“Oh, shit Angel your lips feel so good on my cock.” I moan as Angel on screen swallows me on the screen. “Mmmm baby keep going. Yeah get nasty with it fuck!” Pulling her I grip her hair in the back of her head and fuck her mouth as I stare at the video. My cock is so wet and the gagging noises she’s making in my ear are sending tingles up my spine. Ready to cum but can’t because my “fleshlight” isn't doing its job.
Frustrated, I pick up the remote and my phone turning them both off. I pull her off my cock, taking off the blindfold and headphones. Surprised, she looks at me with dry lips unlike the heavily cum/saliva coated lips of My Angel on the video. I smile, even though happiness is far from what I’m feeling.
“Thanks for the help today Desiree.”
“It’s Dehlia.”
“Okay thanks Deliliah, but I’m done for the day, so you can go home.” She made a face but I could care less. I was already grabbing her coat.
“But you didn't even cum.”
“I’m aware.” I tell her leading her to the door. “Well I'll see you some other time.”
“But-” I slam the door in her face locking it, and go to the bathroom to wash my hands. I wash my dick off and then check to make sure she drove off. Good riddance. Back in the living room I grab my phone and headphones and go up to our bedroom. Before climbing in bed, I shower and grab the lube in my bedside table. I put a little on my hand and click play on my phone and back on screen is My Angel.
“Ugn yeah fuck me harder baby!” Volume on max I allow her moans to serenade me. Removing my robe, I pull out my dick stroking hard, watching her gag on my cock. I was already close from watching her downstairs but now I’m burning for her. Her hips were moving as she rocked on my cock and that fat black ass jiggled and shook as if begging for my cock to be shoved into it.
“Yea Angel work my cock baby work it good.” I grunt more into it then before. I don't even make it to halfway through the first five minutes when I feel that good feeling. Quickly I fast forward to my favorite part where she’s bent moving her ass and sometimes you can enticingly see her butthole. Sexy. Mine!
“Oh, shit you're going to make me cum.” I say thrusting my dick in the palm of my hand breathing hard. What ultimately does it for me is when she sits up grabbing her tits squeezing them while looking in the camera. She seductively takes her own nipple into her mouth sucking hard. Yep that's it. I stiffen, my toes curl and I bite my lip hard breaking skin bleeding as I blow my load. Laying there completely spent, lip hurting I watch as she smiles into the camera making my heart shudder.
When I go to clean myself up, I come back and pull out the picture of her looking beautiful in her red dress on her birthday this past Saturday. Stretching out I place the picture on my chest wishing she was here with me.
My obsession was extreme I know but I could help it. I needed her. She couldn't leave me. I'd meant it when I said it. There was no way I was living without Angel Giles. No way.
Put in my Place
Angel
I considered myself a confident woman. A strong, independent black woman. I am not the standard of beauty, but I had confidence. That is until Channing Stohurst dropped me on my ass last week in front of his brother. More than that, like a bitch in heat I allowed that bastard to gobble me up as soon as he threw me a bone. That was so not like me. I mean yeah, he’s attractive but he’s means as fuck and creepy. What was all that last Friday acting like he gave a damn about me? It made no sense especially now that he’s back to be the same ol’ boss with a shitty attitude.
He's basically ignored me all last week and wouldn't even look my way. It’s fucking embarrassing to allow him to do those things to me and then he basically goes back after the weekend to treating me like garbage. More like a ghost. I hated him and the situation I put myself in, because last Friday I believed some of his nonsense. I believed that I was invaluable to him, he just didn’t know how to express it, but now I’m done playing his stupid mind games. To add insult to injury all my interviews canceled on me. When I tried to call them for an explanation, none of them bothered to return my calls. The best I got was an email sending their regards. Fuck their regards! I want the interview that I was promised and to get the hell up out of here.
Slamming my bottled water down I start typing out another email asking for an explanation on why I was no longer eligible for a position I’m overqualified for. Frustrated, I feel in the back of my head that Channing had everything to do with my current predicament. Fed up, I get up ignoring the eyes on me and knock on his door. I hate doing this, I just wanted to leave here, but I couldn't leave without a solid job offer behind me. I do have a “guardian angel” of sorts who helps me when I’m down, but I don’t know how long that will last.
When I found out that there was someone paying my rent on days that I was late I felt a couple of conflicting emotions. One fear, two relief, and three fear again. With the job I do I normally would never have to worry about any money, but I was helping my mom back home who was putting my brother through a private school. I love my brother and he’s extremely smart and deserves to be in a school that will challenge him. However, that tuition and fees are just about killing my mom and me. So, whoever they are, they’re truly a blessing and I just pray that they aren’t some stalker, serial killer who wants to eat me for dinner. Though I don’t think they are bad because for some reason I don’t feel threatened, even when I got gifts and flowers delivered to me on special occasions.
Even last weekend when I was bummed out for my birthday I got flowers, but now with this debacle with Channing and the canceled interviews I doubt even my guardian angel could cheer me up thought the card I got with the flowers made me feel somewhat reassured.
My Angel,
Your beauty compares to no one. Even Aphrodite would be jealous in your presence. Smile for me Goddess, because I'll always pick you up and take care of you.
Your Secret Servant
I did smile. For him or whoever they were, but of course that smile was short lived because of last week’s fuckery and now I have to deal with this shit. I really can’t depend on that person. What if they ended up being a hoax or someone else catches their attention? No, unfortunately I need this job a little while longer so I can better provide for myself and my family.
“Come in.” When I enter, I find him typing on his desktop he doesn’t even bother to look up and it bothers me to no end. What an ass.
“Uhm Mr. Stohurst.” I swallow and ask God for the patience my mama taught me to have.
“What Angel?”
“I was wondering if I could borrow some of your time… please?”
“Not right now I’m busy.” He hunched his shoulders in a manner that stated I was really bothering him, and he wanted me to get out.
“Mr. Stohurst it's important.”
“DAMN IT I SAID NOT NOW ANGEL I'M BUSY!” I had to rear back in shock because he’s done everything to degrade me but raising his voice at me in anger is not one of them. I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I hate him so much from the pit of my soul. I'd rather move back to Texas with my mama and work at a fast food joint to put my brother through school.