Touching Angel's Desires (19 page)

She almost ran to the restaurant, wiping away the tears that ran
down her cheeks. She headed straight for the bar, sitting at a stool. The bar
manager brought over her usual drink. She couldn’t look at him. She stared at
the drink, her heart aching. How could this have happened? How could she have
fallen in…in love? She sat, horrified at the admission she had just made to
herself. She had never let anyone close before. If you don’t give them your
heart they can’t hurt it. How had Dan taken hers without her even noticing? Never
had she hated someone so much as she currently hated Stacie fucking Clifford.

“Hi there,” she heard a male voice. She didn’t look up. “May I join
you?” She did not answer, but took a sip of her drink. She saw in her
peripheral vision that someone had sat down next to her. If it was a client
she’d have to be polite. If it was staff she could tell him to get lost. Reluctantly,
she turned to see Dexter sitting next to her. Angel gave him a brief smile then
turned back to resume staring at her drink.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Just had a tough day.”

“I can imagine that. I expect being the boss of this place is exceptionally
demanding.”

“You could say that.” Angel turned to look at him, thinking about
the reports she’d had of him. Very easy on the eye, he was very calming to be
with, giving much and expecting little. Maybe she needed a distraction. “What are
you doing now?” she asked.

“Nothing. I have finished for the evening.”

“Would you fancy fucking me?”

He smiled. “Yeah, sure.”

Angel took hold of his hand and dragged him back through the
reception area. She briefly considered taking him back to her bedroom, but
memories of Dan staying there intruded. Instead, she checked the computer,
seeing what rooms were vacant. She grabbed the key from the back office and
then took Dexter upstairs.

Once inside, Angel instantly glued her face to his, kissing his
lips, his cheeks, his eyes. Dexter picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.
He placed her carefully on the cover, and lay down next to her. Angel reached
down to unzip his trousers, pulling out his cock, which was already half-hard.

Dexter took hold of the zip on her dress, pulling it down to expose
her breasts, cupping them gently and dropping his face down to kiss them. Angel
unzipped the dress all the way down. It flopped open, exposing her in just her
black thong. She lifted her body so he could pull the flattened PVC garment out
from under her, dropping it on the floor. She started to tug at her boots.
Again Dexter assisted, moving to the end of the bed to pull them off one by
one. He returned to lavish attention on her breasts again, cupping them, then lifting
one up to suck on her nipple. He rolled his tongue over her bud, but Angel wasn’t
interested in him playing with her boobs. She urgently needed a damn good
fucking. She reached her hand down to tug down her thong.

“Get naked!” she commanded.

Obediently, Dexter wriggled out of his trousers and pulled his
T-shirt over his head. He went commando so his huge cock reared up as he swung
his legs over the side of the bed to remove his shoes and socks. She grabbed it
as he turned round to face her again.

“Now fuck me. Hard!” He positioned himself over her, thrusting that
massive cock inside her in one swift move. She was wet and ready, and welcomed
him with a groan. “Oh God, yeah! Fuck me!”

He obliged happily, pounding into her so hard, she thought his cock
would come out of the roof of her mouth. The physical sensations filled her,
blocking out the emotions and the memories, and the thoughts which tormented
her so much. Sheer physical pleasure in the arms of a sexy man was like nothing
else. It had always been enough before. No need for messy emotions. Just
lovely, lovely fucking.

“Stop,” she told him after a few moments.

He paused, and pulled out, puzzled. She slid down the bed, taking a
new position, her face under his cock. She took the head of that impressive
piece of equipment in her mouth. She could taste her own juices on him, her tangy
creamy outpouring, the very essence of pleasure. She sucked him clean, working
her tongue round every wrinkle and crease of his beautiful phallus. At least
this man was hard for her. And he had a bigger cock than Dan, she thought
nastily.

Angel took his cock all the way in, feeling it against the walls of
her throat. Dexter showed no reluctance to thrust his long cock all the way
down her throat. She took her hands behind him to cup his strong buttocks, feel
them flex as he fucked her mouth. He pulled out and she ducked further down,
taking one of his testicles in her mouth as she continued to rub her hand
rapidly up and down his cock. He cried out. She sucked even harder, feeling the
skin stretch as the pebble within tried to succumb to the vacuum she was
creating.

