by Red Snapper
I broke the kiss as abruptly as I had started it, looking over at the elevator buttons. There was no way I was going to make it to his place. I needed this man and I needed him now. I hit the Emergency Stop button and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Montel’s confused expression turned into a sly grin. No words were spoken as I slid to my knees, running my fingers over the outside of his expensive trousers. I felt him beneath, hard and throbbing as I thought to myself how much I needed him. I needed to see it, that throbbing hard dick. I wanted to hold it in my hands and taste on my tongue. Looking up at him with my large, hazel eyes, I wordlessly unbuckled his pants, freeing his beautiful dick from his silk boxers. I played with it, marveling at how soft the skin was as I smeared the clear precum over its length. I loved to play with a guy before taking it into my mouth because I loved to tease him first before I break him off.
I looked up at him with his shaft in my hand as I huskily said, “You have such a beautiful thick dick.”
My smile was anything but innocent, and before he could say another word, I closed my mouth around it, taking it all down my throat.
Montel leaned up against the golden handrail of the elevator, watching as I sucked the head of his erection into my sweet little mouth, swirling it expertly with my tongue. I kept my hazel eyes on his, watching as he shifted focus from my eyes, to his chocolate dick sliding in and out of her wet mouth, to the deep cleavage that my slinky black dress was offering him.
I always loved giving head and I loved watching a man’s face as he slowly gave in to the warmth of my mouth. I loved to please and could feel my own juices starting to flow. But right now, I just needed to serve him as I didn’t stop the elevator just for him. I needed to feel his manhood in me and I needed it right fucking now. I knew the first date I saw this chocolate hunk that I would fuck him…I just needed to do it on my terms and not his.
When he was swollen to fullness, I pulled my mouth from him with a loud slurp and stood up, making sure to rub my tight body against his saliva-slick dick as my lips were now inches from his, I whispered urgently, “I need you,” before slamming my lips against his.
Montel slid his hand up the slit of my dress, pulling it higher along my thighs. He was surprised when he felt the tops of my stockings and discovered that I wasn’t wearing any panties as his fingers came in contact with the soaked mount of my pussy. All I could do was to moan loudly into his mouth as he spread my legs as his fingers were toying with my swollen labia.
“Please Montel…fuck me,” I said seductively as I gazed deep into his sexy brown eyes.
Quickly obliging my request, Montel twisted my dress so the slit was in front as he lifted my leg to the hand rail, hooking my stiletto heel behind it to ensure I was wide open for him. I made sure I opened my legs as wide as possible, exposing the shaved lips of my punany to Montel for the first time. He gazed at me smiling as he ran his dick along the smooth and swollen folds before pushing into me.
“Uhh,” I grunted as he took my hips in his hands and pushed all the way into my pussy as I moaned, “Yes…yes!”
As I groaned the elevator shook with our coupling, filled with the sounds of slapping skin and my panting.
“All fuck,” I moaned with each thrust as I’d been waiting a long time for this. As he continued to pound me, I could feel the intensity as it was reaching its peak. I could feel herself rising as Montel slammed his thick dick in and out of my pussy.
“Uh huh…uh huh,” I groaned as I felt myself coming to the edge.
An intensifying orgasm was imminent as he stroked me let a wild man. I bucked my hips with a renewed fever as I felt that explosion taking control of my whole body.
I was cumming like crazy as he continued to ram my pussy was intensity.
“Oh Montel…Montel…Fuck me…make it yours…make it yours!”
Suddenly, a detached voice crackled over an intercom and asked, “Do you need assistance?”
“UH! UH! OH! FUCK ME! HARDER!” I moaned, just on the verge.
“Um...” the detached voice stammered. “Miss, I’m afraid I’m going to need to reactivate the elevator.”
“OH…FUCK YES,” I screamed as a stream of orgasms washed over me. My pussy clenched onto Montel’s throbbing dick as my body burned with passion, the fire of my pussy spreading fast along my body, through my hair, and down the tips of my fingers. I clawed at his back; I bit my bottom lip as I gasped for air.
