Three days had passed and Monique hadn’t seen her boss. She had gotten her first bi-weekly phone call yesterday and he had remained all business throughout the entire conversation, which was something she was not used to. She had expected him to come in all day for their weekly face-to-face meeting but it was three thirty and there was still no sign of him. Still, she watched the clock constantly hoping that he would arrive at any second.
She wasn’t sure if she believed that they hadn’t had sex with the love bites, the empty condom box she had found on the floor next to his bed, waking up next to him nude and now his distant behavior. After she had awaken in his bed butt naked and been told that they were married, she had wanted to quit her job right on the spot. Even after he had convinced her that nothing happened, she still found it nearly impossible to come into work on Tuesday, afraid that people at work somehow knew what had happened after the party. She had found numerous hickeys on very intimate parts on her body, including her breasts, her tummy and even one on her inner thigh. The more she thought about it, the less she believed that their relationship was still platonic. His explanation of what had happened seemed almost impossible to believe but he had been so adamant about the events that lead to her naked body under his covers that she just finally had taken his word for it.
She tried not to think about it, but her mind could find no other thoughts that day. Supposed they had slept together and she had been so drunk that she couldn’t remember any of it. She was upset by the idea of that having had happened, not because she felt he may have taken advantage of her in her inebriated state, but because she wasn’t able to remember what was possibly the first sex she had since her fiancée, Kelly had been killed in Iraq. She found herself imagining what sex with Velle would be like; finding it hard to think about anything else at times. How could she have gotten so drunk that she couldn’t remember something that she had dreamt happening for the past six months actually happening? Robin hadn’t had any trouble believing Velle’s story, as the two had laughed, at Monique’s expense when they met at the hospital. Robin seemed to be convinced that if Velle were nothing else; he wasn’t a liar and if he said nothing happened, then nothing happened.
She finished her last customer at quarter to five, but because it was Robin’s turn to pick up the girls from their respective childcare facilities, Monique was in no rush to get home. She loaded the salon washer with a load of dirty towels before sweeping the salon floor. She said goodnight to the other stylist, as they packed their supplies and left. Soon she found herself alone in the salon she called home. She locked the front door; somewhat disappointed that Velle hadn’t made it to their meeting. She packed her bag of supplies and sat in her station’s chair while waiting to put her load of towels in the dryer. She listened to the sound of trickling water until she unintentionally dozed off in her station’s chair. Giving her a slight shake while calling her name, Velle, awakened Monique a short time later.
“What…what time is it?” She said looking down at her watch, as she tried to focus; embarrassed that her employer had just found her sleeping. “I must have dozed off while waiting for the washer to stop. I’m sorry.” She got up from her chair, grabbing her duffle bag from the floor and placing it on the counter. She had wanted to see him all day but now that he was standing right in front of her, she was nervous and wanted to get out of his presence as soon as he possibly could.
“Sorry, I didn’t make our meeting today. We are right in the middle of finishing up a deal that will hopefully allow us to give back to the community. I don’t want to say too much right now because it’s not a done deal but if we can pull it off, Nikki says she’ll feel like Oprah.” Velle giggled.
“That’s great.” Monique said sounding less than enthused by his reason for missing their meeting.
“I didn’t think that you’d still be here but if you have time then we can have a quick meeting right now. It’ll only take about fifteen minutes or so because I know you’ve got to pick up your little girl. Besides, I know that you have everything under control, but I did want to talk to you about which shows you guys wanted to do and when.” He said unsure how she would react to being asked to stay after work just to talk to him.
“Okay…sure. It’s Robin’s day to get the girls anyway,” she said pausing as she heard the washer stop. She continued, “Just let me put these towels in the dryer and I’ll meet you in the office.” Which is exactly what happened. She put the towels in the dryer, before taking the seemingly long walk to what usually served as her office. She walked in to find Velle seated in front of her computer.
As she started to take a seat in one of the two chairs opposite Velle, he said, “Come here let me show you something.” She walked around to the other side of the desk so that she could see the computer screen. She squinted while leaning over his shoulder to read the email that he had pulled up. He was talking about something or other but it all just sounded like mindless chatter as Monique was finding herself lost in her fantasy world, again.