Angel released his testicle and glided her tongue from the base of
his long member to the tip, tasting his salt now instead of her own tanginess.
Copious pre-cum beaded the end and Dexter almost growled, “Back up here!” Angel
did not hesitate. She wriggled back up the bed. Dexter knelt over her chest, laying
his cock between her boobs. He reached over to the bedside drawer, grabbing a
condom and the tube of lube that they both knew would be there—Angel always
made sure the rooms were fully stocked—and squeezed a wriggle of the lube over
her chest. He took hold of her breasts, squeezing them together so his dick
slid between. Angel caught the end of his dick with her mouth on every approach,
licking and trying to suck. His face contorted as he watched his big black cock
plunging in and out of her milky white breasts.

Dexter grabbed her then, pulling her around forcing her onto all
fours. She allowed it—he knew she loved to be thrown around sometimes like a
rag doll, used, made to do his bidding. He spread her thighs, pushed her face
into the pillow and paused only a second to expertly slip on the condom before
ramming his dick deep in her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure
of being totally filled, absolutely fucked. He sank himself hard and fast, and
began to slap her backside. The pain was delicious, his hands large and
commanding. He used just the right amount of force to create a pleasant sting,
but not too much.

Angel screamed out with pure pleasure and abandon. She tightened her
vaginal muscles around him, although there was no need, he filled her utterly.
Dexter paused then, pulling slowly out, breathing deeply. He lay down, his cock
rising up perpendicular to his tight belly. It swayed, long and tempting.
Angel’s mouth watered and she needed no bidding to climb aboard. She sat across
his lap to ride him, facing away from him. This room had full-length mirrors
opposite the end of the bed and she revelled in her reflection in the mirror,
seeing her tight, hot body, her firm heavy breasts, and flat belly. Dexter’s
brown legs stretched out before her in the flesh, and reflected in the mirror
and she watched his long cock disappear inside her as she impaled herself on
him. Her face twisted with pleasure as she began to ride him. She dropped her
head back, her hair brushing his chest. He reached up to cup her breasts with
his hands. She was mesmerized by the contrast of his brown hands on her white
breasts in the mirror. He began to squeeze and pinch, murmuring obscenities at
her as she rode him.

Angel felt her orgasm begin to build. She dropped her hand to her
clitoris, rubbing and slapping, the pain of Dexter pinching her breasts melding
with the pleasure of her manipulations to create a blissful fusion of
sensation. She screamed, watching her own face in the mirror, contorting with
pleasure, her mouth open, her eyes half-lidded, her expression one of utter
rapture. Her body shuddered. Her universe consisted of this man’s shaft of
pleasure within her quivering cunt. Panting, she leaned forward, resting her
hands on the cover between Dexter’s legs. Her heart thudded and her breathing
came raggedly.

Angel lifted herself off him, thrilling to the feeling of his
still-stiff cock sliding out of her hyper-sensitive tissues. She lay on her
back. He moved rapidly between her thighs, sliding his cock deep in her soaking
pussy. He lifted her legs into the air, hooking them over his shoulders,
sinking into her hard and fast, staring down into her face. She wriggled under
him, altering her position slightly, so the tip of his cock hit her most
sensitive spot deep within. He grabbed her breasts and fucked her harder. Angel
reached behind her, grabbing the headboard, arching her back and screaming as
her second fierce orgasm shook her body.

She dropped her legs onto the bed. Dexter moved quickly up and over
her body, positioning his cock over her face and pulling off the condom. Angel
didn’t protest. She had read in his report how he preferred to come, if the
lady did not mind. He took hold of his dick, running his hand up and down his
thick, hard shaft. He moaned and called out, warning her. He squeezed the tip
of his dick hard as he came, ejaculating all over her face, watching as the
white liquid spurted out over her eyes and mouth. Angel opened her mouth, licking
up what she could reach with her tongue, licking the purple end which still
dribbled fluid. Dexter gasped and groaned, his body slumping as she sucked him
dry.

