Serena’s POV
We got up to his penthouse through the elevator. This stranger held me with his two hands, suspending me mid-air, kissing me from the elevator to his kitchen countertops, our lips were locked from the moment we stepped on the elevator.
My clothes were taken off by this stranger in the elevator, I was completely naked, and so was he. I only had my glasses on. As he places me on the counterpoint, our lips unlock from each other, he takes off my glasses. He takes his thumb and massages my clit. My two hands rest on the countertops, my head tilted up.
The stranger buries his head in my vagina, I could now erupt. I used one hand to bury his head further.
“Don't stop”, he better not, this is sweet divine ecstasy.
My pussy feels wet. “Fuc…k”
He raises his head and grabs me from the countertops and into his bedroom, tossing me like dirty clothing. Who is this guy? The audaciousness. He dives and glides on my ass like a surfboard. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my ass. He grabs my hair from behind, kissing me one final time, still from behind.
Now the action begins…
He inserts his big black cock in my ass. The sharp pain I felt when had finally ingested me was worth every inch of his cock. The pounding of flesh to flesh, the switching of positions, the long 25 minutes our bodies shared fluids.
Finally, he erupts in me his glorious exit. He crashes on the bed like a wounded lion in battle. He is tired and needs his rest, soon he will start to sleep like an old pregnant woman.
I just stayed there and stared at the ceiling, different thoughts resonating in my head. I haven't felt this way in a long time. No one has made me feel this euphoric in years.
“You want anything?”, I raised my head to see the stranger walking towards the kitchen area, butt naked, sexy ass, butt naked. How is he still alive? I mean shouldn't he be dozing off by now? Where did he find the strength to even stand? I can't even move from the bed.
“Yeah, water should be fine”
“Water?”, he questioned from the kitchen. What's wrong with water?
“Yeah, or if you prefer I have something else…”
“No water is fine”, I noticed the full smile on my face and instantly brought it down to a much more serious look, the kind KanyeWest does. He hands me the bottle of water.
“What?”
“Nothing”, he's lying.
“What's wrong with water?”
“I expected you'd say whisky for some reason”, he chuckles, making me roll my eyes with a smile. I noticed he poured himself a glass of whisky. I dropped the bottle of water and took the glass of whisky from his hands and drank out of it.
“There…”,I said smiling at him.
He scoffs, “Alright”, taking his last sip. He returns to crash on the bed, his left hand resting on my thigh once more, his right hand at the back of his head. He is staring at the ceiling. I just covered myself with his bedspread, he noticed.
He pulls me closer to him, cuddling me, his fingers rubbing my nipples repeatedly. I wanted him to stop. Hasn't he had enough for one night? I turned to lay on my belly, no longer in a cuddle position, but this stranger insisted that he needed to cuddle me, returning me as I was. “Stop moving”, he commanded me with his thick voice, I obeyed, whispering silently, “Yes, Daddy”.
The next morning, I awoke to see that the stranger was no longer in bed. Where has he gone? Wow! What is this place? His place is so beautiful and elegant. His taste in interior decor is exquisite. Is he rich? Did I just sleep with a rich man? No. He looks too young to be this rich.
This is probably all his daddy's money, but he looks just my age. The open concept is amazing, I loved how everything is uniquely arranged. What is that? I walked to the kitchen and saw a hot coffee put aside. Is this for me? I sniffed it. I took a sip of the hot coffee, a Starbucks coffee.
“That wasn't for you”, the voice of the stranger startles me, almost spilling the coffee on me.
“Jesus! you scared me”
“Sorry. But here’s yours”, he stretches his hand to give me a Starbucks coffee.
“Well, now it’s yours”, I took another sip of the coffee, smiling at him as I drank it. He chuckles.
“I have to get to work”, his words Jolt me to realism. I’m going to be late on my first day of work.
“Holy shit! I begin my new job today”, I left the coffee on his countertops.
“Let me drop you off, I can't be the reason you are late”
“No, it's fine. I have to get back home. I need to get dressed”, I hurriedly packed my stuff, picking them one after the other, making sure I didn't miss a thing.
“No. No. I insist you let me help”, he walks to his room closet and brings out a lady's dress for me to put on. “Here you go” I looked at this stranger with utmost disgust. So he sleeps around with girls and has their belongings as trophies. I said it, these rich people have a wired lifestyle.
“What's that, one of yours?”, he burst out a brief laugh.
“Funny. Here”, he stretches his hands out. I know I can't refuse or I'll be late. After speculating for about a minute, I decided to take the dress he offered, not minding who it had belonged to, probably a stripper. Now, that's a good story to tell Benita.
“Thanks,” I reached to take the dress. I went into his room closet to dress. Wow! This room is filled with clothes and jewellery. An entire room dedicated to clothes? Man!
