"You want Mr. Black to beat this pussy up don't you?"
She tried to speak but the only thing coming out of her mouth was, "Fuuuuuccckkkk! Oh! Oh! Oh! Slow down... slow down... pleeeeaaaseeee..." I was catching rhythm now as I keep my feet planted firmly, digging out her Garden of Eden. I had again clutched her hair and was pulling that shit like I was trying to peel her scalp back.
I should have known she couldn't take the dick because after twenty minutes she was finished; laid across my desk, convulsing every few seconds.
I thought the bitch was dead.
"Mrs. Redford..." I shook her leg. "Mrs. Redford you gotta get up. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes." She managed to get to her feet and overcome the pure blissful state she was stuck in. "My pussy never throbbed so hard a day in my life. You better put a leash on that thing... he's a monster." she laughed as she fixed her skirt and blouse.
My office has its own bathroom so I allowed her to freshen up. It's the least I could do since she was about to hand me a check and walk out of here like nothing ever happened. For me the sex was drab. I had had a better quick fuck in a fast food restaurant. Yeah, I fucked in the fast food joint. Shit... I done practically fucked everywhere. Name somewhere, yup, I done fucked there too and the sad part is... I do it all for the money.
The grin on Mrs. Redford's face was one I had become familiar with. It was that look of satisfaction. That eye like... yeah nigga you just put it down. And here it is I only thought black girls gave that eye.
"That was the best sex I had in my life." she said. "How can I go home and make love to my husband after that? He probably won't even fit anymore." She laughed, but she was dead serious.
As she headed out the door I called her. "Mrs. Redford, the check?" "Oh..." she had forgotten. “I'm so sorry. Mr. Black is on my mind darling. I can still taste you." she pulled out her check book, wrote one out and then approached me. "We must do this again." she said, shoving the check in my pants. Before she pulled her hand out, she rubbed the head of my dick. "Soon… now you have a great day Mr. Black."
I pulled the check out my pants, stared at it and smiled. If that bitch thought she was getting some more of this dick she had gone madly insane. You get what you pay for and ain't a damn thing free in this world. That was another lesson my dad instilled in us.
4
I woke up on Christmas Eve at 5:34 am. I don’t recall if it was a nightmare or what but something made me jump out of my sleep an hour earlier than the usual time I get up. I pulled the covers back, yawned and rubbed my morning wood. It was as stiff as an iron pole. Today’s agenda consisted of some last minute shopping, mainly for my twelve year old niece Tyler, Keon’s daughter.
I rushed to the bathroom, showered and was dressed and ready to go in less than an hour. If I had any chance at beating the morning traffic rush—this was it. I searched high and low for my car keys but couldn’t locate them for the life of me. “Shit!” I raced down the steps of my duplex and checked underneath the cushions of the couch. I remember coming in last night and having a seat before I went upstairs, and just as I thought; in the far left corner, I felt my keys.
My iphone rang on my way out to the car. “Hello?”
“Are you still coming to get me?” There was wind and a bit of static in the speaker but I managed to catch the female’s voice. “Yes Suga. I’ll be there in a minute.” But the truth was, I had honestly forgotten about her.
“Well, can my friend come?”
“Your friend who?” I had to ask because Suga had some ghetto ass associates.
“The one you like.” She giggled.
“Oh yeah, bring her.” I hung up. Suga was considered a sister to me. I’m not gonna lie though, at one point I wanted to beat the brakes off that pussy, but she was true to her word and never once let me get near it. Her birth name is Sadie, but she picked up the nickname Suga from the hood. The wire on the street was Sadie had some sweet ass kat; so sweet it’ll give you cavities, therefore some miscellaneous ex-boyfriend or so fitted her with the moniker Suga and it stuck from day one.
I made it out to the driveway and jumped in my fairly new 2012 Maserati Quattroport. The ever present sun was awake in the sky but a thick white cloud was preventing it from shining.
