One Hustler's World

by Nikita Stewart

  “The laptop you had."

  “I made her show me. I couldn't believe that it was you with those women. I stormed back into my office and fell apart. I was so devastated, I couldn't watch it, let alone pay attention to the time-stamp in the lower right corner."

  “Obviously, you finally realized what I was trying to tell you. So, what made you finish watching the video?”

  “I had to know what was so damn special you left me out there like that." A whimpering Angel explained. "After I stopped crying and thought about it, I realized the video was made after our first time having sex, but before we became a couple. You a damn freak for making it, but you could because I kept refusing our relationship."

  KT took her deeper into his embrace and squeezed her with renewed admiration, desire, forgiveness. Relishing her enchanted wince, he bit her nose. "So, you don't want all that money?"

  "Not if l can't have you too."

  “Am I still single?"

  Angel smooched his mouth. "Baby, please forgive me. I swear, I didn't mean what I said about wishing I laid you down. It’s just... I wanted you to hurt like I was hurting."

  “That'll never excuse what you said." KT wiped a lone tear from his cheek. “I came in here thinking you were already gone.”

  “Let me make it up to you."

  “Believe me, yo ass gone do that. And you can start by serving me whatever that is I'm smelling."

  "Right away, sir." Angel quipped. She was primed to depart, only to be pulled into the dining area. Hoist on top of the tinted glass dining table, she said. "Baby, I know you hungry, so let me get your dinner."

  “Who said I was talking about food?" KT took a seat. "You know the drill... feet on the table, knees bent, legs spread."

  Angel obeyed. She glowed from his astonishment of her redecorated womanhood. "Like what I did to it?"

  KT kissed her slim, light caramel womanly folds. His thumb coursing along her expertly trimmed, K-designed pubic hairs, he asked. “How long did this take?"

  "An hour or so... I wanted KT, but I messed up on the T, so it had to go.”

  He licked her inner thighs. He suckled her womanly folds to moisture.

  Angel purred. “Mmm baby, I wanna feed you.”

  His index finger teasing her euphoric entrance, KT was met by her familiar ripe nectar. He smooched her clitoris. "Beautiful, you been playing with my pussy?"

  “How you know?”

  “You taste like an orgasm."

  “I thought you love how I taste."

  “When I make you cum.'' KT removed his silk shirt. He tossed both cash cluttered, jumbo Ziplock bags Dynamo gave him next to the coffee table. He settled back between her thighs. "Let that be the last time you masturbate unless I'm watching."

  "Yes, Daddy."

  KT delved mouth first upon Angel’s honeypot. He eased his right index finger inside her. His come-hither upstroke caressing her G-spot, he hungrily suckled upon her G-spot.

  Angel’s back arched, hips raised, and head flung back, her thighs trembled against his head. Gripping the table edge, she cried. "Ooooh, baby... I love you so much."

  KT, licking her clean orally, accepted her most intense climax to date. "If I could bottle yo cum, I'll be mega-rich." He stood between her outstretched legs. Marveling the orgasm awash, sheer teddy adorns, light caramel majestic imprisoned atop the table, he kissed her nose. He licked her mouth then suckled her bottom lip. "Now, you may serve your king."

  Angel pouted. "Don't you have something to say to me?"

  "I just said it." He helped her from the table. Holding firm against her soaring impatience, KT directed her gaze towards the kitchen. He smacked her on her backside then took a seat at the table.

  Angel stormed off. Minutes later, she angrily placed a plate of chicken lasagna in front of him. "Your meal, sire." Pulled into sitting across his lap, she snapped. "Go ahead and eat."

  "Then get to feeding me." He snatched the fork from her. "Use your hands. And you better not enjoy my hand action." KT fondled her womanhood.

  Angel, conceding to his authority, handfed her king. All the while fighting against the magnificence of his index and middle fingers delving her womanhood, caressing her G-spot. Next, she set flame to a modified cigarillo. She was ordered to hold it between his lips. She watched KT slowly inhale blueberry Kush cannabis smoke.

  Angel was ordered to retrieve a bottle of Remy Martin and a single shot-glass. Instructions given, she eyed KT unbelievingly. "Baby, you weird for even suggesting something so bizarre."

