Amanda Jones was the typical unhappy married woman who felt neglected and miserable in her marriage. The night that we hooked was one that I would never forget. I had just won one of my first big cases in court. Me and a few of my closest partners and colleagues had went out for drinks to celebrate. Amanda had been flirting with me all night and shit I didn’t mind. The drinks were flowing and everyone was having a good time.
I didn’t know if it was the liquor playing mind tricks on me but the nice shy receptionist that could barely say more than two words to me was all of sudden confident and vibrant. Even her gray hair looked sexy pulled up into a loose bun.
In the office Amanda kept everything covered up, but that night she was flaunting all of her hidden curves. We all partied to about two that morning. I knew that before the end of the night was over that she would give me the pussy. Sitting in my car making small chat, I made my intentions clear. Kissing her neck with my tongue, Amanda began to rub and caress my dick through my pants.
"Wait, I can't do this! I'm married!" She stuttered trying to suppress the moans that were about to escape her lips.
"Look, Amanda I want you even if it's just for one night. I'm not worried about your husband," I said. Unbuttoning her blouse, I started to pinch her soft breast and play with her nipples with my fingers.
" Mhmmmm " She moaned. "Jacob, I don’t want things to change between us or you for you to look at me differently. I want you just as bad as you want me. I just don’t want to get mixed signals and end up with hurt feelings."
“Shhh,” I pressed my fingers to her lips. "You know what your problem is? You worry way too much. Just live in the moment." I said as I slid her skirt up and started to feast on her fat pussy lips.
"Omg Jacob, please don’t stop.” She said, screaming in pleasure shoving my head deep within her walls. Her pussy tasted so sweet in my mouth. I had to feel how good the pussy was.
Throwing her over on her stomach I entered her from behind and slapped her on the ass. "Oooh fuck me." She panted losing her breath. The liquor had me stroking her fast and hard. Amanda could barely hold on to the car door handle. Pushing all 9 inches of my hard dick inside of her she immediately began to flinch.
"Oh hell no, you gonna take this dick tonight!” I moaned deeply in her ear forcing her ass to take every stroke I was giving her.
"Shit, I'm about to cum. I can't take it Jacob." She cried throwing her hand back to resist me from nutting inside of her."Ooooh shit Manda, damn." I roared releasing my nut inside of her.
I didn’t know what I was thinking maybe it was the liquor or the way her shit gripped to my dick so perfectly but I couldn’t help it.
I was drunk and what dude you know gonna pull out of some good pussy.
"Jacob, why the hell did you nut in me? You know I'm married!" She started to freak out.
Ignoring her comment, she didn’t know just how much she was ruining my high. I was drunk as hell and didn’t give a fuck about the consequences of my actions. I did enough of that in reality as a lawyer. Amanda just shrugged it off and kissed me on the lips and made me promise not to say a word to anyone about what went down that night. The only person I told was my homeboy Quentin and that’s only because I knew I could trust him and plus we had been boys forever. Up until that that point I had kept my end of the deal. Things had pretty much went back to normal until a month ago. Amanda started blowing up my phone, sending texts saying she missed me and she wanted to fuck again.
I always brushed off her advances, but to this day she wouldn’t take no for an answer. For one, shawty was married, two we were just colleagues, and for three I didn’t want to be the homewrecker. If Amanda's marriage fell apart it wasn’t gonna be because of me. So she might as well stop blowing up my line because I wasn’t gonna be her side nigga. I had my own shit to deal with and a business to run. Sitting at the bar I ordered a few more shots of Hennessey onto my tab and decided to cut my phone off for the time being. I just wanted time to relax and be to myself.
"Can I have another round?" I asked the beautiful waitress who was serving me.
"Sure handsome, anything else you need?" She responded pushing her boobs in my face so I could get a better view.
"That will be all for now.” I said rejecting her advances.
I just wanted to be able to find a good woman to settle down with. It couldn’t be just any female. It had to someone special and someone who wasn’t willing to throw themselves at me. That kind of shit turned me off. In my whole adult life I had only been in one serious relationship. It ended badly and after Claudette left me I officially took myself off the market. Claudette was my high school sweetheart. I really thought we would get married and spend the rest of our lives together but it didn’t end up that way.
