My Business Ch. 02

I smiled.

"If yer' gonnae' live in a place, make it liveable. That's what my aunt told me."

Aisha turned to me.

"Your aunt? Not your mom?"

I sighed.

"My maw' was never there for me, I didnae' even know who my father was. My maw' was Heroin junkie, sold everything we had in the hoose'. Then she tried to sell my sister to a registered rapist, she was eighteen at the time. Gave the sick fuck the time, an' place to grab her on her way to college. She had even promised the wee fuck tae' claim he were with her the whole time he would have taken to rape her an' even try to convince my sister no' to press charges against him. She was living with my aunt an' uncle at the time, with me and my other two sisters. I'm the only boy. When that happened, I made ma' maw' flee the city. She stood to make £200 for that information, but her dealer was going to take £100 back in unpaid drug debts to him. She was gonnae' sell my sister to a registered nonce, for a measly £100. Her own flesh an' blood, her daughter. I told her in simple terms, leave the fucking city an' never come back or I'd kill her meself' and she chose wisely."

Aisha was surprised, shocked even looking at me.

"My sisters an' me lived wae' my aunt an' uncle. The same uncle who sent me doon' here for my own safety. They couldnae' have kids, so they took us all on as our parents. Put my sisters through an' education, but I didnae' want that. I grew up on the streets, so my uncle brought me into the fold of his business. Good compromise, its no' like he didnae' try to convince me tae' go back tae' school. He did try, but I wasnae' interested in that."

Aisha was flustered, her warm cheeks flushed.

"I never knew."

I grunted, and sat down on the couch as she stood.

"I didnae' tell many people aboot' it. It's a secret, some could take advantage of against me. Ma' aunt an' uncle know that tae' and don't tell anyone."

Aisha nodded.

"My mother and father died when I was young, drug overdoses when the Heroin hit the country like it did in Glasgow for you. But I was so young, and Marcus was already a grown man when they died. He's the only guardian I've ever known, and he has never done anything to hurt me. He's put me through schooling, college and such even when I barely left with basic qualifications."

I laughed.

"You're lucky, I didnae' even leave school wae' qualifications. I didnae' even show for ma' exams. I think the day ma' exams were held, I was selling dope on the street corner. Ma' uncle went ape shit when he found oot' but calmed doon' when I made it clear in all honesty, I wasnae' interested in a legitimate life. I didnae' have the focus to study, or take exams. Waste of time tae' even be in school, so he realised that maybe I was better suited tae' the family business. My uncle is my maw's brother, he tried his best to keep her away from the drugs but she wasnae' interested in listening tae' him. It's worse, when you're the one selling it an' distributing it on the streets and your own sister is buying the shit. He told me once, that when ma' maw' got hooked on the brown he tried to get her tae' go cold turkey. It didnae' work. She sold ma' Playstation One, ma' uncle bought me. Then disappeared for a few days wae' the money, shooting the shit intae' her veins. Then came crawling back tae' my uncle for money."

Aisha's smile was gone, my waste of a life story had depressed her.

"Marcus always made sure I was cared for, I never had to ask for nothing really."

I nodded.

"A good man, like ma' uncle in many ways. But there were only so many ways ma' uncle could help me. I fucked up many a time, and he'd come an' bail me oot' of the Police station."

Aisha nodded, and sat down next to me on the sofa.

I noticed her legs were clad in nylon.

"Did you ever forgive your mother for what she tried to do?"

I grimaced.

"Never, I'll never forgive her for what she tried to dae' wae' my sister. Nae' fucking chance of that."

Aisha took my hand and squeezed it, as I stared off at the wall for a few moments.

"I never knew how bad it was for you."

I nodded.

"Doesnae' matter, ma' life up there is over. Noo' all that matters tae' me is you, and here."

Aisha smiled, and leaned down and kissed my lips.

"I brought my bag with me, so I could stay a few days with you. If you want me to I mean."

I smiled.

"Stay forever Aisha, you're mine."

She looked down at my bulge in my shorts and up at me.

"Open my coat, James."

I slid my hand over to her buttons and undid them.

Slowly her coat opened, and as it parted open saw the shining of what looked elastic on her body.

It was PVC, or made of the material.

The buttons came undone more, and with the whole coat open now I saw she was wearing a figure-hugging PVC top, and what looked to be a matching pencil skirt.

The skirt was bright purple, and the top was black in colour.

"Mary fucking Joseph."

