Early in the morning, Omarion got up and dressed for work after the usual drill of bathing and having breakfast which was skipped sometimes anyway. He got into his car excitedly, dropped his briefcase at the back seat and sat in the driver’s seat. He was so elated and his whole body could attest to this fact. Omarion had never felt this way before. The joy he felt inside him was inexplicable. It was beyond just having sex, beyond making out with Isis. It was beyond the rounds and rounds of sex they had in his office. Omarion smiled all through his ride. It was exactly 6:30am when Omarion’s car pulled over at the company’s parking lodge. Humming an unknown song, he stepped out of the car, shut the door behind him and opened the door of the back seat. Omarion picked his briefcase and adjusted his coat. He heaved a sigh and headed into the building leaving the door to be closed by his bodyguards. He pressed the button on the elevator and it counted from one through ten before the door o
Omarion gazed at Isis from her head down her toes. Then, he yelled out Rachael’s name. “Racheal!” Isis couldn’t move an inch. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Omarion grabbed the telephone on the table and put a call through to Racheal. “Sir?” her tiny voice responded from the other end of the call. “To my office, now!” he shouted. Racheal must have moved the phone away from her ear as soon as he spoke because his voice was loud and sunk into the ear in the most unpleasant manner that could block one’s eardrums and confine him or her to a lifetime of deafness. In a couple of seconds, the door was opened and Racheal stepped in. Isis took a few steps aside as Racheal nearly pushed her down to the floor. “Sir Omarion…you called me” she said. Omarion was even more furious. Racheal was well aware of the reason why he had called as soon as she saw Isis but pretended not to have a clue. She faked a smile which she flashed at her boss. His face was blank. Racheal sucked in her fake smile as
Isis was blushing, her insides tickling…the heat from her feet spreading through her body as his hand touches her hair. “I have missed you” she confessed. Her lips partly open as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. Immediately, Omarion was gripped with that passion, that urge that he could not control whenever she was around him. Isis had pressed the right button. Omarion lost control of his senses and every single thing that had often held him from having his way around Isis. He grabbed her waist, pulled to his body and sauntered on her full lips. His hands were now on her face as he held it closely with his palms. All he could hear was Isis’ breaths brushing the hairs on his neck as he harassed her lips. Isis raised her hands and cupped around Omarion’s neck. She kissed him back, allowing her tongue roll freely in his mouth. They sucked each other up gracefully, passionately…with every iota of strength they had. Isis released her fears…she allowed Omarion use her just the w
Isis was having the best moments of her life with Omarion. Every single day, she would wrap up quickly in the office, slip to Omarion’s and have sex. Isis could not hold herself back. Omarion had awakened her sexual nerves. Now, she wanted it daily, not weekly, annually or occasionally. She wanted him all over her every single day. As each day unfolded, the yearning became deeper and greater, with both boss and employee not being able to resist each other. Omarion loved it. Isis adored it. She wanted more…went for more and kept up the pace consistently; finish work swiftly, rush to Omarion’s office and have a feel of their bodies. Throughout the week, Isis and Omarion made out consistently. They don’t utter a word to each other but it was clear that the bond was strengthening …getting stronger as each day passes by. Isis would walk into the office, lock the door behind her to avoid predators like Racheal badging in and interrupting their fun. She would smile, walk majestically and me
Finally, Racheal got the number. “Perfect!” she exclaimed and dialled it. Racheal went over to her desk and sat down. Then crossed her legs and cleared her throat. The phone rang while she listened carefully. “Hi” the voice at the other end of the call said. Racheal was so excited. “Hi…I have very important information concerning Omarion Yandel” Racheal said without wasting time. “What? Important information about Omarion Yandel? How did you get it?” the lady’s voice seemed curious. Exactly how she wanted her to react. “Well, I can’t tell you right now” Racheal replied. “Very well then, let’s meet up later. I will send the address and time. I hope you’re not too busy to meet” the lady said.“Not at all. I will meet you right there. I’m looking forward to our meeting. Don’t forget to send the address and time. Thank you…” Racheal replied and the call went off. “Yes!” she exclaimed dropping her legs to the floor. Her heels made a cracking sound. Racheal was so excited. “Omarion Yandel…O
Phoenix returned home to meet an empty house without her best friend, Isis. She was so amazed. The door was locked and so she took out a bunch of keys and unlocked it. Slamming the door behind her, Phoenix yelled Isis’ name. “Isis! Isis!” there was no response. “Babe? Babe!” she kept calling as she walked towards their room. She flung the door open and met an empty room. Phoenix was surprised. She threw her bag on the bed and took off her heels. Then she opened the door to the shower, thinking that Isis might be playing pranks on her as she once in a while did. “I caught you!” phoenix shouted excitedly when she opened the door. Alas! It was empty. The last place Phoenix could not bet her best friend could be was the kitchen. Although she prepared food, but it was not Isis’ fantasy. She was barely doing it because both of them needed food to eat and survive. Apart from that reason, Isis would not enter the kitchen. It might be a lucky day so Phoenix went over to the kitchen to look fo
Isis was not even fabricating stories about how Omarion pleased her making her crazy and have a strong yearning for more. It had happened countless times and Isis was soon become an expert in what she used to call dirty things. Whenever she slipped into Omarion’s office, every single day’s sex came with a different style. Omarion, in his words “you have more to learn in order to please me” used her to carry out all his many experiments. Isis, who loses control of her body and senses whenever his hand touches her body lies submissively and does whatever he demands. It had become a routine with Isis going to Omarion’s office everyday expecting to be introduced to a new sex style. Phoenix was not even on her level anymore…the force with which she had decided to learn all the dirty ways of having sex made her get acquainted with all of them day by day. It got to a point where Isis could not hold out anymore and Omarion made her scream his name. “Fuck me harder, Omarion” her voice would s
For a couple of seconds, Omarion wondered what could have possibly spurred his mother to call him at such a wrong time. Why was his mother calling? What the hell does she have that could not wait? After abandoning him for years, she appears out of the blue and wants what exactly? “Mother” his voice dropped low. He was clearly not in a mood to speak to her. She had interrupted his fun with Isis. Who knows? He might just have gone for another round if not for her interruption. How annoying! “We are coming home soon” she said at the other end of the call. “What?!” Omarion nearly shouted. She did not even wait for his response. She ended the call. It was not a surprise anyways, when she called a few times, it was always bad news. Often, Madam Louisiana was the recipient of her calls. Not until lately when she decided to call him directly. She would o straight to the point without asking how he was doing, his health, how he was coping with business and all those stuff a mother was suppose