After my break up from Claudette I made it clear that I was gonna stay away from relationships for a good minute. I went on a true whore spring. Fucking this bitch and that bitch. No strings attached. I was fucking anything that could walk as long as they were cute in the face. I was horny but I still had my standards, hell I still do. Now that I was getting older I couldn’t lie I really wanted to settle down with the right person. I was on my grown man shit. A successful business, nice home, stable and I looked damn good. So what I was little grumpy? I was still a good person on the inside. The desire I had to finally be in a real relationship would only be met if I found the right woman.
I couldn’t fall in love with just anybody. Whoever was gonna be my woman would have to deal with my crazy schedule long nights and truly hold me down and ride for me....I knew my one and only was out there somewhere … I just had to find her...
Chapter 3 – Aaliyah
"Heffa, why you didn’t call me when you got off from work?” Victoria yelled into the phone.
"Bitch, I was tired! I had to take a nap." I giggled stretching my arms.
Looking at the time on my Iphone 6 plus I saw it was 1 in the morning. The last thing I remembered was eating Chinese takeout, taking a shower, and laying on the bed in my t shirt to unwind from my long day. That was around 8, shit I planned on getting out in the streets exploring Vegas but I guess my body said otherwise. I woke up to 5 missed calls. 3 from Danyelle’s aggravating ass. One from my mama and Victoria waking me up out of my coma.
"Girl, how did it go today? How your office look? Did you and Mr. Young hit it off yet?” Tori began to rampage me with questions.
"Bitch slow down, it was just my first day and for your information Jacob Young is attractive just like his pictures but he has to many bitchy ways. " I said getting out the bed to nibble on the rest of my Chinese food from earlier.
"Bipolar? Oohh that ain’t good," Tori laughed.
"Girl, that ain't funny. He was so rude because he lost one of his cases, you know the Author Shapiro?"
" Yeah I do. I saw on the news he gotta pay his ex wife 15 grand a month for child support now.”
"Damn 15,000, that bitch is getting hella paid. It don’t cost that much to raise two kids. She just being greedy.”
Who knew getting married would cause all them problems. This was exactly why I was so sheltered from starting over and building a new relationship with anybody. Niggas ain’t shit and the ones who played the good guy always ended up being the worst ones. If I ever decided to get in a relationship, get married or have a baby it would have to be with the perfect man.
"Anyway honey, so yeah Jacob called me all in his feelings about losing in court and brought up some bullshit about me having to work on my off day.”
" He got some nerve." Tori sucked her teeth. “I hope you told him no.”
"Oh yes I checked him. I told him I would love to work for him, but I want my respect. Just because he is my boss doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like a damn dog.”
"Child you told him all that and still got a job?" Tori questioned.
"Uummm yes bitch!" I said bragging.
"Boss!" Victoria hyped into the phone. She knew how I was. I didn’t care
how old, young, or what position you were in, I refused to let anybody try to talk to me like they were crazy. Sitting on the island stool, I opened up my leftovers from dinner earlier. Savoring the taste of the sesame chicken in my mouth I tried hard not to smack in Tori ear.
"Well damn, is it that good?" She teased. “Hell yeah, this food is the bomb.”
"I bet. So hmmmm, Jacob is attractive, bipolar, successful, and got his own money. When you gonna let him taste the cookie? " She laughed into the phone .
"Victoria, what did I tell you this morning? I'm not here for all of that. You know Devonte just up and left my ass out of nowhere after we had been together for 6 years. This thing with Jacob is gonna be strictly professional.
"Oh really? If it's gonna be so professional then why are you calling him by his first name?
You know you like him! Stop trying to bring up what happened with Devonte. If he could just up and leave you after 6 years that should tell you that he not the one. Aaliyah, I know you.. if you weren't the slightest bit attracted to him then you wouldn’t even get mad when he chumped you off at work. Shit, he may be bipolar but you know you crazy as hell too." She giggled.
I didn't find shit funny though.
