From the Streets to the Sheets (19 page)

“Them my peoples. We just chillin’, baby,” he said. He grabbed my chin between his fingers and placed a kiss on my forehead. “How was work?”

That shit was good!
But I was scared to look at him. Scared that he might see the truth in my eyes so I muttered, “Fine.”

He walked out the bedroom to go get high with his goons. I let out a sigh and plopped on my bed.

After spending countless hours with his niggahs in the living room, Tears finally decided to bring his ass to bed. It was after midnight when he crawled in and snuggled next to me in his boxers and a T-shirt.

“Baby, roll over on your stomach,” he said, rubbing my legs gently.

“Tears,” I said, feeling him kissing on my neck, and grabbing places that I didn’t want him to grab at that moment.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said, fondling my breasts.

“Tears, I’m tired. Can it wait?” I asked, moving my butt away from the erection he had in his boxers.

“What? C’mon . . . let me just get a quickie. You ain’t gotta do shit but just lay there,” he tried to reason.

“No. I’m tired.” I was serious.

“Fuck you!” he cursed, and got out of bed. “I’m out.”

“Whatever!” was all I said. I closed my eyes and went to sleep, hearing Tears move around in the room as he got dressed to go run the streets.
You should have took it this morning when I was throwing it at you!

I woke up the next morning after having almost the same crazy dream with the horses! I wasn’t into fucking in the presence of animals, and yeah the dream ended with the fine man eating my pussy real good again, but the dream really bothered me. This time I had been riding on a stallion butt naked, as the horse galloped through the grassland. Suddenly, I’d felt this entity behind me, and he was naked also. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he rode on the stallion with me gripping my soft naked ass from behind. He began fingering me as I moaned, then the horse leaped and the man’s finger went deep inside me, causing me to cry out. I had never felt anything like it before. He grabbed my pussy and fucked me with his fingers.

I woke up in a slight sweat, and this time Tears wasn’t even fuckin’ home.
Fuck that muthafucka,
I cursed to myself. I glanced at the time and it was 6:45
A.M.
I fell back against my pillow. My dream had seemed so real.

I went to work in a loose-fitting skirt, a blouse, and some sexy heels. I admit it took me longer to get ready for work than usual, knowing that Raheem was going to be in. I wanted to look my best for him today.

I strutted into the office beaming. I sat at my desk and glanced around looking for him. I was hoping maybe we could do that hotel suite again. God knows I wanted to.

But two hours passed, and there was no sign of him. I started to get discouraged. I sighed, trying to do my work and get my mind off his dick.
Maybe it was only meant to be a one-time thing with him,
I thought.

I was going over a few spreadsheets for my boss, when I heard, “You busy?”

I looked up and it was Raheem smiling down at me, looking so fine in his suit and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

“Hey you,” I cheerfully greeted him, feeling my pussy throbbing just at the sight of him.

“When’s your next break?”

“I can take fifteen minutes right now,” I told him.

“C’mon, then.” He gestured.

I looked around, then told my friend Carol that I was taking my morning break. She nodded and I walked off with Raheem.

I followed him toward the men’s bathroom.

“I’ll wait for you,” I said.

He gave me a sinful grin and said, “Inside, you and me.”

“Are you crazy? I can’t walk into the men’s bathroom.”

“Why not? We only got fifteen minutes. And besides, I already checked and no one’s inside.”

It was tempting, and my hot pussy was telling me to go ahead and get myself a quickie at work. Raheem gently pulled me into the men’s bathroom, which was empty and—thank God—clean. I followed him down to the handicapped stall at the end of the row.

“I love what you have on, Ayeesha,” he said, his hands sliding up my skirt and gripping my ass. “You look real good.”

I rammed my tongue down his throat as I unbuckled his pants and pulled out his huge erection. I stroked him gracefully as I backed him against the wall. I wanted to taste him, and feel his big dick sliding in and out my mouth.

I squatted down with his dick still in my grip. I peeked up at him and he looked content already. I leaned forward and slowly sucked on the tip of his dick. He let out a slight moan. I bobbed my head back and forth as Raheem moaned with pleasure. I tried to deep-throat it, but I was only able to push about eight inches into my mouth without gagging. But no lie, his shit felt so good in my mouth.

