The Sultan and the Beggar pt. 3

The sheets were a crumpled jigsaw puzzle of copper and flesh; her hair was suspended above her head in a free fall. The bed came to life, breathing in new air pulling, twisting, and stretching as Danielle rose, alone. Wrapping the sheets around her in a goddess toga, Danielle walked around the room, peaked into the master bathroom, and started for the hallway when the door swung open. It was Benjamin.

                "Ms. Danielle, David had an emergency meeting he had to attend to this morning. He asked me to wash your clothes, I'm certain you have another outfit in th-"

                 "Bullshit" Danielle was glaring at him with her scrutinizing eyes, he was lying, she could tell.  "As his personal assistant I would know immediately if there was a need for an emergency meeting."

                He swallowed, he was hiding something. "That man last night, was not David was he?” Her eyes interrogated him.

                Benjamin took a step back, grabbing the door handle for stability his arm was shaking.

                “When Margaret insisted that she be let in to retrieve a few personal affects I was curious as to how he would handle the situation.  I had assumed that he would welcome her back in his home and be begging her to not divorce him.  But that man last night wasn’t confused, he wasn’t even attracted to her.. Then, what he said, to me….Who is he Ben?" Danielle demanded.

                Benjamin sighed and looked down.  "Yes, ma'm. The man you bed last night was indeed not David. His name is Christopher and he works in the mailroom."

"Did he have surgery? Is he in on it?" She interrogated.

"No madam, Christopher has no idea in fact he may believe it was all a dream by now, at least when he finally wakes up."

"You drugged him?" She raised an eyebrow, "Benjamin I didn't think you had the strength."

Benjamin straightened himself and stood erect, I may be older than Master David but when I was younger I was not so weak or idle.

       "I bet," Danielle looked Benjamin in the eyes and licked her lips.  Lifting her arms up slightly Danielle allowed the sheets to fall down the sides of her round hips. She watched as Benjamin's took in the sight of her naked body. Danielle placed her hands on his chest, moving them up and down his torso. "My my, it seems you ARE keeping yourself fit, let's see if you are just as virile down below." Her hands moved down to his pants and began unbuckling.

     "Ms. Danielle, please this is most inappropriate." 

Danielle moved quickly, "I have a plan that you are going to help with and this is going to be my insurance that it doesn't fail." Soon his member was extended out from beneath his boxers with Danielle’s mouth coursing up and down the shaft.

It was a dream, all a dream, No, A hallucination. Christopher had felt like crying still, but the grogginess his head had felt when he woke up kept him from having the motor skills to produce tears, or so it felt. Now he felt like killing himself, he was too depressed to cry. It was all there, he felt it. It was all real. He was successful he had a huge mansion with a butler and could go do anything he wanted regardless of price. Ok so sure he had a horrible ex-wife but from her looks she seemed like a gold digger anyways so at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel. No, not a light it was a halo. A halo that was resting on the head of an angel named Danielle. Christopher swore he could still feel the pressure of her body against his if he hadn't felt so damn groggy. He closed his eyes hoping that if he could concentrate enough he could still smell her perfume, not the beautiful scented one she bought at Dillard’s but the one she made herself between her legs when he licked the soft tissue of her folds. The aroma encased his senses bringing his member stiff again. Reaching around to grab it he intended to make love to her memory even if she was only a dream. His breath shortened, he could hear her breathing heavily in his ear and pretended she was bouncing on him squeezing him with her full hips. “If you’d like I can help with that, I’m awake now” whispered a soft voice. 

                Christopher’s eyes flew open, turning his head to the woman next to him and began yelling. Her face went from a seductive smile to concern, “dear, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?”  Standing up he smacked himself in the face.  “You’re real, you’re real”

                “Yes, yes of course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?” Danielle replied.

                “N-No, yesterday you didn’t exist, yesterday I was in my apartment all day, yesterday I-“  “you drank yourself into a stupor and dreamed you were back in college again.” Danielle finished his sentence. “Come, get back into bed and allow me to remove the stress you’ve been feeling. The visit from your ex-wife took a harder toll on you than you realized.” Christopher’s eyes focused and found himself standing naked next to his bed with the sexy Danielle also nude with her beautiful round derriere in plain sight. Her breasts pressed between her arms as she leaned on the bed. His cock grew hard again. The stupid grin of a teenage boy washed upon his face as he climbed into bed firmly pushing Danielle backwards while she giggled.

