Fic: If I Sing a Sad Song, Would You Give it to Me?
A/N: A bunch of us decided to write a mmom story around this picture and post it on the same day, so this is mine. This story is dedicated to the sexy ladies of the Order of the Wank (namely: elrhiarhodan , hoosierbitch , afiawri , coffeethyme4me , photoash and daria234 ).
Title is a lyric from the song “How You Like Me Now?” by The Heavy.
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Neal couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and yet he couldn’t turn away.
“You like that, don’t you?” Vincent Adler was saying to Kate. He had his hand in her hair, pulling. “Don’t you, you dirty bitch?”
She nodded and closed her eyes, tears leaking out as she struggled to deep throat the billionaire without gagging. She was only marginally successful.
“Look at you. Look at you,” Adler said quietly as he fucked into her mouth.
Neal had been invited to spend the weekend at Adler’s house in the Hamptons. He didn’t delude himself into thinking the gesture was significant at all; more than a dozen other employees had been extended the invitation. Adler was hosting a large party the following night to celebrate a particularly profitable quarter, and he had decided to invite a few of his favorites to stay. Neal knew it would be more of a working weekend than what it seemed, so he hadn’t really been looking forward to it.
But this sight before him - he was completely unprepared for this. And for his reaction.
He’d arrived less than an hour ago, stowed his things in the room the maid had shown him and set off to explore the mansion, to get his bearings to be sure, but also to get a quick inventory of Adler’s art. Not that he’d have taken anything, but his professional curiosity had gotten the better of him. He was on the second floor, had already taken in the brightly lit gallery and the floor-to-ceiling display of framed art works as varied as a minor Vermeer to a tiny Dali. He had to admit he was impressed.
He had returned to his own room when the sound of a woman’s voice reached his ears. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it was unmistakably Kate. A thrill of excitement made his heart beat faster and he almost shivered at the prospect of seeing her. Mozzie would be appalled, and rightfully so. Neal had fallen hard for the girl, and there was nothing to be done about it. Just the thought of her sweet face and wide, trusting eyes made his stomach hurt.
Neal followed the voice through an adjoining dressing room to another bedroom. As he was about to knock on the connecting door, which stood ajar, he heard a man’s voice as well. Stepping closer, he peered through the opening and saw Kate. She was not alone.
She stood in the center of the room in her underwear. Adler was there, walking toward her, loosening his tie.
“Get on your knees,” Adler said to her. Neal blinked in shock. His tone was sneering, hate-filled. And much to Neal’s surprise, Kate complied.
“You know what to do,” Adler said, his voice quiet yet commanding.
Kate nodded, reached up and undid the man’s pants, pulled his dick out and began caressing it. After a minute, she took it into her mouth and began to blow him. “Fuck yeah,” Adler groaned, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Neal watched, horrified and transfixed, as the girl he thought he could love blew their boss, on her knees like some common whore. Disappointingly, shamefully, he felt the familiar rush of blood to his groin as his cock responded to the erotic images before him. He unclasped his hands and reached down with his left, cupping his erection and stroking it with his thumb. He felt disgusted with himself and yet he didn’t leave. He couldn’t move.
“Oh, my God, I’m gonna come,” Adler was saying.
Kate pulled her head back, Adler’s dick popping out of her mouth with an audible sound. He tried to shove his dick back between her lips, but she pulled back farther. She looked up at him, her lips swollen, glistening. Her eyes were wide, looking directly into his, but soon they narrowed as her expression turned defiant.
“Fine. I’ll come on your tits, then,” Adler told her, taking his cock into his hand and jacking at it harshly.
That was enough for Neal. Appalled - with Adler of course but mostly with himself - he crept back into his room without a sound. He stood near the bed, unsure what to do, breathing through his nose to calm himself.
Poor Kate, he thought, reduced to servicing that pig. If Neal hadn’t already planned to take him for a bundle, he’d certainly be planning it now, that was for sure, and convincing Kate to help. Witnessing that scene only strengthened Neal’s resolve to follow through on the con he and Mozzie had devised.
Calm now, he crossed over to the mirror. He smoothed his hair, put on his jacket and made sure his tie was straight before leaving the room and going down to the pool where a cocktail party was about to start for all the house guests.
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Kate got up off her knees and grabbed Adler roughly by his tie, fixing him with an angry glare. “I’d watch it with the bitch talk if I were you, Vincent. I’m the one with your dick in my mouth.” She let him go and stalked over to the bed, picking up her robe. She intended to take a shower before the party, get his stink off her.
“It was effective, though, don’t you think?” he drawled, lighting up a cigar.
Kate rolled her eyes. “Yeah, maybe. Doesn’t make me feel less shitty about it, though.”
“Come on, we needed him to want to ride to your rescue, and now he will. It’ll all work out.”
“Whatever. What makes you think he’s the one to track down that damn music box, anyway?”
He crossed over to her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Because he’s smart, he’s got balls, and he’d do it for you.”
