by Xyla Turner
Nope, she was curious, which is precisely what I wanted her to be.
“Never seen anything like that?” I asked, as we both saw a woman tightly wrapped in thick rope with her arms parallel to her legs with her ass hanging off a bench. Both holes gaping because the Dom behind her had just fucked her ass and pussy.
Fatima lingered on that one and that’s when I touched her shoulder.
“Like that one, huh?” I slid a finger slowly down her arm.
The woman was trembling and not in a way that was from fear but pure unadulterated lust. She clicked on the next one and it showed a woman’s tits that were clamped with a long chain, that a Dom pulled, making them pull away from her body in an elongated fashion.
On this one, Fatima gasped a bit, which had me dropped to my knees behind her stool. This time, my hands traveled from her stomach to those perky nipples and I squeezed both of them. A moan escaped her as those eyes remained on her laptop screen. Manipulating and twisting them to my satisfaction, I whispered. “You want that?”
She moaned her answer.
“Whatever you want, I can give it to you.” I found myself saying.
She clicked on the next picture and this one showed a woman on all fours with a black leather collar around her neck. It had silver studs etched in them and the Dom was sitting on a throne with his pierced cock in hand holding it straight up.
Waiting.
The next one included the same scene with the woman’s mouth full of his balls. Fatima squeezed her legs and that was when I knew that kitty was wet. My dick was hard as steel and all I could think about was burying it inside of her tight pussy.
The next picture was of a woman laying on her back sucking a man’s dick, who was standing at the top of the bed, while a woman’s head was buried in her pussy. The trembling on the designer grew worse and I had had enough, so I swiveled the stool around, while remaining on my knees and commanded, “Open those legs for me.”
Not a protest, nor a hesitation. Fatima slid those thighs apart and let me see the wet thong she had on that day. My hands gripped her ass, moving her forward on the stool, then I whispered, “You wear that thong for me?”
She didn’t answer, but nodded her head.
“Say it,” I commanded.
“I-I w-wore it for you,” she stuttered.
Fuck me.
Her scent was clouding my nose and any good judgment I had left. She was supposed to be working on my website, not bringing me to my knees literally.
“You want another woman to lick that wet pussy?” I asked. “You clearly like that.”
“No, I-I don’t know…” She seemed confused because she probably never thought about it until she saw that picture.
“You open for exploration?” I murmured as my lips made their way up her thick thighs.
She moaned, which I would figure out later. Her mound was touching my nose, calling me to take and possess everything she was willing to offer. My head pulled back, so I could rip the thong off her ass and then I latched on to the wet pearl that hid behind her cleft.
Holy Moses.
She was exquisite.
My mouth made absolute love to her juicy center. The slurping, sipping, kissing and moaning were the only noises that filled the room. One of her hands was gripping my head, while the other was scratching my back. That shit pushed me to make her cum in my mouth, on my mustache and the thin goatee I usually rocked.
Fucking sweet as pie.
“Warrrrennnn,” she cried out. “Waarr…”
Then she let loose, jerking those hips under me as I sopped up every goddamn drop. Once she finished and was calm, I pulled back and said, “Maybe that’s enough pictures for today. Thought you said you could handle them.”
I was giving her a knowing smirk and she was probably too sated to even think about what she wanted to really say. Since all she did was murmur, “I did handle it.”
Ha.
My eyebrow rose and so did I before asking, “Did you?”
My fingers went to my belt and I quickly undid the buckle, pulled down the zipper and brought my monstrous dick out, so she could see, wasn’t shit handled but her.
Those big brown eyes of hers almost bugged out and that mouth opened enough to let me know, she was not ready for me. I was well endowed and that wasn’t bragging, it was just a fact. I went to pull up my brief’s over my raging appendage but Fatima held out her hand to stop me.
“Wait…” her eyes met mine again. “I, uh, can return the favor.”
My hand tucked my cock back into my underwear as I said, “It wasn’t a favor.”
