Unspeakable Proposal

by Lee, Brenda Stokes

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I understand your body is probably going through all types of changes and I’m sure you are probably just hormonal… So, I’m going to allow that little grand standing stunt you just pulled in there a while ago to slide this time. But the next time you put my husband’s name in your damn mouth in my presence I am going to slap it out! Don’t let the fucking Prada fool you! I will unleash a back woods, dirty south ass whipping on your fat little ass so quick you won’t even know what or who hit you! So, fuck with me again Quanique and see what happens!” Hope hissed in Quanique’s ear before abruptly leaving.

  Quanique instantly felt the full chill of Hope’s unremitting wrath. The three blind mice could see Hope was fucking pissed to the Nth power. Quanique knew it was time to execute Plan B before she fell prey to Hope’s hatred and contempt.

  CHAPTER 11

  The very next day the ambitious and lovely coed decided to pay an impromptu visit to see her Baby Daddy. Dressed in a sexy form fitting dress with a dangerously low cleavage… No bra… And no panties… Quanique showed up unannounced at John’s law firm. Now her name wasn’t Buck or Chuck but it was pretty obvious she was there to fuck.

  “Hi my name is Quanique Robinson. I was wondering if I could see Mr. John Sabin for the briefest of moments.”

  The receptionist suspiciously eyed Quanique. Her mind screamed, “Hell no Trick!” But her mouth asked, “Do you have an appointment?”

  “No, actually I don’t. I’m a good friend of his from out of town. He told me to look him up when I got to Charlotte. So here I am. I really just wanted to say hello, that’s all.”

  “Well, without an appointment I really can’t help you. I can call his secretary. You can talk to her. I doubt if she can get you in with Mr. Sabin either. He’s the CEO of this firm and he’s an extremely difficult man to see. If it’s a legal matter, I can get you an appointment with one of our paralegals right away. But other than that I won’t be able to help you.”

  “I understand. It’s just that he assured me it wouldn’t be a problem to just stop by and ask for him. You’re right, I’m sure his schedule is just incredibly busy, so I’ll just speak to his secretary like you suggested.”

  “I’m sure you will. Please have a seat over there. I’ll call her.” The receptionist responded as she continued to eye Quanique.

  As fate would dictate, just as she picked up the phone to call John’s secretary, John walked through the lobby. It had been over three months since the last time Quanique saw him, but she recognized his incredible body and handsome face instantly. Dressed in a dark grey, custom tailored, Italian suit, he looked like hot sex walking. Quanique’s pussy immediately began to applaud his fineness.

  “John!” She cried out and quickly walked towards him.

  John heard his name and immediately stopped to see who was calling him.

  “Miss! Please! You can’t just scream in the lobby like that!” The receptionist said as she quickly came from behind her enormous desk to block Quanique’s path to John. “Now please have a seat over there while I try to help you.”

  By this time John had spotted Quanique. “It’s okay Jennifer. I know her… Let her past.”

  The big, burly black woman continued to eye Quanique with suspicion and contempt. She knew Quanique was up to no good, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. A sly, “And what Bitch!” smirk slowly crossed Quanique’s face as she pushed past the gate keeper and ran and jumped into John’s arms.

  “Hey you!” She squealed as she hugged him tighter than tight before softly kissing his lips.

  “Quanique! It’s good to see you! What are you doing here?” John asked shock as he pushed her away to get a good look at her. “Wow you look amazing! So, what are you up to?”

  “I’m good! School’s good! Everything is great! I was around the corner so I thought I’d stop in to say hello! I know you’re probably busy, but do you have a few seconds to chat?”

  “Sure, sure, sure. Give me one second.” John turned to address the receptionist who was still standing there absorbing and recording the entire reunion in her memory bank. “Jennifer! Get Sharon on the phone for me and tell her I’m in the building, but I’m going to be delayed. Ask her to push back my next meeting for me. I’m going to need about fifteen minutes.”

  Jennifer looked at Quanique and rolled her eyes before turning her focus back to her boss. “Anything you say Mr. Sabin.”

