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The doorman of the swanky high-rise apartment building never failed to give Hicks the hairy eyeball each time the soldier tromped through the marble-floored lobby in his combat boots, even though it had been months since he'd moved in permanently. Excella's influence, though, seemed enough to keep the doorman-- and everyone else in the complex, for that matter-- from complaining about his presence. Not that Hicks really gave a shit about what they thought. Hell, sometimes he even enjoyed the fact that he was tweaking their noses just by being there.
Life was good, no doubt about it. Despite many opportunities to start using his skills in a more corporate arena, Hicks still preferred to do his fighting down and dirty, much to the dismay of the building's cleaning staff. And waiting at the end of that walk across the lobby and that long elevator ride to the penthouses were a pair of women who, behind closed doors, would hardly be recognizable as a shrewd and powerful businesswoman and a highly-skilled combat medic, not when Hicks was guaranteed to be assaulted the moment he arrived by Rebecca and Excella's ravenous need to have their holes-- any and all of them-- stuffed with his cock, pounded hard, and filled to overflowing with his cum.
In fact, most of the time when he rode that elevator with one or both of them, they didn't even make it to the penthouse before his dick was being swallowed hungrily.
Smiling at the memory of the last time Rebecca had managed to draw a load out of him in less than sixty floors, he unlocked the door and stepped through, wondering just what his fuck slaves would have in store for him tonight.
Life was good, no doubt about it. Despite many opportunities to start using his skills in a more corporate arena, Hicks still preferred to do his fighting down and dirty, much to the dismay of the building's cleaning staff. And waiting at the end of that walk across the lobby and that long elevator ride to the penthouses were a pair of women who, behind closed doors, would hardly be recognizable as a shrewd and powerful businesswoman and a highly-skilled combat medic, not when Hicks was guaranteed to be assaulted the moment he arrived by Rebecca and Excella's ravenous need to have their holes-- any and all of them-- stuffed with his cock, pounded hard, and filled to overflowing with his cum.
In fact, most of the time when he rode that elevator with one or both of them, they didn't even make it to the penthouse before his dick was being swallowed hungrily.
Smiling at the memory of the last time Rebecca had managed to draw a load out of him in less than sixty floors, he unlocked the door and stepped through, wondering just what his fuck slaves would have in store for him tonight.
