Authors: India T. Norfleet
“I thought you were my…wait what, my dramatic ou
tburst!? You're the ass who threatened my job. Because I love what I do, I’ve bent over backwards for you. We have lost entire issues in the past and I stayed night-after-night until the problem was resolved. You are well aware that everything you asked of me would have been on your desk, just like I promised. Yet, you chose to play big bad boss with me. Furthermore, you decided to do this shit on my birthday?” She snatched away from the compress, picked up the bottle of Patron, and took a long swig.
“Well, I ain't the damn one! So again, good luck trying to replace me. Now please, see yourself out and lock my door behind you.”
Turning off the light, she exited the kitchen and headed for the back porch.
“Whitley, I'm not leaving until you hear me out.” He said as he followed her.
“You know you’re trespassing; I could shoot you.”
“Damn it, I don't want to leave like this and I don't want you to resign. I was just…”
“You’re going to have a shitload of explaining to do to your bosses as to why not only their Executive Editor is no longer working for them but why I’m now working for their rival magazine. Guess what, have fun explaining that shit.”
“Got damn it, Whitley would you shut the hell up for one minute and just listen!” He yelled.
Snatching the bottle from her, he threw it across the room, pulled her to him and vigorously kissed her lips. Initially, she resisted. However, when he loosened his grasp on her waist, slid his big hands down to her soft behind, pulled her skirt up, and drew her flush against his hard body, Whitley gave in and enjoyed his kiss, giving into the moment. Sensing her relax, Will slid his tongue into her mouth and his hands under her blouse. Cupping her soft breasts until her nipples hardened, he backed her up against the wall and ground into her through their clothes. Whitley glided her arms over his shoulders, spreading her legs wider to better feel his strokes. Ending the kiss, Will rested his forehead against hers and inhaled Whitley’s scent.
“Whitley, I’m going to make love to you up against this wall right now. Then, I’ll explain my earlier behavior, do you u
nderstand?” He asked as he ripped her designer stockings from her legs.
“Yes.” She whimpered.
“Do you have any objections?” He unbuttoned his pants, tugged his boxers down and kicked them aside. “No.”
“Good.”
Will hoisted her up in his arms, held her thighs up to her chest and over his arms then slipped inside of her velvety warmth. Inhaling, Whitley let out a low mumbling moan.
“Williammmm. Yessss.”
“Grunting, Will kissed her bottom lip before he turned his head to the side and softly bit the side of her neck and earlobe. He held out for as long as he could, trying not to ejaculate prematurely. Even without moving, all the wet warmness clinched his hardness. Slowly, he began to grind inside of her, stoking slowly and thrusting deeply.
“Mmmmm.” Whitley mumbled loudly.
She licked Will's neck from his ear to his collarbone then traced the sensitive skin there with light, butterfly kisses.
“Fuck...me.” He whispered. He slipped his hands around to her ass, held her cheeks firmly and ground into her in a circular motion. His dick filled and massaged her repeatedly and co
mpletely. Greedily, her pussy sucked in his stroke and drenched every inch of him with every intense-driven grind.
“Oh myyy, yess Will yesssss.”
Instantly, Whitley began to contract and release her grip on his thick dick. Drenching him completely as his dick rubbed her G-spot ever so gently. Dragging her bra away from her nipple, long enough to get a good hold, he took her into his mouth and suckled. He alternated between applying light and deliciously painful pressure.
“Oh my god Willllll!”
“Call my name baby!” His voice was thick and heavy.
The sweet sound of her moans captivated him, wouldn't let him go until his body began to reel with the beginning effects of a long and hard orgasm. The melody they created was too much for Whitley. She began to shake the second the sweet strokes of her clit set off a delightful chain reaction of uncontrolled body spasms that spread throughout her entire body.
“Ohhhh yesssss.” Her body shook almost violently as her arms slipped down to his neck and held him there as her orgasm continued to rack her body. All it took was feeling Whitley's body responding to him to set him off mid-grind into her dripping pussy.
“Ahhh! Oh shit.” He grunted as his body tensed. Temp
orarily losing control of his body, he hurriedly shut his eyes. Pleasure-filled spasms swallowed him whole as he thrusted hard and fast until cum shot out of his dick deep inside of Whitley's still quivering pussy.
“Ahhhh, fuck.”
A few moments of heavy breathing had passed before their bodies could somewhat function again. Raising his head, Will pushed locks of Whitley's hair out of her face then gazed into her eyes. After a concentrated moment, she looked away rapidly. Pulling his wet, still slightly jerking dick out of Whitley, he carried her to the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Her hot pussy was mere inches from his dick which already appeared to be nearing full salute status again.