That was when, no lie, she dropped to her knees and said, “This isn’t a favor either.”
Pulling my briefs back down, both of her hands grabbed my dick and the woman squeezed tight before licking the precum from the slit.
Holy shit.
I was a club owner for fuck's sake and I have had the vixens of all vixens suck my dick, deep throat me and swallow every drop but that one lick by Fatima felt like the best thing on earth. Then those luscious lips wrapped around me and she began to suck my dick like it was all hers. Like she enjoyed it, wanted to explore it and drain a brother. I would let her too because not a damn woman before her could compare. It wasn’t even about skills, there was a need and want mixed together and that created fucking heaven.
“Suck that, honey.” I moaned. “Take me deep.”
Oh, and she tried but I was huge. Most women couldn’t but this one tried to swallow me and if I were a different man, I’d snatch this one off the market. I wasn’t a different man, I was Skull and she deserved better than me.
“That’s right,” I began to stroke inside of her wet mouth.
Gripping her curly hair, I pushed in and out until I saw she couldn’t take it. Then I pulled her off and started rubbing the head of my cock. Fatima looked at me with disappointment written all over her face.
“What?” she managed to say.
“Nothing,” I didn’t really reply, it was probably a grunt.
“I wanted to finish,” she was ready to argue with me.
“I’m clean,” I shared. “Get tested every six months.”
At first, she looked at me in confusion, then she said, “I’m clean too. I haven’t had sex in three years, was tested after my last relationship.
There was more to that story but now was not the time. I lifted Fatima from the floor, by grabbing her arm, moved everything off my desk and placed that ass on top.
“Honey, you’re about to be hoarse and that pussy will be aching for a few days. You okay with that?” I said as I kept stroking my dick. “You’re leaking like a faucet, so I know you’re primed but I’m about to bury myself so far in you, you going to feel me all damn week.”
Fatima did not reply, just nodded her head with renewed enthusiasm. That was enough for me. Guiding my dick to her dripping, wet cunt, I pushed inside the tight heat and nearly buckled. She was beyond snug. Hell, she was like a damn virgin. That moan that escaped her called to my inner beast, because I gripped her ass, pulling her closer to me and begin to fuck the absolute shit out of her.
The screams, moans, and curses that fell from her lips were no comparison to what I expected from my shy web designer. My fingerprints were sure to be embedded in her hips and ass and I could have cared less. At one point, I turned us, so that I was leaning on the desk and she was on top, because I wanted to finger that equally tight ass of hers. She balked and then sucked in my finger. My girl started riding both until I turned her back over and continued to fuck her even harder. So hard, that the large oak desk of mine was pushed back against the wall, because with each power stroke it moved.
Fatima came again on me and I wasted no time in coming but first pulling out and releasing on her stomach. Some cum even fell on her pussy, then tricked down to her ass. I was spent but still used my finger to fuck some of my cum in her asshole, while my thumb rubbed that swollen clit of hers. She came again and this time fell back
on the desk.
Yeah, now she was done.
Fuck, so was I.
Chapter 4
Fatima
I could not catch my breath. How did designing a website turn into having hot sex on the man’s desk? God, I was going to hell. With gasoline drawers.
It was just pictures. I could have done just the pictures and despite my panties being wet, I would have still sallied forth. Nope, not with Warren. He has to talk, ask questions and touch me. I would have been fine, if he hadn’t touched me. This was the actual time, I should have brought my pepper spray but who was I kidding? The man was right. I had exactly one thong in my whole wardrobe, since I threw the rest of those suckers out after I left D.C. Actually, I burned them, right outside in my backyard. Greg and all of his crap burned too. He wanted the townhouse, then he got it, with the bonfire in the back. I doused it before I left and that was the end of that story.
