20demayo Chapter 294: [R18]Thinking with the Wrong Head
Chapter 294: [R18]Thinking with the Wrong Head
Nash settled more comfortably into the guest chair, his legs spread wide to give Dahlia more space.Lost in terror of the Red Zone and broken by the turn of events, the secretary was working frantically, driven by pure survival instinct.
Nash, on the other hand, maintained a marble-like calm, almost disconnected from the whirlwind of flesh moving on him.
His immense rough hands wrapped possessively around the young woman’s bare ass, his fingers sinking deep into her tender flesh.
Less than two meters away, Harlan wasn’t missing a single second of the show. Sprawled behind the executive desk, his forehead glistening with greasy sweat, the usurper was frantically massaging his own pants, his sexual frustration and arousal skyrocketing with every stifled moan escaping the secretary’s lips.
The gears of his system were going wild on Nash’s retina, his lust level dangerously flirting with the red zone.
Nash planted his thumbs into Dahlia’s hips, stabilizing the rhythm without breaking contact, and slightly lifted his chin. His green eyes locked directly onto Harlan’s piggish gaze.
"You heard me right, I know a few things about the woman. But... You really want to talk about her flaws in front of your bums, Harlan?" Nash began. "A secret like that is traded between real men. I have a joker on Victoria that will force her to crawl at your feet without you having to lift a finger. A special and personal rot so dark she won’t escape it. But I don’t release that kind of merchandise in front of the rabble. In the streets, state secrets are handled between bosses."
Harlan blinked, his brain completely liquefied by the promise of finally possessing Victoria and by the pornographic spectacle playing out on his guest chair. His "boss" posture collapsed under a wave of sickly insecurity. He raised his head toward his four armed henchmen who were still smoking in the corners of the room.
"Get out," Harlan said in a tense voice trembling with barely contained excitement. "All of you."
The four goons looked at each other, deeply confused. One of them took a step forward, hand on the butt of his gun.
"Boss... Are you sure? We should probably stay in the corners. This guy is a public danger, we can’t leave you alone with him."
Marcus’s insinuation struck Harlan’s vulnerable ego head-on. Being contradicted by his own lackey in front of the King of Blacklist drove him into a rage. His face turned beet red, veins bulging on his bloated temples.
"Shut the fuck up!" he roared, slamming his fist on the oak desk. "Get out! All of you, damn it! Wait in the hallway and make sure no one enters, you hear me? I’m the one in charge here, not you! Get the fuck out!"
The guards exchanged one last concerned look of reproach, surrendering to their master’s madness. They grabbed their packs of cigarettes and headed for the exit, escorting the club hostess who had hastily gotten dressed. The double doors closed with a dull thud, the electronic lock engaging from the outside.
Silence fell over the profaned sanctuary, disturbed only by the wet sounds of fluids and skins slapping together. They were now in private. Just Nash, Dahlia, Aiko still prostrated near the sofa, and Harlan, panting behind his desk.
Dahlia, straddling Nash on the leather guest chair, had her thighs spread wide, completely submitted to the giant’s merciless rhythm. Her secretary skirt was hiked all the way up to her waist, exposing her dripping pussy.
Nash’s long, massive, veiny cock violently spread her swollen, drenched pussy lips apart as she sank down onto him.
The thick head pushed her open with brutal force, stretching her tight walls inch by inch until she was fully impaled on his enormous shaft.
"Ahh...! Oh my god... I can’t... mmmhh... fuck... Nash...!" Dahlia moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back from the overwhelming intensity.
Her hands desperately gripped his broad shoulders, nails digging into his muscles as she kept riding him.
"Ahhn... yes... deeper... mmmh... I can feel you so deep inside me... oh fuck... it’s splitting me open... ahhh...!"
And cherry on top, Nash’s passive, multiplying every sensation tenfold. Every friction of his thick cock against her inner walls sent electric waves of pleasure through her body, making her pussy clench and gush even more. Dahlia’s moans grew louder and more vulgar, completely out of control.
"Mmmhh... yes... fuck me... your cock is destroying my pussy... ahhn... I can’t stop... mmmh... I’m cumming again... oh god... ahhhh!!"
Nash remained coldly calm, his rough fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing hard. He guided her movements, forcing her to bounce harder on his cock. The wet, obscene slapping sounds of her soaked pussy taking his massive length increased — plap... plap... plap — as her juices ran down his balls and soaked the leather chair.
Harlan watched the scene with a skyrocketing lust, sweat pouring down his face, his hand frantically rubbing his own crotch. His eyes were glued to the way Nash’s thick cock disappeared into Dahlia’s stretched pussy, the way her ass jiggled with every violent thrust, and the broken, shameless moans pouring from her lips.
What was even happening here? Why we’re there here in the first place? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t even think, he ignored that he was the head of a pornhouse now.
He had all the girls, but he only wanted what Nash was having.
Dahlia was completely broken. Her head fell back, eyes rolled up, mouth open in continuous moans as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.
"Ahhn... Nash... I’m cumming again... mmmhh... your cock is too good... fuck... don’t stop... ahhhh!!!"
That... This thing... It was worth way more than any other bitch around.
