by Nicety
"Good morning."
“Hello. Dr. B? This is Starla Jacobs. I had spoken with you days ago about my dilemma.”
“Oh yes, Mrs. Jacobs. I do remember you. I thought you were coming in to see me that day. What happened?”
“Um, I got tied up with some business affairs.”
“I see.”
“Yeah, but, but I’m ready now. I know you may have some patients already there in your chair and what not but I’m willing to wait. I’ll wait all day if I need to. I’ve got nothing but time, Dr. B.”
“Are you sure you’re coming today? I don’t want you to say you’re coming again and never show up like last time. Next time you call I’m not so sure that I will be so understanding.”
“No, I’m definitely on my way. I’m on the road right this minute. I promise. ”
“Hmm. Okay, Mrs. Jacobs. I will take you but only if you promise to be one hundred percent dedicated to this program. I refuse to take anyone who is not serious about cleaning up their act and making a difference in their lives. I don’t have time for tire kickers. I need people who are serious about wanting to change.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m dead serious.”
“So if you want the help it is being offered but I can only help people who really and truly want to help themselves.”
“Yes, Dr. B. I totally understand. I am dedicated and more than ready.”
“Okay, we’ll see you when you get here, Mrs. Jacobs.”
“Thank you so much.”
I hung up the phone literally off my rocker excited. My salvation was but a few miles away. I was about to entrust this woman with getting the treatment that I needed. The only thing she did not know was that I was now addicted to primos. I had no idea how or where to even get anything like that though I knew it was better to detox from them.
Chino did not know that I now had a guilty pleasure addiction. It was one that I was quite ashamed of and I could not bare the thought of him knowing. I had hoped she could prescribe some medication for me, only enough to take the edge off. Or, to get me off of the shit quickly, by weaning me off without side affects or mood swings. It had gotten to the point that at times I couldn't function without it.
I was straight at least for another few hours or so. My eyes were not heavy and I was more focused now than I had ever been before. The smile forming on face was unusual yet sincere. The cravings for more junk would not start kicking in for a while. I could only hope that this doctor would not try to stick me in some sort of rehab establishment. Chino would for sure find out then that his wife was on that shit, a damn junkie.
I had already damn near ruined his life I did not want to be the one to ruin his career too. Nope I was going to stand my ground and make sure that she knew where I was coming from. This doctor would just have to understand how discreet everything needed to be. If she didn't follow along, than she would lose out on a rather large copayment payout and my great Blue Cross Blue Shield medical coverage.
Chapter 10
Chino
“Wow. This is a nice place you got here. Is this your own personal suite?” Ashley asked plopping down on the comfortable queen sized bed.
“My old secretary made sure that this room was paid for so I could have a place to quickly shower and change whenever I wanted to play golf before or after court.”
“You must play very often if you practically live here. It’s basically an apartment. You might as well buy a condo or something, Chino.”
“I used to play very often, lately not so much. But, I tried to find a condo though. Couldn’t find one close enough to everything I needed to be at within ten minutes.”
Tossing my jacket on one of the chairs in the sitting room area, I leaned up against the wall stuffing my hands down in my slacks pockets. Apparently, I had too much time to think. For some reason, I was having second thoughts about even being there with Ash. What was I thinking? I can’t have sex with this woman, even though she had served up a nice dish of pussy on the bed crossing those thick thighs to entice me.
Starla was heavy on my mind especially now since I brought her up. My mind was a freeway now that I had busted a few nuts. Having had the stress sucked very nicely out of me, opened my eyes a bit. Sleeping with Ashley went against the vows of the marriage that I was trying so hard to stay committed to. The moment we had already shared was bad enough.
“What’s wrong?” She asked patting a spot next to her on the bed for me to sit down.
“Nothing,” I lied, remaining still.
“You’re thinking about your wife aren’t you? I can see it all in your face.”
“Ashley, it’s a little bit more complicated than that.”
“No, it isn’t,” she paused before rising walking over to the window. “You know, I thought divorces were supposed to be brutal and ugly.”
She hinted that sarcastically, I noticed. We were both criminal law lawyers, but that would never stop us from seeing or catching a divorce case or two. Lawyers never turned down money, no matter if it was our expertise or not. Law is law and we learn basically all of it. I had never seen her in action when in court, however, something told me that she was a real force to be reckoned with.
I hadn’t thought about my divorce being anything but amicable. Seeing as though, Starla would not be able to really fight me due to the pre-nup. Ashley was merely egging me on to be upset about it, to keep me in an unloving state of mind about my wife. In actuality, being with her only confused me more.
“You know if you ever need a good lawyer…” She shrugged.
“Uh, I think I can take care of myself. I appreciate you though, Beauty.”
“I know you can sugar. Don’t mind me.” She winked. “I’m just trying to help.”
“Well, anyway most cases can be very cordial and settled with not even one argument happening.”
“That may be true but almost all of them end in turmoil and headache for at least one party. How long have you been married?”
“A little over 4 years.” Saying that made my heart drop.
