Page 13 of Off the Charts
“Men are visual, but they’re also easy. Get your bag and your boost sis and get the fuck on,” I affirmed myself before turning the camera on. You couldn’t see anything except the black lace of my thong that hugged my thighs. I was shirtless, but he’d never know that. After confirming my angles were good, I enabled the countdown and took my seat on the sofa bed that was low to the ground.
The small ding let me know I was now recording. Raising one leg onto the bed, I kept my other one planted where he could see my freshly painted toes.
“Hi baby, welcome home,” my voice came out low and sultry. I dipped the pipette in the essential oil making droplets from my toes to my thighs then took my time rubbing it in. “I heard you had a long day. We don’t have to talk about it.”
I massaged the oil deeper into my skin and slowly spread my other leg wider so he could see my pussy print as if it wasn’t on purpose.
“Well, I—we’ve missed you,” I placed my other foot on the floor, stood, and walked straight toward the camera. Hooking my fingers in the sides of my thong, I pulled it down my hips for him to see the top of my mound. “I know we don’t have long before your next meeting, so I will make it fast.” Turning,I finally gave him the view he requested. I stretched across the bed making sure my ass was on full display. The coolness of my essence fanned over my pussy.
I made my ass jump a few times before falling into a slow twerk. “Mmm. Is this what you wanted baby?”
Reaching back, I palmed my ass giving it a light squeeze then equal slaps on both sides. “You like that? I want you to rub the tip for me, baby. You don’t have to rush. Take your time for that nut. Watch me,” I slowly threw my ass back. “Yeah, just like that. You feel this pussy on you? Mmm.”
My back arched deeper, and I opened my thighs a little more. Grabbing both cheeks, I spread them. “I know you wish you could feel the way this pussy could suck you in.”
I chuckled to myself as I released them. It doesn’t take much, but the motion and friction from the thong against my clit felt better than fingers. I closed my eyes and was surprised by the image of Mr. Denver behind my lids. There was no mistaking it, the man was fine with his pecan-colored smooth skin down to his big broad shoulders that told me he worked out consistently.
My mind seemed to drift into making me think he was the one I was recording this for. My teeth sank into my bottom lip imagining his large hands around my waist, then travel to my neck until they braced my throat. I imagined the sting they would leave behind when they went across my ass. I moaned, rotating my hips in circles.What was he like? Would he talk me through it?My eyes fluttered open, reeling me back to reality. That fast, I almost forgot why I was here. I reached under and rubbed my pussy through the thong.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, extending my hand toward the camera. I could feel the wetness coating it and whenever my client watched, I knew this would tip him over the edge. I moaned into the sheets, feeling my stomach grow tighter. “You see that baby? She stays so fucking wet for you. Keep fucking me just like that.”
“Mmm.” I angled myself, placing my weight on one of my elbows. “I wish it was your face I was fucking instead. You’d let me sit this ass on your face like a good boy? You’ll have to promise to swallow every drop.”
The wine was on me. I lowered myself a little more and spread my cheeks wider giving him a better view. Although the thong still covered me, I was positive he could see my wetness. I pulled at the fabric like I was going to put it aside before popping it back in place while the echoes of my ass clapping filled the room.
“Right now. I want you to focus on nutting for me. Can you do that baby?” Each time I threw my ass back, my thighs trembled a little. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes, baby. You can cum. Cum for me,” I whimpered as I released. “That’s right baby. Let all that stress go. Give it to me. Fuck!”
I took a few deep breaths and eased off the bed until I was on my feet. The walk back toward the camera was just as flirty as the beginning.
“Now, don’t forget who you belong to,” I used the same fingers I’d been playing with and pressed them into the lenses before cutting the video. I didn’t do edits. The shit would come as it was recorded. After sending it over, the remaining balance populated. An easy three thousand for five minutes in addition to whatever tip he’d be sending over. Peeling off the camera cover, I replaced it with a fresh one before closing the laptop and cleaned the small mess I made before going to shower.
Unsatisfaction settled over me. I was still carrying the slight heaviness I did before I turned the camera on. Yes, I got my money and a good nut, but what else?Was this shit worth my time? Was I getting something from it?I exhaled, pushing the thoughts from my brain.
Thirty minutes later, I was thumbing through my phone absentmindedly, switching from app to app enjoying my lasthour of alone time. Swiping the screen down, I disabled do not disturb, and the messages that were hidden by the feature appeared.
You’re only missing one color.
Confused by what he was talking about, I opened our text thread and my eyes nearly bulged out of my fucking head. Along with the picture of Zy’s medicines, I’d sent one of the pictures I took earlier. I held the picture down trying to unsend it, but it was too late. Filled with pure embarrassment, I slung my phone out of my sight.
This shit was about to be so awkward.
If the walls could speak
Over the past week,I’d unlocked a new level of restraint. One picture had my mind running wild. Shit, I’d even fought the urge to call her a few times. It wasn’t only about how good she looked, the curves of her body, or how her leg was kicked back allowing me to see the plumpness of her pussy through the lace. The physical attraction was evident, but I was intrigued by Miss Lane, wanting to know more about her as a woman. It was clear she was a good mother and a protector but what was she into? What caused her pain? Most importantly, who the fuck did she take these pictures for?
My thumb hovered over the keyboard within our message thread. I didn’t know what the fuck to even say to this woman. I could’ve asked her to lunch or how her day was, but my session with Zion was on yesterday and this was supposed to be strictly business. It was bad that I was hoping something minor went wrong within our session just so I had a reason to see her again.A nigga was tempted. By a stranger, who I’d only interacted with once.
Looking up, I read the last message in the thread.
Mistakes happens. You straight.
Above that was her three messages letting me know it was an accident. I wasn’t no creepy ass nigga and didn’t want to keep them against her wishes, so I deleted the images from our thread, but the mark on my memory was permanent. I could tell you about every detail in the picture down to the color of the pictures in the background. Exhaling, I put my phone down in what felt like perfect timing because my desk phone rang.
“Mr. Denver,” I answered, putting it on speaker.
“Mr. Denver, if you’re without a student, please come to my office immediately,” Doctor Griff said.
I knew that tone. Somebody was up front showing their ass. Without responding, I hit the end button and headed toward the front office. I entered the doors throwing my head up at the front office staff before cutting to the back where his office was. At the principal’s office door was Shawn, Coach Bishop, and Mr. Mason, who stepped aside and let me in where I saw the parent of the boy who was bullying Zion. The fucked-up part about it was it was his other son he was here for.