When I came down from my orgasmic high, the elevator was moving, making its slow decent down the shaft. By the time we got to the parking garage, we had readjusted our clothing and looked somewhat presentable. I watched as Montel positioned his aching erection back into his pants as I ran my fingers over it. I pressed my warm body into his.
“We’ll take care of that, don’t worry,” I promised.
We walked quickly to Montel’s shiny black B.M.W. my heels clicking urgently along the concrete floor. Montel kept his hand on my ass or along the roll of my hip, urgently prodding me along. The sound of his alarm turning off echoed through the empty garage. Level 3 was practically empty. Montel’s Beamer was sitting in the corner under a glaring lamp.
“I can’t wait for home,” he whispered urgently in my ear. “I think I’d crash the fucking car!”
“We wouldn’t want that,” I said as my fingers played with the spaghetti straps of my dress before I pushed them off my bronze shoulders. Montel licked his lips; his heart racing as he watched me pulled my tight dress down along the curves of my sexy body, slowly unveiling my naked back. He could see the swells of my large breasts, the dimples of my lower back and my gorgeous slender waist. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my stilettos, and stockings.
Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I began to saunter towards the car, rolling my hips as I walked. When I got to the car, I put a leg up on the bumper, my firm buttocks tightening with the movement, and removed one of my strappy stilettos. Straightening up, my lean body stretching upwards, I smashed the glaring light above his car.
Suddenly, we stood in the much softer light that seeped in from the streets below, from the full moon, and from the more remote lamps of the garage. I turned at last and sat up on the car. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
My full breasts were illuminated like satin in the soft lighting, lightly bronzed like the rest of my body, with light brown nipples hard and high. I spread my legs on the car as Montel’s eyes traveled down my flat stomach, over my gold belly ring, right down to the moist juncture between my legs. As he’d briefly noted before plowing into me in the elevator, I’d shaved myself bare but for a little landing strip of trimmed dark hair above my blossoming folds. With my legs spread, I ran my hand down over my breasts, along my stomach, and across pussy. I traced my middle finger over my hood and down into my slit, pushing it in briefly before pulling out, slick with her excitement.
“Well,” I said looking at him seductively.
Montel was discarding his expensive suit as he rushed towards me. I laughed as he fumbled like a child and jumped off the hood.
“Would you like me on my back, or from behind?”
Not waiting for an answer, I turned my back to him and bent over the hood of the car, my legs spread enough for my plump pussy lips to peak out invitingly. He reached me, pushing me harder against the car. The act of sudden aggression sent a thrill through me as he took control of the session. Not wasting any time, he buried himself deep into my precious pussy.
“Ohhh… fuck that feels g—good,” I moaned as he began to pump me, his hands almost painful on my hips.
He took me hard, harder than I was used to, and loved it. I loved the way his expensive car shook with each thrust, or the way my sweaty titties smeared across the shiny black paint. “Harder…Fuck me harder,” I begged.
His hands traced up my body, groping at my titties and pulling me up against him. The act of standing up tightened my pussy along his pistoning shaft,
filling me up even more.
“Oh fuck” I groaned as his hands began to roughly squeeze my titties.
“FUCK…FUCK…FUCK,” I cried out.
He fucked me harder, his hips slapping against my bootylicious ass. His fingers pinched my nipples, merciless. When I felt his teeth graze across my shoulders, across my neck, I knew that my orgasm was going to be intense.
“You like this,” he hissed into her ear, running his tongue across my earlobe.
I shuddered and his teeth nibbled down my neck.
“Oh, HARDER,” I screamed as my whole body cried out. My breathing was shallow, ratcheting through the warm air of the parking garage. His teeth bit down on my shoulder slightly as the intensity of our orgasms took over.
My body exploded and shook for at least ten minutes as the intense orgasm waved through me.