As I returned, the stranger had on a black suit, but with no tie on. He struggles to put them on. How can a man not be able to knot a tie? Silly!
“Here, let me”, he turned to face me. I helped knot the tie around his neck, his eyes fixed on me once more. “What?”
“You look a mess without makeup, I'm sure your new boss won't be happy to see you in such untidiness”, excuse me, rude. How can he speak to a girl like that? He has no manners.
“I've got makeup in my purse. Shall we?”, I swear I muffled those words, he had taken the little hope from my voice with his words, sigh!
“Let me grab my keys”, We went down to the parking lot. He opens the doors to a Ferrari. Was this what we drove to get here? How didn't I notice? I must have been too drunk last night. “Get in”, he says to me, already seated in the front.
“Can't you at least hold and close the door for me?”, already seated.
“You getting in or not?”, I scoffed at him. The audacity of this man. The door automatically closed by itself. I felt stupid. He mocked me with his stare.
“Shall we?”, halfway through the drive, I applied my makeup m gently on my face.
“My office building is down this road, where are you going?”He looks at me from the center mirror.
“Same, just keep driving”
“So, what kind of work do you do?”, none that was his business.
“None of your concern”, at last, I see his scowl, which he covers up with a smirk.
“Woah! Woah! Easy, I'm just trying to have a conversation here, okay?”
“Sure”, I purposely faced him while applying my red lipstick on. I pointed at the building where I worked. “This is me”
“Here?”, he said as if shocked.
“Yeah”. The door of the Ferrari opened. We both stepped out. I was too shocked to see him out. “What? Do you want a goodbye hug?”
“What? I work here”
“Oh! Right”, he walked beside me into the building without saying a single word. He kept turning and smiling at me. Why is he a prick? A man walked up to us. I recognized him. He is the HR for the company that hired me as their new secretary. His name is Jerry.
“Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Boyega, I see you both have made acquaintances with each other”, does the stranger know Jerry?
“You know her?”, the stranger asked Jerry, surprised as well to see the level of familiarity between us.
“Know her? Mr. Boyega, this is your new secretary, Mrs Serena Johnson. Mrs Johnson, this is your boss, Mr Vincent Boyega”
Serena's POV“Know her? Mr. Boyega, this is your new secretary, Mrs Serena Johnson. Mrs Johnson, this is your boss, Mr Vincent Boyega”“Boss?”, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening to me. And why is he unbothered by the fact he had just slept with his own Secretary?“Well, it's nice to meet you, Serena. I'm sure you're going to enjoy working with me, nice makeup”, with a smirk on his face, those were his last words to me before leaving for God knows where. If this were a cartoon show, my face would be boiling red right now.“Am I his secretary?”, making Jerry aware that I wasn't sure what was going on.“That's the job you applied for wasn't it?”, he seems unsuspecting about the stranger, Vincent, and I, for now.“Yeah, but…”“No buts. If I were you, I'd go and attend to him immediately, he doesn't like untidiness. I increased my pace to catch up to him. He walked into his office and I followed him behind.“What are you doing here?”“I erm… I..”, where are my words? He points outsid
Serena’s POV Alexander, my ex-boyfriend. Alex breathes heavily, he looks exhausted and drained of energy. “Alex? What the hell are you doing here?”, shocked to see him, he looks like he has been rough-handled. What has he done this time around? It's always something with Alex. The last time it was the cops, the other time it was the gang members, now what? “Please, you gotta help me out guys”, a strange ooze filled the room. “Eww, what's that smell? Is this you Alex?” I asked to be sure. It smelt like sewers. “You got to help me out, guys”, breathing heavily like a dog, sweating profusely with a bad stench that worsened it all. Alex looked like he had not showered for days, what had happened to him? The only question I had for him. “Hmm… no. I warned you not to return your broken ass to this place last time you came here. Seems you want to be embarrassed. I wonder who you're running from this time around. I'll be happy to let them know your stupid ass is here”, sh
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Serena’s POV Walking into the office the next morning took me by surprise at what Jerry had done. My office desk wasn’t where it was meant to be, he had moved it to only God knows where. “Oh, there you are'' Jerry approaches me from the corner. “Where’s my desk?” I was a little confused and couldn't realize that this was Jerry’s friendly way of making me change my blue hair. It’s not ethical for the workplace. “You’ll be happy to find that your desk has been moved to a more comfortable location for you to work at your maximum productivity”, he said with a dirty smirk on his face, “Hope you find it truly comfortable”, he patted my shoulders before leaving. What have you done, you dwarf? “What did you do to my desk? You’re compromising my assistance to Mr. Vincent and I'm sure he wouldn't like to see I'm not where I'm supposed to be” Got you, you little piece of… “And I'll be glad to inform you that Mr Boyega won't be coming in today” “What, is he sick?” “That's for me to worry abou
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