A moment later I stood up and he sat down on the toilet seat with his pants and boxers around his ankles, and his hard-on looking like a flagpole.

“Come ride this dick,” he said, stroking himself.

“Ssshhhh,” I whispered, placing my index finger near my mouth. “We gotta keep quiet and listen out for the door.”

“My badddd.”

I pulled off my panties, keeping them in my hand, and hiked up my skirt as I walked up to the dick. I straddled him little by little; gradually bringing my pussy down on his dick. I groaned as I felt him penetrate me. I gripped the handicap railing near the toilet and started to ride him.

Raheem grasped my ass and brought me down harder on the dick, I let out a loud scream as he pushed damn near the whole thing into me.

“You better stop,” I whispered in his ear. “This is my job you fuckin’ with.”

He gave me that same sinful grin, and continued to thrust in me, pulling at my hair and fuckin’ the shit out of me. I let go of the railing and wrapped my arms around him, clutching his body tight, feeling myself about to cum.

“I’m cumming,” I whispered in his ear, rocking back and forth, up and down on his lap. I felt that dick in my chest again.

“I’m cumming too, Ayeesha,” he cried out, but suddenly we heard the bathroom door creak open and my eyes widened. We both remained completely still. I listened carefully. We heard someone peeing by the urinals. Raheem smiled at me, and grabbed my ass and tried to continue fuckin’ me as he sucked on my nipples.

“You better stop,” I whispered to him.

I heard the urinal flush and then water running in the sink. And then I heard the guy fart as he washed his hands. Raheem and I laughed silently as the man walked out of the bathroom.

We continued to fuck. Raheem sucked on my hard nipples and repeatedly pounded some good fuckin’ dick up in me. “I’m cumming,” I cried out again. I felt my legs quivering, so I gripped the railing with my left hand and continued to ride.

I felt his dick get harder inside me as he grabbed my butt tightly, and his fingers gripped my butt cheeks as I felt him shuddering and exploding in me.

Moments later, he made me explode too. I remained seated on his lap, panting and trying to catch my breath. I glanced at the time and saw that I only had two minutes left of my break.

“Damn, you always do this to me,” I told Raheem as I dismounted him, wiped myself, and put my panties back on.

He smiled and said, “But you know it’s worth it.”

We quickly got decent again, and Raheem stepped out of the stall before me to check if all was clear. He signaled for me that it was okay to leave, and I strutted out of the bathroom running my hands through my hair.

I made it back to my desk, and sank into my chair with a pleased look plastered across my face. Even Carol noticed it when she looked at me and said, “Damn, Ayeesha, that must have been some break. You looking like a whole new woman.”

I smiled and thought,
If she only knew.

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After work, I rode east with Raheem in his new 2007 S-Class, gleaming black Benz. He had his hand up my skirt finger-popping me as he did eighty miles an hour on the Long Island Expressway as we headed to his ten-acre ranch in Riverhead, Long Island. And of course I sucked his dick in the car for a good twenty minutes!

We got there around eight that evening, and I was in awe. His crib was all that. I stepped out of the car amazed. He showed me around, which took damn near an hour, but when we walked out the back of the house and into a barn, my mouth dropped open. It was the same barn I’d been seeing in my dreams!

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I said, staring at his big black horses. “It’s just funny, because I feel like I’ve seen this place before,” I marveled.

“You hungry?” he asked.

We ended up having dinner, drinking champagne and having some real good conversation. He introduced me to his butler, Henry, who had been taking care of Raheem since he was in diapers.

But the exciting news came when Raheem told me that he’d made up his mind to let my agency handle his account. That would bring a lot of money into the office, and he admitted that he was giving his business to my agency all because of me. He also said that he was going to give Mr. Robinson some really good reports about me, and I was thrilled because his word could help me get a promotion.

Around ten that night I found myself in the barn with Raheem, fucking him once again. He had me bent over one of the stable doors, my skirt pulled up, panties on the ground, as he did to me what he did best.

