Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 15

Brandon pressed up behind her, hands boldly groping her spectacular body. He almost shoved her into the bathroom in his ardor, forcing her to lean forward and brace herself with extended arms to either side of the door. Her horny former CFO pawed her hemline up over her hips, fingers plowing into her hot wetness. His other hand mauled her milk-laden tits, pulling down her neckline to get one leaking tit out. All while he kissed, nibbled, and sucked on her ear, neck, and shoulder.

“Wow, you are so aggressive,” she gasped out, body wiggling within his arms. “But I haven’t eaten anything since last night. Could you order something from room services, please?”

His fingers pulled out of her pussy, and started rubbing her throbbing clit. Her breath caught, insides suddenly melting into a fluttering hot mess.

“Shhh. Hush, woman,” he said straight into her ear, and then thrust his tongue in hot and wet. “We’ll worry about that later. Daddy just wants to get his dick wet first.”

He gave her tit a firm squeeze, and milk squirted out onto the bathroom floor.

“Ooooh. Okay, daddy,” she whispered, starting to pant.

“That’s right,” Brandon said. He swatted her bare butt. Thwack! “I’m your daddy, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, you’re my big, strong daddy.”

Brandon jerked her back from the door, brushed her spaghetti straps off her shoulders, and yanked the dress all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of the discarded garment, before he shoved her back against the wall. He burned his face in her tits, rubbing, kissing, sucking.

“Oh, baby,” she gasped when he started sucking on a tingling nipple, pulling a mouthful of milk out of her. “Drink deep, baby. It’s all for you.”

He paused to pull off his suit jacket, and then his shirt. Brandon then motorboated Felicity’s taut, milk-dripping tits. He licked the milk off, which had started to drip off her underboobs. She giggled and squealed, enjoying it all despite the circumstances.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”

The fired CFO stopped to shed his shoes and pants. Once he was completely naked, Brandon grabbed both tits and squashed them brutally together. Hot, steaming mother’s milk came out in twin torrents, showing him with their creamy goodness. He got his hair, face, chest soaked, letting it dribble down his body and pool on the floor.

“You have the fucking best titties.”

Brandon stepped back and slapped her right tit, making both boobs jostle. Then he slapped the left tit, then the right. Left, right, left, he slapped her tits around like a pimp punishing a hooker. Felicity cried out, staring at him in shock as he abused her boobs. Then he grabbed the back of her head, kissed her, and dragged her to the foot of the bed.

Sitting down at the very edge, he spread his legs wide. Felicity started down at him, heart sinking. She knew it wasn’t going to be a pleasant night.

This is going to be a night of angry sex, she thought. Vengeance fucking.

Felicity dropped to her knees between his spread legs. She knew what was expected, so wrapped her hand around his erection. She stroked him a few times, and then went down on her former employee. Her justifiably angry former employee.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned, taking him to the very back of her tongue before starting to bob her head.

He pulled her thick platinum mane to one side so he could watch his cock sliding in and out of her tight mouth. That only lasted a few minutes, before he pushed her off his cock.

“Titty fuck me, bitch.”

“Okay, baby, but you don’t have to be so mean. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Shut up and titty fuck me,” he commanded.

The busty blonde sighed, wrapped her tits around his erection, and started stroking. Felicity just stared straight into his leering eyes while he watched her tits pleasuring his cock. He quickly peaked, panting and sweaty.

“I’m about to come,” he gasped out. “Suck it!”

Felicity barely had time to wrap her lips around his bulbous head before hot cum came shooting into her mouth. That first load splashed against the back of her throat, and then she started sucking him dry.

“Show me.”

She tilted her face up, opened her mouth, and extended her tongue to show him all of his cum. He never looked so pleased. Then she pulled her tongue in and swallowed. She smiled at him, licking her lips.

“So how do you like me now?”

“Better, but I told you to shut the fuck up,” he said, wrapping his hands around her throat. He squeezed, cutting her air off. Felicity started to panic, but he quickly released her throat. “Don’t speak unless asked a question, whore.”

Before she could wrap her mind around that command, Brandon dragged her up onto the bed by her hair. He positioned Felicity on her back in the middle, and then crawled up between her wide spread legs.

“I won’t be eating your wallowed out hole,” he sneered. “There’s a week’s work of spunge up there.”

“Uggh!” she grunted when he thrust into her. “You bastard.”

“I said shut the fuck up,” he growled, wrapping his hands around the throat and squeezing again.

Brandon choke-fucked her for the longest time, only easing up around her throat enough to keep her conscious. Even so, Felicity was sure he would murder her. Probably leave her naked body in the bed. But instead, he released her throat and flipped her over onto all fours.

And promptly plowed into her ass.

“Ooooh, you are such a stupid prick,” she groaned.

He alternated between swatting her butt, really hard, and yanking her hair. Brandon wrote the book on angry fucking for the next few minutes, but at the same time she couldn’t deny how his cock ravished her body and emotions. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure. And then it felt amazing as he pounded harder and faster!

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed. Her insides peaking. “Fuck me! Fuuuuuck ME!”

Divine euphoria erupted. It washed through her overheated body in the most wonderful pulses. He kept right on slamming into her, making her meaty butt quiver with the impacts. Until, he stiffed and unleashed deep inside the blonde beauty.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby,” she whispered. “You are my daddy. My big daddy.”

“Damn right,” he sneered.

Brandon slowly pulled out with a pop, and grinned as cum rushed out and down her inner thighs. What a mess!

He crawled off the bed. Then he pulled her off by her hair. Felicity was getting very tired of his love of dragging her around by her hair. So many men did it, too. Then he forced her to kneel before him, his shiny wet cock in her face.

“Lick it clean, and then suck me off.”

“Can’t I use a washcloth?” she begged. “It’s nasty. You just sodomized me, for Christ’s sake.”

“It’s called Ass-to-Mouth, whore. Do it.”

He took that nasty cock in hand, palmed the back of her head, and guided it to her full lips. Felicity grimaced and resisted for a moment, so he rubbed that nasty wetness all over her face. And then he thrust into her mouth when it opened to cry out her disgust.

Her eyes rolled up, more disgusted by the act than the actual taste. Which was pretty bad. But Felicity obeyed him, licking and sucking him until his cock and balls were pristine, and then she sucked him off. It took quite a long time to get him off, but she succeeded and received another mouthful of cum.

Brandon sighed gustily, a big smile on his face. “That was better than my daydreams. Thanks for nothing, whore.”

The former CFO started dressing. She gawked at him.

“Will you at least order me something to eat?”

“Why? I gave you two big mouthfuls of cum,” he said. “That’s all the protein a whore like you needs.”

He walked to the door as soon as he was dressed, but paused with a sneer on his face.

“By the way. I only rented this room for an hour, and we’ve been here a little longer than that,” he said, and opened the door. “I suggest you get out of here before the manager comes to demand you pay for a second hour.”

Felicity froze, eyes huge. She didn’t have that kind of cash. The manager might take the rent out of her ass. Or worse, call the police. So she scrambled for her dress and raced into the bathroom to clean up as best she could. Then pulling the dress on, Felicity slipped out of the room and snuck around to the street.

Brandon was nowhere to be seen. She stood there a moment, halfway between the red light and club districts. Because Brandon was such a dick, she had to find another sugar daddy for the night. Her shoulders drooped, head hanging low.