  “Save the comments and do as your king says."

  As ordered, Angel took a shot of cognac. Pulled into his kiss, she transferred the liquor to his mouth. "How many times do I have to do this?"

  “Until I say otherwise.” KT held up his refilled shot-glass. "Don't forget, you brought this on yourself by overreacting."

  After the seventh shot, Angel was ordered upstairs into their master bedroom. The dim lighting and Vivian Green's soft neo-soul added to the sensuality. KT disrobe down to his boxers. Seated on the edge of the bed, he studied Angel. Her hips swirling, she swayed to the melody while slowly fondling her 34C, sheer teddy confined mounds.

  Angel stepping between his outstretched legs, dipped it low. Upon her slow ascent, she turned around. Her back arched, giving him a sneak preview of her exposed, plump buttock, she purred. "All this belongs to you, baby."

  KT asked. "You ever thought about stripping?"

  “Only for you."

  “Good answer. Now tell me... you ready to make up for what you did to me?"

  "I thought that's what I was doing." Angel spun around and licked his mouth. She hoists the front of her teddy. Swaying her womanhood tauntingly, she purred.

  KT, thwarting her kiss attempt, pressed her against the wall. His stern glare obliterating her uncertainty, he ordered her to assume the position.

  "You wanna frisk me, baby?" Angle’s lips overtaken by his, she kissed with the passion & sensuality deserving of reunited soulmates. She marveled at the way his engorged manhood struggled to escape its silk boxer prison. "I wanna have this."

  “Beautiful, assume the position. Don't make me ask again."

  Angel put her hands against the wall. Her legs spread, she purred from his large, strong hands coursing along her body.

  KT kneeled. Spreading her butt-cheeks, he was greeted by her natural warmth. His index fingertip toyed with her anus. He suckled upon Angel’s buttocks until two hickies emerged. KT smooched both hickies then smacked her on her backside. "Just marking my territory."

  “Baby, please stop teas__" Angel was snatched into his arms and tossed on the bed. Awed by his displayed strength, she said. "I thought you were supposed__."

  "Did I say you could speak?" KT rudely interrupted her. He collapsed his boxers. "Since you can't keep quiet, put them lips to work."

  Angel, seated at the mattress edge, marveled the way his stout, mushroomed helmet longed for her mere touch. Sampling his pre-cum, she eagerly took him into her mouth. Her jaws were stuffed with his dark chocolate shaft. Saliva trickling along her sensual slurp, she bobbed in unison with his rhythmic hip sway.

  KT raised her chin. Taken by the perfection of her daisy green eyes, leering his nakedness and her light caramel lips locked upon his dark shaft. "Beautiful, you so beautiful."

  Angel laid in the middle of the bed. “Baby, please give it to me.”

  He climbed between her thighs. Extending her arms, he froze her with his stern glare. “You better not move." He tore the sheer teddy from her flesh. "Open your mouth, I dare you."

  Angel’s existence screaming to be devoured kept quiet.

  “Spread your lips so you can watch me go inside you."

  She spread her womanly folds. Together, they marveled at KT’s stoned masculinity squeezing into her orgasm damp womanhood. The excellence of her snug, light caramel folds tugging along his thickness captivated them both.

  KT, massaging the back of her head, peered into the windows t
o her soul. "I'm sorry for calling you a bitch earlier."

  “I'm sorry I acted like one."

  “Did I say you could speak?"

  Again, Angel fell silent.

  He removed a lone tear from her cheek. "Put them long, sexy legs on my shoulders."

  Angel placed herself within a full-mounted buck. Watching KT once again delve into her femininity, she was taken by his sensual, G-spot caressing stroke. Purring into his deep kiss, she surrendered her existence to his.

  KT, in recognition of surrender, withdrew himself then said. "You better not." Her primed protest adverted, he laid on his back.

  Angel straddled him cowgirl style. Squeezing his pectoral muscles, she constricted her orgasm-soaked vagina muscles. The scented air was filled with animalistic moans & groans. Her rhythmic sway morphed into a primal bounce.

  KT, warding off an imminent eruption, pulled her down to him. Suckling her breasts, he unleashed a nibble/suckle blend. "Beautiful, promise you'll never leave me."