Now, the new story began with a beast of a man and his monster of a dick. It was an understatement to say that he was big, he was humongous. I did not think it would fit and I don’t mean that in the girly way of increasing a man’s ego. He was thick, long and could hurt somebody with that thing. He told no lies, when he said I would ache. The pain did not overrun the ecstasy and cloud that I was still on as my back lay on the hard, wooden desk.
A soft, warm compress touched my stomach and that brought me back to earth, where I saw Warren wiping his cum off of me. Then he wiped the area he just pleasantly abused and in between the crevice of my butt.
His eyes weren’t on me, but on the task at hand. He seemed unguarded, slightly removed which was odd, since he was so sure of himself and seemed to be with everyone around him.
“Blood,” he murmured as he looked at the washcloth. “Fuck.”
Yeah, he stretched my hoohah out, that was for sure. He’d hear no complaints from me but one thing was for sure. I had to get out of there.
“Thanks,” I said in a low voice.
He grunted like he usually did and went to the concealed bathroom and I heard the water turn on. While he was doing that, I packed up my stuff quietly.
“Where are you going?” he was back to growling.
“I have another appointment,” I shared. “Uh, this was helpful, I waved towards the table with everything spread on it. We can pick up tomorrow. Do you have an office I can work out of or I can just scan everything and work from home, actually? By Friday, I’ll have three different mockups for you and then we can go from there.”
A smile pasted on my face and he had a frown. Not an, I am sad, frown, but you’ve got to be fucking kidding me frown.
“You’ll work from here, not at home. You’ll work in this office. And if you think you’re leaving here with no panties on, you’ve got me mistaken with some other asshole.” He said in a gruff voice.
I looked around and saw where he ripped my thong, so I nabbed it off the floor and began to tie it back together. By the time I slipped it back on, the look that he was giving me, should have made me turn into a pillar of salt.
“Should spank your ass for that.” He growled.
My legs crossed as my center pulsed with awareness about exactly what they would do. Warren caught the move and took a step towards me. In an attempt to escape, I moved towards the door, which stopped him.
“Tomorrow. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I nodded.
He must have caught on to what I was trying to say, which was we don’t have time for this now. So, he nodded and said, “Tomorrow. Be here or I’m coming to get you. Same time, eleven.”
My head nodded and then I bolted out of his door. It wasn’t physically suffocating me but our bubble, the one that only he and I shared, was too intense. It kept me on edge, aware, horny and wanting that man on a regular basis. It was a maddening feeling that kept me on pins and needles. There was almost a neediness to it, that I was downright uncomfortable with. I knew why but after having sex like that, I also did not want to think about it.
The next day, I found myself tempted to call Warren and tell him that I would merely pay another designer to do his sites. Being in the same proximity as him would not bode well for my future. Not if I planned on remaining in the city. My work with the church was done, the Pastor was pleased with everything and loved the interactive parts of the site. That was no longer a distraction. Telisha was also grateful, since she was the one who connected me with the church after she saw my work for the school she worked at during the day. There was no way I would tell her about that brother of hers because I’m sure she heard it all before.
I had no siblings and of course, it’s something I always wanted. I surely could have used one when I found out that Greg was a selfish son of a bitch and a coward to top that.
Some thought it was a bit dramatic of me to just up and move but I thought it was fitting. Why did I need to share the same air with an asshat like Greg? The same city or the same damn state. Three hours away was enough for me.
Now, forty-five minutes away from Mr. Warren almost seemed too far. My privates hurt, the muscles in between my legs hurt, my ass and hips were bruised and I loved every single part. Oh, and my voice was fine, except the next morning. I answered the phone for my mother and she asked if I had a cold, based on the sound of my voice.
“No, mom,” I said after Warren’s words came back to me. “Just allergies.”
“When did you get allergies?” She huffed because she prided herself on knowing the extensive health records of her family.
It drove my dad absolutely crazy, since she needed to play doctor even after work hours. It was exhausting but sometimes, it was good to have someone with medical expertise but not now.