Spent, he moved off Angel, lying down alongside her. She could feel
her own juices dribbling down her thighs onto the cover beneath them. They did
not speak. She lay catching her breath for a few seconds before climbing off
the bed and heading to the bathroom. She cleaned herself and got a drink of
water, before going back in the bedroom to re-join Dexter.

He was still lying on the bed. He smiled at her as she came back in.
She watched his chest moving up and down as he breathed. His muscles rippled with
every movement and shone in the subtle light. He was truly a magnificent
specimen. He opened out one arm in a tacit invitation. Angel climbed on the bed,
snuggling up, and closed her eyes, telling herself it was just for a moment.

* * *
*

Angel woke up, disoriented. She was not in her own bed. Staring up
at the ceiling, she remembered bringing Dexter to the room. She sat up and
looked over. At some point, Dexter had folded over his side of the duvet to
cover her as she had gone to sleep on top of it. He was covered by one of the
spare blankets from the wardrobes. She glanced over to the clock on the wall. It
was seven o’clock! She’d slept all night! She slid out from under the duvet,
covering Dexter back up with the half he’d covered her with. He snuggled under
it and muttered something unintelligible before settling back to sleep. She
pulled on her thong and her PVC dress and picked up her boots, tip-toeing
barefoot out the room, leaving Dexter to sleep. She headed down the staircase
to reception. It was empty, but she heard voices from the back office. She
snuck past and managed to get to her office without anyone seeing her.

She grabbed a quick shower. She couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep
on Dexter. She had been shattered after the way the day went, but she usually
tried to hang around until things quietened down, in case anything kicked off.
She hoped everything had been okay. However, she had certainly needed some
valuable rest, and it meant she didn’t have to see Dan and Stacie again.
Instantly, the thought of that pair lowered her mood. She was going to have to
do something about that woman.

She put on her computer in the office, leaving it to load while she
got ready. She dried and straightened her hair. It didn’t take much
straightening—but there was a slight wave to it. It was a blessing rather than
anything else because she could vary her look, from wild messy waves to
poker-straight locks. She put on her subtle day-time makeup and dithered over
what to wear. She decided on her skinny black jeans with a little white vest,
which clung to her boobs and showed off her cleavage. She dug out a small satin
bomber jacket she hadn’t worn in ages, and finished the look with a chunky gold
chain, dangling between her breasts. She pushed her feet into black high-heeled
boots and looked at the effect in the full-length mirror. Oh yes, she could
rock the retro look!

She checked the computer, looking briefly over the schedule for the
day, who was arriving, who was leaving, seeing if there were any emails
demanding her immediate attention. That done, she headed out into the quiet corridor.
Much as she loved Desires when it was buzzing with activity, walking the quiet
corridors was calming.

Angel made her way to reception where Libby and Sophie, the daytime
receptionists, sat in the office drinking cups of tea. She didn’t reprimand
them for slacking, reception was empty and they could see if anyone was waiting
at the desk.

“Morning girls, anything to report?” she asked them.

“No, everything is fine,” answered Libby.

Angel looked over the reception desk, glancing at the computers. Everything
seemed to be in order. She looked over to the grand hall. The cleaners were
already working hard, but she decided to walk over—it didn’t hurt for the beady
eye of the boss to oversee the work. The floor was being swept and the tables
and chairs put back into their glitzy glamour. She looked round the hall. It
was a stunning room—it would have been the ballroom in this building’s previous
lifetime. Much of its old history remained, the high arched ceiling and
supporting pillars were richly decorated. The chandeliers were the originals,
rewired, but still the originals. They were massive, and magnificent. The dance
floor was the original parquet ballroom floor. Modern touches included the
dancing cages which hung from the ceiling alongside the chandeliers, the stage
at one end, and the pictures on the walls. And yet, if she half-closed her
eyes, she could almost see women in ball-gowns and men in suits waltzing around
the floor, and hear the lilting of classical string music. Thoughts of an
Elizabethan-themed erotic ball floated through her head. She wondered how much
it would cost to hire a suitably open-minded classical orchestra. The idea
stayed with her as she acknowledged the cleaners and headed to the bar. The bar
area was being thoroughly cleaned and she nodded and carried on, pleased with
the progress.