“Let’s hope you’re right. I’m getting tired of this charade.”
“In good time, my dear. In good time.”
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Thank you for your time.
Title is a lyric from the song “How You Like Me Now?” by The Heavy.
----
Neal couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and yet he couldn’t turn away.
“You like that, don’t you?” Vincent Adler was saying to Kate. He had his hand in her hair, pulling. “Don’t you, you dirty bitch?”
She nodded and closed her eyes, tears leaking out as she struggled to deep throat the billionaire without gagging. She was only marginally successful.
“Look at you. Look at you,” Adler said quietly as he fucked into her mouth.
Neal had been invited to spend the weekend at Adler’s house in the Hamptons. He didn’t delude himself into thinking the gesture was significant at all; more than a dozen other employees had been extended the invitation. Adler was hosting a large party the following night to celebrate a particularly profitable quarter, and he had decided to invite a few of his favorites to stay. Neal knew it would be more of a working weekend than what it seemed, so he hadn’t really been looking forward to it.
But this sight before him - he was completely unprepared for this. And for his reaction.
He’d arrived less than an hour ago, stowed his things in the room the maid had shown him and set off to explore the mansion, to get his bearings to be sure, but also to get a quick inventory of Adler’s art. Not that he’d have taken anything, but his professional curiosity had gotten the better of him. He was on the second floor, had already taken in the brightly lit gallery and the floor-to-ceiling display of framed art works as varied as a minor Vermeer to a tiny Dali. He had to admit he was impressed.
He had returned to his own room when the sound of a woman’s voice reached his ears. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it was unmistakably Kate. A thrill of excitement made his heart beat faster and he almost shivered at the prospect of seeing her. Mozzie would be appalled, and rightfully so. Neal had fallen hard for the girl, and there was nothing to be done about it. Just the thought of her sweet face and wide, trusting eyes made his stomach hurt.
Neal followed the voice through an adjoining dressing room to another bedroom. As he was about to knock on the connecting door, which stood ajar, he heard a man’s voice as well. Stepping closer, he peered through the opening and saw Kate. She was not alone.
She stood in the center of the room in her underwear. Adler was there, walking toward her, loosening his tie.
“Get on your knees,” Adler said to her. Neal blinked in shock. His tone was sneering, hate-filled. And much to Neal’s surprise, Kate complied.
“You know what to do,” Adler said, his voice quiet yet commanding.
Kate nodded, reached up and undid the man’s pants, pulled his dick out and began caressing it. After a minute, she took it into her mouth and began to blow him. “Fuck yeah,” Adler groaned, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Neal watched, horrified and transfixed, as the girl he thought he could love blew their boss, on her knees like some common whore. Disappointingly, shamefully, he felt the familiar rush of blood to his groin as his cock responded to the erotic images before him. He unclasped his hands and reached down with his left, cupping his erection and stroking it with his thumb. He felt disgusted with himself and yet he didn’t leave. He couldn’t move.
“Oh, my God, I’m gonna come,” Adler was saying.
Kate pulled her head back, Adler’s dick popping out of her mouth with an audible sound. He tried to shove his dick back between her lips, but she pulled back farther. She looked up at him, her lips swollen, glistening. Her eyes were wide, looking directly into his, but soon they narrowed as her expression turned defiant.
“Fine. I’ll come on your tits, then,” Adler told her, taking his cock into his hand and jacking at it harshly.
That was enough for Neal. Appalled - with Adler of course but mostly with himself - he crept back into his room without a sound. He stood near the bed, unsure what to do, breathing through his nose to calm himself.
Poor Kate, he thought, reduced to servicing that pig. If Neal hadn’t already planned to take him for a bundle, he’d certainly be planning it now, that was for sure, and convincing Kate to help. Witnessing that scene only strengthened Neal’s resolve to follow through on the con he and Mozzie had devised.
Calm now, he crossed over to the mirror. He smoothed his hair, put on his jacket and made sure his tie was straight before leaving the room and going down to the pool where a cocktail party was about to start for all the house guests.
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Kate got up off her knees and grabbed Adler roughly by his tie, fixing him with an angry glare. “I’d watch it with the bitch talk if I were you, Vincent. I’m the one with your dick in my mouth.” She let him go and stalked over to the bed, picking up her robe. She intended to take a shower before the party, get his stink off her.
“It was effective, though, don’t you think?” he drawled, lighting up a cigar.
Kate rolled her eyes. “Yeah, maybe. Doesn’t make me feel less shitty about it, though.”
“Come on, we needed him to want to ride to your rescue, and now he will. It’ll all work out.”
“Whatever. What makes you think he’s the one to track down that damn music box, anyway?”
He crossed over to her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Because he’s smart, he’s got balls, and he’d do it for you.”
“Let’s hope you’re right. I’m getting tired of this charade.”
“In good time, my dear. In good time.”
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Thank you for your time.