It's a week before her new phone vibrates and makes an irritating alert noise, alerting her to the fact that Charlie plans to come over again. It's only a date and a time, and it takes her a moment to realize that it's a notification from her calendar app. Charlie hadn't even been bothered to text, like a normal person, she'd simply penciled herself in for some Saturday night fun.

She snorts as she looks at the large block of time that Charlie had requested, "We both know that she can't last half an hour, let alone three hours." Santana rolled her eyes. She would have to cancel her plans to invite Rachel and a few friends over, to show them the amazing apartment. She'd finally finished unpacking and sure, there were a few more things that she needed to buy, but at the very least the apartment was finally habitable.

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Her body coils in anticipation, the feeling starting deep in her lower abdomen before practically exploding out, as the orgasm rips through her body, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure, her toes curling as she tightens her legs which are wrapped around Charlie's waist, trying to lock her inside. "Fuck," she cries out tossing her head back as Charlie pushes her hips forward and begins to grind her hips slowly against her, her dick hitting all the right spots, extending her orgasm for what felt like forever.

What was it her fifth? Sixth body-shaking orgasm of the day? She'd lost count, all she knew as her legs relaxed and hit the bed, was that Charlie had managed to match her as much as humanly possible, and she half expects to feel the warmth of Charlie's cum again. She can't help the small whine that escapes her lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness. With a bit of effort, she weakly raises her head and looks at Charlie who had knelt down in front of her, and had pushed her legs apart.

Her pussy clenches in anticipation as Charlie's hot breath hits her clit and she's certain she can feel some of Charlie's cum leak out and slowly. There had been a few clients that had enjoyed eating her out before, but never when she was filled to the brim with their cum, and certainly not when she was a bundle of sensitivity at this moment.

Charlie leans forward, and gently runs her finger along Santana's clit, before tweaking it and watching as Santana's back arches and she lets out a weak moan. She had certainly made her point, but she wasn't even close to being done. Not today. She still had a solid hour before she was supposed to be meeting with a new investor for a work dinner. She leans forward and flicks her tongue along Santana's clit, immediately moving her hands to catch Santana's legs which had tried to close in on her head.

"God fucking damnit." Santana said reaching down weakly to try and push Charlie's head away, if anyone touched her pussy now, she'd fucking try and murder them. This hadn't happened before. No one had fucked her like this before, and sure she'd been with clients all night, but it was only a few orgasms before they fell asleep. Charlie had only been going for a couple of hours. How the hell was her dick still rock hard?

Charlie smiles and leans forward, wrapping her lips around Santana's clit, as her arms wrap around Santana's legs to hold them in place. With a hum she slowly plays with the tip of Santana's clit, teasing it with everything she had.

Her body convulses, and her pussy twitches as her body is hit with a smaller orgasm, almost immediately and she gently tries to push Charlie's head away. "Come on, please?" She just needed a minute or two to compose herself. To let her body rest, it had been awhile since she'd had mind blowing sex like this, and even though she half expects Charlie to continue sucking on her clit, the billionaire lets go and stands back up. "Oh god, thank—"

"We're not done," Charlie says taking a seat on the bed beside her. She makes a gesture towards her dick, which is still at full mast and coated with her rapidly drying juices. "I've done most of the work, your turn. Ride me."

Santana winces at the order, and glances down at Charlie's dick, wishing it was smaller, and that she could move her legs. She didn't want the twat-waffle to win a round against her, and she needed to buy time. "So, what did you use?" She asks.

"Huh?" Charlie frowns crinkling her nose in confusion.

"Cialis? Viagra? You're clearly doping," Santana says reaching for Charlie's dick with her hands, maybe she could bring her off with just a quick hand job.

Charlie's brow rose at the comment, "You think I'm using performance enhancers because you can't keep up?" She waits for a moment before gently prying Santana's hand from her dick, "I don't want a hand job, I asked for you to ride me."

Santana balks at the idea of moving—but there was no way she was riding anything tonight. "I can't."

Charlie's eyes flick over Santana's body for a moment before she stands back up and moves to the side of the bed. "Very well then."

Santana winces, "I can give you another blowjob," she offers, she could probably get away with that. A few tricks that Charlie had never seen or felt before and she'd be coming in no time. It would be enough to let her take back some of the power she was certain she'd given up to this spoiled brat.

Charlie doesn't respond to the offer instead wrapping her hand firmly around her dick, she begins to slowly pump it. Her hand begins to move faster as Santana shuffles to try and wrap her lips around the tip like she'd done earlier that day, Santana's movement force her to take a step back as she cums, making sure that ropey shot hits Santana on the face and chest, stunning the escort.

Santana's jaw drops as she feels the warm sticky cum slowly drip down her cheek and onto her chest. She was too stunned at Charlie's actions to say anything as the billionaire slowly begins to dress. She tries to articulate the rage that is burning deep inside of her but no words come out. She can't even think of the right words as Charlie smirks at her as she straightens her stupidly expensive jacket out.

"Perhaps you should look into performance enhancing drugs if you wish to keep up with me," Charlie informs her as she fixes her sleeves. With that said Charlie turns around and leaves Santana laying their, her cum drying on her face and she can't help but smirk.

Santana waits until she hears the front door close before letting out a frustrated yell, as she wipes her face as best as she can, her anger spiking when she feels some cum that had landed in her hair. She was going to wipe that smug smirk off Charlie's face and next time she'd be the one begging her.