I was going crazy, thrashing my hair around wildly as I came hard. My cunt rippled and clenched at Montel’s dick.
“Oh Fuck,” he yelled as he felt his own balls clench.
“Hang on, Mommy!” he croaked as his seed spilled into the depths of my pussy.
As I felt the hot liquid explode into my womb, I was racked with another orgasm, barely on the heels of the last.
“Uh…Oh gawd…Oh gawd…Oh gawd!!!”
When my orgasm finally subsided, Montel’s sweaty body lay collapsed on top of me, each trying desperately to regain our breath.
“Wow,” I said, turning my head and kissing him tenderly. “That was the best fuck of my young life.” I could feel his come slowly seep from my hairless pussy lips.
“Well, the night is young,” Montel whispered, promise in his voice. They groaned as he pulled his limp member out of her. “And you haven’t felt anything yet…”
Suddenly out of nowhere came the sound of someone clapping their hands. When I heard this I quickly began grabbing my clothes. I was terrified as I saw the image of a man walking out of the dark corner of the parking garage. When he came closer my eyes damn near popped out of my head as I recognized who it was. Low and behold it was Brian Deveraux.
I immediately shouted, “Brian…what the hell are you doing here…are you stalking me?”
He laughed as he strolled toward us. Montel zipped up his pants as he asked him, “Did you hear what she said…are you stalking her?”
Brian gazed at Montel with an angry expression as he replied, “Man what gives you the right to fuck somebody’s fiancée…HUH?”
I looked at Montel as he said, “Fiancée…wait a minute…you’re engaged?”
I looked at Brian, than Montel as I tried to explain, “No…yes…let me explain!” “Montel…my family arranged this so-called engagement with his family…but I don’t want to marry him because I love you and…”
Before I could finish my sentence, Brian reached over and smacked me knocking me on the ground. I laid there with my lip now bleeding as Montel quickly threw a punch at Brian hitting him in the jaw. Brian was now on the ground as he tried to grab my arm. Montel quickly grabbed him up off the ground as he began to beat Brian. I stood up and shouted, “Please stop fighting…please!”
Montel hit Brian again, knocking him to the ground and immediately came to me and embraced me.
“Are you alright…did he hurt you?”
Before I could answer Brian stood up with a .45 caliber pistol and shot Montel two times.
Montel looked at me as he tried to stay up but the pain was too intense as he fell to the ground. I looked at him as the blood was all over my dress. I looked at Brian as he grabbed my arm and said, “You fucked him…okay so you got one…now I’m gonna fuck somebody in front of you so we can call it even.” “You’re still gonna marry me anyhow!”
I couldn’t believe what was going on as Brian dragged me away from Montel’s body. He was laying there motionless and I didn’t know if he was dead or alive.
“Please Brian call 911…he could be dying!”
He turn me around looking at me dead in my face as he said, “I hope you boy is dead!”
Suddenly the sound of police sirens were coming as he forced me into his car and we slowly drove out of the parking garage. As we drove down the street the police were speeding pass us as we allow them to pass.
Suddenly my cell phone began to ring as I looked at the caller id I noticed it was Vikki. I looked at Brian and said, “Its Vikki…I’d better answer it or she will get suspicious.”
He looked at me and said, “Answer it and don’t try anything!”
“Hello.”
“Hey girl…are you alright…I heard there was a shooting in the parking lot.” “Somebody was mugged or something.”
“I’m fine…I’m just with Brian!”
“Brian…but you left here with Montel…where are you?”
He looked at me as I was about to tell her what was going on.
He looked at me and said, “Tell her you decide to go to a late dinner with me.”
“Vikki…I’m going to a late dinner with Brian…I’ll call you after were done okay?”
As he took the phone and hung it up I hoped that Vikki could tell that something was wrong. I hoped that she would do something to get me away from him.
