“Yea Angel open that sexy little mouth of yours and take this cock down your throat.” What the fuck?... is he jerking off to a picture of me? Just as the thought crosses my mind, I see him reaching forward and click the mouse and my jaw hits the floor. On the monitor I’m naked bent over jiggling and twerking with a white hand slapping my ass. “Fuck yeah Angel you are so sexy baby you want me to fuck that sweet ass of yours? You want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you good huh?” At this point my brain just short circuits. My knees go weak as I catch more of the footage.
On the screen I'm spreading my ass and pussy biting my lip smiling when I see a white dick thrust inside of me. What the fuck?... when did this happen? The only person who has a video like this is my ex and he promised to delete them! When I see my boss squeeze his… Jesus be a fence… is that thing real? he starts pumping hard shaking his chair with each hard stoke. “Yeah baby look back at me. Damn Angel you feel so good today. I can practically smell your arousal.” He grunts jerking his hips up as he punishes his leaking cock. “That pussy smells so sweet. I want to eat you up babylove.
You’re going make me cum smelling so good.” My heart is beating out my chest and my lungs feel as if they are constricted as his cologne and sexy musk envelop me. I want to step forward and engulf his cock down my throat like I was doing on the screen. My pussy is throbbing as if it’s hungry for the dick that’s pounding me hard on the screen. When I tense up out of nowhere, I clutch my neck feeling as if in suffocating when I see him do the same thing.
On screen I arch my back as a thumb is shoved in my- “Here it comes Angel fuck yes baby yes take this cock right up that big beautiful ass. Ugnnnn … YES!!!!.” When I see him spill thick globs of of cum on his hands, chest, and legs I shake feeling something throughout my body. Eyes rolling to the back of my head I grab the door frame as whatever feeling this is takes me hostage. “Mmmm baby, your cum smells delicious.” Shocked I look up thinking he saw me, but I instead see him watching the screen eye’s transfixed to the now still screen of cum on my ass.
Scared not only of what I’d seem but what I’d just had happen to me, I stumble to the elevator happy it was open and waiting on me. When I get to the bottom floor I run past the guards to my car. What the hell just happened? What the hell did I just see? Inside my car slam the door shut taking in deep gulps of air. This can’t be real! Hyperventilating I try to calm myself down. I have so many questions rolling around my head. How did he get those pictures and videos? Why was he saying and doing what he said and did? How long has this been going on? Why aren't I scared and calling the police? And most importantly… why am I so damn turned on and wet?
Hands shaking, I start my car and speed out of the parking lot heading home. Thank goodness it’s a Friday and I don’t have to work tomorrow. If I did, I’d feel obligated to have to answer those questions right now and I just don’t have the brain power for that at the moment. As a matter fact none of this ever happened! Yes, there we go. It was all my imagination! I try to convince myself.
The hour drive barely gives me time to relax in fact, I'm wound tighter then when I was in the office. When I get inside my house I can only walk around my apartment like a zombie. I strip and shower and cancel my shopping plans with Nia, not feeling up to the task. As I lay in bed in a daze body on fire, I do my best to keep the image of my boss jerking off to videos and pictures of me from my head but it's impossible. It’s as I can still hear his grunts, and his words. His big body and his- NO I AM NOT TURNED ON.
Sweating, I get up from my bed and rinse off with semi cold water. When I get back in bed I just want to sleep and forget about this. My attempt to pretend all of this never happened was a major fail because it’s literally all I can think about. When I close my eyes, I see Channing’s thick long fingers wrapped around his shaft. I see him positioning his length to my spread open pussy- the loud beep that comes from my phone wakes me up. I try to calm my racing heart as I grab it to check who’d message me late at night. When I see it’s Nia telling me happy birthday, I look at the clock frowning.
Yesterday really got away from me because it is indeed my birthday. I type out a quick thank you and I put my phone down finally feeling calm enough to sleep…or so I thought. There front in center is Channing in all his glory waiting for me. This has got to be a bad omen.
Not so Happy Birthday
Angel
“Angel come on! Please stop moping! Today is your day. Let's go to the dance floor and have some fun. You've been sitting here all night by yourself.” Nia shook me trying to snap me from my stupor, but it wasn’t working. I’m just not in the mood to be here right now. My stomach is tied in knots and I couldn’t get a lick of sleep last night. I feel bad because I’m supposed to be having fun and getting wasted with my home girl today and enjoying that fact she'd rented out one of the VIB sections for me but I can’t because I’m still shook from yesterday.
“I'm sorry Nia. You’re right I've barely been acting like it's my birthday huh?”
“You really haven't all these fine ass men been trying to get at you and you’re not even trying to get any of this free birthday dick.” I look at her and burst out laughing. She’s right again. Here I am getting hit on left and right by some prime fucking beef and all I can think about is my damn boss. She eyes me with her lips in a frown and calls over the bar staff for some drinks. “What I need for you too do you stop whatever it is you’re doing. Have a shot and go dance with that man that’s been eye fucking you for the last hour. You look beautiful, your hair is done up and you’re sitting here looking like you lost your best friend when I’m right here.” This girl is a whole ass mess for real, but not one lie spilled from her lips. I need to shake yesterday’s events off no matter how hard.
Still though no matter how hard I tried, he and the tape are still in the forefront of my mind and the same questions kept popping up repeatedly. How had he gotten that video? Did he have any more? Did he plan to blackmail me and show it to the office? Why was I fucking a white man in the video? Shit this is just too much. This could be my job and my reputation on the line. Men are fickle it doesn’t matter if he'd jerked off to the pictures and videos of me, he could still fire me for compromising his business if the video got out.
He can make up all types of lies and I’ve no doubt those thirsty ass broads and suckas at the office would believe him. The best I could do is sue him, but this guy is a stone cold billionaire I’d get probably get paid big money, but my reputation would be shot to all hell. I only have one option I need to quit. Thinking about all of this right now isn't improving my mood at all and I can tell but the expression on Nia’s face she’s getting kind of annoyed with my lackluster reactions.
In the end I decided to go home after a couple of dances with her. I'm happy my she wasn't too upset telling me she understood when I told her I just wasn’t feeling the evening. Though I think the main reason she wasn’t trying was because she found a cutie to spend the rest of her night with. When I get home, I refunded her the money she’d spent because I know the value of money and friendship. One thing I never wanted her to feel is that I’ve taken her for granted. After that I shower, eat and knock out.