His Obsession

by Rose Marie

  He’s my type of guy, big enough to pick a bitch like me up and put me in my place but his attitude is stank as hell which is why I never asked him out. I was all for aggressive men, but he wasn’t that… no, Channing was just mean to me for no reason. Though when I first met him, I was ready to risk it all when I seen him move his desk. His strength had me clenching my thighs together because all I could think is if he can move that heavy ass desk like it was paper then the things he’d do to me! I was ready to ask him for some Imax and climax, but he went and opened his mouth and all that nonsense came out.

  Nia kept looking at me still waiting for me to say something but I guess she figured my mind was elsewhere and I wasn’t going to spill the beans so being the good friend she is she dropped the subject.

  “You don’t have to tell me what happened but don't let that sexy asshole get you down. Tomorrow is your birthday and we gone go out get some dick and have some fun.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “Thank you, Nia, damn right we are. I'm not going to let him get me down. I’m just going to do what I always do and keep on pushing.” When we were together, we let our country slang out, bad grammar and all. It was nice having someone that can relate to you. You can shed all professionalism and not be judged based on your less than stellar childhood. We had some idle chatter about what to do after work while we finished our hour-long lunch. Then we head back to work, where I’m actually clear headed enough to dive in and do my job.

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  As I send my final email, I stretch and roll my neck around to get the blood flowing. When I do that I notice that there’s no one in the office with me. What the? After I check the time, I see that it’s after seven at night and two hours past my shift. Where has the time gone? That’s when it clicks, the day was easier because Channing Stohurst was locked in his office all day long. He hadn’t come out and bothered me once allowing me the freedom to do what I needed to do without misdirection and distraction. God is good… what a blessing!

  Grinning from ear to ear I shut everything down after sending him an email telling him I'm done for the day. When I don’t get a quick response back, I smack my lips annoyed and leave the building. I know he’s not that damn pissed about what happened… I’ll just write him a letter of apology when I give him my resignation letter. When I get to my car, I go to grab my keys only to realize I left them on my desk. I throw my head back in frustration just wanting to get in my car and go home but I instead make a U-turn to the building.

  Using my keycard I let myself in and an eerie feeling overcomes me. I hate being in empty office buildings after hours, everything felt so stiff and still. Thank goodness the security guards were here to breathe a little bit of life inside. At the elevator I scan my badge again to go to my floor. When the elevator opens, I look around the creepy office and dart to my desk quietly. I grab my things in a hurry making sure I don’t make a peep because I not only wanted to get the hell out of here, I don’t want to bring attention to me from beastly boss. Keys secured I make a bee line to the elevator. Only to stop when I hear a moan coming out of Channing’s office. Oh my God… is he getting booty in the office with someone that I know?

  There were rumors going around that he stayed late to have sex with some of the girls in the office but I hadn’t believed it until now. Being the nosy woman that I am creep over so I can get a peek at who the CEO had the hots for. When I peek in though I frown not seeing anything except him wearing headphones with his head thrown all the way back. I crane my neck further in to see if maybe he’s getting his dick sucked when he groans out in pain.

  “Oh, yea baby just like that.” What the hell? There is no one there he’s jacking off.

  “Oh God you are so fucking nasty baby. I love it. Yes My Angel suck that dick harder.” Stunned, I don't know how I missed it but in clear view and I damn near pass out at what I see.

  On the big ass computer screen there is a picture of me from my vacation to Hawaii last year. I have on a sheer swimsuit that slightly shows my nipples and thong bikini bottoms. I'm posing in the sand on my knees with my hand cupping my breast in what I thought at the time was a seductive pose. My mouth is open, tongue is out and I’m looking at the screen in a “Come fuck me” expression.

  “Yea Angel open that sexy little mouth of yours and take this cock down your throat.” What the fuck?... is he jerking off to a picture of me? Just as the thought crosses my mind, I see him reaching forward and click the mouse and my jaw hits the floor. On the monitor I’m naked bent over jiggling and twerking with a white hand slapping my ass. “Fuck yeah Angel you are so sexy baby you want me to fuck that sweet ass of yours? You want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you good huh?” At this point my brain just short circuits. My knees go weak as I catch more of the footage.