I gasped.

Aisha giggled.

"I went shopping a few days ago, saw this outfit in an Ann Summers shop. I thought of you, and knew you'd like it so I bought it."

She slowly pushed her coat down onto the sofa behind her.

"I dae' love it."

The PVC material shone in front of me, her big breasts pressed inside the elastic material.

"Stand for me."

I told her, and she slid from the couch now wearing only the PVC outfit.

In front of me I saw her in all of her glory, the curves she possessed squeezed into the skirt, and top.

She wore black PVC ankle boots, and what looked to be black fishnets.

"Do you want to spend the whole day staring at me, or are you gonna take me to bed?"

Aisha asked winking.

"How aboot' right here."

I said standing with a tent in my shorts, big enough to knock over a glass of water if it were in my way.

"Whoa easy there tiger!"

Aisha said gasping, looking at me in surprise.

"I want to tease you first, dance in front of you and drive you crazy with lust for me first before we get down to fucking. Come on, bedroom lover."

I smiled and as we left the lounge, she picked up her bag that she brought with her.

In my bedroom where the bed that was once just a mattress had clean sheets, a duvet and pillows.

She pushed me onto it, and I landed on my back as I looked up at her in her PVC outfit.

"I kinda went overboard at the Ann Summers shop."

At that she opened her bag, and took out a few items.

Placing them on the nearby table, I saw one was a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, and a black silk blindfold.

"For you, to use on me if you want babe."

She said grinning as she placed them on the table for me to see.

"A war is being fought outside this flat, but we don't have to spend every moment of it in the thick of it. I mean that for you, you're a soldier but I don't want you to get hurt."

The sexual moment was still alive, but I felt that Aisha had more to say to me.

"You're worried aboot' me ain't yer'?"

I asked her.

She slowly turned to me, and looked as if she was wiping something from her eyes.

"I just don't want you to turn up dead, or Marcus tells me that they got you. Those fucking Turks."

I saw how upset she was thinking about this war between us and the Turks, if it came to one.

There was already a war between her brother's gang, and the Mahmood's crew over the attack against her and the struggle to keep control of the drug trade in West London.

This war alone would end up in bodies, and a few of them if Marcus paid the Russians to do the dirty work.

But that was not the war Aisha was referring to, it was the possible war between the Turkish Drug gang and Terry's organisation.

That could end up in bodies, of me, Terry and even Danny if it came to it.

"Hey, Aisha. I'm no' gonnae' drop dead, no' withoot' a fight I swear it. If those Turk bastards want me, then they'll have tae' come at me tooled up for a fight. I'm no' leaving you, I promise."

Aisha didn't look at me as I spoke, staring at the wall and wiping her eyes.

"Come here."

I said gently pulling her limp arm towards me, and she gently fell onto my lap as I sat up.

"I get you, and there's a chance I won't have you for long."

It was a whisper, but emotion was raw in her words.

"I've survived more than I should have in ma' life. I am still here, an' am no' gonnae' lay down an' let them dae' me in withoot' a fight Aisha."

Asiah was so frail in my lap, so beautiful yet she was fighting to control her emotion as she rubbed her delicate hands.

"I know the risks, Marcus being my brother I never knew if one day he would get popped and I'd lose my only brother. But this is a different kind of love, I've never felt for any man and yet the risks are as big as they were with my brother."

Aisha took my hand and cupped it to her face, and closed her eyes.

"I don't want to lose you James."

The tears were there, my fingers moist from her cheeks.

"You're no' gonnae' lose me Aisha, I'm here an' and I'm staying."

Aisha smiled, kissing my hand to her cheek.

"God you drive me mad with worry you do, yet I can't stop loving you."

I gently turned Aisha's face, noticing now how beautiful this woman was.

It wasn't simply sexy, or hot but a pure beauty.

A beauty I had searched for my whole life in Scotland, but only ever saw a chance of in a black woman or an ebony lady.

This was a passion I had never felt for Caucasian woman, or any other type of woman.

Being in Scotland, my choice of woman was vague since it was all Caucasian woman in the city of Glasgow.

Her eyes twinkled with passion, with fire.

Her beautiful dark skin made me shake holding her.

"Don't ever leave me, James. Not for this war, not for another woman because I can't love another man like I love you. I just can't. I think about losing you, and it pains me the same way it pains me to think of my brother dying out in those streets."

I turned her to face me, her eyes still closed and saw the dark purple eye shadow and lip-gloss she wore.