  “Thanks. Come with me Quanique. I’ll find somewhere we can sit down and talk.”

  “Okay!” Quanique beamed.

  John led Quanique along a long corridor and into a small deserted office without a window. The second the door closed behind them Quanique made sure the door was locked. John’s eyes widened as the beautiful temptress pulled her dress off and allowed it to fall in a heap around her feet.

  “Oh my D-A-Y-U-M!” John breathed before all the air vacated his lungs in one big sigh, leaving him speechless. “F-U-C-K M-E!” He unconscious hissed. It was not a command but more of an observation he was officially fucked.

  Quanique snickered. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

  Immediately dropping to her knees before him, she unzipped John’s pants and unleashed his rapidly expanding manhood. Grasping it firmly in her hands she squeezed it hard and watched John’s reaction as she jerked it to a full twenty one gun salute.

  “Ah fuck! Quanique, I don’t think we should be…”

  Quanique ignored his whimpering and shoved his dick in her warm mouth instantly silencing his apprehension. Now, John’s dick wasn’t named Chuck or Buck, but just like Quanique it was ready to fuck! John’s little head immediately led a mutiny and took control of his body. Shutting his brain completely down, John’s dick commanded his body to face fuck the hell out of Quanique’s horny ass.

  John instantly grabbed a fist full of her long weave and pulled her head closer. Plunging himself as hard as he could into her mouth, John impelled her throat with his humungous dick, repeatedly. Quanique, who had no damn gag reflex at all, did not gag but her eyes watered and bugged as his rigid dick filled her throat and cut off her windpipe.

  John was too damn gone to notice she couldn’t breathe and Captain Hard Dick really didn’t give a fuck. Maneuvering her head back and forth by her hair John pumped Quanique’s mouth like it was a wet pussy. Afraid she would lose consciousness Quanique started to beat his thighs, desperately trying to get him to stop, but Captain Hard Dick commanded full speed ahead. Opening her mouth as wide as she could she struggled for air as John continued to hump her face like a dog in heat humps his owner’s leg.

  Just when she thought she would suffocate to death and become the first pregnant woman on earth who died of affixation from giving a damn blowjob, John came.

  “Ah fucking hell yell! Suck that fucking dick! Suck it with that pretty mouth!” He snorted as he slammed his ten inch dick as far as it would go down Quanique’s throat.

  Streams of hot come squirted from his throbbing loins as he came violently into her throat. With no other recourse, Quanique swallowed it as quickly as she could to keep from choking to death. John’s body relaxed as his ass tightened and he shot the last of his load in her mouth. Releasing his grip on her hair, he pushed her face away. Stumbling back still numb from his tantric orgasm, John struggled to zip up his pants.

  Close to choking to death, Quanique fell back on her elbows, gasping and coughing in an effort to regain her breath. “Damn it John! I’m happy to see you too! But you didn’t have to try to kill me! Fuck! You almost choked me to death!”

  Mission accomplished, happy and completely satisfied, Captain Hard Dick quickly relinquished command to John’s brain and forced him to deal with Quanique’s crazy ass and her bull ass shit!

  “Ah fuck! Quanique, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I just lost control! Fuck! I can’t believe I just did that!” He said as he scrambled to help her up from the floor. “I’m sorry Quanique.” />
  “Don’t worry about it baby! I’m just happy you enjoyed my little visit.” She flirted.

  The reality of the situation quickly slapped John in the face. He had just cheated on Hope. As numb as a bitch smacked with a bottle of Novocain, John stared at the young and beautiful Quanique.

  “Quanique, could you give me a half an hour to meet with a client and then I’ll take you to lunch. If you can’t wait I’ll understand, but I really want to see you when I’m done. Can you wait for me please?”

  Quanique recovered her dress from the floor and pulled it on. “Sure! I’d love to.”

  “Good! Wait for me out front in the reception area. I’ll be back in less than thirty minutes.”

  “Okay! I’ll wait!”

  “I hate to do this, but this is a real important meeting. I have to run.” He said as he quickly fixed his clothes and bolted to the door.

