Get cleaned up

You feel exhausted. Your hole aches, your throat is sore, and you still have tears in your eyes. Despite all of this... you still are not sure if you liked it or not. Alfred had dominated you, used you as nothing more than a hole for his cock but you still got off and even now you were not sure what the point of doing this was. You weren't sure if you actually needed to fuck Alfred to help Johnny with his story and now you weren't sure how you were gonna tell Johnny that you let Alfred fuck you.

As you thought about all of this Alfred, who had been laying on top of you, made to slowly move off of you. His cock was much softer but still rather thick and you felt it slide out of your slick, sore hole. Alfred stood, moved to the side table and grabbed his phone. He began typing quickly and then stopped typing as he looked at you.

Then, without warning he flipped you over so you were on your back. Your eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a little in excitement. But Alfred did not touch you once he had flipped you, he only looked at you. Then, he raised his phone and took a couple pictures of your cum covered cock, your puffy eyes, and your flushed face.

Alfred then gave you a real, genuine smile. He had very white teeth, you noticed. He then leaned down, gave you a quick kiss, pinched your nipple and then gave you an affirming pat on the chest.

"Your money is in the account now. I'd offer you a towel but honestly, I like the idea of you covered in cum and riding the El back to your place." He said with a smirk. He then turned toward what you assumed must have been his private bathroom and you heard the shower running. "You can take the service elevator back down, don't want my doorman to think I **** my handyman and as long as you don't steal anything I'm sure I'll have you back sometime."

Those were the last words he ever said to you. You dressed quickly and scurried to the front door. You were reaching for the door handle when you noticed the side table next to the door and remembered the piece of mail. You looked behind you to make sure that Alfred was not there. Even though the coast was clear you still remembered his last note about not stealing anything. You instead, as subtly as you could, took pictures of his mail before you walked out the door and into the service elevator.