I leaned in and planted a firm, moist kiss on those very lips.

At first her lips quivered, but she soon kissed me back turning her body to face me and dangling her legs either side of my own sat in my lap.

The kissing intensified, as my hands ran down her back making Aisha shiver and moan as my hands stopped on her hips.

Her hand went to my head and held my tightly.

Her eyes opened staring into mine.

"I love you James, I really do."

Aisha kissed me hard, sliding her warm tongue into my mouth as she rocked on my lap.

"I love yer' so much Aisha."

She grinned and kissed me harder, pouncing on my lips with her own.

My cock was between us, fighting to be free of those shorts I wore.

"I'm wet."

Aisha moaned pressing against me.

"I'm hard, for yer' wet hole."

She giggled, kissing me.

"Do me, anything you want. Handcuff me, ride me. Blindfold me so I don't see that big cock of yours coming my way."

I was shaking, at the idea of full control over this beautiful woman who loved me and I loved in return.

I reached over to the table, and picked up the blindfold.

"Close yer' eyes."

Aisha slowly closed her eyes in a very submissive, sexual way.

I slid the black, silk blindfold over her head and across her eyes blinding her sight.

The moment the blindfold covered her eyes, and took away her sight she shivered.

I was taking control of her, taking away her ability to see me and my cock.

Next was to take away her ability of movement, with her hands.

I picked up the fluffy pink handcuffs, and took her slender wrists and behind her back locked them into place in the handcuffs, essentially binding her.

She couldn't move her arms, or wrists and was now also blind.

She was as submissive of a sex-slave as a woman could be, like in those BDSM videos on the internet.

I laughed gently.

"Where did yer' get this idea from?"

I asked her holding her hips now.

"From that film Fifty Shades of Grey, I felt like I loved you enough to try this idea out from the film."

She told me blindfolded, giggling as she was bound and blindfolded in my lap.

"How did yer' know I would be up for this?"

I asked pulling her across my lap so my bulge was pressed into her and myself.

"I just knew you'd want to try it, you're the type of guy. To want to control me, dominate me and my body for sex. I'm kinky for the right guy, and you are that guy."

It was so unnerving to hear her speaking, watching her speak blindfolded and bound in her outfit sat in my lap.

"Jesus."

I said with a laugh.

"Jesus is the right word, I've never in my life done this for a man before James. You have to understand how much I love you, to do this even after just a month of knowing you."

I nodded to myself, it was all true.

"So this means like I can dae' whatever I want tae' you, your body."

Aisha giggled, but I felt her shaking in my arms.

"Pretty much, in the film the guy really does do a lot to the girl when she's like this."

I grinned, snaking my hands around to clasp her big firm ass in my hands and the rubbery PVC skirt she wore.

"Oh really, so what does he dae' tae' her?"

I asked intrigued, having not seen the film yet.

"Spanks her, fucks her. He never makes her suck his cock in the film, but I'm sure he does do that to her in the books."

I smiled, a gang war was brewing and here I was alone with the most beautiful woman I had ever been with in my life, bound and blindfolded.

It was sort of strange, like an unexpected turn of events to have such control over Aisha in the midst of this war.

"Yer' want me to control you, your body. Decide which holes ma' cock goes into huh?"

I asked as I felt Aisha grind, rolling her hips and ass in my lap.

"Yes."

It as a purr she spoke in, and my cock felt close to snapping in two from this pleasure I was feeling.

"Then that's wat' yer' gonnae' get hen."

I said and stood from the bed with her in two, pressed against me as she didn't know what way to turn or stand.

I held her and inspected her body, and her outfit.

I leaned in and kissed her exposed neck, breathing from my nose onto her warm skin making her convulse from the sensation, and not knowing where I was physically.

I turned her to face away from me, and her back to me.

I pushed my bulge into her bound hands, and it was like a tent being clasped between her slender fingers.

They tightened and closed around my bulge, and stroked my cock through my shorts.

"It's so fucking thick and big."

I smiled at her wry comment.

"Take it oot' Aisha."

I told her, as I kissed her neck and earlobes.

"If you keep that up, I won't be able to get a hold of this cock with shaking hands."

Aisha said in a purr.

"Try baby, for me."

She was shaking, shivering as her fingers found the waistband of my shorts.

They were loose, and were easy to push down.

Slowly they came down with her nimble fingers, and down over my cock which sprang out between her bound hands.