  On the screen I'm spreading my ass and pussy biting my lip smiling when I see a white dick thrust inside of me. What the fuck?... when did this happen? The only person who has a video like this is my ex and he promised to delete them! When I see my boss squeeze his… Jesus be a fence… is that thing real? he starts pumping hard shaking his chair with each hard stoke. “Yeah baby look back at me. Damn Angel you feel so good today. I can practically smell your arousal.” He grunts jerking his hips up as he punishes his leaking cock. “That pussy smells so sweet. I want to eat you up babylove.

  You’re going make me cum smelling so good.” My heart is beating out my chest and my lungs feel as if they are constricted as his cologne and sexy musk envelop me. I want to step forward and engulf his cock down my throat like I was doing on the screen. My pussy is throbbing as if it’s hungry for the dick that’s pounding me hard on the screen. When I tense up out of nowhere, I clutch my neck feeling as if in suffocating when I see him do the same thing.

  On screen I arch my back as a thumb is shoved in my- “Here it comes Angel fuck yes baby yes take this cock right up that big beautiful ass. Ugnnnn … YES!!!!.” When I see him spill thick globs of of cum on his hands, chest, and legs I shake feeling something throughout my body. Eyes rolling to the back of my head I grab the door frame as whatever feeling this is takes me hostage. “Mmmm baby, your cum smells delicious.” Shocked I look up thinking he saw me, but I instead see him watching the screen eye’s transfixed to the now still screen of cum on my ass.

  Scared not only of what I’d seem but what I’d just had happen to me, I stumble to the elevator happy it was open and waiting on me. When I get to the bottom floor I run past the guards to my car. What the hell just happened? What the hell did I just see? Inside my car slam the door shut taking in deep gulps of air. This can’t be real! Hyperventilating I try to calm myself down. I have so many questions rolling around my head. How did he get those pictures and videos? Why was he saying and doing what he said and did? How long has this been going on? Why aren't I scared and calling the police? And most importantly… why am I so damn turned on and wet?

  Hands shaking, I start my car and speed out of the parking lot heading home. Thank goodness it’s a Friday and I don’t have to work tomorrow. If I did, I’d feel obligated to have to answer those questions right now and I just don’t have the brain power for that at the moment. As a matter fact none of this ever happened! Yes, there we go. It was all my imagination! I try to convince myself.

  The hour drive barely gives me time to relax in fact, I'm wound tighter then when I was in the office. When I get inside my house I can only walk around my apartment like a zombie. I strip and shower and cancel my shopping plans with Nia, not feeling up to the task. As I lay in bed in a daze body on fire, I do my best to keep the image of my boss jerking off to videos and pictures of me from my head but it's impossible. It’s as I can still hear his grunts, and his words. His big body and his- NO I AM NOT TURNED ON.

  Sweating, I get up from my bed and rinse off with semi cold water. When I get back in bed I just want to sleep and forget about this. My attempt to pretend all of this never happened was a major fail because it’s literally all I can think abou
t. When I close my eyes, I see Channing’s thick long fingers wrapped around his shaft. I see him positioning his length to my spread open pussy- the loud beep that comes from my phone wakes me up. I try to calm my racing heart as I grab it to check who’d message me late at night. When I see it’s Nia telling me happy birthday, I look at the clock frowning.

  Yesterday really got away from me because it is indeed my birthday. I type out a quick thank you and I put my phone down finally feeling calm enough to sleep…or so I thought. There front in center is Channing in all his glory waiting for me. This has got to be a bad omen.

