure, I said it was a last-minute invitation because one of the won who was supposed to go on the trip had fallen ill, and she didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
I didn’t know if Marc would believe it or not, but I also didn’t care much. After all, I planned to destroy that man before she returned from her trip. So I decided to head back to his house, as Alia had probably been waiting for there for a long ti.
I called an Uber to take back, and in no ti, I arrived at the condominium. Then I headed to Charlotte’s house, and as I approached, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Marc’s car parked at the entrance.
He shouldn’t have been there. At least not this early. Charlotte had told he always took days to return ho, so why had he suddenly decided to co back sooner?
A knot ford in my stomach as my mind raced through all the possibilities. What if he had found out sothing? What if sothing had happened to Alia? That last thought made my blood boil. If he had done sothing to her, I would definitely end up in prison, and he in a coffin.
Feeling my blood boil, I ran, and upon noticing the door was locked, I kicked it hard, forcing it open.
Then I stord into the house furiously, trying to figure out what had happened inside, only to find a chaotic scene. Furniture was overturned, objects were scattered everywhere, and I even found a broken lamp lying around.
My heart pounded even harder, dreading what might have happened inside. Without hesitation, I sprinted, desperately searching for Alia.
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