  CHAPTER 12

  Now, John didn’t have an important meeting to attend, he just wanted to get the fuck away from Quanique. The truth was he was scheduled to sit in on a routine staff meeting. Bolting into his office, he ordered his secretary to reschedule.

  “Reschedule all of my appointments for the day. I’m not feeling well.” He barked as he scurried into his office and locked his door.

  Shaken, he fell back against the large cherry wood door for support. His eyes closed and filled with tears as he realized exactly what he had just done. John had just broken his vow of fidelity. “You Mother Fucka! Look what you did!” He grabbed his dick and snorted. “Hope’s going to kill me and then she’s going to leave me! And I swear to God I hope she cuts you off and throws you in the damn garbage disposal! With your stupid, stupid, stupid, dumbass self! Idiot!”

  A quick knock at the door interrupted his tantrum. “Mr. Sabin are you okay? Would you like me to get you something?” Sharon asked through the closed door.

  “Sharon, I’m okay… But can you get my wife on the phone. I need to talk to her immediately.”

  “Okay sir. Sir, you’re not having a heart attack are you.” She asked concerned.

  “No, I don’t think so. Just get Hope on the phone for me.”

  “Okay! Right away sir.”

  John willed himself to walk to his large mahogany desk and take a seat in his chair. Wiping his eyes he contemplated what he would say to Hope. Sure he could lie, but that would only lead to more trouble. He soon realized the truth was his only recourse. Hope was just as much to blame for this woman’s presence in his life as he was. She opened this can of smelly ass worms and she would have to close it.

  “Mr. Sabin.”

  “Yes Sharon.”

  “Your wife’s on line three.”

  “Thank you Sharon.”

  “Do you feel better sir or should I call the paramedics?”

  “No, I’m okay. Just let me speak to my wife.”

  “Okay she’s waiting on line three.”

  “Thanks.”

  John took a giant breath and sighed a silent prayer. He could only pray Hope would somehow, someday, someway forgive him. “Hope?”

  “Yeah! Hey! Are you okay? Sharon said you’re not feeling well. She seems to think you’re having a heart attack. Are you having chest pains? If so, call the paramedics.”

  The sound of Hope’s sweet, concerned voice instantly made John emotional. Not sure if his nosey secretary was ease dropping, he decided to call Hope back from his cell, “I’m going to call you right back.”

  “John what’s going on?”

  “Just answer your cell phone. I’m calling you now.”

  “Oh… Okay.” Hope nervously responded. She could hear the stress in John’s voice and she instantly knew something was gravely wrong. She waited all but patiently for his call. Less than thirty seconds later her cell phone rang. That was the longest thirty seconds of Hope’s life. “John?”

  “Yeah… It’s me.” He answered in a small defeated voice.

  “Baby what’s wrong? You are scaring me. What’s going on?”

  “Hope you know how much I love you right?”

  “Yes, of course I do.”

  “And you know I’d never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize our marriage, right?”

  “John just spit it out! You are scaring the hell out of me.”

  John’s voice began to crack as he lost the battle with the sob in his soul he desperately tried to hold back. “Baby, I don’t even know how to say it. It’s too unspeakable.”

  Tears filled Hope’s eyes. “John, listen to me. You can tell me anything. There is nothing you could say that would stop me from loving you. Okay? So, I’m going to count to three and I want you to just blurt it out. Okay?”

  “Okay. I’ll try.” He sobbed. “But promise me you won’t leave me. Promise me!”

  “I promise, nothing you say will make me leave you. Okay? Now I’m going to start counting and you get ready to talk. Okay?”

  “Okay! But remember you promised.”

  “I remember. One… Two… Three…”

  “Quanique showed up to my office, half naked, seduced me and gave me a blowjob!” John blurted as quick as he could in one single breath.

  “When?”

  “A few minutes ago.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “Downstairs in the lobby waiting for me to come out of a meeting. I didn’t know how to get rid of her.”

  “I’m on my way!”