“Whitley, I apologize for taking you against the wall like that but I couldn’t resist not being inside of you any longer. I’ve been ima
gining the moment we just experienced for the last year and a half. Still, it was better than anything I could've ever imagined. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you but didn't want to mix my business with your pleasure.”
“Ha! You got jokes.”
“I have a few good ones from time-to-time. All jokes aside, as for me being an asshole earlier, it was only because I needed you to stay at work long enough to…”
Ding Dong.
“Could you hold that thought for one minute?” Whitley jumped up, pulled her skirt down and ran to her front door. The closer she got, the louder the knocks became.
“Okay, hold on. This better not be Winter and Wendy banging on my door like this.” She mumbled as she unlocked it, pulling it open at the same time.
“Hello. Special delivery for Whitley Greer.”
“I'm Whitley Greer.” She answered suspiciously.
“Ms. Greer, could you sign on the dotted line?” The delivery guy requested as he handed over his clipboard. “Thank you.”
“Could you tell me who the delivery is from?” She asked as she saw a guy walk up her walkway with a dozen roses in a vase.
“I’m sorry but that was asked to be kept anonymous. Have a good day.”
“Hello ma'am, where would you like these?”
“Anywhere in the living room is fine.” She stepped aside to allow him room to enter.
“Okay, the others as well?”
“What others…” Whitley turned around and saw eleven more guys, each carrying a dozen roses. “Uhhhh yes.”
As soon as they were done, Whitley got ready to close the door when she witnessed something shining from the corner of her eye. Turning toward the object, she saw that it was a sleek, shiny, new limousine pulling up and parking in front of her home. The driver exited the car carrying a silver platter with a lid and four boxes.
“Hello ma'am. These are for you.” He announced as he sat the boxes on the porch and took the lid off the platter to reveal a letter.
Grabbing the letter, she tore it open and read it.
Whitley, I've been secretly in love with you since the day you barged into my office telling me what you will and won't tolerate on your first day on the job. I could never find the right words to tell you. Then, when I read your response to our readers regarding how a man should treat a woman, I had my way in and was going for gold. I have an extra special night planned if you're ready to take a chance on me - on love
.
Turning around, she came face-to-face with William and his mi
llion dollar smile.
“I was only trying to get you to stay at work to make sure you got all of your birthday presents. Happy birthday gorgeous.”
“You did all of this for me?” She asked with tears in her eyes.
“For you and only you beautiful.” He chuckled.
“Oh my god, are you serious?”
“Very much so.”
Running to William, he picked her up in his arms as she kissed him all over his face.
“Baby girl, what in the world is going on over here and why aren't you answering your phone…”
Turning in the direction of her sister’s voices, she smiled even brighter.
“Oh never mind, we know why now.” Wendy whispered.
“Uh, speak for yourself, I don’t know anything. Whitley honey, you want to tell us what's going on?” Winter grinned.
“Absolutely; this is one birthday I'll never forget!”
“Hello, welcome to Happy Endings nail and day spa. How may I help you this evening?”
“Hello, my name is Cassandra. I have a 7:30 appointment with Shantina, I'm about 15 minutes early though.”
“Okay, could you please sign in and take a seat. I'll let her know you’re here.”
“Great, thank you!”
“You're very welcome!”
After signing in, Cassandra rounded the corner and went into the art deco inspired pink and black waiting room and took a seat on the empty black semi-circle lounger closest to the magazines. Rifling through the magazine rack, she thumbed through magazines until she came across Men's Health and GQ.
Jackpot
. She grinned.
While browsing the pages, she came across men of all races whom she assumed were in their mid-thirties like herself or older with bodies to die for. She was looking for a guy sexy enough she could masturbate to right quick. Cassandra made a mental note to call and make an appointment with the sex therapist she’d came across a few months ago while watching late night television. She was interested in ascertaining if Dr. Nutt could e
xplain why she woke up in the middle of the night having intense sexual urges like she was some horny teenager, which began six months ago. Compulsions that either caused her to desire sex or required frequent masturbation in order to function.
Pausing in the middle of a GQ article entitled stamina in the be
droom, Cassandra skimmed the commentary. Nevertheless, her focus was on the topless man piece of white chocolate in the middle of the page with amazing abs, sexy lips, and one hell of a protrusion which could be seen through his sweat pants.
Yes daddy, come to momma
.