  "Baby, I won't... I swear!" Angel pledged into eternity. Trapped on top of his fierce upstroke, she cried out. "Ooooh gawd, baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

  His pelvis soaked by her explosive orgasm, KT rolled her over. As one, they marveled at her orgasm nectar trickling along his slow delving manhood. He used his left index & middle fingers to procure some of her nectar. He fed her some of it. "Taste good, right?"

  Angel returned the gesture. "I've never done anything so freaky before."

  “What does that tells your pretty self?"

  "I'll do anything for you."

  "How about being an Angel until..." KT challenged her then flipped her onto her stomach. Slowly stroking his orgasm slick manhood, he said. "Bring that pussy to Daddy."

  Angel, on her knees and elbows, with her face pressed against the mattress, arched her back. Her buttocks high, she was willfully taken from behind. The clash of his pelvis smacking against her buttocks filled the room. Gripping the intercourse-soiled sheets tighter with his every deep plunge, she collapsed to her stomach, only to be completely mounted.

  Entomb by his aggressive long-stroke devouring her femininity, Angel wailed. "Baby... baby, you so fucking hard!" Her head snatched back, her mouth was conquered by his powerful kiss. Weeping into the climatic unknown, she cherished his fully embedded manhood unleashing several powerful bursts of semen deep inside of her orgasming femininity.

  Exhausted, KT rolled onto his back then led her into his arms.

  Her head on his chest, Angel, was soothed by the tenderness of him lightly stroking her intercourse-soiled hair. "Did I make up for what I did earlier?"

  “Not yet."

  "Baby, stop playing. I made amends."

  “Your overreacting almost destroyed us. So, you made amends when I say you made amends." KT raised her chin. Again, peering into the windows to her soul, he said. "Candace told me about Sea Breeze. And before you ask, she didn't tell me anything. That's why I'm asking you."

  Angel turned away from his warm, accepting gaze. "Baby, please try to understand. I know how Sea Breeze thinks. His arrogance and big trick bill why he was so easy to find... but I did kiss him. Well, I let him kiss me. Just to loosen him up, I swear."

  “I figured as much when Candace spoke about dude." KT affirmed.

  “I don't understand."

  "Me and Dynamo stayed outside club Allure watching his Infiniti. You didn't do anything outside, probably because you knew I was in the area. So, whatever you could've done with Sea Breeze, you did inside the club. So, I figured yawl at least kissed. But I was scared to ask if anything above that happened." KT kissed her forehead. "When I agreed to let you and Candace look for Sea Breeze, I never considered what might go down between yawl."

  “You not upset or think some kind of way about me?"

  “It’s over and done with. But you can forget about setting anybody else up. My heart can't take it."

  “Your heart?"

  “Oh, I never did tell you..." KT, pleased by Angel’s anxious anticipation, said. "I love you, Ms. Angel Anita Davis. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you. I really knew it when you had that gun of yours aimed at me. Any other time, I would've been pissed-off or scared. With you, all I felt was my heart being ripped to shreds. That's when I knew."

  Angel straddled his pelvis. Relishing his resurgent manhood pulsing beneath her semen-flooded womanhood, she slowly straddled him, cowgirl. Her existence conjoined with KT’s; she held his hands against the mattress and suckled his mouth. Her snug loins clamped upon his thickness. She unleashed upon him an angled sway. "Is this what you love?"

  KT groaned euphorically. "No doubt."

  Lost within the excellence of their fully conjoined existence, both succumb to another simultaneous orgasm.

  Angel was happily imprisoned on top of his nakedness. She gnawed his chin. Treasuring his playful wince, she jeered. “That's for making me say I love you first. And for making that damn video with all those women. Some of that stuff... whoa. That redhead girl blindfolded and handcuffed to the headboard, I know she couldn't tell which way was up.”

  KT chuckled. “For somebody who couldn't watch it all, you sure do act like you wouldn't mind being reeducated."

  “Who were those women?"

  “Sure, you really wanna know?"

  Befuddled, Angel replied. "Only if you feel like telling me. If not, it’s okay."

