by Amour
On one particular day Kim and Porsha went to visit their prison-bound loves and happened to be complaining about how their coworker, Angel Jacobs, thought she was better than everybody else at the law firm. That name pissed Albert off. He told them to describe her, and they did. He knew in his heart that they were talking about his daughter. A lightbulb went on in his head. He had to use these bitches to his advantage, and that was exactly what he intended to do. He was going to use them to get to her.
He would tell the girls bits and pieces of how he ended up incarcerated, blaming Angel and her mother. Since the two girls couldn’t stand Angel, they were convinced that every negative thing he said about her was true and that it was, indeed, lies that got him in prison. They couldn’t understand why a father would molest his own flesh and blood, a child he barely knew. Albert didn’t seem like that type of guy. He told them to befriend her and do whatever it took to get her to trust them. He put up fifty grand, which he would give to any man who could bring her to him. No killing needed, because he was going to handle that part.
Kim and Porsha saw the perfect opportunity when they noticed how Angel admired Cliff when he came to the office. He was down for the offer. Besides, in his mind, he wanted to fuck Angel. She was beautiful to him. Getting fifty grand for doing a little more than what he had planned was cool with him.
Albert kept his voice in Porsha’s ear, reminding her that if she got the job done, he would marry her, because that showed her loyalty to him. Porsha hadn’t had a man since high school. All she had ever got was occasional fucks from men. For a man to actually consider marrying her was a huge thing to her. She was sure the job would get done, even if she had to do it her damn self.
There were knocks at the bedroom door, causing Cliff to snap out of his daydreaming. He opened the door to find Angel dressed in nothing but her bra and panties.
“You ready for me?” he asked with a smile on his face. There was something about her that made him want more than just sex. He didn’t know what it was, because he really didn’t know shit about her.
He picked her up, placed her on the bed, and slowly slid her panties down. Angel lifted her ass up to help him get the job done faster, and he got them off, threw them on the floor, and then unsnapped her bra. She arched her back so that he could pull it all the way off. Once he did, he threw it on the floor, next to the panties.
He began nibbling on her breasts, sucking them and then blowing on them. That made her juices begin to flow, and it made her want him in her so much more. He started licking on her stomach, and then he covered it with kisses. After that, he started licking on her inner thighs. He stopped right before he reached her pussy. This was making Angel go crazy. More than anything, she hated being teased. When he felt as though he had teased her enough, he dived in.
He gently nibbled on her clit, slurped her juices, and then inserted two fingers at the same time. He twisted his fingers around in her while he sucked on her clit. Then he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Angel had her hand firmly on his head, her legs wrapped around his neck. She was inching up to the headboard, because his head game was just that good. After about five minutes of head, it was time to give her a piece of him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Magnum, ripped it open, and rolled the condom down on his dick. He swiped his dick between her pussy lips to get it wet, and then he slid it in slowly.
Angel arched her back and gripped the sheets, letting him know his dick was big. He stroked her slowly and gently because he didn’t want to hurt her. To him, she was tight and soaking wet. Her insides were warm, and he could’ve fallen asleep in her. He sped up his pace a little. He didn’t want to go too fast, afraid he might cum quickly. He wanted it to last as long as possible. As Angel closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, Cliff filled her up, causing her juices to overflow.
When she finally opened her eyes and looked in his, she saw that face that haunted her. She began to panic. What to do? What to do? Before she could even think to react, Cliff pinned her arms down and continued to beat her pussy up. He was rough and she loved it, but she needed to get rid of him. Before she could think of what to do to get him off of her, she was beginning to cum. She started shaking and losing control of her body. She climaxed, and he came shortly after. He lay there on top of her, dripping with sweat, holding his body close to hers. In her head, Cliff was the man.
“Let’s go shopping,” Cliff suggested while we cuddled under each other. We had been chilling in the suite for three days and had done something interesting every single day. It was my weekend off of work, so I didn’t have to worry about spending a minute away from him. I lifted my head up from his chest.
“Okay,” I said. No way would I turn down the offer.
We both got up to take a shower together. It was a two-person shower with two showerheads, big enough for both of us. We both got in and washed each other. When I turned around for him to wash my back, he bent me over and shoved his dick in me. My eyes got big because his dick was way past normal, so it hurt a bit. He had one hand on my shoulder and the other one holding my butt cheeks open.
Fucking was definitely Cliff’s thing, because he knew exactly how to handle me. After a few fast pumps, I begin to feel his tongue flicking across my clit. I was losing my mind, searching for something to hold on to. With nothing in my reach, I just grabbed my hair. I closed my eyes and opened them. I looked back as Cliff got up to put his dick back in me. Once again I saw that face. I stared him in the eyes, knowing I had to do something. He slid his dick in with ease and started pumping me slowly while staring me dead in the eyes.
Then I no longer saw the face I hated so much. I saw him, Cliff. He was sexy, and the way he bit his bottom lip while he looked in my eyes at the same time turned me on. I saw that face again, and I grabbed his neck. He started pumping me faster, and my tight grip loosened as my knees got weak and I felt myself about to collapse.
