Free From the Streets to the Sheets by Noire Page A

something extra outta the deal. Please don’t get me in trouble with Butch. He’ll beat my ass black ’n blue if you give him a bad report. You one of his best customers. I’m sorry—I’ll make it up to you real quick, Daddy.”
    “Work your neck and prove it then!”
    “First, I’ma kiss it real sweet and tender. Do you like that?”
    “Kiss it? Young whores like you don’t know shit about shit. A man needs a good—a-a-a man needs a good—” my boss stuttered. I began hearing an extremely loud and clear slurping noise again. “Aaah—that’s better. Mmm. Mmmhmm. That’s what I’m talking about. Yes, Mommy!” He moaned slow and long. “That’s what I want! Don’t stop sucking. Aaaw shit! You
do
know what you’re doing,” he added. I could hear Honey begin to moan right along with her paying customer as she gave him a sloppy, wet blow job. My boss had one helluva sexual appetite, and this latest whore was making his cranky ass eat his own words and shoot them straight outta his black dick!
    “I’m about to bust! Come closer and open your mouth, bitch! Open it wide. Drink yo daddy’s nut, Honey! Be a good girl and drink it all.”
    I had no idea that my boss was so damn freaky, but now I knew the real deal. When I heard Mr. Nasty about to cum, I broke down outside his door like a tired-ass hooptie, and couldn’t manage to stay strong. My boss man’s dirty little secret had me so hot I couldn’t just stand there anymore. Instead, I pulled my ear from the door, ran into the ladies bathroom, and played with myself until my pussy lips were red and swollen.
    About ten minutes later, I returned to my desk with a dripping wet and finger-sore pussy. I pretended as if I didn’t hear a damn thing, although I continued to hear muffled moans and groans for another twenty minutes. Shit, I guess that nigga did bust that second nut! Honey definitely made homeboy do a 180 and made his doubting ass a believer in her oral skills!
    Not long afterward, a petite little whore opened the door and left carrying some phony package like she’d been sent to pick up something for the mailroom. About two minutes later my boss made an appearance. He glanced over my shoulder, and I fought to pretend as if I didn’t know shit. I began tapping away on the keyboard, acting as if I’d been typing an important correspondence to some high-government official the entire time.
    “How’s the document coming, Yani?” he asked in a professional voice.
    “Fine,” I answered. I squeezed my legs together tight like I was doing some fitness exercise on a thigh-toning machine. I knew he saw my legs quiver and make my skirt bunch up in between my gap. His whore/work/break session went down three days out of every work week, and I suspected he called the same pimp to send him different girls who were known for their various “talents.”
    Hell, I didn’t know how much longer I could take keeping my horny ass in the background. The last time a paid pussy came around, she jerked him off while he was taking a conference call. The one before that brought a “co-worker” along to give him the best damn sex show a pair of high-priced hoes could offer. They both got fucked and sucked for two full hours—lucky hoes!
    “Yani, your blouse is open,” my boss said. I’d forgotten to fix my clothes after I groped and licked on my fat melons in the bathroom.
    “I guess you’re right. I did miss a few buttons. Oops—excuse me,” I said, flashing him a warm smile. I stuck my left hand inside of my shirt and arranged my big juicy titties in my bra before buttoning my blouse. My boss was busy taking notice and I could feel his eyes burning my cocoa skin, despite the silence. I got so nervous I buttoned it up crooked and had to start over again because of the way his eyes were wandering all over my cleavage. By my second attempt, I buttoned it correctly.
    “Do you need me for anything else?” I asked, smoothing the fabric down.
    “No,