Turning back to my clients…a woman catches my eye. Not for any other reason than the blatant eye fuck she throws my way. I’m willing to lie to myself a bit longer. I am going to pretend that she’s not the spitting image of the bitch from the strip club last night. Bella? Ella—no, Stella, that was her name.
I can ignore the fact that she has three clones in this very room at this very moment. Blonde, stacked—obviously a set of silicone Ziplocs on her chest. Don’t get me wrong; I couldn’t give a shit less if her rack is real or fake. I’ve never really given it a second thought. Tits are tits, and I happen to be a man who can appreciate a nice set…born with or bought.
I’ve always enjoyed the feel of being stalked, of being the one pursued. Very seldom have I ever been the one hunting my prey. What man doesn’t want to be some chick’s prey? She does the work and I reap the benefits—ain’t a damn thing wrong with that in my eyes. Melinda—no, Melissa, stares at me like she’s thirsty and my cock is the only thing that will quench her thirst. Fine by me. “C’mon baby, no need to play shy.” Even I smile at my whispered plea, but hell if it isn’t true. I give her a nod; it the only encouragement she needs, and I watch her walk my way. She’s fit as fuck. Her tummy clearly shows a six-pack that she’s no doubt worked for in my gym and others for hours, days, and most likely years. The tiniest black shorts encase her quads like they were molded only for her.
I say nothing as she approaches me. Instead, I start down the hallway toward my office. Punching in the code to the door, it beeps just before unlocking. Without looking, I know she’s behind me. Holding the door open for her, I can appreciate the little extra sway she puts into each step. Locking the door, I walk around her and lean against my large metal desk. It feels cool against my quickly heating skin, even through my shorts.
“What can I do for you, Melissa?” Her wide eyes show her shock that I remember her name. It’s no secret that I play the field, and it’s a guarantee that she’s heard the rumors. Not that I give a fuck. Actually, it’s the complete opposite. Let the rumors spread like wildfire, that way any bitch I end up fucking doesn’t expect anything else from me other than an orgasm, or hopefully, two.
“I think it’s about what I can do for you, Jaden.” If her words hadn’t sent a shockwave from my balls to my brain, I might have laughed at the hesitant look in her eyes. I’d bet the little bombshell had an internal game of war going on in her head, probably a little slut shaming slamming her. Women. I’ve got no problem sticking my dick where I feel inclined and all without shame or guilt, hell, I’ve stuck it inside Melissa before.
“Yeah? And what is that, girl?” I know I’m mocking her, and I know before she does exactly how she’ll react. First, she’ll want to let me know that she’s no fucking girl; no, she’ll show me exactly how much of a woman she is. Then, she’s gonna wanna prove to herself as much as to me that she can do this; she can own her sexuality like a fucking badge of honor—even if she goes home and cries about it later.
Selfish bastard that I am? I couldn’t give a shit about what she does later. Time to grow-up and deal with it, I figure. You wanna play grown-up games, you should be able to do so without apology.
I’ll give her credit; she hardly falters as she approaches me. When her timid hand reaches for my obvious hard-on, a genuine smiles spreads across her tanned face. That’s right, Melissa it’s all for you, even though I know that’s a lie. “You feel something you like?” I ask knowing damn well she does.
“I sure do, and I’ve got a couple of ideas about what we can do with it.” I’m sure she does, but I know what I want and couldn’t care less about what she wants. I’m not in the mood for anything else.
Without a word, I stand up and push my shorts to the top of my thighs and give her the look—the look that says go for it, sweetheart. When she just stares at me like she’s waiting for something more, I stroke my cock a few times with one hand while I push her by her shoulders to kneeling.
“Open up, sweetheart.” Her eyes flash, and I see that she’s as pissed as she is aroused. “Wrap those lips around my dick, Melissa and show me what’chya can do.” For a second, I’m not sure if she’s going to slap me or swallow me whole, and for some reason I don’t give a shit either way.
“I thought—”
I stop her before she can even go there. “You thought wrong. You want my dick, know that you can have it, but that’s all you can have, all I give.” When I laugh, she looks like she just may slap me after all. “I make no promises to any woman.”
Her face shows she’s not pleased, but I know, I fucking know, that she’s got something to prove to herself even more than to me. That’s fine; use me, sweetheart. Lord knows that’s all I’m doing.
Within seconds, her hot mouth encloses around the head—only the head. She tongues the hoop there and I close my eyes at the sensation it sends through my nerves. My piercing’s are three of the best things I’ve ever done in my life. Each one feels good to me but I know their power when buried inside some bitch’s pussy. They love ‘em. Their clit’s love em.
My Prince Albert is the one I love, so sensitive. She’s seen my piercings before but they haven’t been in her mouth, and within seconds, it’s clear that she’s never sucked a dick with metal in it before. I hate virgins of any kind. Feeling gracious, I help her out, or maybe it’s the fact that I need to come so bad, I have no doubt that my balls are blue. Either way, I start pumping my hips, pushing and pulling my cock in and out of her mouth.
When her hands push against my thighs, I know she’s trying to tell me not to push so deep, but that’s not how this goes. She came to me—not the other way around. And, I like it deep and I like it hard. I keep my pace and I feel her accept it.
Looking down at her, I can almost imagine it’s the black haired woman who has haunted me for weeks. Although, I don’t think she’d let me do as I please, well, not without a fight. That makes my dick twitch. I think the only way I’m gonna come is thinking about Skye. Just saying her name in my head has me thrusting harder against Melissa’s stretched pink lips. Lips that are nowhere near as full as Skye’s, eye’s that aren’t even as close to as sexy as hers either.
She gags repeatedly, but I don’t slow down. Fuck if I can, fuck if I want to. I picture Skye on her knees with my dick in her mouth, and that has me on fire. I can’t get enough; I can’t fuck her mouth fast enough. Every time she gags, her throat squeezes me, and I swear it’s that and the thought of another woman that gets me off. Fuck, I can’t even remember what this chick looks like with my eyes closed…I only see her, I only see Skye.
I don’t know why I say it, but I do. “Are you wet? That pussy getting wet as I fuck your face and picture someone else?” That did it. I feel her stiffen, and I know I’m a sick fuck as I pump so hard and fast the metal legs of the desk screech as they slide on the floor. Pushing as deep as she’ll take me, I shoot my come down her throat. Skye’s name on my lips as I hear Melissa choking on my jizz. Choke on it, gag on my cock, gurgle my come, and know it wasn’t for you.
She might have approached me, and she might’ve thought this would end differently, but I’m pleased I got what I wanted, what she offered. Yeah, she’ll have to deal with that fact later when she’s at home, hating me with a king-size chocolate bar.
Melissa let my spent and softening dick fall from her mouth. When I see my come running down her chin, I can’t help but think it looks wrong. I came in the wrong mouth and with the wrong female, but my dick isn’t as picky as my head, apparently.