"Don’t call me crazy." I snapped.
"Girl sorry, it was a joke chill out why you so uptight?" Tori questioned offended by my reaction. I really didn’t like for anybody to call me crazy period. I didn’t like that word whatsoever and anybody who truly knew me would know that. It drove me up the wall when Devonte would try to say I was crazy for thinking he was cheating when he really wasn’t shit.
"You good." I replied dry as hell.
"Damn, I said I was sorry Aaliyah. Why you all in your feelings for? Look I will just hit you back tomorrow after you stop being so touchy. Goodnight boo.”
"Yeah," I said hanging up the phone not bothering to say goodnight back. I know she probably thought I was overreacting but I didn’t give a fuck. Shit Devonte called me crazy, cheated, and lied one too many time and it cost him his life.........
Danyelle
I had given up on calling Aaliyah. I called three times and that bitch ignored all of my phone calls. So I finally just decided to get in touch with one of my old flings name Mac. Mac was 68 with his own auto shop, he made good money and always looked out for me when times got tough. As long as I kept him sexually satisfied, he would keep my pockets fat when he could. Mac always told me I had the best pussy that money could buy. He never blew up my phone like the young cats I had relations with. He knew I would hit him up whenever I needed his cash and that was just the way I liked it. I knew that Mac would always have cash on him but I despised having to sleep with him for it. I hated having to sell my body to men for cash but I refused to get a job. That would a last resort. Grabbing my phone I decided to shoot him a text to let him know I was on the way to his place. Within 5 mins he replied back saying,
"Okay daddy has something special waiting just for you.”
" Ooooh great..." I said to myself sarcastically rolling my eyes. Gathering my purse and phone I started to walk out the room without telling Travis bye. I was still pissed off because he wouldn’t hold his weight in our relationship financially. Travis was sitting in the bed his head propped up with a pillow chugging down a Corona. "So you gonna leave without saying bye?" He questioned trying to look as if his feelings were hurt.
“Bye Travis damn!"
"Why the fuck you getting loud?" He yelled back placing the beer bottle down beside him.
"You already know why! I'm tired of selling my body just to get money for us. So while you sitting here on your ass I'll be out fucking the shit out these dudes letting them fuck me raw since you obviously don’t care about me!!" I countered back.
"Bitch have you lost your mind?!!" Travis leaped off the bed and grabbed me by the throat, choking the life out of me. "Don’t you ever talk to me like you crazy. Just go do what I asked you to do. Don’t question just do it!" Travis roared as spit flew from his mouth.
Muggin him, I tried my best to squirm out of his hold around my neck. He finally let me go and I just couldn’t speak. The tears welled up in my eyes. Staring at him, I waited for him to at least try to apologize or explain why he just tried to kill my ass.
"The hell are you staring at me for? You can leave since you wanna nag and shit!" He said, picking up the Corona bottle again and drinking the last swig from the bottle. I felt so numb. I just grabbed my belongings and left. Walking to my car I couldn’t believe that Travis had tried to put his hands on me. We would always fuss and fight but he never attempted to put his hands on me. Travis was twice my height and had a massive build. If he even slapped me I would be done by the blow.
I couldn’t understand why he got so offended by the truth. I wonder how he would feel if the roles were reversed and he had to be the one get money from random niggas after sleeping with them first. I was sick of being the one to carry us. Before my dad passed, one thing he always told me was that a man was taught to be a provider.
Deep down, I knew what I was doing was wrong and from the outside looking in to others it may even seem like Travis was just using me for money. I knew my dad would be turning over in his grave if he knew I was selling my body for money and at that to provide for a man. Travis would just have to get his shit together soon. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn't continue to live my life this way. I couldn’t allow myself to sacrifice my mind body and spirit just to hold him down. Pulling into Mac's driveway I took my time getting out the car. Refreshing my makeup and making sure no tear stains remained on my face I made my way to the door and rang the doorbell.
