Angel Love

Angel Love

By Dee Dawning

Copyright © 2009 Dee Dawning

Angel Love is a continuation of April
Showers. Though it will not take the place of reading April
Showers, here is the last scene from that book.

“
O
h God, Helen. That feels so
fucking good. Oh, Jesus! Here I come, oh sweets, it’s a fucking
planetary collision.”

Cindy arched her back so much I thought it
might snap. Her hips rose and she pushed her clit greedily into my
mouth as she screamed her bliss. As I pushed fingers in and out of
her saucy snatch and teased the hard, pink nipples of her
beautiful, perfect breasts, she racked her body thrashing back and
forth, as much as her fur lined cuffs would permit.

Exhausted, she sighed and
went limp. I rose up and smiled at her. She smiled back. I studied
her. Yes, I was beautiful, but Cindy was perfection, blonde haired,
blue eyed, goddess like perfection. I nodded.
Yes, she will bring the big bucks.

“
Wow, that was something.
I haven’t had an orgasm like that for…well, in a long time. I’m
shaking. Can you see my come-shudders?”

I smiled, sat down on the bed next to her
and stroked her beautiful hair. “Yes, I believe I can.”

“
We should do that more
often.”

I felt her. She was shaking. “We should and
now that I’m going to be single, we will.” I leaned over and kissed
her on the lips. Then I rose and started walking to the door.

“
Wait, aren’t you going to
take the handcuffs off? Why did you put these on
anyway?”

“
For effect, I’ll take
them off when the lesson is over.”

“
Lesson, what are you
talking about? What lesson?”

I continued to the door. “The lesson of
life. That there are sometimes consequences for what we do.” I
opened the door and pulled in Randy, naked and ready for our blonde
goddess. “This is my consequence.”

She looked at him wild eyed. “You!”

“
Hello, love. Or should I
say Angel?”

She started thrashing as if she were having
a second climax. “No, no, please no! That was seven years ago.”

Randy climbed on the bed and held her steady
as his entered her. She gasped as he shoved his magnificent ten
inches inside her and moved in and out of her, she calmed. She
whimpered and began helping him, moving with and into him. Then her
moans began. “Oh, yes, Randy, I remember now. How good you made me
feel.”

I didn’t think she’d hear me, but I said it
anyway. “And for better or worse, he’s your consequence, too!”

Chapter One

R
andy stroked me with his prodigious organ and oh God, it felt
heavenly. Each wondrous thrust sent spasms of lustful heat rifling
through my slender frame. I was silly centimeters for the ‘big
one’, the San Andres fault when he suddenly stopped and left me
hanging.

“
Oh, Doll Face, I was
so-o-o close. What’s the matter?”

“
I need help.” He called,
“April?”

“
Help? April’s help. I
don’t understand.”

The door opened and April, now wearing a
robe and a mask peaked in. “Did you call?”

“
Yes. Put the cuffs on her
ankles. And put the mask on her.”

She stepped into the room and closed a cuff
around each ankle, then closed the cuff on my left ankle around the
corresponding post on the footboard. I started kicking violently.
“Wait. What you doing that for?”

April couldn’t grab my right ankle to fasten
it, but Randy did. He then grabbed my foot and locked it in place.
Spread eagle and naked, I was beginning to panic. April slid beside
me, a mask in her long feminine fingers. I whimpered. “April, we’re
friends. Please tell me. Please. What the fuck is going on?” As she
slipped the mask over my eyes, I blubbered. “Please. What’s going
to happen?”

She stroked my hair. “You’re just going to
have some fun and make some money.”

I began to breathe heavily. My pulse rate
soared. I felt a tingling in my arms and face from
hyperventilating. “April, Helen or whatever you fucking name is.
You don’t understand. I don’t need money.”

Randy spoke. “Baby, send the first customer
in.”

“
April, no please I don’t
want any customers. This isn’t Vegas. Please don’t do it.
Do-o-on’t.” I watched in horror as she walked toward the door.
Randy began to play with my clit and nipples. He shoved a finger in
me and moved it around while his thumb strummed my nub.

A man came in, his gaze fixed on me. He was
partially bald with glasses and a paunch. When he licked his lips
and started removing his clothes, I lost it, thrashing like a wild
woman.

Randy stilled me with force. Holding me down
firmly, he whispered in my ear. “You can do this Angel. Remember
you are Angel. You had worse looking tricks than him in Vegas. You
are a whore and you can do this. It’s not his looks that count,
it’s his green and he’s paying two thousand dollars for the
privilege of inserting his puny cock in you for fifteen lousy
minutes. I will help you. I will protect you and April and I will
make sure you enjoy it.”

Somehow, his little speech calmed me enough
that I begin to feel the erogenic sensations Randy was causing to
filter through me. April lowered her lips to my right more
sensitive nipple and began sucking on it, fingering my other nipple
in pleasure circles. Randy ran fingers through my hair and teased
my lips with his tongue. They made me feel good, very good, almost
good enough to forget the average looking dolt who was about to
fuck me.

But I didn’t forget him. I tensed as I felt
John Doe kneel between my widely spread legs. “My, she’s a beauty.
The other pretty lady said I could eat her cunt first. I love to
eat cunt and this one is pristine.”

“
Sure, Go ahead, but it’ll
cut into your time,” Randy volunteered, after pulling his lips from
mine.