Chapter 25– Tangie
June 2006
LaVette’s Home
Marietta, Georgia
As I sat with LaVette and a few of her guests enjoying a private dinner, I received an urgent phone call. As my cell phone rang I looked at it to see who was calling me. I knew it had to be Vikki as I excused myself and went into the adjacent room from the dining room.
“Vikki…what’s wrong?”
“Lady Mistress…we have a problem…Waynell is with Brian, but he did something that will cause the police to be involved.”
I signed as I asked her to give me the details.
“Well it seems that Mr. Deveraux followed us unaware to the after party and camped out in the parking garage waiting on Waynell to come out. I guess he had been following Montel Weaver because he knew exactly where he had parked his car and waited there.” “There must have been some type of altercation because Montel was shot twice.”
“Where’s Waynell now…is she alright?”
I just spoke with her and she fine, except she with Brian and I think he holding her against her will.” “Lady Mistress…it’s my fault…I should have…”
I immediately interrupted her, “Child it’s not your fault…at least we know now what we’re dealing with…I need you to find out what hotel he’s staying in and call me back!”
“Yes Lady Mistress!”
I immediately hung up the phone and walked back into the dining room. I motioned for LaVette to come out and talk to me in the foyer.
As she strolled out of the dining room I could tell she knew something was wrong as she quickly strolled over to me.
“What going on…is everything alright?”
“No…I just got a call from Vikki.” “She said there was an altercation involving Waynell.” “Vikki is fine but Waynell is with some guy named Brian Deveraux who apparently shot some young man whose name is Montel.”
“MONTEL…that the boy who Waynell was seeing in college!” “Oh my God…I hope he’s alright!”
“I’m going to find out about this Brian Deveraux character…please apologize to your guest for me…I’ll call you as soon as I get word.”
As I went to my limousine, I immediately called Clifton. His phone rang and he immediately picked up.
“Lady Mistress…I just got word from one of our informants…what are your orders?”
“I need you to find my daughter and find out about this Deveraux…I want to know everything…his background…where he works, where he shits…who he fucks…his Momma’s name…EVERYTHING!” “I need this information like yesterday!”
“I’m on it Lady Mistress…I’ve already dispatched some men to get down there as soon as possible.”
“Good but that’ll take too long…who’s our contact down here in Atlan
ta?”
“Gerald “Too Sweet” Monroe…he’s a loyal ally to the Cartel…he owes us a favor.” “I’ll call him and get him involved.” “Anything else Lady Mistress?”
“No…just wait for my further instructions…I need you to keep an eye on our interests there.”
“Understood…take care Lady Mistress!”
As I hung up the phone I sat there as the limousine was now heading to my suite downtown. After about ten minutes, my cell phone rang again. I recognized it was Clifton and I immediately answered, “Whatcha got?”
“I spoke with Gerald “Too Sweet” Monroe, our Atlantic Cartel contact and he gave me some information on the Deveraux’s…this family is lying in bed with the Costantino Family.” “Apparently they’re involved in several business venues together and get this…you remember that female who snitched on you to Don Costantino and set up Roscoe “Pimpin’ Jay” Jefferson a few years back?” “Well…get this…she’s the mother of this Brian Deveraux guy!” Apparently after she set you up, she got involved with this millionaire name Jarvis T. Deveraux and after seeing each other for six months she got pregnant with their one and only child, Brian Deveraux. They later married and somewhere down the line became close friends with Waynell’s step parents the Rackwell’s. They made some agreement that Waynell and Brian are to marry after she finishes Law school.”
I was furious as the limousine finally reached my suite I replied as I got out of the car, “Clifton…find out as much as you can and let me know ASAP!” “I need to get to the bottom of this.”
I hung up the phone and walked into the hotel. As I strolled toward the elevators it hit me as I thought, “Why did the Rackwell’s make this shady deal with the Deveraux’s?” “What does the Deveraux Family have on them that would make them put my daughter in this bullshit predicament?”