  Not so Happy Birthday

  Angel

  “Angel come on! Please stop moping! Today is your day. Let's go to the dance floor and have some fun. You've been sitting here all night by yourself.” Nia shook me trying to snap me from my stupor, but it wasn’t working. I’m just not in the mood to be here right now. My stomach is tied in knots and I couldn’t get a lick of sleep last night. I feel bad because I’m supposed to be having fun and getting wasted with my home girl today and enjoying that fact she'd rented out one of the VIB sections for me but I can’t because I’m still shook from yesterday.

  “I'm sorry Nia. You’re right I've barely been acting like it's my birthday huh?”

  “You really haven't all these fine ass men been trying to get at you and you’re not even trying to get any of this free birthday dick.” I look at her and burst out laughing. She’s right again. Here I am getting hit on left and right by some prime fucking beef and all I can think about is my damn boss. She eyes me with her lips in a frown and calls over the bar staff for some drinks. “What I need for you too do you stop whatever it is you’re doing. Have a shot and go dance with that man that’s been eye fucking you for the last hour. You look beautiful, your hair is done up and you’re sitting here looking like you lost your best friend when I’m right here.” This girl is a whole ass mess for real, but not one lie spilled from her lips. I need to shake yesterday’s events off no matter how hard.

  Still though no matter how hard I tried, he and the tape are still in the forefront of my mind and the same questions kept popping up repeatedly. How had he gotten that video? Did he have any more? Did he plan to blackmail me and show it to the office? Why was I fucking a white man in the video? Shit this is just too much. This could be my job and my reputation on the line. Men are fickle it doesn’t matter if he'd jerked off to the pictures and videos of me, he could still fire me for compromising his business if the video got out.

  He can make up all types of lies and I’ve no doubt those thirsty ass broads and suckas at the office would believe him. The best I could do is sue him, but this guy is a stone cold billionaire I’d get probably get paid big money, but my reputation would be shot to all hell. I only have one option I need to quit. Thinking about all of this right now isn't improving my mood at all and I can tell but the expression on Nia’s face she’s getting kind of annoyed with my lackluster reactions.

  In the end I decided to go home after a couple of dances with her. I'm happy my she wasn't too upset telling me she understood when I told her I just wasn’t feeling the evening. Though I think the main reason she wasn’t trying was because she found a cutie to spend the rest of her night with. When I get home, I refunded her the money she’d spent because I know the value of money and friendship. One thing I never wanted her to feel is that I’ve taken her for granted. After that I shower, eat and knock out.

  On Sunday after I meal prep and talk to my mom and brother back in Texas, I pretty much spend the rest of the day revamping my resume and looking for jobs, I even put in a few applications. By the time eleven o’clock hits I had my resignation printed and signed and was able to go to bed with a semi clear head of what I had to do. The only good thing about the day was the flowers and car I got delivered to my door.

  When woke up the next morning I stop by D’s Diner grab me a chocolate banana nut muffin and Chai tea and head into work feel like a whole new woman. I didn’t think it’d feel this damn good to be walking into this building knowing that I’d only have to do two more weeks. God is good, all the time. Inside I waste no time getting his coffee and both our workloads together. I make sure when I get his coffee and his bagel together it’s done to perfection then grab my letter and strut to his office. Without even knocking I hear his deep voice telling me to come in. Creepy.

  Once entering I see his back stiffen and hear him suck in a deep breath before letting it out in frustration. Ugh, I just got in you don’t have to start all that huffing and puffing at me. Without even a greeting I set everything down in its place and stand there until his head pop up looking confused. I bet he is confused because normally I’d leave right away but nope, not today mister asshole. He looks me up and down with his usual sneer and sits back in his chair

  “May I help you Angel?” My throat closed up and I had to suppress the shiver that wanted to travel down my spine. I swallow my moan and clear my throat why am I feeling so self-conscious right now? This man was just staring down my asshole the other night maybe that’s it?... yeah that’s it.

  “Mr. Stohurst, I want to apologize for being lax in taking responsibility for my position lately. I want to apologize for any insubordinate behavior I’ve displayed and-” I pause watching him squirm in his seat looking even more confused. “I thought it best to give you this in person rather than via email.” I walk over to him, placing my resignation letter on his desk in front of him. I watch him read it over with a deepening frown.