Now that he had Harlan pinned in his own web of arrogance, Nash refused to give the man even a second to recover.
He pressed the advantage, turning the moment into a deliberate, theatrical lesson in what real power looked like down here in the underground’s rotten heart.
He raised his cold green eyes toward the floor.
Aiko was still on her knees in the mess, trembling with silent sobs, her shoulders hunched.
"Come here, Aiko. Come help Dahlia take care of your new boss’s partner. Now."
Aiko froze, staring up at him in confusion. Her brain couldn’t process the sudden shift. They were supposed to be on the same side. None of Nash’s brutal actions made sense, not his betrayal, and certainly not the savage, spitting argument he had just weaponized against Victoria.
Sensing her hesitation, Nash leaned down.
"Do it like usual. If you know what’s good for you... just obey me."
For a moment she frowned. Then her eyes widened. She saw it, the familiar gleam in those green eyes. The same look that had always made her stomach drop and her thighs press together.
The look that told her that in this hell, there was a light. Her breath caught.
At this point, she had no way of knowing, no way of understanding. But she had one important thing, her trust for Nash flirting with the maximum value.
She rose onto shaky knees and crawled across the thick carpet toward him.
Nash’s huge hands closed around her arms. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, guiding her forward until her body pressed flush against Dahlia’s warm, slick skin.
And just like that, Nash had physically and psychologically ripped Aiko from Harlan’s hands and placed her directly under his own control, shielding her from the immediate threat Reiss represented.
Harlan, completely hypnotized by the scene and the feeling of absolute power, watched the spectacle with savage greed.
Seeing Blacklist’s star player orchestrating the situation right in front of him, in the profaned office of Victoria, flattered his vulnerable narcissism beyond imagination.
He thought he was the director when he was only a spectator trapped in a spider’s web.
Dahlia kept grinding her soaked pussy along the heavy length of Nash’s cock, slowly smearing fresh cream up and down the veined shaft with every roll of her hips.
The wet, obscene sound of slick folds dragging over hot skin filled the office. Her juices were already dripping down the side of Nash’s leg, soaking into the expensive leather seat beneath them.
Nash turned his head, lips brushing Aiko’s ear.
"Give me your tongue."
Aiko hesitated for half a second, then parted her lips. Nash claimed her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Their tongues slid together immediately, hot and messy.
He sucked on hers, drawing it deeper, then chased it back into her mouth. Saliva spilled from the corner of his lips and ran down his chin in a shiny trail.
Aiko made a small, broken sound into the kiss as Nash’s tongue fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting her, taking the space.
One of his massive hands slid down her back and gripped her ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading it.
All the while Dahlia kept grinding.
The wet *schlick-schlick* of her folds sliding along Nash’s cock grew louder, filthier. Every time she rolled forward the fat head of his cock caught against her clit and she shuddered, adding another fresh gush of cream that ran down the thick shaft and pooled where it met his thigh.
Nash broke the kiss just enough to speak against Aiko’s wet lips.
"Good girl, Dahlia." His hand left Aiko’s ass and moved to Dahlia’s, gripping one plush cheek and squeezing hard. "Now let Aiko have her turn. Move."
Dahlia whined. She tried to lift herself off the massive cock she had been using, but her greedy cunt refused to surrender. She clenched hard around the thick shaft, walls fluttering and milking every ridge and vein as she dragged herself upward inch by torturous inch.
The friction was insane, her pussy made a loud, wet sucking sound as it finally released the head, then a sudden, violent squirt exploded out of her.
A hot, clear jet of fluids sprayed in a messy arc, splattering across Aiko’s stomach and tits, streaking up Nash’s chest. It ran in shiny rivulets down Aiko’s skin and dripped from the underside of Nash’s cock.
Aiko flinched hard.
"Ah—! Fuck, what the hell?!"
Dahlia’s entire body shuddered. She let out a fragmented and blissful scream as she was hit by the orgasm. Her body shook so badly that she nearly fell on top of Nash.
"S-sorry... Nash, I... I couldn’t hold it... it felt... too fucking good when I pulled off..."
Her voice was all broken, shaky, trembling with aftershocks. The clear liquid continued to ooze feebly from her shivering cunt, puddling onto the chair that had already been desecrated.
Aiko looked down at the mess that covered her body, contorting her face in a grimace that gradually turned into something more sinister, shame, arousal, a twisted little pleasure that got her clitoris pounding.
Before she could say anything, Nash’s hand went up, two heavy fingers licking up a dribble of Dahlia’s squirt from his own chest.
"Lick."
Aiko looked up at him, a little annoyed being ordered again like that, but still obeyed. Her tongue slipped out and dragged slowly over his fingers, tasting the sweet-tangy flavor of another woman’s orgasm.
The act sent a fresh rush of wetness between her own legs. She licked his fingers with love, her cheeks flushing, and the small, complicit smile she had been fighting finally broke through.
Nash’s cock stood free now, monstrous, heavy, throbbing. The thick shaft was completely glazed in milky white cream and clear squirt, veins standing out, the fat head flushed and leaking a steady bead of pre-cum that rolled down the underside.