All the while I was kissing, and licking her neck breathing heavily as I always did when I was aroused.

"God give me fucking strength."

She whispered closing her fingers around my naked, erect cock and began to stroke it up and down from the base to the end.

She turned her head sideways from my kisses, to gasp.

"God it's so fucking big."

I smiled, and found the zip on the back of her tight, constricting PVC skirt which was clinging to her skin.

"Strip me down, I'm yours James."

I pulled the zip down, to see as the skirt opened up that she was wearing fishnet tights from the waistband of them around her waist.

She wore no underwear of any kind beneath her fishnets, she was naked other than them.

Her moist, tight pussy had a slight bush around it and it was staring me in the face as I yanked down the skirt with difficultly down her firm thighs down to her feet, and slipped it off to throw aside.

I took hold of the fishnets around her buttocks, and with my hands tore them to expose her firm, dark ass cheeks and her pussy.

I slid down onto my knees behind her, with her ass in my face and leaned forwards to kiss each cheek once, and then twice.

"Have you dreamt of me like this, James?"

I gasped, kissing her ass crack and licking her slit from behind her.

"Every minute of every fucking day Aisha, I cannae' control my thoughts aboot' you."

Aisha giggled.

I helped her sit on the bed, at it's edge and stood in front of her with my cock level with her face.

"Open wide."

Aisha instinctively on my words opened her mouth wide, as wide as she could do so and I plunged my cock inside.

"Suck it."

I said caressing her hair behind her head into my hand, and gripped it as she sucked my cock.

Blindfolded, she was a beauty to watch sucking my cock completely in my control.

"Yer' dress like a whore, you'll be ma' whore and woman."

Aisha moaned, gagging on my cock as if my words intensified her resolve.

"All der' way doon' tae' my fucking balls."

Slowly, while gagging and jerking she forced her mouth down on my cock and took the whole thing in her throat.

My hands slipped down and pulled her big, firm breasts free of her PVC top to hang out, and saw her dark brown nipples were erect and hard.

"Suck it."

I snapped, pushing Aisha down by her head onto my cock once more making her wretch, and gag.

"God I'm choking on this big fucking cock of yours."

She growled, the moment I took a chance to plop my cock from her mouth before ramming it back home.

"Aye an' its right back in your mooth'."

I grunted back holding her head.

I fucked her mouth for a solid five minutes, the only noise in the bedroom was her gasps, moans, grunts and gagging.

I pushed Aisha down onto her back on the bed.

I pressed my cock-head to Aisha's pussy, and slammed inside of her making her scream.

The whole room echoed with her scream, but it subsided as I began to slam into her making her big black tits swing.

"Fuck Aisha yer' feel good, and wet aroond' my cock."

Aisha laughed, but began to pant and grunt as I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb as I fucked her.

"Oh no, stop I am going to cum if you keep fucking touching me there!"

I leaned down, an inch from her ear and grunted.

"Cum for me Aisha, all over ma' cock. Cus' I am gonnae' cum in you, and stick yer' wae' my child. My woman, and ma' wee boy or girl."

"Oh fuck!"

Aisha screamed, and she suddenly exploded around my cock and the bed with her liquid juices.

Her mouth was wide open in a soundless scream, and slowly she shivered and convulsed with me still inside her.

I couldn't last long seeing my woman cum in pleasure, and I exploded soon after depositing my load inside her womb.

We lay together, and I uncuffed her wrists and gently removed the blindfold from her eyes.

They were glazed, but her sight returned quickly and she kissed me as we lay under the bed sheets together.

We lay together for an hour, and Aisha was sleeping soundly away at my side.

It was barely an hour or two we lay together, when my mobile phone given to me by Terry rang at my side.

I picked it up and answered the call from Terry.

"Aye, Terry?"

I spoke low in order to not wake Aisha.

"James, fuck it. We've been hit by them fucking Turks. Noow' you get doon' to our man wae' the tools, you know who and arm up. Carry a simple shooter, nothing special. They're coming at us now, it's no' longer aboot' Marcus and the Southall crew. This is between us an' Rezzar's firm."

I sighed, wiping my face of some sweat.

"What the fuck happened?"

Terry sighed, not happy about these sort of questions on the phone.

"They came at us, nae' more to it than that. Yer' know what's coming, so go and see our man in the morning. I'll call yer' when I need tae' meet."

And that was it, Terry ended the call and the line was dead.