Master Malones Exclusive Offer: A Deal That Exposes More Than Just Finances

Shay is on the phone " So now, as an infallible way of making little ease great ease, she begins to contract a quantity of debt—"
" Are you available?" She'd been trying to read a contract in the library, trying anything to better herself and she'd heard I was good, when I spoke to her. It has been a while since she heard the familiar timbre of command and it immediately causes a surge of tension and want within her chest. As she has been left to pace the opulent mansion for three days now, it seems I'd been ignoring her, gone or otherwise busy with my businesses. I had an old-fashioned library among the many rooms here. Though she knew most of the books are there just for show—just so my clients can look in awe at the matching hardcover set, dark shelves, and clean lines of my study wrapped around large, expensive oak furniture— the very thought of herself reading and knowing one of my books better than I did is satisfying.

It is something, anyhow. Something that meant she had a mind of her own. So she told herself. Then I'd say something to her and break her concentration immediately. " Shay, are you available?" I ask again slowly as if she hadn't understood me the first time, hazel-green eyes clearly mocking her though my tanned face is irritatingly neutral. I'm holding a squat glass of amber liquid on the rocks in one hand; I'm missing my suit coat, but still wore my fine linen shirt, wine red tie, dark grey slacks and polished dress shoes. I cut a fine figure. They both knew the true answer to my question: she is always available. She closes the book, along with her expectations for finishing it, and set it down on the coffee table. She smiles at me and stood up, smoothing the China blue satin dress that fit close to her torso and trim waist, hugging womanly hips and thighs and ending in a small flare at her knees.

" Yes, always," she replies, and still it causes that small tick in her jaw, that slight waver to her smile, to have to say it out loud. " What do you need?" I point casually to a spot on the rug; it is a stylized sunburst amid Arabic geometric designs, and in a central spot right in front of my big, oak desk, surrounded by ornate lamps, a writing table, and a few interview chairs facing the desk. She obediently walks to the spot in strap-back heels that match the blue of her dress, her posture of that intangible, elegant quality, as if she'd gone through finishing school. Shay waited until I'd loosened my tie, glanced at her, then chin-nodded a bit impatiently for her to kneel down before she did. The carpet is plush beneath her knees, which is one small favor, and she fidgets briefly with her tight dress again, trying to keep it smooth and in good order after getting down in front of me.

Her dress had sleeves that held only tentatively to her shoulders, revealing an appealing expanse of pale, smooth skin, and a lot of cleavage. I always smile looking down at her breasts, lifted and pressed together; sometimes I slipped a single finger down between them, rubbing gently in and out in a playful hint of what is to come. I didn't do that tonight; I took a breath and ran a hand through short, gray hair before letting it out. I looked kind of tired. " Well? What are you waiting for?" She swallows, noticed her mouth is already salivating, and reaches to loosen my two-hundred-dollar belt, unclasping and lowering the zipper on even more expensive, grey dress slacks. The fact that I'm wearing a pair of navy-colored, men's bikini briefs didn't surprise her. She can already see the well-groomed trail of dark hair leading beneath the low-slung fabric. They fit very well and the elastic band didn't resist too much as she pulls them down with one hand, carefully withdrawing both my semi-erect cock and my scrotum as well.

Her bare hand touching me caused faster swelling and I breathed out quietly, seeming to being to relax. She hears a soft slurp as I took a drink of cognac and I touch her black hair encouragingly as she jerks me once, twice, then parts her lightly painted lips to take me deep into her mouth. I sigh louder, my buttocks flexing as I push in far as I can go, as she starts suckling me. " Always the good sword-swallower, eh, Shay? You remember the first time you went down on me?" She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to remember. I hadn't even opened my own pants back then...she had. Why had she thought acquiescing to do it then would have spared her more of this humiliation in the future?

I'd certainly proven her wrong on that, systematically pushing her boundaries further and further over several months until she has lifted her shirt and lowered her panties for me, until she has felt me tear her hymen and felt my semen dripping out of her after I was done. Even later she had found herself on all fours in my office, him balls-deep and reaming out her asshole as she became a pillow-biter. He kept pushing and taking everything, one by one, because she'd felt she had no choice but to let him. Well...she truly had no choice, now, unless she wanted to go to jail right along with him if she didn't help protect them.
Wet slurps and sucks and a squelching noise accompanies her work as I moan softly, a different kind of tension quivering along my frame as I had to lean back against my desk. I'm close...There iss a knock on the door.

