by LK Collins
Natasha knocks on the door, right on time, and I pull my shirt over my head, knowing she loves my tattoos. My cock is already throbbing, ready for her. Opening the door, she is dressed in her work clothes and looks up at me with those big eyes and a smirk on her face.
“So this is where you live?”
“Yup.” I grab her hand and pull her to me, slamming the door behind us, as my tongue invades her mouth, showing her who is in control. That is what Natasha likes. As I hold on to the back of her soft blonde hair, she drops her bag and wraps her body around me, her arms clinging to me, and she is grinding her pussy against my cock.
Pulling back, I look at her with a smile on my face and say, “I can’t wait to fuck you!”
“Me too,” she responds and I walk us to the couch throwing her body down. She laughs, landing on the plush fabric as she looks over at the table of toys. I blur away the couch focusing only on Natasha. “You know, you live like five minutes from my work. We should do this more often.”
“I’m just a phone call away, babe,” I tell her as I push her skirt up. I’m excited when I see her sexy ass thigh highs. She has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth watching my every move. “So tell me what you want.”
“I need to come!” she blurts out.
I chuckle and begin to tease her clit with my thumb. “Any requests?”
“No, just do what you do.”
I nod once and sink a finger inside of her soft, wet pussy. “Like this?” I pride myself in knowing what each girl likes and doesn’t. What I can and can’t do with them, what rules we have established.
Natasha has her eyes closed and she’s gripping the fabric beneath her as I work her cunt. Taking a second finger, I add that, and then a third, stretching her nice and wide. Then the second that I twist my three fingers around and begin to work her u spot with my thumb, she loses it, twisting and turning, moaning as she fights giving into what her body wants. She convulses hard as she screams at the top of her lungs. This is her favorite and I enjoy her noises, not giving a shit if my neighbors hear her. When a woman comes, it’s the sexiest noise in the world.
Her body settles and she looks up at me panting. “Really, you had to make me come that fast?”
“I asked what you wanted. Now take your shirt off,” I tell her and she sits up reaching for the hem, slowly pulling it over her head. Her tits spring free, and I look at her with a baffled expression.
“That’s how you go to work?”
“Yeah, I work long hours, and bras are uncomfortable.”
Natasha has huge, perky tits, so I can only imagine the poor guys she works with and how they feel staring at her all day. Leaning in, I squeeze both of them and lick my tongue all over her neck, nipping and sucking her soft, hot skin.
Teasing her nipple with one hand, I reach behind me for a dildo and she asks me, “Can I suck you first?”
Standing to my feet, I’d love nothing more right now. I unzip my pants and present her with my cock. She always takes very good care of me when we see each other. My eyes are fixated on her as she sculpts her lips around the end of my shaft and takes her time swirling her tongue around me. Kissing and sucking just the tip, but I need more. I help guide her head, but as she adjusts the way she is laying, her pussy is staring right at me.
Reaching down, I massage her clit and she moans, picking up speed. Her lips hold me so tightly and her head bobs fiercely. My eyes move from her pussy, to her tits, to her stretched mouth, and I hold on to my release, already fighting the urge to let go. Thank God! But she doesn’t let me. Cupping my balls, she massages them, urging them on and drags it out of me. Grunting like an animal, I give her my cum, shedding it all over the back of her throat.
Fuck yeah!
She swallows every drop, not letting up her pace and I pull my cock out of her mouth, the blood rushing to the head. She grabs a dildo and begins to suck it. I let her take a minute and then pull it from her lips, and ease it inside of her. She moans, long and loud, then starts to bounce on it. As I push it in and out of her, I work her good knowing that I need to take things one step further, for both of us. She has my cock in her hand, jerking it with a firm grasp, and I match her movements.
“Harder, Latch,” she screams and I slam her cunt good. Her body is red and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. Taking my thumb, I nudge it into her ass and she looks at me wide eyed. We’ve never gone here, all though it’s not a place that’s off limits. She stops jerking me, her entire body tenses and I tell her, “Don’t stop, let’s come together.” She starts again and I love her touch. Pleasure burns inside of me and I’m just waiting on her.
“Oh God,” she mumbles, her fingers are knotted in her hair.
“Let go, baby,” and on my command, I watch her come on the dildo, screaming and shaking like I’ve never seen from her. This pushes me to the edge, and I hold my breath as my balls blow all over her and the couch.
14
Abby
Lying on the uncomfortable hospital bed as Sasha paces outside of my room, I feel terrible for inconveniencing her, but I didn’t know who else to call. I wanted to call Latch, but I closed that door and can’t reopen it. After the doctors admitted me, I called her in a panic needing someone with me that I knew.
“Did you find another flight?” I ask her, as she comes back into the room.
“I did, tomorrow at noon. Better than today,” she says with a smile on her face.
“I can pay for it.”
“No.” She waves me off and grabs my hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, I think.”
“When will Darrell be home?”
“Not for another week. He has a few away games.”
“Are things any better with you two?”
I shrug my shoulders and hold on to her hand. “Even if they were, I’m not sure that I want to stay with him.” This is the first that we have really gotten to talk about things.
