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Chapter 1 Taniel

 

“Harder baby.” She demands as I pound my cock into her, it’s one a.m. and I’m tapping the ass of some red head I met in the club, right in the parking lot. She’s cute and tight as fuck. A great combination, just wish I could remember her name. Her pussy clenches and I blow my load, falling against her. I pullout and police the condom as she pulls up her panties.

“Damn baby that was hot.” She turns around with a big grin. “Gimmie your phone, I may wanna do that again sometime.

“Sorry, hun, it’s not on me at the moment.” Not a total lie, it’s in the truck, besides I don’t need the bullshit of some needy broad right now, got too much going on and besides my girl at home might not like if she saw the number. Though it would help me get rid of her…

“You’re a dick.” The red head spits at me.

“Yeah, so?” I say heading around the truck and getting in. “You want that ride home or not?”

She shakes her head. “I’ll get a fucking cab.”

“Suit yourself.” I get in the truck and start her up, pulling away. Maybe you think it’s a dick move, perhaps it was, but she knew what we came out here for, hell it was her idea. I didn’t bend her over, I didn’t drop her panties. That was all her. I gotta get home, shower, fuck my girl and get some sleep. Got a job interview in the morning that I gotta nail.

I get home and Pricilla is waiting on the couch, she’s got on just my sweater vest and socks, and her hair is down in long black waves, her double D’s are popped up and my dick is instantly hard.

“Hey my man.” She snaps up and runs over to me wrapping her arms around me, making me lift her ass up as she wraps her legs over my hips.

“You smell like country pussy.” She says kissing me, “Who was she?”

“Just a barfly, nobody special.”

“Not worth bringing home?” She bites my ear.

See I’m not a total dick, Pricilla and I have an open relationship. I fuck who I want, just never more than once, that would make it a relationship and the only relationship I’m allowed to have is with her. Same goes for her, and we always use protection, never kiss the other people and no oral. Just hard fucking from time to time and the occasional threesome.

I groan as she unzips my fly, and strokes me, I slip a finger down into her, she’s already wet for me, just how I need her to be. My pants hit the floor and I stumble out of my boots, and take her to the couch, I’m in her before my ass hits the cushions and she rides me like the stallion I am.

“Ohh, yeah, fuck me.” She grits out, slamming against me, I lean back and let her do her thing, it feels good, but I’m tired, I’ll let her go and get her orgasm, but I’m not gonna cum myself, I’m just not that into it.

She pulls off my vest and her tits are bouncing in my face, so I grab um sucking on them getting her to sail over the edge. She shakes on top of me, calling my name.

Good, she’s done. I pull from her kissing her a bit, then get up.

“Hey, you didn’t…”

“I’m tired, I just wanna grab a shower and hit the sheets.”

“Oh…” She sounds disappointed, I can’t be dealing with that right now, I got to get some sleep. I only went out with the guys tonight because it was Ralph’s birthday or I’d have been in bed by ten. Real cool for a twenty-three-year-old I know, but this job is important.

“Honey, you know I gotta ace this interview at Black’s Guild in the morning. Please don’t start, I’ll let you blow me in the morning okay?”

“Don’t do me any favors.” She gets up and heads for the bedroom. Great now she’s pissed, whatever maybe she’ll be asleep when I get out of the shower at least.

 

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Morning comes and I wake to my balls being devoured, seems she wasn’t all that mad, she didn’t want me to go to the interview stressed. She can be thoughtful sometimes. It’s too bad we want different things. She’s been hinting about marriage, something I told her I want no part of, hence my thinking we need to reevaluate our relationship. It may be time to see other people. Perhaps for good. Maybe her moving in here wasn’t a good idea after all, gave her the wrong impression.

Aghh, I don’t have time to worry about that right now. I’ve got to get this job; my unemployment is not cutting it and it runs out in a few more weeks as it is. I had worked for a small publishing house but it abruptly closed its doors with no notice to its employees or its authors leaving us all out in the cold. The only thing it did do that was decent was pay into unemployment so we, the staff, were able to collect a little something. I had been an Assistant Editor and Book Marketing Manager. This job I’m applying for, isn’t nearly as glamorous, but it’s steady pay, and will get my foot in the door for possible movement up to where I belong. It’s an Administrative Assistant Job for one of the Editors of The Black’s Guild Publishing House, here in Manhattan. I don’t know which one of them, the application didn’t say, but it’s an awesome opportunity to work with the best of the best and learn how the book publishing business really works from the inside.

I’ve got on my usual Geekdom attire, classic button down shirt, perfectly tailored sweater vest, tie and my wire framed glasses. My long fade is combed back and my face is smooth. I took out my earrings, and my tongue stud putting in a clear plug, for the day. All the bad boy looking parts of me are now covered, and the preppy boy is on full display. It should make a good impression, I clean up rather nicely if I do say so myself.