Instantly, she pictured herself vigorously riding his bulge on a pi
cnic table in the middle of a neighborhood park. Quickly, she glanced around the waiting area. Other than a woman arguing on the phone across the room in front of the hostess desk, she was all alone. Placing the open publication on the seat next to her, she scrambled through her purse until her hands touched the bottom of the fat silicone remote she was searching for. Cassandra took another look around the room. When she felt confident she was alone, she powered up the remote, jumping slightly at the medium vibrations from the pulsating egg that was inside of her massaging her delicate vaginal walls.
“Ummm.” She mumbled softly.
Grabbing the magazine, she placed it over her purse to further hide her secret and to masturbate to the sexy man she was now staring down at.
“This shit feels so good.” She whispered.
Closing her eyes, she smiled inwardly at the thought of getting caught in a public place. The excitement from the risk, made her squeeze her thighs together and gradually increase the vibrator's speed.
Oh please, let me cum right quick. I need to bust this nut so fuckin’ bad
.
As the vibration began to take control of her body, Ca
ssandra pressed the speed button on the remote. The throbbing on this speed was so strong she could feel it bouncing back and forth between her clit and G-spot.
“Yesssss. Shit.” She whispered as she moved about in the chair trying to hurry her big bang.
Gripping the remote so tightly, her hands were becoming sore. Cassandra dialed the vibrator up to its maximum speed. The second her eyes began to twitch and her toes curl, she was aware that an all-consuming, do whatever orgasm was near. Yes! Just before the waves could slam into her body, the hostess's loud click clack of her pumps and overly cheery voice broke her concentration.
“Cassandra, Tina will see you now.”
“Nooooo.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, I'm talking on my Bluetooth.” Cassandra lied pointing to her ear. Thankfully, she still had it on.
“Oh okay. Well, whenever you’re ready, you can go on back.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
Frustrated that she didn't get off, she grabbed her belongings as well as the magazine with the sexy hunk, shoved it into her purse, slowly stood, and made her way back to Shantina's workstation.
If I don't come soon, shit is going to get real messy
.
“Hey lady.” Shantina smiled. “How are you?”
“Hey Tina, thanks for squeezing me in for a last minute appointment today.”
“No problem darling, anything for one of my favorite cu
stomers.” She praised as she took Cassandra's jacket and boots off then helped her into the pedicure chair.
“Are you getting the usual mani and pedi with shellac?”
“I sure am.”
“Awesome. I’m going to get the pedicure basket; I'll be right back. Would you like tea or water?”
“No thank you.”
“Okay, be right back.” Five minutes later, Shantina came rushing from the supply closet.
“Cassandra, I'm sorry but I have to go. My grandmother has to be rushed to the hospital and the doctors won't give me any information over the phone.”
“Oh no. I totally understand; I hope everything’s okay.”
“Listen, I’ll reschedule you for tomorrow and give you half off for your inconvenience. But since you’re already here, our masseur, Roman can get started on your pedicure if you’re comfortable. I’ll still discount your services at half price and finish taking care of you when you return tomorrow.” Shantina declared as she rushed to gather her belongings and clean up her work area.
“Whatever is easier for you. As long as he's good, I have no pro
blem with it.”
“He's awesome. I’ll vouch for him. He can do everything but d
esign your toes.”
“Okay, I'll try him out.”
“Good choice, I’ll send him right over. I promise I'll call you tomorrow and get you back in here at whatever time is good for you.”
“Tina, we’ll talk later. Go see about your grandmother.”
“Thank you.” Tina hugged her, yelled something to Roman then ran out the door.
******
“Good evening beautiful. I’m Roman; I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Can I get you anything to drink before we get started?”
Hubba Hubba! Rust complexion and hazel eyes, stop drooling Cassandra
.
Where were you when I was in the lobby masturbating? Good Lord, I have to get my remote
.
Straight away, she squeezed her thighs together to keep from stimulating her clit but it was too late, she was throbbing and her thong was soaked.
“Cassandra?”
“Huh? Uh, no I’m fine thank you.”
“Okay, let's get started then.”
Pulling up a stool, he sat down, placed the wicker basket on the table next to the pedicure bowl then tested the water te
mperature.
“Would you like me to warm the water for you?” Roman asked as his hand grazed her ankle.
“Yes please.”
Roman turned on the hot water and said, “Tell me when.”
A few moments later, Cassandra said, “Okay, you can turn it off now.”
“I’m going to place this towel over your legs just in case your dress rides up, okay?”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Starting with her left foot, Roman removed her oil polish, clipped, and filed her toenails. He had just finished clearing the dead skin when the receptionist headed toward them.
“Excuse me, Roman I'm getting ready to call it a night as soon as my ride arrives. I already did most of the closing duties for you and locked the front door since I noticed you parked in the back.”
“Okay, thank you Michelle. Have a good night.”
“Anytime Roman; you too.”