“Would you really leave him?”
“Maybe.”
“What happened between you guys?”
As I look my best friend in the eye, I want to tell Sasha everything, but I’m not sure if I am ready to put everything out in the open and admit to my true feelings. But she gives me a reassuring smile and I forge forward. Digging deep within myself, I share everything with her. From the moment that I met Latch, to me convincing myself that our relationship was normal, even though I handed him stacks of cash and knew I was only one of many women. It’s hard to say these things out loud, and they sound even worse coming from my mouth.
“So, do you love him?” she asks me.
As much as I try to deny it, I can’t any longer. “Yeah, I’m fucking in love with an escort. How fucked up is that?”
“Mrs. McEllrath,” the doctor says, walking back into my room with a grin on his face. My heart pounds wondering what in the world is wrong with me. “I have some answers for you.”
“Am I dying?” I blurt out.
“No, far from it. You’re pregnant…”
15
Latch
“So, every Friday?” Ellen asks me, buttoning her pants.
“Sure, do you just want to start coming here?”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” she responds, and hands me a wad of cash. Her wrists are red from being tied up and her complexion is flushed from me fucking her so hard. Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek and run my thumb over her wrist, “I can’t wait.”
“Me too,” she says and leaves out the front door. I close it behind her adding the bills she handed me to the pile I’ve received over the last few days and then add her into my calendar of repeat appointments. I’ve been so fuckin’ busy, letting my clients come here. And it’s kind of been nice not having to run all over town. But what’s been the best of all, is it keeps my mind occupied. It keeps me from thinking about Abby. Now, I’ve got a constant focus staying on schedule and ultimately doing what I love. Every girl leaves more than satisfied, as I just keep pushi
ng the limits, getting crazier and crazier. It lets me know that it was a job well done, which is about as much satisfaction as I can get out of my life right now, and I’m going to take it.
Turning back towards the couch, it doesn’t matter how many women I’ve ruined because every time I look at it, I can still picture Abby. Running my hands over my face, I push the thoughts of her away. “Fuck!” I shout. I have to let her go. There is nothing more left for me to hold on to. She’s chosen her husband. We’re done!
There’s a knock on the door and I check the clock. It’s got to be Jessy. I open it and take a moment to enjoy her beauty. Besides Abby, she’s got to be the hottest girl that I work with.
“Fuck, you look good.” I pull her into my chest and hold her tightly, nuzzling and kissing her neck. Pulling back on the skin hard, so it leaves a mark, she laughs as I let her go.
“Hey to you,” she says still in my arms. I look down at her and those lips. “What?” she asks.
“Just thinking about your lips.” I run my thumb over them.
“I can’t wait to use them. So this is where you live?” She walks around and looks at everything, like all of the women have.
“Yup, this is my place.”
Her big ass is tucked into a tight pair of jeans. Looking at her, I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen her in clothes before because most of the time I show up at her place she answers the door in just lingerie or naked.
“It’s just how I pictured it,” she says.
“Why’s that?” I ask her, holding her by the hips as she stares out the windows that overlook President Street.
Turning her in my hold, her light eyes gleam from the sun and she runs her hands through my hair. “It’s clean and sophisticated like you.”
I laugh at her comment and grab both of her wrists pinning them behind her back. “I’m far from those things, baby.”
Holding our bodies closely, I keep her wrists together in one of my hands and roam her body with my other hand. Gliding a hand under her thin shirt until I have a handful of one of her tits in my grip, I take her nipple and pinch it between my fingers, rolling it back and forth. Her head drops back as she yelps in pleasure.
Her neck invites me in, a small mark is already showing from me attacking her when she walked in. I drag my tongue up it until my lips find hers and I kiss her with everything. Our tongues twist and turn, working together the way my cock will soon fuck her. Thinking of being inside of her makes my shaft grow and I pull her body closer to mine, rubbing myself against her, pressing down hard on the small of her back.
She stops kissing me and says, “Oh, God,” as a shiver runs through her.
“What do you want today?” I ask her, wanting to make sure that I fulfill her wishes.
“I wanna get fucked hard.”
“Should I tie you up?”
“If you want!”
Looking her in the eyes, I smirk. “What if I ruin you in front of all of Crown Heights, just like I did Central Park.” I let go of her hands and she pulls her shirt above her head. She stands ready and waiting.
Taking my hands, I reach down to the waist of her pants and slowly unbutton them. My fingers are all over her. Her breathing is quick and I love the control that I have over her.
As I remove her pants, I lead her to the couch and a vision of Abby hits me. I have to work hard to push the thought out of my head. So I decide to start somewhere else. Leading Jessy to my dining room table, I gently lie her on the thick wood surface. She looks up at me with her legs slacked to the side and I pull her towards me so her ass is hanging off the edge. Leaning down, I spread her pussy and she says, “No foreplay.”
I look at her confused and she says, “I need your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
Opening a condom, I roll it down my shaft. She watches me closely. “Did you just come here for my dick?” I tease her.