He had said her name three times before she became aware that he was asking her a question. After he had gotten her attention, she still just stared at him as if she were expecting something. He raised his eyebrows in an attempt to coax her into saying whatever was on her mind. She was unusually close to him, with her breast resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, they found themselves there again; in that awkward moment that plagued them every time they had their weekly meeting, but this time there was more lust than infatuation. Monique leaned in first with thoughts of great sex floating in her head that allowed her to cross the imaginary line that had kept her desire for him at bay for the past few months. He seemed reluctant, at first, but as soon as she put her lips on his all hesitation disappeared. Her tongue soon found its way inside his mouth, giving him such a passionate kiss that she could feel herself becoming wet by the thought of what was happening, alone. She slid her hand around his neck and firmly grasped the back of his neck, as if she were taking control of the direction this kiss was going. She heard herself moan, as she enjoyed the tingle that their tongues touching provided. Her body was ready for this thing to go all the way, for her to push worry to the side and let go of her inhibitions so that she could give him what he wanted and give her body what it needed.
Morality is a dirty word when it comes to matter of sexual pleasures. It was morality that made Monique realize that she had crossed the line so she quickly pulled away saying, “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” For a moment, she was completely embarrassed but at the same time she wanted him to take the next step, which he did.
“I know,” Velle said getting up from his seat, before Monique could begin to resent what she had done, he picked her up by her waist and sat her on the desk saying, “I should have.” Before, they knew what was happening, they were kissing again. Velle pulled her into his chest, excited that she seemed as taken by the passion of the moment as he was, he positioned himself between her legs. She kissed him as if it were something she’d wanted to do for a long time, something that made him uneasy about what they were about to do. He wanted this kiss to be the beginning of something wonderful and not just a prelude to a sexual tryst, so even though her kiss was beyond stimulating he pulled his lips from hers saying, “WAIT! Wait, wait, wait! Momo….” For a second, he could just stare at bewildered face not wanting to tell her how he was really feeling but before nerves could cloud his judgment he blurted out, “I want you so bad...and I’m not even talking about the physical!” He couldn’t gauge her reaction and he wasn’t sure he really wanted to just yet. He pulled his hands from around her waist and rested them on her cheeks, staring straight into her eyes he said, “I want you Momo. Mind, soul, and yes this incredible body, but most of all I want this heart.” He placed his hand over her racing heart and continued, “I love everything about you from the wiggle in your walk to goofy way you giggle when you’re not sure what to say. I’m not gonna lie and pretend like I don’t think about making love to you all day every day, because I do but I imagine what it would be like for the two of us to just be together. I don’t want this to be just a one time thing.”
Monique didn’t want to hear any of that shit right then. She wanted her legs open and him in between them. So without saying a word, she leaned forward as she pulled his tie, in an attempt to get him closer to her and responded to his statement with a kiss. A kiss seemed to be the only answer he needed, as he ran his finger through her long tresses. This was it then. This was the moment that they’d both waited for.
He could feel Monique pulling his dress shirt from his pants before undoing the buttons, while he kissed on her neck. He gentle grazed her neck with his teeth before sucking the spot hard, in an attempt to gauge her pain tolerance. He was pleased when he heard her take a deep inhale through he teeth, which made a hissing sound that signified pleasure, as she wrapped her legs around him. His last move had caused her to go from gently unbuttoning his shirt to popping the last three buttons in an attempt to get it off quicker. He loosened his necktie, which she immediately helped pull over his head and tossed to the floor; his shirt would meet the same fate. She placed one hand on his firm stomach before lifting his wife beater t-shirt, tickled by the sight of the six-pack that she’d imagined in her daydreams. Her tongue quickly met the spot at the top of his abdomen, where she lead traces of her lust up the center of his chest with her tongue, as she continued to remove his t-shirt. Velle did his part, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off, as her full wet lips placed steamy traces all over his chest. She placed her mouth over one of his nipples, quickly nibbling on it while she ran her finger over the other, making it nice and erect…and speaking of erect. She could feel his manhood throbbing on her inner thigh and she was beyond pleased that it felt like a nightstick tapping on her thigh; knocking for entry she mused.