Aiko climbed into position, hands braced on Nash’s broad shoulders. She looked at him, giving him a questioning stare, then accusatory, one eyebrow raised like she wanted to ask him something without telling it.
And there, Nash only gave her that slow, teasing smile that always melted her heart.
Her eyes twitched. An explosion of emotion and excitement tore through her heart. She held back a complicit smile and her small hand wrapped around Nash’s burning dick.
She couldn’t even close her fingers around it.
She dragged the fat, leaking head slowly through her own soaked folds, coating it even more, letting it catch on her entrance again and again until her thighs shook.
Then she sank down.
The broad crown forced her pussy lips apart with obscene resistance. For a long second it felt impossible, too thick, too blunt, stretching her entrance wider than it had ever gone.
Then the head popped inside with a wet *pop* and a sharp, broken gasp tore from Aiko’s throat.
"Oh... fuck—! It’s... splitting me.... Nash, it’s so fucking thick... "
Nash didn’t wait. His hands clamped on her hips and he dragged her down the rest of the way in one brutal motion. Inch after thick, veined inch disappeared inside her until her ass met his thighs and the head kissed her cervix. Aiko’s back arched hard. A broken, slutty cry ripped from her throat.
"AAAAH—! Too deep—! I can feel it in my stomach—!"
She tried to muffle herself by burying her face against the solid wall of Nash’s chest, but every powerful upward thrust punched another shameless sound out of her.
"Nnngh—! Fuck—! Urrgh—! Oooh—!"
Her pussy made loud, wet squelching noises around the pistoning cock, creamy froth gathering at the stretched entrance and dripping down Nash’s balls in thick strings.
Every time he pulled back her pussy lips clung to the shaft, reluctant to let go, before he slammed back in and forced another gush of her juices out.
Dahlia, still shaking and twitching from the many orgasms she had, shifted her weight. She climbed over to Nash’s other thigh, her skin feeling hot and sticky.
She didn’t waste any time, reaching up to grab his face with both of her hands, leaned in and kissed him like she had been starving for days and he was the only thing that could feed her.
It was deep and messy, the kind of French kiss where their tongues fought and danced together, swapping spit in a way that was completely shameless.
You could actually hear the wet sounds of their mouths moving together, and a thin string of saliva started to shine on their chins, but neither of them cared about being clean right now.
Right on Nash, Aiko was still going at it. She was bouncing and jolting up and down on his cock, her body shaking with every hard hit. It was a crazy sight, but that is just how they did things.
Dahlia let out a loud moan right into Nash’s mouth, her voice muffled. As she kissed him, she started grinding her pussy against his thigh again.
She was still dripping wet from her climax, and as she rubbed herself against him, she just added more fluid to the growing puddle on the leather seat. It was getting slippery and messy, but in the best way possible.
The executive office was saturated with it now.
Harlan couldn’t take it anymore.
He had watched too long. Watched Nash’s massive cock disappear again and again into Aiko’s tight cunt while Dahlia tongue-fucked the giant’s mouth like a starving slut.
Every time Nash bottomed out, Aiko let out a broken, vulgar moan that went straight to Harlan’s cock.
Man had two heads, but the one with a brain couldn’t function right now.
He swet a lot, his breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. He was right there, right on the edge, and Nash was still casually using both girls like it meant nothing.
Harlan snapped.
He lurched to his feet, face flushed and wild, and staggered forward. His cock bobbed heavily in front of him as he reached for Aiko, intent on yanking her off Nash’s lap and bending her over the desk so he could slam into her ass and finally, finally empty the burning load that was driving him insane.
Nash didn’t even look up at first.
One of his huge hands slid down Aiko’s sweat-slick back, gripped her ass cheek, thumb pressing firmly right over her tight little asshole, blocking any access.
At the same time he slammed her down hard onto his cock, grinding their hips together in a slow, filthy circle, her creamy pussy squelching and sucking around the thick base as he forced every inch as deep as it would go. Aiko’s eyes rolled back. A high, broken moan tore out of her.
Harlan froze mid-lunge, cock throbbing painfully in his own grip.
Nash finally lifted his cold green eyes to him.
"Nope. These holes are mine."
Harlan’s face twisted.
"Move your fucking hand. I’m taking her ass right now!"
"You’re not." Nash’s tone dropped. "You’re going to stand there with your swollen cock in your hand and you’re going to listen."
He punctuated the words by lifting Aiko slightly and slamming her back down. Aiko moaned again, louder, and Nash leaned over and sucking Dahlia’s tongue back into his mouth.
Harlan’s hand moved on his own dick without permission, stroking fast and desperate. His balls hurt. His cock felt like it was going to burst. Pre-cum kept spilling but nothing else came out. The denial was killing him.
"You think you can take all the pussies?!" Harlan snarled. "You forget where you are, Blaze? This is my territory! I need to release this pressure right now. If you don’t move, my men come in and we finish this another way!"
Nash broke the kiss with Dahlia, a thick string of saliva still connecting their lips, and looked straight at Harlan.
"Be patient," Nash said, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "I didn’t say you wouldn’t get pussy. I said I’d give you one pussy. The best one."