As I climbed into the driver’s seat, a frigid wind breezed by my nose. I inserted the key into the ignition. Suga lived in the Bronx about twenty minutes away, but if I hit eighty miles per hour the whole ride I could be there in ten or fifteen minutes.
When I arrived at her house she and her friend were just stepping out the front door. They were extremely tantalizing. I couldn’t help but to get aroused. Suga had a pair of fire engine red leggings, heels and a short, tight fitting leather jacket on. I had never inquired her weight, but from what I could see she probably weighed between 130-150 pounds. At two inches over five feet most of her weight was balanced between her thighs and ass. And believe me, it was enough to work with.
Her friend Liza was a few inches taller and a few shades lighter. More of a deep caramel color. Not as thick in the hips, but nonetheless not a bit of slack in any area. Her jeans fit perfectly and the walk was enough to make me squirm in my seat. I felt the muscle between my legs swell and I had to fix its positioning.
“What’s up Cameron?” Suga entered the passenger side.
“Why are you getting in the front?” I smiled and looked up. “I would like talk to your friend.”
She smiled back.
“Cameron please, Liza does not want you. You’re a “Man Whore” she made the quotes with her fingers.
Why would she say something like that?
“A “Man Whore” what the hell is that?”
Suga adjusted her seating and pulled the seatbelt across her chest. “Someone who sleeps with women for money.” she answered. “I can’t believe you would say something like that.” I was surprised because I had never confided in Suga about my business endeavors. Either she really knew what was going on or she was just joking and didn’t realize how correct she was.
A sudden burst of laughter confirmed the latter. I was relieved.
“Calm down Mr. Sensitive. Didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers, I was only joking.” Yeah, keep the jokes to yourself, is what I wanted to say, but instead, “Ha, ha, ha… you’re funny today. I guess it’s safe to say you woke up and placed your comedian hat on this morning huh?” I put the car in drive and slowly pulled away from the curb.
“Laughter is good.” She replied.
I hit the play button on the stereo and Musiq Soulchild’s alleviating vocals on his song, Love filled the interior.
“I so love this song.” Liza expressed. She sat in the back seat with a grin on her face.
Every few minutes I would glance up at the rearview and we would lock eyes.
I merged onto the ramp getting on the highway going north to White Plains. The Westchester Mall would be our destination. After circling the parking lot for nearly an hour Suga finally spotted someone pulling out of a space. I threw the Masi in reverse and easily backed into the spot. “Listen,” I said to Suga. “We got two hours and not a minute more. I got a few other things I need to take care of.”
“Two hours?” They said it at the same time.
“Yes. Two hours. That should be more than enough time.” Suga rolled her contacts and sucked her sexy lips. “Cameron we are two grown ass women, it’s going to take more than two hours for us to get what we need.” “Well in two hours I’m leaving, with or without you, your call.”
5
We entered the mall and went our separate ways. My first stop was the Gucci store. A few days back I overheard my niece talking about a traveling bag for an upcoming school trip, so a Gucci traveling bag it was.
For it to be Christmas Eve I would have thought more shoppers would be milling the stores and the way the that parking lot looked—I was prepared to walk into a zoo, but luckily for me it was only a handful of consumers in the Gucci store.
I bree
zed past the clothing racks, took a quick glance at the shoe wall and made my way to the rear of the store.
“Hi Cameron.”
The voice caught my attention and I turned around.
“Oh… hey Bonnie,” I half smiled. “How you been?” Moments like this I wish I owned a pair of wings, so I could just fly away.
“Just fine now that I saw you.” She said. I could sense some tightness in her vocal tone. Bonnie and I had dated a few years back when SOB was just getting off the ground. She had literally begged me to do a spread on her in one of our issues and after continuous nagging I finally gave in. Don’t get me wrong, she’s definitely grade “A” status, but at the time the magazine had no direction and we were just showcasing talent of color, so who was I to not give the next person a chance.
