“Alright, let me know when you’re heading out,” said Roger. I assumed he walked away as I felt Angel stand up and grind himself onto me.
“Love the way you do whatever I say,” said Angel, roughly kneading my butt cheeks. “You want to be by bitch?” he asked, slowly sliding himself into me.
Wincing with pain at the intrusion into my ass, I managed to get out, “Yes, I want to be your bitch.”
“Fuck yeah, and your’e going to be my bitch from now on,” said Angel. I felt the entirety of his cock slide inside of me. Wasting no time, he grabbed my hips and began delivering a series of forceful thrusts while uttering how good my pussy was. The rhythmic sounds of flesh beating flesh and moans of pleasure filled my once quiet, serene office into a den of unbridled passion. The rapid pace of his fucking and a cock that rubbed my walls with every stroke caused louder and louder uncontrollable moans.
“That’s my bitch,” said Angel, breathing heavily, then repeatedly smacking my ass.
He eventually pulled out, ordering me to get on my knees and suck his cock. “Fuck, I’m coming,” exclaimed. I worked my tongue around his cock while sucking, feeling him swell, then strong waves of semen squirting into my mouth which I eagerly swallowed.
Angel’s moans were loud as he repeatedly told me to catch his nut and held my head close against his groin. After a longer than normal time of ejaculating, he pulled out, then, in a surprising move, helped me up and started kissing.
“You’re a hot fuck,” he said, playfully slapping me. We both got dressed in silence and I couldn’t help but stare at his large, floppy uncut cock as he tucked it into his underwear. As he fastened his jeans, I was able to catch a glimpse of his sexy, hairy belly overhang before slipping on his t-shirt.
“Later,” he said, leaning in to give me an energetic tongue kiss. “You’re my bitch now, don’t forget that.
“See you boss,” I said before he closed the door.
After working another hour or so, I gathered my belongings getting ready to leave, lamenting on how quickly I developed an intense connection with Angel. He was just my type physically and had the decisive nature that brought out the submissiveness in me that I felt was natural. I had to admit to myself he was much hotter than Larry and would love to see more of him.
That next day Angel poked his head into my office, not saying anything but motioning me to follow him. Like an obedient puppy I followed him to his office which was in the maintenance room. While he casually went in, I first looked around to make sure nobody could see where I was going. Once in, Angel grabbed me, passionately kissing me while sliding his hand down my pants to feel my hole. I felt his hard cock through his pants.
“I want your cock in my mouth Angel,” I begged. He quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, sporting an already hard cock. There was a light funk to his penis but not enough to be repulsed. I got on my knees and as I slid him into my mouth he let out a soft moan.
“That’s my bitch,” he crooned, slowly pumping into me. After a few minutes I felt his cock pulsate, then unexpectedly he pulled out and squirted a few shots of warm cum before finishing in my mouth. I admired how much and how hard he ejaculated despite having recently had an orgasm. As he zipped up and adjusted his clothing he seemed pensive and quiet, leaving out without saying anything or giving any indication that he enjoyed it.
The rest of the week he was mysteriously quiet until that Friday, when I finally had the nerve to bring up his aloofness.
“Hey, Angel, got anything planned for the weekend?” I asked as I passed him in the hallway during lunch break.
He simply shook his head, obviously in deep thought.
“I’m heading to lunch, please join me,” I said, hoping to break the ice.
“Sure,” said Angel. Let me finish up here,” he said as he headed towards his work area. Relieved, I leaned against the wall. He seemed suddenly perky and anxious to be with me. My fears that I had done something wrong were not founded.
“Let’s go papi,” said Angel, as he hurried to get next to me. Something about the way he looked at me impatiently with his dark, beautiful eyes that made me desire for him immediate. I envisioned him with the same look as he put his hands on my head, letting me know it was time to suck his dick.
As we sat across from each other at the restaurant near the office building, we got into the topic of what had been bothering Angel before the coffee arrived. He explained to me that his girlfriend had become pregnant by another man, and that he was moving in with her.
“I’m so sorry Angel, so where does that leave you?” I asked.
“Fucked,” he said. “Just getting out of the clink I can’t find no place.”
“So where are you staying?” I asked as the waitress put down our coffee and took our orders. He had ordered a triple burger with cheese, fries and a large soda.
“I took my girlfriend’s car, and that’s where I’m sleeping,” he said, leaning back in disgust. After a concerned silence, Angel looked up at me and saw the obvious concern on my face. “What the fuck else am I supposed to do Papi?”
“Well, not stealing a car since you’re fresh out of jail,” I said, sounding alarmed. “Has she reported it yet?”
“No fucking idea,” said Angel, sipping his coffee.
“Return the fucking car Angel,” I said, sounding more authoritative than intended, but not getting a reaction from him.
He shook his head in disbelief. “And then what Papi, sleep in a doorway or on a park bench, no thank you.”
I thought about it for a short minute but my words escaped my lips before I could further analyze my thinking. During the short time I got to know Angel, I was captivated by his looks, sexual presence and overall attitude. “Then stay with me,” I said, pausing to see his reaction. He looked up at me, studying my face.
“You for real?” he asked, as the waitress put down our food.
“After you return the car,” I said decisively. I was genuinely concerned about Angel and eager to help him out of the situation he found himself in. “Unless it’s already been reported, then you’re fucked.”
“Deal.” Angel looked out the window, appearing as if he was getting emotional. After a few moments of silence, Angle spoke. “I’ll return it after work.”
“No, you are going to return it now,” I said firmly. “I’ll let everyone know you had to take the afternoon off, it’ll be okay.”
“Damn papi, kind of aggressive. Not sure I like that tone you’re using,” said Angel jokingly as he began to devour his burger.
“I’m sorry Angel, didn’t mean to disrespect,” I said, calming my self down. “But I’m worried about you, I don’t want to see you get into any more trouble, and losing this job.”
Angel fixed his eyes on mine, then wiped his mouth with the napkin. “What else papi?”
Not thinking of the obvious, I hesitated. “Not sure what you mean.”
“You’d miss this brown cock.” Angel reached under the table, took my hand and placed it on his crotch. “Say it papi.”
I looked around to see if anyone was on listening distance, talking in a low tone. “I’d definitely miss your brown cock.”