Page 8 of The Doctor's Twins

“I’m in a hurry.”

The man nodded and scurried away down a passage. He was back five minutes later with a knowing grin plastered across his fat face.

“Come, please. Cindy is ready for you.”

He led me to my usual suite where he stood back and waited. I took out the precise amount of cash from my pocket and placed it into his grubby paw.

“Gracias,” he grinned and left the room.

The suite was the finest money could buy. My money. I heard the door open behind me and turned.

“Hello, handsome,” a beautiful redheaded woman with a broken English accent purred as she entered.

“Hello, Candy,” I smiled, hard as a rock at the thought of what was to come.

“I’ve missed you,” she cooed.

“Yeah, I’ve been a little busy.”

“Too busy for Cindy?” she pouted and moved seductively closer.

Cindy knew exactly what I wanted. We had a routine. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. She took out my cock and sucked it, then stopped. She stood to her feet, paused for effect, and then slapped me hard across the face.

The burning sensation on my cheek was akin to the best cocaine I had ever had. I grabbed her by her wrists and threw her across the room. The whore landed with a thump.

“You slut!” I shouted at the cowering woman on the ground.

I took off my shirt and pants with urgency and made my way to where she lay.

“Come here,” I barked and grabbed her by the hair.

Cindy squealed as I yanked her up and threw her against the wall. I ripped her gossamer gown off her body and slapped her hard on her peachy ass. She let out a soft cry as the slap left a red welt on her butt cheek.

“You’ve been a bad bitch, haven’t you?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” she cried as I picked her up and shoved my cock into her mouth.

“Make it better,” I groaned as she pleasured me.

She stopped suddenly and pulled away. I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, face down. I was so hard I could have used my dick as a jack to lift a car.

The whore tried to break free from my grip but I held her down and bit the back of her shoulder so hard I drew blood. She screamed from the pain while I rammed her until I came with a roar of pleasure.

She lay on the covers while I dressed. Her shoulder was bleeding where I’d bitten and her cheek was swollen where I’d hit her.

“I’m sorry if I was a little rougher than usual, baby,” I said.

I didn’t want to ruin a good thing so I threw a few bills down on the nightstand. She smiled and took it.

“Thank you, handsome,” she managed.

I had a shower and got dressed while she lay there. I was ready to go home to my wife.

3

PEYTON

Ididn’t see the punch coming. It took me completely by surprise. The momentum threw me to the floor where I lay on the expensive living room Persian rug, worried that the blood streaming from my nose would ruin its intricately hand-woven perfection.

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