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“Try not to ruffle Mr. Herringbone’s feathers when he gets here,” I told my chief of security.

I grunted, momentarily shutting my eyes as my nuts tightened, all the blood rushing to the head of my dick. Got-damn she can suck the fuck out of some dick. I thought to myself. I enjoyed the way Deliyah’s pouty lips suctioned around the tip of my dick. Wickedly, she bobbed her head possessively up and down my shaft as she moaned out softly.

Monster, my chief of security, didn’t respond. He stood in the shadows of my office, blending in with the black walls. He was my dark shadow, the only soul that protected me like his life depended on it since he had nothing to live for. I didn’t have to see his face in order to know that he was in my office stuck in his own zone.

I never knew Monster’s story fully, and he never offered to tell me. He was a man of few words like me. I appreciated a person that didn’t talk as much when they were around me. Monster reminded me of myself. He was a heartless, cold-blooded killer; his entire aura was dark. His eyes, soul-less and black. Over the years, I considered Monster more than just an acquaintance. I understood him well and knew that he was mentally unstable to live amongst society.

I took him under my wing after he sparred my life one night after an argument with my father. I sped off of Impurity’s estate with no security, then went to a bar to drink my demons away. Carelessly not checking out my surroundings once leaving the bar, I got ambushed. Monster came out of the shadows and murdered those bastards with his bare hands.

“No fucking teeth!” I gritted, looking down at Deliyah.

Her ocean blue, tear-stained eyes fluttered then rolled back as she flexed her tonsils around half of my girth.

“Shit!!!” I grunted out in a little bit of pain.

I waited too long for a release but enjoyed the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Get ready, it’s a lot.” I sat up, snatching up all of her curly hair, fisting it.

Yanking her head back, I snatched my dick out of her mouth, making sure to jack around the rim of my dick until the first spurt of cum shot across her chin and bottom lip. A tingling sensation shot up my spine, as my release halted a few seconds. I counted down to three then a bucket load of nut shot out erratically.

“Filthy.” I groaned.

The sound of her gulping down every drop that I shot to the back of her throat had my balls tightening all over again. Deliyah ran her tongue along my shaft until she got to the tip. She locked eyes with me and flicked her tongue over the slit of my dick, which caused my hips to jerk forward. My dick was sensitive as hell. She knew that shit, but the filthy little cum slut that she was, wouldn’t stop her from sucking the soul out of me.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Mr. Decebal. Fine as hell, with a beautiful ass big dick that spits out loads of cum. My only dream is to feel you deep inside of me. Can my pussy be a place to dump in all day? Mr. Herringbone says?—”

“Less talking, I think you’re done now.” I sat up to reach for my cigarette.

I loved filthy words spilling from a beautiful woman’s lips. Deliyah was one of the women that Mr. Herringbone called on last minute for me when I wasn’t satisfied with the ones he sent to me.

“May I continue to suck your dick, Mr. Decebal?” She batted her extravagant lashes my way.

I nodded my head then leaned back in my office chair. Might as well, I thought, thumping the top of my cigarette on the side of her head, not caring where the ashes landed as long as it wasn’t on my carpet. I needed new women, my condition seemed to worsen as the days went on. The process that I had set in place for the women that came to live on my estate for months were very strict.

The boatloads of nut that came out of me every couple of hours couldn’t fit inside of a condom. I had about four women living on the left wing of my home. They had to be tested once every two weeks, and I only enjoyed one out of all of them to fuck. I loved the feel of pussy, especially the kind that made me feel alive once sliding inside. I had a condition called hyperspermia. I ejaculated an excessive amount of nut, and the longer I went without nutting, the more painful it became when I finally did get to release.

I got head at least six times a day, sometimes more. Most men would call me lucky, but after a while, this shit felt like a duty. I was far disconnected from the intimacy of sex and a lot of other things.

“Gee-willakers!!!” Mr. Herringbone stomped in my office, disrupting the very peace that I was trying to hold on to.

“It’s ten a.m!” He hissed.