Velle was amazed by the stimulation of having someone biting his nipples provided. He couldn’t recall having it done, especially in this manner, before. He looked down at her to find her looking back at him before she switched sides to repeat her teasing. The sight of her sucking and biting on his chest was almost more exciting than the feeling of it. He moaned a little, not wanting to sound like the woman in this scenario, but the feel of her tongue on his body was more than he could take. She was kissing on neck, when he decided that he had to get back in control of this escapade…he was the man after all. He lifted her face so that he could give her a hard kiss before he lifted her top over her head, tossing it to the floor beside his, to expose her full breasts encased in a lacy satin black bra.
He stared at the majesty of her enormous bosoms for a second, his mouth salivating for the feel of her nipples on his tongue. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, anxious to feel his lips on places other than hers. Her breathing was heavy and bated, as her toes curled with such anxiety they caused her heels to fall off hitting the hardwood floor with a loud thud. She arched her back, her breast heaving, begging for his attention but he ignored them. Instead he kissed the spot between her neck and he shoulder blade, an erogenous zone that had been secret to Monique until Velle’s tongue pointed it out. Her legs again tightened around him and she felt herself grinding against his hard cock, a sign that her body could no longer wait but the build up was hopefully a prelude to pure ecstasy. She dug her fingertips into his shoulders as he slowly trailed his tongue down the center of her chest to find the spot where a lacy wall held her delectable mounds prisoner. He used his tongue to trace the outline of her nipple over her bra. He gently teased the raisin-sized beauties that were her nipples with his teeth, energized by the sound of her heavy breathing. She was hot and bothered and so ripe for the picking. He skillfully pulled down the laced satin that kept him from his prize with his teeth, quickly invading the space with his tongue. Biting. Nibbling. Sucking. Lapping. Licking. Pleasuring. Words that could be used to describe the method to Velle’s seduction and cause of Monique’s titillation. Her soft moans of delight changed to out right cries of bliss, as he moved from one breast to the other, massaging and caressing one as his tongue tickled the other. It was a feeling she had missed and at that moment couldn’t imagine how she’d gone so long without it.
Before long her bra was on the floor, as were the rest of their clothes leaving the room filled with nothing but lust, desire and amazing opportunity. To her extreme delight, Velle was on his knees with her thighs on his shoulders and his face between her legs when she placed her hand on the top of his head to lift his face and asked, “What are you doing?” He just smiled back at her with a sneaky grin on his face before returning to his intended task. Monique knew damn well what he was about to do, hell, she wanted him to do it. She just didn’t want him to think that she was going to return the favor because she didn’t intend to. She held her breath as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, so that she was positioned just right for what he was about to do to her. She stared down at the top of his head, firmly twisting one of her nipples anticipating the touch of his tongue.
He kissed the lips of her sweet spot as gently as one kisses an old friend, before he parted them with his tongue in search of the little pandora’s box that held her ultimate arousal. He felt her clit on his tongue and the immediate the shivers it caused in Monique was a sign that he was indeed in the right spot. She opened her legs wider in an effort to give him greater access to the place he needed to be. He used two of his fingers to separate her lip so that he could better see his target. He rubbed a finger over the bull’s eye in a circular motion, which caused Monique to roll her head back and place her finger in her mouth. He then literally attacked her pussy with his tongue, unleashing an erotic assault on her most venerable area. He lapped, licked and sucked on that thang as if he were a prisoner on death row and she were his last meal. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my GOD!!!” Monique screamed in rapture as her thighs began to quiver from the sheer delight he was causing with his mouth. If his tongue was any indication of what his dick could do, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle it but she was extremely ready to find out.
Sure that he had accomplished his first goal of getting her to orgasm, Velle got up from his position on the floor. He wiped away the signs of pleasure that she had deposited on his face, before he lifted her thighs to the position her needed them to be if he were to gain entry to her secret garden. “Almost forgot,” he said as he lowered her legs to search for something in his pants pockets. He pulled out his wallet and located snuggly inside was the same golden foil packet that had kept him from the place he was trying to go three days earlier. He tossed his pants and wallet to the floor and quickly tore open the packet. Monique watched as he slid the condom on over the head of his dick making sure to leave some room to catch anything that may want to escape. She smiled at the sight of a condom that looked more like a rubber cap than a rubber as there was still an amazing length of shaft left exposed by his protection, which just meant the he had an extremely big cock.
