Chapter 20
"Please not today, Sam" responded Anable.
"It's been a while and I miss you baby; you know I'll always cash on it" uttered Sam in persuasion.
"I get you, but it's not about the money. The timing is wrong, hope you won't require me to explain" she added.
"Ok, in that case, can something be done tomorrow" he persisted.
"The next three days are a nonstarter for any of that. You aren't a woman to understand these things but you got one at home to have a clue of what I mean, I guess" she gave him a hint of what she could be probably experiencing.
"Ok, you seeing your days" he eventually got what she meant.
Seeing her days, as he put it, was not what bothered her the most. Her vagina had been raptured such that she still felt the sharp aches emanating from the various points of this sensitive piece of flesh. The vaginal salts had aggravated the situation as they penetrated these bruises which gave her the feeling that she had been wounded more. The persistence of the pain troubled her. As she sat in her Centurion office awaiting the arrival of two of her street forex dealers to get some cash, she wondered how she was going to keep Trey away from adding insult to her vaginal injury by requesting a condom fuck of the blooded pussy.
"My love for money will get me shot by Trey one day" she went on a monologue as she checked on Sam's popped-up message.
"Do you mind if we can do a lunch today? because I miss more than sex baby" the message read.
"As I said, not today, Sam, why can't you be patient?" she responded
She had just been out of office on a taxing blue movie video mission and would not afford to leave again lest her business suffers given the scheduled daily programmes. Apart from the aspect of satisfying the requirements of the business, she did not want him to give him false hopes over something that was no longer on her list of priorities. As much as they noisily say that the first cut is the deepest, her cut could no longer incise that deep in her future plans but was then just a purely detached memory. Trey now ruled the roost and it was no longer going to be a child's push to take him off the throne. Apart from all these logical configurations, she felt very exhausted due to the heavy giant cock fuck that went with a masculine battering which then took a toll on her physicality.
"What of accommodation dad?" asked Trey as he pressed his dick firmly in the pussy of the coloured young girl.
"Don't worry, we'll be staying at Protea hotel" answered Robert.
"We will chat, I'm driving. Take care my boy" he added.
"Thanks, Dad, I will" he responded.
As he fucked the little coloured girl who had exhibited that age ain't nothing but a number, his father had just called him to inform him that he was urgently needed in the country by one of the insurance firms over a number of matured policies. He would be in the country for a week together with her mom Gladys. With all his properties occupied by tenants, the UK-based billionaire would have to be a resident at Protea hotel. He knew of Trey's small apartment and had encouraged him to use one of his inherited mansions that were then under lodgings but he had not seen the reason for a single individual without children to be in such enormous spaces hence his decision to continue residing at Charmers Court bachelor's flat. He enjoyed the fact that the flat was situated in the heart of the CBD which played well to his black-market commerce.
If there was something that he wanted to keep away from his parents, then it was his dirty of making money. They had taken him to good schools and it was out of his liking that he decided not to go ahead with school but the foundation that the esteemed Elite Secondary School laid in him was conspicuously one of the reasons behind his ambitious desire to make money. Notwithstanding, the motivational empowerment programmes that he was part of did not at all encourage him to engage in businesses that were branded illicit before the law but being born with a silver spoon, let alone having access to billions at a tender age made him hungrier for more.
"Sorry baby, that was my UK-based dad" he apologized as he brought the attention back to her sweet pussy.
"Your cock is now soft, it's nice when it's steel-hard baby, switch off that phone," she said as she tried to reach for his phone in vain.
"Don't worry, it will be fine in a while baby," he said as he denied her the chance to the phone.
"This phone is for business so it must remain on till 9 pm," he said as he positioned himself well to try and induce a pussy fuck erection.
In no time, his cock regained its potency and the intimate thunder thereafter was something that she will never forget. It was his third day with the little slut whom he initially bumped into by the roadside of a brothel selling her body. Upon giving her a quick fuck, he liked the energy and what he saw such that he ended up promising that he would come to pick her up for something bigger and better which he had done the day before. He had paid her handsomely for the porn task, little did it ever cross his mind that Anable was getting a taste of the very same medicine in a more vicious way.
"Yes! I can feel it now, push it deeper" she said as he slammed with vigour.
He wanted to induce silence through action and that made him punish her with a rigorous top fuck, before switching to a tumultuous doggy which was followed up by a bedside front loader that Made her realise that a cock can be both a friend and enemy as his pounding caused both pleasure and pain.
"Baby, slow down, you're killing me" he mourned as he slammed her hard whilst pinning his wide-stretched legs backwards.