She giggles and nods her head, squeezing her nipples. My table is adjacent to a wall of windows so anyone that is in the building across the way could possibly see us, which is a better way to ruin her than the couch, and Jessy likes that. It’s one of the things she told me when we first met, so I always fuck her in a way that she thinks others are watching.
Taking one of her legs, I run it up the front of my chest. Her foot is next to my head and as I reach down separating her sweet pussy lips, she is drenched. I tease her with the tip of my dick and she moans looking out the window. Taking my time entering her, I let her feel every inch of my cock before I fuck her harder than ever.
“Yeah, that’s it, take all of me,” I tell her as she swallows my dick up.
“Jesus!” she cries out and I begin to move, holding on to her by the sides as I keep her body close to mine with every thrust of my hips. Her cunt is so hot. I’m not moving fast yet, but I am being rough, holding her firmly in my grasp, as I slam her harder and harder. Her eyes widen as she goes from looking out the window to looking at me.
She’s moaning loudly. Her noises are sexy as her body devours me, taking me away from this world, from the fucked up reality that I live in. “Harder!” she requests and I pick up speed, slamming her sternly, putting every ounce of rejection, hurt, frustration, and anger into every pounding thrust. Her tits shake with each slam of our bodies connecting as she engulfs me.
She is so hot, making my cock feel better than it has in a long time and I get carried away as my mind is freed. The table starts to move and I scoot her up, climbing on top of the huge mahogany slab of wood. Right now, I am thankful that my grandma convinced me to buy this beast of a piece of furniture. Jessy’s legs are spread wide open and I hold them down as I re-enter her cunt. She gasps and looks out the window, staring at the other building. I work her good and hard, fucking her just how she wants.
She moans my name, her eyes fixated out the window as she holds on to the back of the table. I look to see what she is staring at and across the way, there is a guy watching us. He’s dressed in a suit, but I can see that his hand is clearly jerking himself off.
“You like letting people watch you get fucked?” I ask her, splaying my hand across her chest as I hold her down, fucking her as hard as I can.
There’s a knock on my door and I ignore it knowing that my next appointment isn’t for a while. I keep fucking Jessy, grunting, giving her all of me, wanting her to come harder than she ever has before. Then the knock gets louder and I freeze when I hear Abby’s voice yell my name from outside.
“Don’t stop! Make me come!” Jessy screams, looking at the guy across the way.
16
Abby
My insides are a nervous wreck as I walk up to his home. I’m not even sure what I am doing here. But as I hold the pregnancy test in my hand, I know that he needs to know. After the doctor told me I was expecting, I didn’t believe him and took a few tests at home, just to confirm. Or maybe internally I was hoping that they were wrong. But all the tests were positive, and now, here I stand about to tell Latch. He has every right to know; it is his child, after all.
Looking down at the plus sign on the test in my hand, I push forward, knocking on his door. It sounds like he is inside, so I knock again, needing to tell him about this, “Latch!” I call out and then clear as day, I hear a woman yell, “Don’t stop! Make me come!”
Betrayal rains down on me. He told me that he never meets with clients at his home, so whoever he is with has to be more than that. I knew I wasn’t the only one. The test falls from my grasp and I turn to walk away, barely able to stand. Coming here unannounced was foolish. Holding myself up on the railing, I force myself to move, feeling so fuckin’ dumb. Did I really think that I was special? And why would he want to raise a child anyway? Just look at his life.
“Abby!” he shouts and I look back as he steps out of his apartment naked. I shake my head, looking down at his cock with the condom still on it. He covers himself up and walks towards me, pain etched across his face. He steps on the test. His eyes look down
to see what it is and he picks it up. Then he turns white as a ghost and I walk away from him.
“Is it mine?” he asks in his deep, calm voice.
Everything inside of me ignites, his comment pisses me off, and I turn around flipping him off, “Go fuck yourself, Latch!”
“Abby?” he shouts and I look for a cab, tears blaze in my eyes making my vision blurry.
There are none in sight so I just start to walk; I’ll walk forever right now. I’m fucked! It’s unreal that this is what my life has turned into. From being married to Major League Baseball’s MVP to now being knocked up by New York City’s biggest manwhore!
Thinking of it all makes me laugh. Why was I dealt such a shitty fucking hand of cards? I wipe my eyes clear and forge forward. “Stop, Abby,” he calls from behind me and I turn to see him jogging towards me in just a pair of jeans, no shirt, and I release venom upon him.
“No, you stop!” I scream, my heart racing as all the blood rushes to my face. “Coming here was a huge fucking mistake, Latch. I mean, how many girls are there that you treat just like me?”
He steps to me and touches the sides of my arms, pain is pouring from his eyes, and I push him away. “Don’t you fucking touch me ever again!” The tears flow and he puts his hands up.
“There are no others that have what we have. It’s only you, Abby.”
I wipe the snot away from my nose and look at him. “Don’t lie to me, motherfucker!” I push him backwards; he holds himself defenseless and defeated as he looks at me. “You clearly care nothing for me; I don’t know what I was expecting.” I walk away from him, my heart breaking with every step. Then a cab pulls up, saving me from this heartbreak, and I hail it, sliding in as fast as I can, but as I try to close the door, he rips it open.