Cliff slid his dick out, picked me up, and lifted me up on his shoulders with my pussy smack dead in his face. He put me up against the wall, told me he wanted to taste my cum. He began eating me up. When I came for the second time, he placed me back on the floor, washed his dick off, grabbed a towel, and left me there as he exited the bathroom.
I stayed in there, washing myself completely, and then I turned the water off. I grabbed a towel and began drying off. I kept thinking about what had just occurred during our sexpisode. Why did I keep seeing his pathetic face? This had never happened to me before.
Cliff came in the bathroom fully dressed, laughing. “I swear women take forever,” he said while shaking his head. He headed over to the sink to brush his teeth.
“Don’t compare me to your other females.” I dropped my towel on the toilet and walked out. I knew he was watching me.
I slipped on my black lace Victoria’s Secret panties and bra after I sprinkled body mist all over myself. I had to make sure I smelled edible. I grabbed my red-and white-striped maxi dress out of my overnight bag. Once I got my clothes on, Cliff came into the bedroom and sat on the bed. He had on an outfit that was very similar to the one he wore the day I picked him up, except it was green.
“Sorry if I offended you,” he said with sincerity. He watched me closely, almost as if he was studying me.
“Not offended. I just want you to allow me to make my own impressions.” I was only being honest. I snapped on caramel wedge sandals and picked up the matching handbag. I also grabbed my short jeans jacket, in case it decided to get chilly. It was early October. Normally during this time of year, Chicago began to get much windier. However, today brought a nice cool breeze and sunny skies.
He nodded his head as if he agreed with me. He came up behind me and placed his arms around me and started kissing the back of my neck. After he released me, he grabbed my hand and led me out of the suite so that we could head to the mall.
Cliff’s assistant and bodyguard met us at the front entrance of the hotel in an all-black Escalade. We both
sat in the back, and then the driver pulled off. The driver was a dark-skinned guy who wore a lot of gold jewelry. He didn’t say much, mentioning only the route we would take on our journey to Woodfield Mall, located on the outskirts of Chicago. During the drive there, Cliff kept reminding me that I could get whatever my heart desired. He told me the only limit I had was the one I put on myself. I smiled and made a mental note of that. I wondered if he would want something in return because he was treating me so good. Is this how he treats all his lady friends?
They had shut the mall down for the two of us, and it made me feel special. Our first stop in the mall was the Coach store. I had always wanted a pair of Coach sneakers. I had never really had the extra money to get a pair. Cliff sat in a chair in the middle of the store and let me shop away. When I was done there, I had two pairs of shoes, two handbags, and a pair of heels in my hand. He grabbed the bags from me and handed them to his bodyguard.
“You never have to hold anything when you’re with a man,” he whispered in my ear.
I looked at him and smiled. Our next stop was True Religion. I knew nothing about this clothing line, so I sat down on one of the seats, a stool. Cliff came over to me when he noticed I had sat down.
“What you doing?” he asked me.
“I’ve never heard of this store, so I don’t think I want anything from here,” I stated.
He smiled and shook his head. “Baby, this is something you want to have in your closet. I’ll pick yo’ shit out for you, then.” He giggled. I shrugged my shoulders, giving him the okay, and then he walked off.
Then we went into a few other stores, and before long we had more than enough bags. On our way out of the mall, we spotted paparazzi snapping pictures of us. I got a little nervous, because I would hate for one of the magazines to reach Mr. Bennifeld’s hands if my picture was in it. After we were safe in the car, Cliff nudged me.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Nothing. I just don’t want my boss to get a hold of any of those pictures they just took,” I said.
“Don’t worry.” He put his hand on my thigh and began rubbing it. “If you get fired or if you simply want to quit, I’ll take care of you,” he said with firmness.
I looked into his eyes. I didn’t trust niggas whatsoever. They were good at selling dreams, and I was thinking he was still high from my sex game. Maybe he was just talking.
“I’m serious,” he said while grabbing my face and kissing me.
I simply said, “Okay,” because I wasn’t sure if he meant it or not.
Chapter 4
I placed my head on the pillow next to Cliff, and then I watched him sleep. I wondered what his intentions were. He was far too kind to me, and that was unusual in this day and age. I felt myself feeling him more and more as we spent time together, despite my suspicions. He was spoiling me and giving me whatever my heart desired. He was introducing me to the lifestyle I had always dreamed about.
It was his court day. I woke him up when the alarm clock went off at eight in the morning. He was due in the courtroom at nine o’clock sharp, and I had to be at work at the same time, so we both had to get up and get our day started.
We both got in the shower together. I watched the water drip from his muscular body as he scrubbed his face with the white washcloth. I washed my body in slow motion as I studied him. He was a sight to see. When he finished, I decided I was done too, so I stepped out with him. We dried off, and then I lotioned up as he powdered his balls. I chuckled. I found that cute.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just never seen anybody do that. Reminds me of a baby.”
He laughed. “I don’t want no sweaty-ass balls. It’s mandatory,” he explained while putting on his Sean John boxers.
When we were finally ready, I was dressed in a red blouse, black slacks that came to my knees, and my black pumps. Surprisingly, Cliff had on a black suit with red gators.