“Wow. That is a pretty long time to be wrapped up in just one person but not long enough, sugar. So when are you going to let go, Mr. Jacobs?”
“It’s not that simple, Ms. Baker.”
“It’s simpler than you think—“
“If I married you, Ashley, and we started having problems would it be okay for me to seek solace in the arms of another woman and have sex with her?”
“Is she having sex with someone else?”
I paused looking at the perfectly cleaned dark carpet, not wanting to look up into her eyes to answer her question. “Yes. I believe so.”
“Well, then you’re even. I’m not trying to be just another booty call to you and given our past I’m sure that I will never be that. I’m trying to prove to you that you deserve better than what she’s given you.” The look on her face spoke sincerity but the cold calculated way she was trying to manipulate me slithered as seductively as a snake. “But, just to answer your question, I wouldn’t be worried about that. I know how to take care of my man in any situation.”
She was right. I did deserve better. However, I wanted my wife to be the one to give it to me. Why was it so bad in this day and age to want to love your wife and make it work? I wanted to love the one I was with, not look around for someone new. It was not hard for me to decide that I didn’t like the dating scene when I asked Starla to marry me. She felt like the one for me. But, I could not deny that Ashley had a point. Starla was probably out having the time of her life and for the life of me I couldn’t let go of the thought of her. I wanted to be true to my marriage but Ashley was making that really hard for me.
"You are really aggressive huh? But, then again you're a lawyer and a shark too."
"Chino, you know once I lock my eyes on something I don’t stop until I get it and I want to have you. I've never stop thinking about you even when I was with those other guys in college."
"Then why didn't you
leave those other guys and come be with me then? You knew I was crushing on you and you still made me jump through hoops and play the friend field and shit." Apart of me was a tad angry at the very thought.
“Your friendship meant everything to me. Do you know how hard it is to find a man who is just as good of a friend as he is a lover? Especially these days, it’s been crazy and scary out there. All men want to do is have sex and if they’re professional some little young hot to trot chick has already snatched them up." She went on as I looked away. "Oh, my gosh, your wife is young. Isn't she?"
"She's considerably younger than we are. Yes."
"They don't know what to do with men like you, sugar. Men like you are a dying breed. She knew nothing of the type of gem she had right in the palm of her hand."
“But, you do huh?”
“I’m telling you if you had married me 4 years ago, we would not be here having this depressing ass conversation. This is a gorgeous room. We would be fucking baby, not fighting.”
Ashley's eyes burned with desire but she refused to make the first move again. Judging by her fidgeting, she was doing everything in her power to restrain herself from walking over to touch me. She wanted me to make the first move on her, since she had already sucked me dry to prove her point in the car. It was in the air, her feelings for me were very much clear.
How could I deny a woman who wanted me? She appeared to be the only one that did. Torn between being right and doing the wrong thing, my fingers itched to touch her smooth skin. My mouth watered at the thought of my head in between her chocolate thighs. I licked my lips and shut my eyes tightly praying to God that I was thinking of doing the right thing. My body answered for my mind.
"Take off your clothes, Beauty."
"What?" She gasped wondering if she had heard me correctly.
"You heard me right. Take your clothes off. Slowly."
"You want me to strip for you, sugar? Your wish is my command."
She grinned from ear to ear as I made my way to the bed. I sat back while she seductively unbuttoned the large buttons on her suit jacket, revealing two very well cupped double D's. They were secured nicely in a beautiful maroon laced bra. I licked my lips as she unzipped the side zipper to her short mini-like skirt slowly, staring sensually into my eyes. The skirt dropped to the floor, as she stepped out leaving nothing left on her body but her bra, a matching set of lace maroon thongs and her shiny black heels.
"Damn you look real good, Ashley. Real good." My mouth salivated.
"It's all yours baby. You want it? You'd better come get it."
I wiggled my finger for her to bring that sexy ass body on over to me. One long beautiful leg in front of the other, she sauntered over, pressing her flat belly up against my cheek as I kneeled down in front of her. I closed my eyes enjoying the sweet fruity smell enveloped on her skin. My hands ran from the back of her thighs on up to her protruding backside, squeezing that jelly as if it would ooze through my fingers. It felt damn good to hold her body close to mine and my hands took on a mind of their own as I gradually peeled her thin thongs off of her wide hips dropping them to the floor.
She stepped out of them, as I placed my lips on her skin delivering tantalizing kisses to her clean shaved bulb. It did not even contain an ounce of stubble unlike my face, which I had been neglecting these past few days. I used my mouth to open her pussy lips and slid my tongue in between flicking her clit effortlessly. Her head tilted upward, releasing a whispered moan and breathing heavily. She tasted as flavorful as strawberries, her scent just as sweet.
I ventured up her body, licking her belly and working my way up to her tits. I pulled her arms away forcing her to bend over so I could suck the top of those striking double d beauties a little before moving on to her neck and up to her mouth. Our tongues intertwined as if they were one. I got this sensation in my stomach that I just couldn’t shake.