Mr. Herringbone struggled to yank his handkerchief from his pants pocket. All of his suits fit him too tight, he reminded me of the character Lefou from the movie Beauty and the Beast . Herringbone was short, big, and sloppy. I never liked him standing too close to me because his body odor was pungent. Mr. Herringbone was a lot of things. I could start with him being a hoarder of sex dolls.

His pale skin was always pasty and sweaty like he ran a fuckin’’ marathon. His mere presence agitated me, yet I kept him for over a decade since he was good at the many hats he presented. He was my financial advisor, and one of the best lawyers that got paid well to keep the feds, along with Arksville police, out of my hairs.

“Goodness, tell her to stop! I just can’t…Ahhh!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, releasing a loud fart as Monster emerged from the shadows of my office.

“He-hey, Mon-Mon.” Mr. Herringbone forced himself to smile.

Monster was a menace to any society; he sneered at Mr. Herringbone, causing the sixty-year-old Caucasian man to tremble in his overworn dress shoes. Monster was a giant, at least close to seven feet. I was six foot eight, and I still had to look up when standing toe to toe with Monster. He was as black as the color with no signs of emotions ever etched on his face.

Monster nodded his head and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him. Before Herringbone could utter any words, I held my hand up to stop him. I refused to allow him to ruin this moment for me. Since I released my first nut down Deliyah’s throat, this second round started to feel good. Mr. Herringbone needed to make a decision in this moment because decency was something that I knew nothing of.

I lived my life however I decided to live it. He cared more about my reputation than I did. Being a man of few words, one that didn’t give a fuck about what society deemed as acceptable. I craved power, control, and respect. I was once weak and frail when I was a young boy. Now, I knew that I could make the toughest man in any room crumble right before my eyes. I could also make the most well reserved woman, unravel and submit, but that was something I didn’t too much yearn for. If Mr. Herringbone felt any ounce of being uncomfortable in this very moment, then he was free to wait out in the hallway until I got mines off.

Deliyah suckled my dick back into her mouth. Taking it to the back of her throat, she started to breathe through her nose. She bobbed her head as she slid her tongue up my shaft. Pulling away from my dick, she let spit hang from her plump lips to the tip of my dick.

Thrusting my hips as she stroked down on my shaft, Mr. Herringbone sucked in a deep breath.

“Your father wants you to unalive someone! She’s bringing the wrong type of attention to the Decebal name.” Mr. Herringbone’s words sounded like nails to a chalkboard.

I hated hearing the word ‘father’ because mine was anything but that to me. I knew I was a fucked up individual when all of his wrongs became right in my mind. I loved the old bastard and was all he had; he was the only person that wanted me since a kid. For that, he had my respect and love, and over the years, I distanced myself from Impurity. His darkest desires were more disturbing than mine. He practically ran a cult in Arkville, going overboard with torture and a bunch of other bullshit that I no longer wanted to witness or be a part of.

“Get up and go.” I snatched my dick from Deliyah’s mouth.

I didn’t bother with looking at her, I knew her face was etched in disappointment. She enjoyed sucking my dick more than I enjoyed feeling it.

“You are on a roll today.” I shook my head at Mr. Herringbone, watching him turn beet red in the face.

He realized the severity of the words that just left his mouth in front of Deliyah. I pondered about the way that I wanted to go about punishing him. I could force Deliyah to her knees in front of him, while I slit her throat from ear to ear. I really wasn’t in the mood to make a mess today, and I didn’t want blood all over my hands, so I decided that my nine-millimeter would get the job done.

“Deliyah.” I called out to her.

She turned on her heels fast with hopeful eyes. My eyes roamed up and down her curvy frame. I stopped at her lips and shook my head.

“What a fucking waste.” I mumbled underneath my breath.

“Mr. Herringbone wants to apologize to you, go ahead, Herringbone.” I nodded my head for him to speak.

Mr. Herringbone’s round face flushed as he turned awkwardly toward Deliyah, who was now visibly confused.

“I—I’m sorry.” He stammered; his voice cracked as he probably avoided her gaze from his guilty conscious.