" Fuck," I hiss quietly, immediately irritated and reached to grab the back of her neck to hold her mouth on me in case she'd been about to pull off. " Goddammit..." I set down my cognac. " What is it?" I asked with raised voice. " It's Mr. Sheen, boss," said a brusque, podgy voice through the thick wooden door. " He came back to talk business." " We talked business earlier, he wouldn't commit," I replied with my brows drawn down. " Tell him I'm busy." " Mr. Malone," said a different voice she'd never heard before; he sounded just a little like that talking mouse in California, if the character actually had a set of balls. " I apologize for putting you off, I needed to confirm. I have an offer to make before my client sends me to the other side of the country tomorrow. I think it would benefit you to hear me out."

Shay looks up at me, my cock still stuffed in her mouth and I look down into her light blue eyes. Suddenly I seem in a much better mood as I grin and touch her jaw. " Whatever happens, don't stop, just go slow and don't make me cum," I ordered, and she blinks at me to show she understood. I lifted my chin and said loudly, " Alright, come on in." The door opens and Mr. Sheen is let in, the door closing behind him. He was a shorter man with a receding hairline and pudgy face and a bit of a belly beneath his non-descript tan suit. He didn't look especially ugly, just ordinary. I had to admit that the guy was perfect for his job, as he was overall a very forgettable face acting as liaison between his employer and other powerful men in the underground.

Mr. Sheen quickly took in the sight of the raven-haired woman in blue orally servicing me by my desk and stopped where he was, going quiet. I looked at the younger man's expression and wasn't surprised to see a bit of a smirk there. This actually wasn't a first for him to run into a scene like this. Arrogant, cocky men with some power often loved to show him just how much they had at their disposal, and what he didn't have. But it was no less delicate this time than any other time. Being an experienced negotiator, Mr. Sheen often just had to determine just what it was the other man wanted in his reaction, and give it to him. Then negotiations could begin with the rich man in a good mood. Clearing his throat, he began, " Mr. Malone, I apologize if—"

I wave my hand. " Please have a seat, Mr. Sheen. I'm willing to....hear your offer." The middleman wisely ignored the catch in the my voice, although his ordinary brown eyes did admire woman's lovely backside, wrapped in shiny blue satin like a gift beneath a tree. She must be skilled to make Mr. Malone's voice break, he thought. " My employer...ah...." He forced himself to look up at the businessman. " He authorized me to offer sixty percent above my initial figure, Mr. Malone." My hazel eyes are bright with the sensations sweeping me as Shay continues slowly blowing me, and I look intensely at Mr. Sheen, careful not to nod my head. I really wasn't in the mood to talk business quite yet. Soon, but not yet. I wanted Shay to continue to earn her keep. " It's a starting point," I conceded, and Mr. Sheen looked conservatively brightened. I kept watching the man's doughy face as I ask, " Do you like her, Mr. Sheen? Does she not have a fine ass?"

The gopher looked startled for a moment. " Uh, Mr. Malone—?" " Be truthful," I insisted. " I would want to expect honesty from any negotiator." Studying my face, Mr. Sheen saw no sign of a trap in answering in the affirmative...only lust. A small trickle of excitement started seeping through his gut at the thought that perhaps I was one of those men who liked to share...?
Occasionally, this job did pay some dividends. " She is exquisite, Mr. Malone," the middleman admitted truthfully. " You are a very luck man." I grin very broadly. " As is any man with the means to pay for her time. I look forward to working with your employer, provided we can find...mutual interests." The squat man nodded a bit eagerly. " Yes, of course." " Shay, lift your dress," I commanded softly. " Show this man what you have to offer."

Silently she reaches back with both hands, mouth still holding to my prick like a calf to a tit. The elegant jewelry on her fingers and wrists glittered white and silver as she tugged the form-fitting skirt upward. Her thighs are pale and smooth, toned and lovely. Mr. Sheen nearly choked on his own saliva, however, when she revealed her panties, settling the blue fabric up over her haunches to rest at the small of her back. It was not at all what he'd expected...it was not a piece of thread that barely covered her anus, or a blood-red thong, or even black leather...