“
Thanks. I’m a fast cummer
anyway. Especially, on one like this. God, she’s
perfect.”

“
And you get to eat and
fuck her, dive in.”

My throat was dry and I was having trouble
breathing, but I managed to say one word, “condom?” breathily.

I shivered half in disgust and half in
desire as I felt John Doe’s fingers splay my nether lips.

I must not have spoken clearly, because
Randy laid his ear by my mouth and asked, “What?”

As the man inserted a finger into me and
licked my clit, I repeated, “condom?”

He raised his lips to my ear. “Don’t worry,
when he’s ready April will put one on.”

And then Randy eased his tongue into the
crease between my lips.” His smooth tongue entered my mouth and I
sighed. As the man’s moist tongue reamed the rim of my warm, juicy
pussy, I ushered forth my delight with moans of pleasure. As if
responding to a mating call he returned my moans. I tensed once
more, not from dread, but from excitement as he shoved two thick
fingers in my feminine tunnel saying, “Oh, Angel. I love your tasty
crème.” Then after licking my swollen clitoris, his lips wrapped
around the nub and sucked on it, sending pleasure charges through
me. The man was quite good at cunnilingus and soon an ethereal haze
of lust descended over me from all the hands mouths and tongues
that serviced my erogenous zones. Unfortunately, as aroused as I
was, when my pay for love, lover, finally began to fuck me, he was
a man of his word and came in less than a minute—leaving me seconds
from an approaching climax.

I felt so lathered, I could have fucked an
army and that is what the parade of gash hounds that April ushered
in to fuck me seemed like. I lost count at three, but I knew I’d
been fucked more.

When the last john left, April removed the
cuffs, while Randy gave me a hot tongue down the throat kiss. “You
were wonderful,” he exclaimed as he shoved an envelop into my
hand.

I sat up. “What’s this?”

“
Your cut—six thousand
smackeroos. I’ll take care of April this time.”

I stared at him. “Six…johns?”

“
Ah-huh, how do you
feel?”

How do I feel. Cheap?
Used?
I stretched my arms and smiled.
“Exhilarated! Like I did in Vegas. Did you notice I had two
orgasms?”

He nodded and smiled. “It was pretty
obvious. You’re not sore are you? Because I have a big date set up
for both of you, Friday.”

I knew the way my mouth and eyes opened
wide, my surprise showed. “April turns tricks?”

He shrugged at my silly question. “Of
course. Her last time she fucked seven guys in a gynecologist
chair.”

I flashed Randy a coy smile. “I fucked
seven, too, if we count you?”

He waved his forefinger in front of my mouth
and I snapped at it. He pulled the finger back. “Oh, but I didn’t
come.”

My eyes narrowed. “Well, whose fault is
that?”

He jumped at me and within seconds, he was
between my legs sticking his magnificent rod to me, while burying
his tongue in my throat. April said, “Hey save some of that action
for me. All that fucking made me hotter than Hades.” She crawled
onto the bed and embraced us both, waiting her turn.

* * * *

When Randy was done with me, he fucked
April. God help me, I felt cockish all over again from watching
their coupling. Randy had awakened something in me that I thought
I’d buried seven years ago—chronic sexual compulsion. Now, thanks
to Helen and Randy, for better or worse, it was back. Did I want to
bury it again? Could I bury it again?

When Randy left and April began to slip her
panties on, I reached out to her. “Please, I need more.”

I could see the incredulity in her eyes, but
she nodded and wrapped a gentle hand around my breast. Her other
hand pressed lightly on my chest urging me to recline. Flat on my
back, she lowered herself to one knee, parted my folds and leaned
her beautiful mouth down to tongue my needy places.

When we’d both climaxed, I held her.
Surprisingly, even though she’d betrayed me today, I felt love for
her.

Helen was the most beautiful woman I knew, a
true Helen of Troy, with her long brown hair with blond highlights
and stately svelte frame. She had started modeling after school and
had been well accepted with a growing clientele, until…until she
met and married Dr. Herbert Ryan. “Did you like that?”

She smiled. “Wildly.” Then she looked sad.
“I’m sorry for setting you up today. I’m afraid I was a bad
friend.”

I touched my forefinger to her pretty button
nose. “And I was a bad friend seven years ago when I talked you and
the others into whoring in Vegas.”

“
You know. Maybe you did
me a favor. I knew then that I had a dark side. I tried to bury it,
but my dark side is back with a vengeance and for the first time in
years, I’m really enjoying life. I dig the excitement and Lord
knows I love the fucking. I don’t hurt anyone. I get my kicks,
spread joy through the world and make fantastic money doing
it.”

I laughed. “Wow, I never thought of being a
whore like that before. You’re a regular Mother Teresa.”

She threw her mask at me. “Oh shut up.” She
sidled up close to me. Her warm minty breath gave me goose bumps as
she whispered in my ear, “I think I know what he has set up for
Friday. If I’m right, it’s a Saudi Prince and we’ll have a ball and
make a lot of mullah.”

Picking up my envelop stuffed with hundred
dollar bills and shaking it in front of her, I gave her a coy
smile. “I made a lot of mullah today and I’m going to take you to
early dinner.” I picked up the chintzy Halloween mask she threw at
me. “But before dinner we’re going to a costume shop and get some
decent masks.” I snickered. “If we’re going to be mysterious
courtesans, we should to do it in style. Maybe, I’ll get us a mask
for every day of the week. What do you think?”