Angel Love

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  Book Two of Consequences

  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.

  “Oh 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 long, beautiful, blond 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

  Randy 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 are 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 on the bed and naked, I began 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. “April, baby, send the first customer in.”

  “April, no-o 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 sucked 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 warned, 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 c
ut—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 at Randy’s tool.

  * * * *

  When Randy finished 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 moolah.”

  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 moolah 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?”

  “I think I’m going to like having my partner in crime back. Let’s get dressed and go.”

  Chapter Two

  Each of us bought two sexy Mardi Gras style masks each and ordered two more from catalogs.

  Afterward, we headed to my favorite Italian restaurant, Oreganos—the one nearby on Shea Blvd—and ordered two salads and a small cheese pizza.

  After what I’d just did I shouldn’t have doubted her, but I was finding all the things Helen…I mean April and Randy had done…well, they were unbelievable. “He fucked you in Railroad Park? With people watching?”

  “Ah-huh. They watched me suck him off first.”

  “Oh…my…God! I couldn’t do that.”

  She swallowed her bite of salad and took a sip of her iced tea. “Yes you could. You just fucked six men and you’re invigorated. You’re an excitement freak just like me. You watch, he’ll have you out somewhere in public fucking your brains out and you’ll be loving it.” She laid her elegant hand across mine and glanced around conspiratorially. “This will kill you. The best sex I had with Randy. Totally uninterrupted in which he gave me three climaxes, was in front of Herbie.”

  I thought my jaw would hit the table it dropped so much. Wide eyed, I asked, “No! Your husband? You fucked Randy in front of your husband?”

  She nodded ardently. “And he wanted to do it again.”

  “Randy?”

  She shook her head. “Herbie.”

  I shook my head in disgust. “Jesus, that’s unbelievable. Now tell me about the gynecologist chair.”

  Her eyes lit up. “Oh! That’s what I was going to tell you. Randy started themed gangbangs, I’ve been a cop, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, a nurse in a gynecologist chair and I was fucked on a pool table. The pool table was neat, but chair was the pinnacle so far.”

  My interest must have been transparent as I leaned forward and rested my chin on my fist. “Go on.”

  “Well Randy didn’t tell me there were seven until today. I lost track.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I know how that can happen.”

  “Anyway, he would let two guys in at a time and after they undressed, most of the johns, rather than just wait their turn, would join in. Playing with my breasts, sucking on my nipples, flicking my clit, doing anything they could to warm up for their turn to shove their swelling need into my you know what. Needless to say, the feeling of having extra hands and mouths exciting me for hours while I was being fucked in one of the most optimal positions ever was a thrill.”

  “I’d like to try that. The pool table, too.”

  “Tell Randy. I told him about one I want to do and he’s going to arrange it next for me.

  “What?”

  Before April could answer, my phone rang. “Excuse me. It could be my husband, Marc. Hello.”

  “Ten o’clock. The Swank Club. Dress up sexy, no panties, no bra. Oh, bring your mask.”

  “Randy, I fucked six guys today.”

  “Don’t back talk me! Ten o’clock. Swank Club.”

  I couldn’t believe the excitement I felt. The beat of my heart had sped up and I could barely catch my breath. “That was Randy. I have to go. I need to get ready.”

  April looked incredulous. “For what?”

  “He wants me at the Swank Club at ten o’clock.”

  She glanced at her watch then pointed at it. “Angel, it’s only seven.”

  “You’re right. He wants me to bring my mask. I wonder why?”

  “Huh. That is strange. He must have something else planned for you.”

  Remembering my husband, I started to panic. “What am I going to tell Marc?” Then, I sighed a breath of relief. “Oh. Thank God, he’s going straight to a poker party at the country club tonight. Come home with me, please. Help me get ready.”

  At nine-fifty, I sashayed into the Swank Club with one of the fancy masks I’d bought resting in my purse. Per April’s suggestion, I wore a short, full skirted, low cut, red and white dress and matching four-inch heels. I took a stool at the bar and revolving the stool, panned the club. I didn’t see Randy anywhere. Then as if I was under scrutiny, my cell phone rang. “Hello.”

  “Go to the stai
rs near the entrance that lead to the mezzanine. Did you bring a mask?”

  “Yes.”

  “Put it on and hurry.”

  I slid off the stool and rushed to the entrance. The stairs were to the right. I looked up and saw him leaning over the banister a smile on his lips and a black mask over his eyes. He pointed to his mask and then me. Pulling the mask from my handbag as I darted up the stairs, I donned it as I reached the landing.

  He stood there glaring at me, a crazy grin like Batman’s Joker on his face. He pulled me up the four stairs to the balcony and squeezed me hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Then his lips aggressively crushed mine in a bruising kiss, while his satiny tongue intruded, swirling across my mouth. He backed away. “I’m in a wicked mood. What shall we do?”

  “Fuck,” I volunteered.

  “Yes but later. What should we do now?”

  I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.”

  “Let me give you a little hint.” He unzipped his slacks and pulled his oversized, ready for action, shaft free. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his manhood. I began to stroke him. “That’s it. Let’s go over by the railing.”

  I panicked. “People will see us.”

  His Joker grin returned. “That’s why we’re wearing masks. We’re going to start a new fad.” He grasped my hand so hard it hurt and nearly yanked my arm out of the socket as he dragged me toward the railing. With one arm on the rail, he surveyed the club. “You’re going to suck my cock and then I’m going to fuck you. Are you game?”

  Did I have a choice? I’d seen this side of Randy in Vegas. He might ask your opinion, but you’d better agree with him. ”Sounds like fun.” I got down on my knees in front of God and everyone. Thank God, no one was looking yet. But they would. My lips surrounded his staff and my mouth ingurgitated it. Then he held my head still and began to fuck my mouth. In and out, in and out, my mind wandered…seven years ago…back to Vegas.