                Danielle escorted Christopher to work, assisting him in his meetings, holding conferences and making phone calls. At first Christopher felt like a fish out of water. But when Danielle came over grabbed his butt cheek and squeezed with her devilish smile, all worry drained from him. He was a star; he made decisions about the direction of projects, made important changes to company policy and greeted nearly every employee in his building with a handshake.  Christopher was walking on cloud 9 when he walked into his office for an afternoon coffee, and she walked in. Slamming the door behind her and closing some blinds, his ex wife was still stuck on bitch mode.

                Well?” she looked at him with her arms folded, no longer wearing the fiery red suit she kneed him with, but a beige one instead. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the woman inside the clothes and the scowl on her face.  Christopher cleared his throat; at least by sitting behind his desk his friends were protected.

                “Listen,” he said. ”I can’t explain my actions or justify them but I want you to know I’m willing to work with you on this every step from here on out. I’ve obviously hurt you and I don’t want this war to go on any longer.” He looked her in the eyes; her jaw seemed to be dropping as she was frozen with her ruby lips slightly parted.

                “I see” She placed a hand on one hip, “David I, I just don’t understand you, One day you’re singing praises of getting back together, then you sell off anything that had sentimental value to me, like you’re specifically trying to hurt me and now you’re all apologetic and even respectful. What’s gotten into you?”

              “I’m not sure myself, but I have been told that I’ve been having memory problems, I might even have gotten a case of amnesia” He told her the truth, there was no reason to hold back. 

                “I see.” Her words were thoughtful. “So then you don’t know the reason behind this divorce?”

Christopher nodded, “I can only surmise that I must have really hurt you beyond repair.  I hope that perhaps we can part on amicable ways and start over.” 

                She looked pale. Christopher got up and walked around the desk, helping her to the couch. “Listen Margaret, I understa-“ 

                “Shut up” she demanded, “You have no idea how much trouble you have caused me over these last few years and now you lose your memories and become this perfect stranger with a blank slate? Do you think that’s at all fair?”

                “I’m sorry, if there is anything I can do to help you I will. Listen, Margaret, you are in a lot of pain, There’s got to be something that you are wanting that I could help with, counseling maybe…” she surprised him by laying her head on his shoulder. A muffle came from his shirt. “What?”

                “A child, you imbecile, I want is a child. That’s what this whole divorce is about.” Margaret began to silently cry on his shoulder as he sat in shock. Thinking for a few minutes Christopher stood up and began closing more blinds. Walking over to Margaret he grabbed her shoulders and stood her up. Looking deeply into her eyes he said, “I will give you a child but you must promise me you will keep it a secret and not tell anyone.”

                “But how, you’re-“ ,Margaret paused mid sentence when Christopher placed his finger on her lips.

                “However you knew me before, I want you to pretend that I am another man. Think of me as someone new who isn’t that asshole man you’d been married to for years. I can give you a child and you shall have one. Agreed?”

Margaret nodded her head in agreement. Christopher kissed her. He kissed her passionately and imagined she was Danielle, a smaller petite Danielle but the same woman he was falling in love with. He moved her over to his desk and pulled off her jacket. Kissing down her neck he unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall too. Moving his hands to her chest he grabbed her round breasts, they were small yet full for a woman of her age but having never had kids they were still prepped to reproduce. He slipped one out and placed the nipple squarely in his mouth pinching it between his teeth he heard a squeal. Christopher moved his head next to hers and whispered in a husky tone, “Unless you want to go back on our deal I suggest you keep it quiet, I don’t need the busy ears of my secretary listening to our activities.” She nodded her head and whimpered in agreement.

                Christopher resumed his course by grabbing her ass and pressing his hard cock against her legs. Sliding his hand down her thigh and back up again pulling her skirt up with it he kissed her collarbone up to her neck and behind her ear. He placed his finger to the side of her panty line and slid it inside her, Margaret muffled her groan. Sliding his finger inside made her wetter, she began dripping down his fist when he placed his cock at the mouth of her pussy. Christopher grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside as she enveloped around his stiff member. He thrusted himself as he went all the way in each time. Faster and faster he pumped himself inside making the woman in front of him squeal in whispered tones. Holding off just a few seconds more, Christopher waited until he heard it, the colliding groans letting him know she was coming and let himself go. His semen erupted inside her walls and filled her vagina.