  “Hope, please tell me you’re not going to leave me. I lost control of my body. Everything happened so fast.” Hope did not respond. “Hope please say something. This guilt is killing me! I think Sharon might be right, I think I am having a heart attack. You know what? I don’t give a fuck! I’d rather die than live an hour without you.”

  Hope was silent for a long breath as she fantasized about breaking her expensive, designer stiletto heel off in Quanique’s fucking ass! “That nasty little, sneaky little, conniving little Bitch!” Hope’s brain screamed.

  “Hope please! You promised me you wouldn’t leave me! Please don’t leave me! I know I fucked up! I’m sorry baby! I’m sorry! My body was confused when I saw her… Ah fuck! Hope I’m so sorry I cheated on you! Please forgive me! Please!” John sobbed.

  Hope finally recovered from her trip to Fantasy Island. “John… Please calm down. None of this is your fault. Quanique is just trying to manipulate you for money. I don’t blame you. I have no one to blame for this fiasco, except myself. I should have never allowed that nasty Bitch in our marital bed! Look, I’m about five minutes from your office. I left home the moment Sharon called me. Meet me out front and bring that skank Quanique with you. I’ll handle everything.”

  “Oh God… Thank you! Hope I’m so sorry. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. Okay?”

  “No! It never happened, okay? We’re going to bury it here and never, ever mention it again. This was not your mistake. This was mine. So, we’re both going to forget it ever happened. Okay?”

  “Okay? Thanks baby. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me.”

  “I’m almost there, so meet me out front.”

  “Okay! I’m on my way!”

  CHAPTER 13

  Minutes later John retrieved the anxious Quanique from the reception area of the main lobby. “Hey are you ready to go?” He nervously smiled.

  “I sure am.” She responded as a sexy flirtatious smile kissed her beautiful face.

  “Good! My car is about to come around. Let’s wait outside.”

  Seconds later a chauffeur driven, brand new white on white Maybach Landaulet pulled up in front of them. “Is this your car?” She asked shocked.

  “Yeah.” John nonchalantly responded as he took her by the hand and led her to the car. “Watch your step.” He said as they stepped off the curb.

  Quanique’s mouth dropped open wide enough for a flock of sea gulls to fly in. She knew the Sabins were undoubtedly rich, but what she didn’t know was exactly how obscenely, filthy rich they were. If ev
er she considered ambushing Hope and extorting her for more money now was the time. But after blowing John just minutes ago she quickly decided to go for all of the gold. “Fuck Hope!” She snorted beneath her breath. “Oh my God! How rich are you, John?” John ignored her.

  The uniformed driver got out and walked around the vehicle to open the door for them. “Good afternoon sir.” He said as he held the door open and indicated for them to get in.

  Now imagine the expression on Quanique’s face when she looked into the back seat and saw her worse nightmare, Hope Sabin.

  “Get in Quanique before I drag your nasty ass in!” Hope demanded.

  Quanique immediately looked at John to see what was going on. “Did you call her?” She asked completely blown away.

  “Of course I did Quanique. Hope’s my wife. I don’t keep secrets from my wife. Get in, she needs to talk to you about what happened between us in that office.”

  Now, you could have sold Quanique’s ass for a wet, two dollar, counterfeit, ten year old, Albanian food stamp at this point. She had no recourse but to get in the car. Frightened as a ten year old girl who just got her period, she sat next to Hope. Naturally she didn’t want to go anywhere with Hope, especially after just sucking her husband’s dick. But what choice did she have? Hope was paying her tuition and giving her a five thousand dollar a month check for living expenses. Unemployed, overextended and essentially broke, Quanique had no other means of support for her and her unborn child. She had used most of her fifty thousand dollar advance to purchase and furnish a modest townhome. Like it or not, Quanique was at Hope’s mercy and she knew it, although she didn’t like it.

  “Where are we going?” She quietly asked. Hope ignored her.

  “I’ll take it from here baby. Why don’t you go home and relax. I got this.” Hope assured John.

  “Are you sure? I can tag along if you want me to.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure… That would just be awkward for the two of you. I’ll see you at home when I’m finished. Hey, have the chef start dinner early. I’m starving.”