Once he had it on, it was back to business and she again found her thighs resting on his forearms. She slid her hand between her legs to help guide him inside her. She rubbed his head over her clit a few times, as if it were knocking on the door of her intimate box to gain entry, before she guided him to the gateway to her seventh heaven. She was tight. The kind of tight that makes for quick and easy orgasm, especially for a girl who has wall-to-wall coochie cobwebs. It was somewhere between his third or fourth thrust that Monique felt the chills that lead to the tingles that lead to the quivers in her thighs that signaled she was already at her first, of what would be many, orgasms for her that night. She screamed his name over and over in heavenly bliss while she returned his thrust with some of her own, as she welcomed her first orgasm in five years. She soaked it up, enjoying its every sensation, from the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, to the curling of her pinky toe. Velle lifted one of her breasts to his mouth and began sucking it, which got her right to the finish line in record time. Her mind thought that maybe she couldn’t take this kind of pleasure but her body begged to differ, as she dug her nails into his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist in an attempt to keep him right where he needed to be. At the height of her pleasure, she felt her whole body tremble as he continued to hit the spot that brought her the most enjoyment. Again, she screamed out his name almost embarrassed by the noises she made but too wrapped up in her man made heaven to give a damn.
The end of her first bit of heaven found her weak, as she collapsed into Velle’s chest, which caused him to stop his skillful delivery to ask, “Are you alright?” he smiled at sight of Monique weak from ecstasy.
“Yeah,” she managed to say through her breathlessness. She couldn’t remember cumming being so tiring, but she definitely had the energy to keep this thing going. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been awhile that’s all. Now, bend me across this table and fuck the shit outta me. No more nice and slow. I need it hard and rough…ass smacking, hair pulling, all of that.”
“Hell yeah.” Velle replied calmly, while he was doing cartwheels in his mind. He knew she was a freak, the quiet ones always are, and he had apparently unlock the door to the place where Monique’s inner freak lived. He did as she requested, turning her over before ramming his hard dick inside her causing her to grip the mahogany desk. He had expected to remain in control of their little game, as he had already scored the first touchdown in their sexual championship, but he was mistaken. Everything was going as he planned until he smacked one of her butt cheeks, an action that signal a change in authority. Suddenly, she was throwing it back much faster than he could catch it and she was slamming that thang back hard. Before he knew what had happened, he was just standing there in amazement as she popped her pussy on his dick like a stripper working the pole. The gushy sound of her wet twat was tantalizing but when she made her ass clap while getting it in on his pole; let’s just say he could already see her with his last name. Her skills on the dick were phenomenal and every time he glanced down to enjoy the show; he almost immediately had to look away, afraid that the mere sight of that bootie bouncing back on him would make him nut.
“LORD HAVE MERCY!!! SHIT!!! GIRL! Whatchu trying to do to me?” He said as he reached down and grabbed either side of her butt cheeks. She didn’t say a word, she just looked back and gave him a devilish grin, as she continued rotating her hips, impressed by the sloppy sounds their love making provided. She was acting like a dirty girl, so Velle was more than happy to treat her like one. He grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her back to him. She arched her back, making a perfect “C” as he lifted her off the desk. He leaned forward, so that he could growl in her ear, “you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”
She slid her arm over her shoulder and reached around to grab the back of his head before looking back over her shoulder. She slid her tongue between his panting lips, giving him the kind of hot, sloppy kissing that he like when he was dicking someone down. She growled back at him through her teeth, “Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me real hard!” And with that Velle slammed her back down onto the desk, keeping a tight grip on the back of her neck, and fucked her as hard as he possible could. She screamed out, “YES! YES! YES! LIKE THAT, BABY! JUST LIKE THAT!” She loved it! He had wanted fuck a girl this way ever since he had started having sex, but had always been stop by girls who claimed freak but really weren’t. But not Momo, she loved the “D”, evident by the way she was still throwing it back at him while he was pounding with no mercy. He could tell by her moans that she about to cum and he felt it his job, no his duty to get her there. He banged that thing like a drum until her fulfillment rang out in the sound of her screaming and the sight of her ripping her desk calendar almost to shreds.