Deliyah didn’t respond immediately, her eyes connected with mine for answers. I felt my smile reach my eyes as I lifted my gun and emptied the clip in her head, watching in satisfaction as it turned into the size of a watermelon then busted all over the off-white walls behind her.

“He’s sorry for getting off to foolishness. Look at you, Mr. Herringbone, ruined. That stubby little dick of yours is no longer hard because you decided to speak out of term while an innocent woman was doing her duty for the day.” I turned the gun in his direction.

“Oh, Mr. Decebal!” He wept pathetically.

“I—I didn’t mean to, you weren’t listening! This is so serious, and—and, umm, please, put the gun down!” He sniffled.

Instantly, I got pissed hearing the sound of his urine landing on my expensive carpet.

“You been in this fucked up family for years. Besides the money, you love what all comes with this shit. It scares you, but it’s also a thrill to you. It gets you off at night when you’re alone fisting your dick because no one else wants you…Don’t make the mistake of speaking out of term like that again, Mr. Herringbone. Not only will you stop getting off to your sick fetishes of what all I do in front of you…you will end up losing your ability to wake up and see all those sex dolls stuffed in that nice ass penthouse of yours.” I warned him.

I accepted his apologies through the tears he profusely dropped as he nodded his head in understanding.

“Go get yourself clean, then come and clean my fuckin’ rug, Mr. Herringbone.” I smirked over at him.

He nodded his head so hard, I knew his dumb ass was dizzy by now. He struggled to get out of his seat, when he stood up, the seat was stuck to his wide hip ass. I snapped my fingers to get his attention before he ran out to his car for his spare set of clothes. I didn’t understand why Mr. Herringbone didn’t just retire by now. Between me and Impurity, he had to have been exhausted with us.

Mr. Herringbone kept a spare amount of clothes in his trunk wherever he went. He always pissed himself whenever his anxiety or nervousness got the best of him. Today was obviously enough that he didn’t wear his adult diapers. He would pay the price cleaning my carpet and getting the smell of piss out of my personal space.

“Since it’s going to take you a little too long to get your emotions along with your soiled clothes together, tell me where I should start looking,” I asked him.

Turning on my MacBook, I went straight to the internet where I had fake social media accounts. I hated social media, it constantly made people live in a fake fantasy world. People listened to others and tried to apply whatever they saw and heard via social media. It was something that I wanted no parts in but because I now created my own software for AI and was launching a new product for all social platforms to use, I needed it for spying purposes to see what everyone was saying about my new launching.

My AI generated dating app was taking the lead over all social media platforms. People claimed to have met the love of their lives, while others spiraled out of control just by falling in love with a fake bot. ‘Meet Me’ had the ability to match you with a real person based off your interests and what you searched the most while surfing the internet. If you needed a companion to talk to on a day-to-day basis, the app connected you with what my site referred to as an ‘Soulmate’.

A ‘Soulmate’ was AI; however, it helped and gave advice with whatever you were struggling with. There were a lot of negative reviews, but the positive reviews outweighed the bad. ‘Meet Me’ turned me into a multibillionaire. I was proud about that. I no longer needed a dime from Impurity. That didn’t stop the darkness blooming inside of me. My demons entangled with his kept me from walking a straight normal path.

“Hot Tea Celebrity Gossip…Her name is Angel; she’s got a couple of women that once serviced you due to your medical issues. It’s about six of them doing interviews right now speaking out against you—serious topics of certain things concerning your father has been mentioned as well. It can bring the both of you down.” Mr. Herringbone stammered over his words, but I heard him clearly.

“Sit down, Mr. Herringbone.” I placed my elbows on my desk and interlocked my fingers as rage clawed up my throat.

“B-but my soiled clothes, and the—the body, Mr. Decebal.” He pointed over at Deliyah’s sprawled out body that was damaging my carpet with all the blood and brain matter seeping out around her.

“Fuck that, fuck her body as well as your soiled undies. Sit your fat ass down and have a conversation with me.” I gritted.