“I’ve been around a lot of different buildings with this new freelance job.” I shared. “How’s dad?”
She hummed, which meant she was thinking but quickly answered my question as well. “Your father is good. Saw him yesterday and he seems to be doing better. Pneumonia is such a tricky one. He still doesn’t want me diagnosing him, but they seem to be doing a good job.”
The woman could not give the compliment but this was close.
“That’s good to hear,” I said, while turning the water on. “I have to run, but I’ll give you a call tonight.”
“Okay, dear. Have a good day.” She said and hung up.
I looked at the bags of lingerie that I picked up at my appointment, also known as the mall. The one whole thong that I wore yesterday was ripped to threads. I had to cut it off of me last night because that night was made in way too much haste and the last thing I needed for Warren to do was to find a reason to keep me there or leave with me. I hadn’t shaved in God only knows. The garden that was essentially my bush was a bit untamed and he still brought his mouth to the weeds and I just needed to do all the stuff that a woman did when she was having sex. Especially the waxing portion and the man seemed to like both holes, so a Brazilian was needed.
If something happened today, he would know that I did this for him. However, the idiot I was, told him I did what I did for him yesterday, which was mostly wearing a thong. I didn’t think we’d have sex but shit, maybe as I leaned over, he’d see something. I should have known better. Warren saw and conquered. There would be no half-stepping.
To hell with it.
I decided to wear one of the many thongs I purchased. It would be a long project and I wasn’t sure how much I would get done being alone with him. Which was okay because I could work on the site at home.
After arriving at the club, I was let in immediately and ushered up to Warren’s office. He must have known I was coming at that moment because he was leaning against his desk, facing his door with an unreadable look on that gorgeous but stern face of his.
“Morning,” I said with a nod, as I tried to go straight to the table that was the same way that I left it yesterday.
He merely grunted at me.
I didn’t make it because my arm was caught by the tree trunk of a bicep and my whole body and lapto
p were moved so that I was standing in between his legs. After eyeing his hand’s connection with my arm, then realized he gave not a single fuck about manhandling me, I moved my eyes to his. He was staring down at me, even as he was sitting on the edge of the desk.
“Morning,” I said again, but he didn’t respond.
His hooded eyes were on my lips, so I smirked and placed my messenger bag on the floor, next to the table.
“The club closes at three, do you sleep like the dead?” He asked.
“What?” I asked with my eyebrows pushed together in confusion.
“Club. It closes at three. What time do you go to bed?” He asked in a different way that still made no sense.
“I go to bed around midnight, maybe later,” I answered the question that did make sense.
“Am I your first job?” He asked.
“In the morning, you mean?” I clarified.
He grunted with a nod of his head.
“Yes.” I found myself nodding back.
“Good. Give me your address and from now on, you come in at one o’clock.” He shared.
“What?” I asked.
“You come in at one,” He said slower. “I need your address.”
“Why?” I was asking about both statements, because they surely weren’t questions.
“Why what?” he asked as it hit me, he wasn’t used to hearing the concept. He said and people obeyed.
I sighed and then said in a measured pace, “Why do you want me to come in at one o’clock instead of eleven. And why do you need my address?”
It was his turn to act like I was exasperating him, because he did not answer me, but merely turned me around and began to unzip my skirt.
I wish, I mean I really wish I would have protested this, but I did not. My inner core grew wet almost instantly because despite the dull pain that throbbed down below, I wanted more. Hell, I nearly didn’t get any sleep thinking about all that he had done.
When Warren finished undoing my skirt and removing it, he sucked in a breath and pulled at the top of my thong in the back.
“For me,” he didn’t ask, but stated the fact.
The elastic piece of material popped back against my skin, causing the awareness to come alive within me. He moved me around him, so that I was facing the front of his desk that just so happened to be cleared off. Warren pushed me down, so that my elbows were on it, as I bent over with my ass out. There was movement and then I felt a hot sting on my left butt cheek.