My eyes started to roll back although they were closed. I felt like I was floating out of this world and into a different universe. Her lips were like tasting fresh cherries, so juicy and wet. She trembled in my arms as if she had needed and wanted this forever. I had given her pussy a tantalizing kiss but the one between both of our lips was like paradise.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that," she spoke opening her eyes and shooting me a sly smile.
“I’ve always tried. You never let me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, sugar.”
“No need to be sorry, Beauty. We’re well past that now.”
My muscles bulged as I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. From the look in her eyes, she was totally surprised that I was able to lift her thick body up in the air. She felt as light as a feather to me, planting my face in between her beautiful perky tits. Carefully placing her ass on the bed, I tickled my fingers all over her body making sure that I crossed every inch of her. Smelling her savory essence, I flipped her over onto her stomach. She tooted her ass up in the air like she knew exactly what she wanted, begging me for the attention her body deserved.
Nothing flowed through my mind but thoughts of being inside of her, penetrating her for hours on end. But, I could not abuse her body by just sticking my dick in her raw, without caring and catering to her needs. A real man would never disrespect a woman’s beautiful pussy, by not speaking to it first. My lips had a lot of things they wanted to say to hers. Her body trembled as it yearned for my touch. I started with her shoulders, massaging all the way down to the small of her back. She lustfully exhaled from the pleasure of the stress being lifted away by my strength. When my hands caressed her ass cheeks, she slipped away to sheer bliss. But, nothing could have prepared her for what I had in store for her next.
I palmed and slapped her ass playfully a few times, before spreading her cheeks to get a taste of the loveliness in between them. Her pussy stuck out begging and calling for my attention. I could see it pulsate slowly, thirsting for my lips to envelope it gently and wet it casually. All I could do was smile. She was like a dog in heat ready to explode completely in my mouth and I was ready to let her. She buried her face in the plush midnight blue comforter, as I placed my tongue on her asshole gently exploring the ripples of her skin.
I could hear her faint screams, but she refused to move wanting to indulge in all that steamy goodness. With my hand, I stuck my index and middle finger into her pussy. A gush of moistness seeped out soaking them gradually.
Ashley enjoyed the way I manipulated her body. With my other hand, I palmed the top of her ass right in the middle and stuck my thumb slowly into her asshole lubricating it with my saliva gently. She bellowed heavily now continuing to bury her face so as not to alert neighbors in the rooms next door. I did not care if she screamed; I just wanted her to cum.
My thumb went deeper into her asshole fucking it like it was my dick, as my index and middle fingers from my other hand treated her pussy the exact same way. I banged her hard placing my ear to one of her ass cheeks to get a feel of her breathing making sure it was hot and feverish. It was then that I knew she would have allowed me to do anything to her that I wanted to.
My tongue searched feverishly and found its way to her clit. With my lips, I pulled back the lid of her clit in one full swoop, so that I could enjoy her inner bulb inside of my mouth. I sucked and licked it like I would never be able to kiss it again. She jerked ruggedly seeking relief. I had her so sowed up that there was nowhere she could run or hide. She fucked my mouth back taking it like a pro and loving the sensations that I was sending through three parts of her lower half, crying out in elation. It was golden to me since right when she came, she released a torrent of obscenities informing that I had done my job.
I almost did not want to let go of her clit from my mouth. However, women need a break from stimulation like that in order to build back up again. I slowly removed my fingers from her asshole and pussy, popping them in my mouth tasting every bit of her. I was enjoying the flavor of her sticking my fingers back in
, before allowing her to collapse on the bed with one gentle tap on her dark chocolate plumped cheek. Her body quivered from the small climaxes I allowed her, although she did not get all of my efforts. I could not bring myself to give her the type over the top orgasm that was only meant for one woman.
“Chino, I need some dick baby. After some shit like that I need a good pounding,” Ashley breathed.
“I know you do baby.” I sat down on the floor with her legs still surrounding me hanging half way off the bed.
“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
“No. Yeah, it’s fine.”
“So then what is it, Chino? You need me to suck that big white cock again for you, sugar?”
“Yeah, that was nice. But, naw, that’s not it. This is fun and all but let’s not pressure ourselves to rush into anything.”
“You think we’re rushing?”
“Ashley, think about it. You text me out of the blue and then we hook up right away in my hotel room after so many years. I mean what else do you want me to think?”
“Baby you’re thinking about this now? After you just orally fucked the shit out of me? Don’t leave me hanging like that sugar, please.” From the sound in her voice I knew I had her, even though I had not made her cum as hard she should have. She was desperately seeking dick control.
“Is that pussy still soaked?”
“Hell yeah baby. Come and get you some.” She wiggled her thighs enticing me.
“That’s how I want it to be everyday you see me and then if after, let’s say, a few weeks your heart has caught up with that pussy then I'll fuck you so hard your neck will break.”
“Chino—“ she sat up quickly.
“Don’t sell me false dreams, Ashley. I need to know that shit is real between us before I pour myself into another woman. I know we have a history but that history was filled with a lot of run around.”
"Shit could be real between us and still be wrong. The proof of that is in your marriage. Please don't leave me wet like this, Chino."