  When he's done his head whips up to me so fast, appearing menacing and full of disbelief. I prepare for the onslaught of disgusting words from him but instead of yelling he picks up my resignation letter and rips it in half. After ripping it into four pieces he then balls it up tightly and throws it over his shoulder into the trash bin behind him. My jaw hit the floor as he stood up squaring his shoulders.

  “You want to resign?” Ugh? Where the hell is this deep voice coming from? Why the hell did his vernacular change? Is he making fun of me by throwing my letter away like that? Well fuck him too then. I worked my ass off at this job and done my best to keep him happy all for him not to even give a damn. This is bullshit and I don’t deserve to be treated like this and by a man who’s willing to beat his dick to a woman he hates. Men like him have no morals and are sneaky to the core. But I wont let him phase me. Just keep it cute Angel.

  “Yes sir, I checked the employee manual and made sure I put in the appropriate amount of time for notice which is two weeks. While I’m here I’ll make sure to finish my workload so no one here has to take on my responsibility.” Turning from me as he always does when I'm around him too long he rocks on his feet.

  “I see. Have you found somewhere to employ you as of yet?” And now he’s back to sounding like the upper crust of white society.

  “No sir but I've put in a few applications. I’ve responded this morning to two interviews so…” I trail off unsure of what to say next.

  “Well okay then. I guess now that you've said what you have to say you can get back to work.” What an ass. Since he’s still not looking at me, I roll my eyes and lick out my tongue. When I leave his office, I get that wonderful feeling again. In two weeks, I'll be gone. Hopefully working with a boss who appreciates me and is at least somewhat caring.

  By the end of the workday I've set up two more interviews for myself and haven't seen the Evil Stohurst all day. This is the best Monday ever. As I'm getting ready to shut down my computer the evil one emails telling me to work some overtime. Oh God I bet he wants to talk about the video! When everyone leaves the office, I get up on wobbly legs and make my way to his office. When I get there I can’t stop the pounding of my heart at how good he looks. He’s loosened his tie and let down his hair and he was sitting in his chair damn near sprawled out looking so yummy and disheveled. What’s wrong with him? He looks like he lost his billion-dollar status.

  “Have a seat Angel. Let's talk about this-” he throws a crumpled p
iece of paper in my direction. Picking it up I in all it and see it's my resignation later taped up and damn near unrecognizable. How many times did he mess this paper up? “-garbage you gave me today.”

  “I'm sorry if it wasn't well written or to your liking.” I tell him trying to take the high road. I know it’s well written because I spent hours on it.

  “Not well written? Who cares about that and not being to my liking is an understatement Angel. You see I'm trying to figure out where you got it in your head that I would let you quit?” Stunned again by his sudden deep voice and vernacular change I can’t even form a sentence.

  “Uhm-”

  “Because I'm telling you now that you can't.” His eyes were flashing and burning holes in me.

  “But-” He stood cutting me off as he came around his desk.

  “You see Angel I don't care about your reasons or your excuses. I said you can't go so you-” he walks to the door locking it and I feel like the stupidest woman on earth. Who comes into an enclosed space with a person that hates you with no weapon? “-can't go.” Shaking I feel myself start to panic. This man about to kill me. “Come over here Angel.” I turn to see where he was and see he's sitting at the couch on the other side of the room.

  “No thanks I'm fine right here.” Yeah fine by the desk where I can reach for the scissors, letter opener or stapler. He smiled making a face as if I’d said something funny. Okay I need to grab a sharp object.

  “Come on Angel I only bite a little bit and just hard enough to make it pleasurable.” Hearing him say something so sexy like that made my panties flood. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I turned on? Even more so why am I walking over to him? I feel as if I’m in a trance as my feet gradually take me over to the one man I wanted to be away from. When I reach the sofa, I sit on the opposite side of him and cross my legs at the ankles.