OMG, I'm stuck in this shop with this fine ass man alone? Lord give me strength. At least he's almost done
.
As soon as Roman placed his warm hands filled with l
otion on Cassandra's leg, she realized she was in trouble. Unfortunately, he was nowhere near done with her.
“Are you okay?” Roman asked when she jumped at his initial co
ntact. He seemed more amused than concerned.
“Y-yes, I'm fine.”
“Yes, you sure are.”
“I'm sorry, what was that?”
“I said, you sure are fine.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Roman took his time massaging the lotion on her legs and feet, making sure to coat every inch of her soft, toffee-hued skin. Reaching for her purse, she pulled it into her lap then eased her hand inside for the remote to her vibrator. Annoyed that it had somehow gotten lost in her purse, she sat it back down, sighing heavily.
“Everything okay?” He asked while massaging the ball and heel of her feet.
“Yes, why do you ask?” Cassandra raised a brow suspiciously.
“Because you seem annoyed that you couldn't get the r
emote to the vibrator from your purse.”
“I just…wait what?”
Did he just say…
“I can get it for you if you like.” Roman looked up and held her gaze until she blushed and severed eye contact.
How in the hell does he know I have this damn vibrator? What the hell; this could be fun
.
“Uh, okay!”
Wiping the lotion from his hands, Roman looked inside of the huge purse, which she held out to him, locating the remote on the first try.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Here, let me turn it on for you. That way you can just sit back and finish enjoying your pedicure.”
Before Cassandra could respond, Roman had turned the remote on the third speed, sat it in his lap, and began working l
otion up toward her thick thighs instead of down toward her feet which was the direction he was going in before.
Ohhhhh yes, this feels soooo good. I wish he would just go up a little bit higher
.
As if reading her mind, he slowly massaged his way up her creamy thighs. Locking eyes with her, he silently asked for pe
rmission to go all the way. When she exhaled and her eyes closed, he inched his way underneath her dress and didn't stop until his hands graced her wet thong. A shiver ran up her spine, transformed into tiny sensations and traveled throughout her body.
Grinning mischievously, Roman stood, walked across the room, washed his hands and disappeared into the back. A few minutes later, he returned with a hot towel and a compact radio. Plugging it in, Roman pressed play on the CD and “Pretty by The Weekend” began to filter through the small speakers. Crossing the room, he sat down and draped the hot towel over her legs and feet. Before her right foot could touch the hard surface of the bottom of the bowl, Roman held it up to his lips and sucked her big toe into his mouth.
“Oh my god!”
While going from one toe to the next, he grabbed the r
emote and dialed the vibrator up two speeds then massaged her feet until her body began to quiver.
“Ohhhh.”
Exquisite tremors of pure bliss started to flood her body and course through every single nerve ending. When Roman finally made it to Cassandra’s left foot, she was squirming about and gripping the hard handles of the chair, begging to achieve an orgasm and nut her out of her misery. Noticing she was ready to explode at any moment, he quickly released her feet, tossed her shaking legs up over his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the seat. Shoving Cassandra's thong to the side, Roman turned the vibrator up to the highest speed then dipped his head between her thighs and slowly drug his long tongue from her clit to her anus. Again, he repeated the act but went in a little deeper. Long, sweet licks turned into languidly slow sucks of her slippery pussy lips.
“Roman, don’t stop please. Please!” Cassandra’s screamed loudly.
Parting her lips with his tongue, he dipped deep inside of her pussy and tongued the end of the vibrator so it would start to rotate the sensations. Switching to an in and out motion he laid his tongue on her throbbing clit and circled it until her grasp on the armrests began to weaken. The contact of his wet tongue combined with the vibrations was just what she needed to explode.
“Oh fuck!” She screamed then slammed her eyes shut.
Cassandra’s entire body quivered and constricted. Her toes curled and shooting stars burst behind her eyelids. “Yesssss.”
Shortly after the beautiful orgasmic feeling started to su
bside, she finally opened her eyes and was face-to-face with Roman. Somewhat embarrassed, she quickly averted them to the radio across the room. Gently, he turned her head back to face him.
“If you’re embarrassed, you have no reason to be. The world would be a better place if people gave into their desires. You’re absolutely beautiful. Even more so when you’re coming undone - quite the sight to behold, sexy.”
“Thank you.”
“How did you enjoy the Roman Special?”
“I enjoyed it very much. How did you know I had a vibrator?”
“I stepped into the storage closet behind you because my phone reception was bad. When I saw you, I forgot who I was tr
ying to call. So, I watched you until Michelle interrupted. If she hadn't when she did, I would’ve pulled you in there and had my way with you.”