Just white panties. But such white panties they were...! Silk and nearly see-through and teasing him with delicate whorls of lace and partially obscured the exact shape and grooming of her sex while the cleft of her ass seemed hidden in shadow and mystery. He swore he could see flushed, reddened flesh beneath, though, pressing against that innocent fabric. He hoped to see just a dot of a damp spot as well... Especially if she was aroused, he wanted to smell her through those panties...explore her every crease, feel her anus fluttering as his tongue wetted that silky fabric to make it *completely* see-through, before he would rip them down around her thighs and...Oh, Lord. By sheer luck, this woman in blue was wearing his Kryptonite.

Mr. Sheen knew his face was notably flushed; his heart had started to pound as he looked too closely at the woman's panty-clad backside. By the time he wrenched his gaze away from her to look up at me, I'm grinning so smugly that Sheen knew there was no point pretending. " Are you...offering me anything, Mr. Malone?" " Perhaps, Mr. Sheen. What do you want to be offered?"
The visitor licked his dry lips and tried again. " I am not a man of great means, as you know. Is there anything I can do for you, personally, that would ..." Both men looked at Shay and her ass, presented perfectly for Mr. Sheen. For Shay, she is looking up at me with a flushed face herself. I knew her well enough to know she is angry and nervous. She hadn't even seen the face of the man behind her, knew only his name and his voice, and I'm making a deal to see her mounted for my own benefit and gain.

The telling part is that she kept her mouth on my cock, and her white panties exposed to Mr. Sheen. " There is, as a matter of fact," I replied, breaking my gaze with Shay as I finished bargaining. " It's nothing much. I'd just like to be kept appraised of your employer's travels for the next six months. That's all. Just six months. Only when he moves, and to where." The pudgy man flushed a bit more darkly. " I'll not do anything to set up an assassination, Mr. Malone—" " I resent the accusation, Mr. Sheen," I interrupted bluntly. " It's dangerous to insult me." Mr. Sheen quieted. " In any case," I continue, reaching to sip my cognac again, " it's business, not hostility of any sort. You know the saying of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, right?" I got a nod in return.

" Well. Then that's all. Keeping friends close. If you would know what it's like to bury your face between my woman's legs, Mr. Sheen, then I would know a little about your employer in return. It's a simple exchange of information. Note I'm not insisting on knowing the 'why' of his ventures, just the when and where. And it's worthwhile...this one is my favorite for a reason. You've been a dependable representative for a year now, Mr. Sheen. I want to show my appreciation." Mr. Sheen was very nervous for a few long moments, but obviously thinking it over. " Mr. Sheen, this is Shay," I added, and Shay, bless her, slowly started swaying her hips as she moaned softly around my cock. It is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. The pudgy man was sweating a bit now and he blinked; apparently he had heard the name before in the house, and now looked like he at least believed he was being offered something special.

" And what exactly do I receive for those six months?" the negotiator asked, and I smile. Your choice of companion—excluding Shay—each time you come here to report to me. Nothing will be denied you, as long as they are not maimed. Agreed?" Mr. Sheen felt his heart pounding quite hard now, for all his current employer's generosity...women was not among them, for they were not his personal preference, though that was a kept secret. And he himself was often too busy traveling to do more than hire a convenient prostitute in whatever city he happened to be in for a few hours. He also knew the quality of my women, and he could have his choice each time...? "Agreed," he affirmed.

I switch my cognac from one had to the other to extend my right hand out. Mr. Sheen stood up and left. Shay, completely mussed and in need of a bath, new dress, and a new pair of panties, she remained on hands and knees on the floor. Both her holes open to my gaze. Her pussy is shaved, giving me an unobstructed view of her puffy lips, her barely hidden pearl. Sliding one finger from her asshole to her slit, I feel her shiver as my finger slides between her pussy lips. As I lift my hand, a trail of her sticky juice came with me and I smeared it over that crinkled little brown hole. Shay thought she had prepared herself for penetration by me.
That is when she has a good look at my hard cock for the second time. It is almost as big as her hand, in both length and girth. The bumps on the shaft are neatly positioned 2 inches apart from each other from base to end. The shaft is covered with large veins are pulsating in time with my heartbeat. At

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