Moments later, we were butt naked in the hay wilding the fuck out. I was in the missionary position, legs straddled around him, and screaming at the top of my lungs. He did me justice that night! It seemed like every time we fucked, it just got better and better.

It was so good that I passed out nestled against Raheem in the hay, and we slept butt-naked in each other’s arms the whole night.

I woke up around ten that Saturday morning and knew that I needed to call my boo. Tears was probably worried sick about me. I had lied and told him I would be home late because I was accompanying Mr. Robinson to an important business meeting in the city, but that was no excuse to stay out all night long.

I sat up in the hay and was surprised that Raheem was not by my side. I figured he’d probably gone inside the house for a moment, so I quickly got dressed. When I walked out of the barn I saw Henry tending one of the horses.

“Where’s Raheem?” I asked.

He looked at me like he never saw me before.

“And you are?” he asked.

“Ayeesha, remember? I came home with Raheem last night, and we had dinner together. We talked for hours.”

“I’m sorry, I have no recollection of you,” he stated. “How did you get here anyway?”

“Raheem brought me,” I told him. I suddenly noticed that the Benz was gone. But I also remembered Raheem telling me that Henry was getting old and his mind sometimes came and went.

My ass had to take a cab home. I was pissed off that Raheem had left without waking me up or saying good-bye. But he was a busy man, making millions.

I got home around noon, only to get into a heated argument with Tears for staying out all night with no good excuse. I thought that niggah was gonna attack me—he was just that fuckin’ furious. Over and over he threatened to kill me if he caught me fuckin’ some other niggah, but eventually he calmed down after I lied my ass off about my whereabouts, then sucked his dick, swallowed his kids, and gave him some bomb pussy that made him shut the fuck up about me not coming home last night.

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Monday morning found me in my office bright and early. I was excited about Raheem’s new account and my involvement in it. I knew it would mean some major shit for the agency. I looked around the office for Raheem, but he was nowhere to be found.

Noontime came, and I was getting anxious—still no Raheem. I sighed. I thought maybe he had come in even earlier than me, taken care of his business with the agency, and then had to leave on business.

I left my desk and went to Mr. Robinson’s office. I knocked twice on his door and heard him call, “Come in.”

I walked into his office and my boss was seated at his desk looking over some papers.

“Mr. Robinson, did we get the new account?” I asked, smiling tremendously about it.

He looked up at me and I saw his eyebrow arch. “New account?”

“Yes, with Raheem. He told me over the weekend that he wanted us to handle his account. He said that I was a big help in his decision to do business with us.”

My boss leaned back in his leather chair and gave me this baffled look, and then he hit me with, “Who is Raheem?”

“You introduced me to him last week,” I proclaimed, thinking my boss was losing his mind. “He was sitting right there on that couch.” I pointed. “He was tall, dark-skinned, bald head, trimmed goatee—a very handsome man. He was in here talking to you about business.”

“I’m sorry, Ayeesha, but I have no idea who you’re talking about. I never met any Raheem, nor am I familiar with anyone with that name,” he said.

I stood in my boss’s office dumbfounded. Didn’t anyone remember Raheem except me?

“You’ve got to know him. I met him right here. He’s got to be real. I mean, we—” I stopped myself from blowing up my own spot in front of Mr. Robinson. “Raheem took me out to a ranch in Riverhead on Friday evening. He showed me his horses.”

“Did you say a ranch in Riverhead?” Mr. Robinson said.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a picture sitting on my boss’s shelf. I’d never seen it there before, but it was familiar. It was a picture of Raheem.

“That’s him! That’s Raheem!” I shouted, pointing to the picture.

“My son?”

“Your son?”

“Yes. But his name isn’t Raheem. It’s Jerome, and he was killed three years ago. In fact, in Riverhead.”

I looked at him like,
What the fuck!

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did he die?” I asked.

“Jerome loved horses all his life. A week after his twenty-third birthday he was trampled by a stallion on a ranch in Riverhead. In fact, today would have been my son’s twenty-sixth birthday,” he proclaimed.

“Ohmygod!” I muttered, with my hand cupped over my mouth. I felt like I was about to faint.
How could it be?
I asked myself. My nipples were still sore. It had seemed so real.