He slid out of her so that they could change positions, which gave Monique an opportunity to do something that she hadn’t planned on doing. She immediately got off the desk and onto her knees, grabbing his hard cock before sliding it down her throat. She hadn’t wanted to suck his dick at first but fucking that good had to be rewarded. She was a bit rusty but her old skills quickly came back to her, as she tickled the top of his throbbing head with her tongue, before sucking on it like a lollipop. She massaged his shaft with her right hand, making sure to let just enough saliva drip from her mouth to act as lubricate for the job. She looked up at him as she easily made most of him disappear in her mouth, demonstrating that she had no gag reflex. She massaged his head in the back of her throat, titillated by the power her mouth commanded. He moaned and even quivered at times, as her head rocked back and forth on his knob. She was definitely a keeper and he didn’t give a fuck who knew what, but she was going to be his one way or another. Immaculate was the only way to describe her head game, but he wanted her to stop before he nutted and put an end to this brilliance that they were calling sex.
“Girl, you bout to make me nut.” He said rubbing his hand across her head as she ran her tongue down the length of his penis. She looked at him with baby doll eyes, as she seemingly denied his request by sliding his head in her mouth once more. He let her suck on it a little longer until he was sure he would pop if she didn’t quit. “Oh my GOD! Stop! Stop! Stop! Shit, don’t make nut yet.” He said, as he gently pushed her off of him.
Again she gave him that devilish grin, before she got up from her kneeling position and wiped his pleasure from around her lips. She pushed him backwards ordering him to sit down, which he did without hesitation. She straddled him on the chair sliding down his pole, while placing her hands on either side of his shoulders. She began to rotate her hips as he made a meal out of her breasts, which caused them both to moan. Her calling his name and him calling hers, made her realize that as much as she wanted them to just be fucking there was something more to what they were doing. He kissed her lips with a ferocity that told her that there was more to this man’s passion than just sexual conquest. She pulled away to stare in his eyes as she grinded on him trying to return the favors of pleasure he had given her and then she saw it. She saw a man staring back into her soul with a desire that was way past the physical and even though it scared her, she decided to continue to live in the moment and not worry about the “what ifs” that would surely plague her tomorrow. For now, she would enjoy the ecstasy that riding this mandingo provided her. She licked his lips, tracing them with her tongue before her tongue found its way inside his mouth and they continued what they both deemed the best sex either had ever had.
Unbeknownst to the pair now engulf in passion’s flame, Nikki had seen her brother’s car in the parking lot of the salon on her way home and decided to stop by to have him sign some documents that he’d neglected to sign before his stealthful retreat at the end of their meeting. She was surprise to find the door unlocked, but she had also seen Monique’s car in the parking lot and thought that the two were probably inside talking about something stupid like Star Wars or Tekken. Imagine her surprise to hear, Monique calling her brother’s name as she entered the salon lobby. She quickly slipped out of her heels and tiptoed, down the narrow hall that lead to the sounds of passion coming from the office. Now, she would usually be put off by the sound of her brother having sex, but Nikki needed proof of what she suspected was going on all along, so as disgusting as she may have thought the two of them doing the deed was, she had to get solid proof. That way her brother couldn’t deny her allegations when she brought it up to him later.
Nikki got down on her knees and crawled the last couple of steps, so that she could peek inside the open door. She poked her head inside just long enough to get a glimpse of Monique bouncing up and down on her brother. Disgusting! Still she got out her camera phone and took a picture of them in the act. It was pure luck that she was able to get a shot of them just as they were about to kiss and it was clear to see them both naked in a position that screamed HAVING SEX. Satisfied with her evidence, she slowly snuck back out of the salon, making sure to lock the door so that the two of them would know that they’d been caught. Yes, the beans had just been spilt all over the Italian marble just as she knew they would be; however, she was the only one who’d heard them drop and that was better than candy.