She had recently graduated from Clark University with a degree in Psychology, but her dream had been to become a famous clothing designer, so what I did was give her a platform to showcase her products and in return she would donate three percent of her sales to SOB for a period of six months. She agreed to these terms, but in the end I got fucked when she never held up her part of the deal. It was cool though because that was small money to a giant. I got that ass back by fucking her sister and I’m pretty sure she found out, so I had a feeling where this conversation was going.
“You fucked my sister?”
“Yes.” I was glad she knew.
Bitch you took my money. Is what I really wanted to say, but I remained calm.
“Why Cameron?”
Acting must have been what she was really born to do because the way she squeezed those tears from her eyes was Oscar worthy. “You stole my money. I fucked your sister, we’re even. Let’s move past that Bonnie. How do you expect to better yourself if your intentions are to keep reliving the past? Move forward, it’s about to be 2103.”
“You aint shit Cameron,”
I knew that was coming. “You talk this empowerment bullcrap all day, but you’re running around here slanging dick to every good looking female you encounter. You’re a male whore Cameron.”
Was that the second time I had been called a whore within the past two hours?
“Bonnie, what do you want from me?” I was done with this conversation.
“You know what I want Cameron.” Her eyes dipped to my waistline and all of a sudden the tears had mysteriously vanished.
“You want Mr. Black huh?” I grinned and cuffed my third leg. She seductively chewed on her bottom lip and winked her left eye. “I need to feel Mr. Black inside of me.” She whispered and went to reach for my sack, but I grabbed her arm.
“You forgot to take my wants in to consideration.”
“Please don’t tease me Cameron.” I could see her nipples enlarging through the light colored cashmere sweater she wore, so I casually peeked around to see if anybody was watching and gently plucked at one.
Bonnie gripped her voluptuous breast and caressed them looking directly in my eyes.
I pointed to the black messenger bag in the corner and nodded my head.
She twisted her neck. “That bag cost $1,400 Cameron.”
“And?” I said. “Mr. Black is priceless.”
“Excuse me Miss, do you work here?” A short white lady with wrinkled, pale skin and stringy silver hair interrupted.
“Yes.” Bonnie answered and then turned back to me. “Wait right here, I’ll be right back.”
I was confused. “You work here?” I mumbled.
“Don’t move. I’ll be just a minute.”
I watched her hips sway as she walked off. A few minutes passed and I found myself gazing out the store front window at the scurrying shoppers rushing into their favorite stores for last minute gifts. I spotted Suga and Liza making their way into Louis Vuitton which was a few stores down on the opposite side. Damn! Liza’s walk was extraordinary. Her short black hair accentuated her round shaped face and that ass—well, just let me say it’s enough to go around more than a couple of times.
I experienced a surge in the bump in my pants. Sex was a continuous thought that raced through my mind every few seconds throughout the day. Call me a freak, but you can’t tell me you don’t think about it all day.
I was finally coming to grips with the fact that I had an addiction and it didn’t take Einstein to figure it out, but I had been in denial for so long that I actually started to believe that I wasn’t.
“Cameron?” I looked up and Bonnie was standing by a door that was behind the checkout counter. “Come here.” she muttered, gesturing with her index finger.
I took one more look around and the store was empty, so I followed her into the room. As soon as I stepped over the threshold and closed the door Bonnie was lifting the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The grey and black linen garment cascaded to the floor and my eyes were locked on her heavenly figure.
Hips, tits and ass; what more could a man ask for?
I undid my belt buckle and let my pants fall to my ankles. “Get over here and give Mr. Black a kiss.”
She obliged. It was something about those soft, juicy lips of hers that always got me. I looked down at her head motions and admired her skill as she lapped, licked and made loud sucking noises.
A wave of gratification washed over my entire body and I felt a tingle in my scrotum.
Bonnie palmed my balls while she practically sucked the skin off my firm erection.