  “The hell if it is. We both know if l don't yo sexy ass going Inspector Gadget on me." KT accepted her guilty as charged smirk. "The tall brown skin shorty is Yolanda. The blonde, that's Honey. The redhead is Maxine. She was acting up, so Yolanda felt she needed to be re-educated."

  “You always help?"

  "Afraid not. They belong to Yolanda."

  “She a pimp, and they her prostitutes." Angel asked & answered.

  “Nawh, Yolanda, the alpha female. The women in her life follow her lead. But I've never seen any of her women turn a trick. They might boost or use sex to find out some info on somebody, pull some credit scams, that's about it." KT smooched Angel’s mouth. "Do you think my sex game vicious?"

  “You know the answer to that."

  “What if I told you Yolanda, the one who taught me?"

  An astonished Angel leaped into the seated position atop his pelvis. "Say that again."

  “Yolanda six, seven years older than me. She comes from a long line of sex therapists on all levels, from pimps and whores to PHDs. We have been friends since I was around fourteen. At fifteen, I guess she got tired of my young ass always chasing her, so she took me to bed. Or to school, depending on how you look at it."

  “What did she teach you exactly?"

  “Long story short, how to always place your sexy ass orgasm above my own. To believe it’s an honor for any woman to be with me."

  Angel’s squinted eyes scorching his conceited smirk, she surmised. "So, I better realize it’s an honor to be with you."

  “You better not be tripping when you reap the benefits."

  “You still friends with her?"

  “Good friends. Great friends." KT corrected himself. A familiar ringtone chimed from his pile of discarded clothing. "Beautiful, grab my phone."

  Angel gave it to him.

  KT, privy to her being transfixed on his every word, spoke into his phone. The one-minute conversation concluded, he hung up and said. "That was her."

  "So, you meeting her someplace?"

  “Judging by that look you giving me, WE meeting her someplace." KT tossed an Angel back onto the bed.

  Angel was forced onto her knees & elbows. She tensed from being aggressively taken from behind. Her already semen flooded womanhood, surrendering to his slowly intensified long-stroke, she cried. "Baby, you wearing me out!"

  "You thought making up for what you did would be quick and easy."

  "Mmm... baby, please, I made amends. You just greedy."

  "You have no idea how greedy I can be." KT was taken by her plump, light caramel butt-cheeks dancing
along his pelvis, impacting stroke. He cherished the enchanted wail of an Angel serenading his domination of her feminine existence.

  Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in a light so dim

  he would not have chosen a suit by it

  -Maurice Chevalier 1888-1972

  CHAPTER 14

  Business you know may bring money,

  but friendship hardly ever does

  -Jane Austen 1775-1817

  Fox Hall Quarters

  East Princess Anne Road

  Norfolk, Va.

  8:45 pm later same night

  KT drove his Oldsmobile Ciera into the Fox Hall Quarters apartment parking lot. He parked beside an unfamiliar, crème Lincoln Navigator. Angel, helped from the passenger seat, relish the chilly night breeze against her skin. Pressed against the sedan, she pried his hands from her body. "B.O.B... business over broads."

  KT froze her with the seriousness of his fiery glare. "Don't ever let me hear you call yourself a broad, bitch, or anything else. My shorty nowhere close."

  "Baby, I was just playing. And for your information, I'm your woman, not your shorty. Work on that." She took his hand. “Now, let's be about the business.”

  They walked through the apartment building hallway door. Ascended the carpeted stairs, muffled, strangely familiar moans pierce the wall plaster. Angel stepped back and said. "Baby, let's come back later."

  KT waved off the suggestion. "I need to get something from inside. We here, plus I'm trying to be nosey." Instead of using his key, he elected to knock on the door.

  Hasty movement comes from within as a husky voice yelled. "Who that?"

  "It’s me, ace."

  Two minutes later, the door was opened from within. KT, met by the waft of tart cannabis smoke & intercourse enthuse humidity ushered Angel into the marijuana establishment. She greeted the beach towel-wrapped beauty sitting on the sofa. "Hey Candace, I see you two at it again."

  "Dy can't stay out of this bomb peach cobbler."

  The women hugged.

  Angel greeted the half-naked, boxer short adorn Dynamo. "Don't hurt my girl too bad."

  "Since you here, I might crack her spine."