"Damn you so fine." Mac answered the door staring at me up and down. Stepping inside his house I placed my belongings on the couch. "How you been?" He questioned. Trying to make small talk. "Look I’m gravy, can we just cut it with the chit chat and get down to business?" I said as I stripped off all my clothes and getting butt ass naked. "Your money is on the counter," he said looking sad. I didn’t mean to be harsh, but I really didn’t wanna be with him all night. I was just trying to let him get this pleasure so I could get my coins and head back to the motel. Making sure the whole $600 was there I counted carefully. Realizing it was more crisped dollars stuck to one another I recounted. " 600, 700, 800,900, 1000, 1100,1200,1300, 1400 it was damn near 1500 dollars this man was giving me. "You do realize you giving me 1500 dollars instead of 600 right?” "I know what I put on there." He replied as if it didn’t matter to him. "Why all the extra money?" I asked in confusion. “I just wanted to surprise you and look out...” Interrupting him in mid sentence, I started to put my clothes back on. "What you doing?” "I'm leaving, that’s what I'm doing. Something about this not adding up." I answered back starting to feel paranoid as hell.
All of a sudden this man wanted to be nice and give me extra money and expected me to believe that he wouldn't want anything in return. It felt strange and I wasn’t buying his game at all. Travis was just gonna have to be pissed, because I wasn’t about to put myself in a situation where I would have to owe Mac a damn thing...... "Wait Danyelle, don’t leave. I have a proposition for you." Mac said. "Look can you just at least hear me out?" He pleaded. I guess I could hear him out, but if what he offered me started to smell like bullshit I was gonna be up and out of there so fast he wouldn’t know what hit him. " I guess, go ahead". " I was thinking we could make this more of a regular thing. I can look out for you and you in return can do the same for me.” "How much time you talking?” "Maybe 2 nights out of the week. We can do dinner and fuck. I'll pay you anywhere from $1500 to $2000 a week.”
Thinking to myself I knew I shouldn’t even be considering it but Mac's offer was sounding pretty tempting. Travis would flip if he knew I was fucking one nigga on the regular like he was my man, but I really needed the type of money he was trying to throw at me. Especially since Aaliyah was acting all stank with her coins and finding a 9 to 5 just wasn’t an option. I refused to clock in to anybody's job. �
��What two nights you had in mind? And if I did decide to do this, we would have to do it on my terms. Meaning no oral, no anal, and no kissing." I told Mac firmly. “I would like my money upfront as always and no funny business. If you can agree to my terms we have a deal." "Ok baby cool, so will you stay tonight? I'll throw in an extra $500 for your trouble," Mac said trying to persuade me. Hell, what did I really have to go back home to tonight? Travis was pissed and would be expecting money.
I couldn’t come back empty handed. No matter how much I tried to flex like I could deceive Travis by not bringing money home I knew I had no choice. I was his and he was the only man who was truly gonna love me so I had to whatever was deemed necessary to support us even though I didn’t want to.
Removing my hand from the door knob, I undressed and gave into Mac's demands. This time Mac was more gentle with me than normal. He sucked and probed my nipples with his tongue until they became rock hard inside his mouth. Making his way down he started to eat my pussy. Nibbling and slurping on my clit while dipping his finger inside my hole all at once. "Mmhmmmmm Mac I said no oral." As many times as me and Mac had messed around, he had never given me head. Despite his lack of bedroom skills he was good at giving head. "Danyelle I have to taste you." He said in between licks. “You taste just like I always imagined.” The orgasm that was building between my thighs couldn’t be denied. Me and Travis hadn't fucked all month and the way Mac was making love to me with his mouth was giving me a feeling I never felt with any other man.
If he kept going I would bust within 5 minutes tops and he wouldn’t be getting his. I was the type of female that once I reached my peak I didn’t want to be touched because after I came every single part of my body would be sensitive and tingle. "Mac fuck, Imma nut all in your mouth. You better hurry up and get it.....” Before I knew it, Mac had put pressure directly on my gpot and started caressing it with force. I immediately squirted all over the sheets like a faucet. "Fuck Omg Yessssss !!!" I screamed in pleasure. Lying on the bed I was paralyzed. It felt so good to release all that built up tension that I couldn’t even move. My body felt so relaxed and rejuvenated.
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