I had to take a step back and gather myself, but she was like a pussy cat in heat the way she pounced on me.
The room we were in seemed like it had no ventilation because immediately beads of sweat built up on my forehead.
“It’s hot as hell in here. Where’s the AC?” I started to come out of my shirt, but then I remembered where we were at. Bonnie ignored my pleas for cool air and bent over in front of me. “You’re worrying about all the wrong things right now Cameron. Come on…” she was popping her pussy with her middle finger and ring finger anxiously awaiting my entrance.
I snatched a condom from my pants pocket, rolled it on and lined the head of my dick up with her kitty kat.
I was gentle and easy in the beginning, but ten minutes into it and I was in full blown beast mode. My hands gripped her waistline almost like claws as I pumped my sturdy eleven inches in and out of her cozy cubby hole. Droplets of sweat ran down the side of my face and onto the small of her back.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuccccckkkk meeeeeee!”
I was in deep now and her violent screams were making me nervous, so every few seconds I was checking the door hoping no one heard us.
As I piledrived the pussy they only thing she could do was wail and clutch the closest thing to her which were some curtains that looked to be just lying on the floor.
The more I pounded the harder she clenched. She tried to keep up, but every time I pushed deeper she would squirm away.
“Bring that ass over here.” I pulled her back into me and the fierce slapping of our bare skin sounded like someone was clapping their hands.
Bonnie continued to scream and suddenly I felt fabric fall onto my shoulders. When I turned around I was staring at least fifty sets of eyes.
The shoppers in the mall had been watching us through the display window.
“Oh shit!” I thought about stopping, but I was almost to the point of satisfaction. Bonnie felt me slow up. “Don’t stop. Pleeeaaase… I’m gonna cum.”
Her walls got tight around my meat like a suction cup and I could feel the fluctuation in her muscles.
My climax was building. “Uhhhh… I’m about to cum too!”
With the back of my hand I wiped the sweat from my brow and kept a steadfast pace until I felt the pressure building at the head of my dick. “Oh yeah… Oh yeah…”
I didn’t give a fuck about the on lookers; my only concern at the time was releasing this load.
“Here it comes.” I warned.
“Ahhhhhh! Shiiiiiiitt! Ohhhhhhh…” The way those vocals were co
ming from her lungs there was no way the entire mall didn’t hear us.
I pulled out, slid the condom off and exploded all over Bonnie’s beautiful D-Cups.
When I turned back to look out the window everyone in the crowd was clapping. I just hoped Suga and Liza weren’t amongst them.
Bonnie finally came to and realized exactly what was going on. “Oh my God I’m gonna lose my job.” She got dressed in hurry.
“You should have been thought about that.” I said.
Losing her job wasn’t too much of a concern because before I could pull my pants up she was trying to shove Mr. Black back into her mouth.
“You didn’t have enough huh?”
“I don’t think I could ever have enough of Mr. Black.” Before she got up she gave him a long, sensual kiss. “See you later Mr. Black…”
6
“I think you’re a man whore Cameron.” Keon expressed.
“Goddamnit! If I hear that phrase one more time I’m gonna explode.”
Three different people, the same title; was it written on my forehead?
Keon had burst into my office unannounced on this early morning claiming he had some good news for me, but up until this point he’d just been criticizing my lifestyle.
“What were you doing in a display window in the first place?” he questioned. “Keon, I told you already. I meet up with an old friend and things kind of got outta hand. Before I know it the whole mall is watching me give it to her doggy style. I swear it was not my intention to do such a thing.”
The look on my brother’s face said it all; disgusted, disappointed, ashamed and embarrassed. “I can’t believe you Cameron. Just when I thought you couldn’t out do yourself… here you go with this shit. You know, all that talk about image and branding you preach is bullshit. You’re a sex slave and you really need to get yourself some help.”
Really, a sex slave? The names were becoming an irritant and I would only take so much, but he was right. Maybe I did need help, but where would I go, sex rehab?
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