“Great minds think alike,” Cliff said.
He wanted to drop me off at work and pick me up after my shift, but I couldn’t risk getting caught.
“Just drop me off at my house, and I’ll drive to work.” I didn’t want the two nosy bitches to be all up in my mix.
Arriving at work after being off for a few days was overwhelming. I wanted to go back to being under Cliff all day. Mr. Bennifeld stopped at my desk before he headed out to Cook County Courthouse.
“Hey, Angel,” he said with his deep, stern voice. His voice was so deep that it was unattractive. Mr. Bennifeld was handsome, though. He was heavyset and had gray hair. He was happily married and had three daughters, all of whom he talked about on a regular basis.
“Yes, Mr. Bennifeld?” I looked up from the work I was doing.
“A guy by the name of Ashton Parker will be stopping in this morning. Please tell him to wait here for me. I shouldn’t be long,” he said as he put his trench coat on and headed for the door.
I wrote down the information he gave me on a sticky pad and stuck the note to my flat-screen computer monitor.
Kim came through the door shortly after Mr. Bennifeld left. “What’s up?” she asked, walking toward her office.
“Not much.” I started filing papers, waving her off a bit.
She stuck her head out the door. “Don’t forget we’re hitting the scene tonight,” she reminded me. I was so glad she did because I had totally forgotten that I had even agreed to do anything with them. She must have read my face. She walked out of her office and over to my desk. She was looking pretty decent today, probably because her clothes weren’t tight, like they usually were.
“You forgot, huh?” she asked.
I cracked a small smile. “Somewhat,” I responded while giving her my attention. “What club?” I asked.
“Don’t know yet, but I do know Angel is going.” She smiled. She turned around to go back into her dungeon. Moments later Porsha came in, late as ever.
“Mr. Bennifeld here?” she asked me with a look of worry all over her face.
“No, he’s at the court.”
She sighed, letting me know that she was relieved. He had warned her time and time again about her tardiness, but to no avail, as she continued to be late.
I continued doing my work until he walked in. When the door opened and he entered, I smelled this scent that made me just want to eat him to pieces. I stopped what I was doing and looked up to see a fine stallion.
He looked like he was about twenty-one with his clean-cut face. He was rich chocolate, about five-five, had deep waves, and probably weighed one-fifty soaking wet. He was pretty slim, but size didn’t matter to me, because his swag made up for the difference. He walked up to my desk as he took his Gucci frames off.
“I’m here to see Mr. Bennifeld,” he said. He was very proper.
“Your name please?” I asked, standing up.
“Ashton Parker.”
“Oh, okay. He’s out right now, but he is expecting you. He told me to tell you that he’ll be here shortly.” I gave him the bedroom eyes. I already knew that if he showed me he wanted me in any way . . . then I was fucking him. I was obsessed with sex, and whenever I saw someone that I was sexually attracted to, I was determined to fuck him.
I watched him closely as he walked over to the chairs that were lined up against the wall. I resumed my work, but I could feel his eyes focused on me. Moments later Kim and Porsha came out of their office.
“Hey, we’re going to grab something to eat. Want anything?” Porsha asked.
I shook my head no, and then they were out the door. Now I was alone with him. The only thing that was on my mind was getting a quickie, but I wouldn’t dare make the first move.
“Is there a public bathroom?” he asked me.
I looked up and smiled. “Yeah. If you go through those double doors, it is over to the left. You can’t miss it,” I said.
“Can you show me? I’m bad with directions,” he told me. He had the cutest puppy dog look on his face. I got up to esco
rt him to the restroom. I was sure that he was up to something. I walked in front of him, and I was sure he was staring at my ass the whole time. My black slacks were pretty tight, so they made my ass poke out.
“Here it is,” I said, pointing him toward the men’s restroom.
He cracked a small smile, and then he grabbed my face and began kissing me. I started unbuckling his pants. I knew our time was limited. He returned the favor as he pushed the bathroom door open and locked it behind us. He pulled my pants and panties down, and then he set me on top of the sink.
He let his pants drop, and then he pulled his boxers down. He bent over and got a condom from the back pocket of his pants, and he ripped it open with his teeth. He took the condom out and handed it to me. I slid it down on his skinny dick, and then I massaged his balls.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked as if he didn’t know.
I nodded my head, and I grabbed his dick and inserted it in my soaking wet pussy. He closed his eyes, and I whispered in his ear, “You have to make it fast.”
He thrust fast and hard. He was so rough with me. He held my legs so far back that my ass was in the sink. There was no moaning. All you heard was his balls hitting my ass and my pussy farting.
He whispered while grabbing a handful of my hair, “You got some good pussy.”
I grabbed his hand and removed it from my hair. I was at work. I wasn’t receiving any pleasure, but I was glad I could accommodate him. He started slowing down while grinding his hips, and then it hit me. That face stared in my eyes, and my first reaction was to choke him, so I grabbed his neck firmly.
He grabbed my hands and broke my grip. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I ain’t with that crazy, freaky shit.” He pulled his dick out of me, and then that face disappeared.
Now I was looking at Ashton. I jumped from the sink and started putting my clothes back on. What had gotten into me?