“Have you ever been here before, Box?”
“No, I can honestly say I have never been here to the Come On Inn even though I have lived in this city for almost ten years,” Box said as they pulled into the motel’s parking lot. The horseshoe-shaped motel encircled the parking lot. None of the patrons’ vehicles were visible from the street.
Trenda rubbed his upper thigh before getting out. “Are you ready for this, baby?”
His breath caught in his throat. “Yes…more than you can possibly imagine.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She gave him a taste of her tongue. “Good. Let’s go.”
Sweat continued to coat his forehead as they walked to the registration office. Trenda stopped several yards in front of the door. “Why don’t you wait outside? No need on taking a chance on somebody behind the counter recognizin’ you.”
A puzzled looked etched itself on his face. “Now why should I do that? I told you I have never been here before.”
“That may be true, but what if somebody that works here knows your girlfriend? I just know you don’t want Miss Prissy to find out through the grapevine that her honey is hotel hoppin’, now do we?”
He shook his head as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “You worry too much, Mya…now come on so I can get this room.”
This poor man can’t take his eyes off my tits long enough to think about what I just told him. She smirked. “Baby, you stay right here. I got this.”
“No, no, no! No way am I going to let you pay fo—”
“Shhhh!” She placed her hand to his lips. “Keep arguing with me and we ain’t gonna have much time to do this. Now, when I move my hand, just keep your mouth closed until I get back. You got that?”
His eyes closed behind his glasses as he slowly nodded. She winked at him, turned and walked to the office. Even before she opened the door, the aroma of incense marched into her nostrils. A middle-aged couple of Arabian descent turned from the small TV behind the counter and checked out the visitor. The woman said something in her native language to the man. He frowned slightly, unhappy that his wife moved him aside preventing him from getting a better look at the hottie in pink. “How can I help you?”
The woman’s English was good. Trenda expected much more of an accent. “I just need to get a room.”
The woman sized up Trenda with her eyes as did her husband as he pretended to be interested in a cereal commercial on TV. “For how long? We do rent by the hour if that’s all you need.”
Trenda cocked her head. Ain’t this a bitch?
Don’t judge lest ye be judged.
Get outta my head, Daddy! She took a few seconds to calm down. This old broad must think I’m a ho or somethin’. “I need it for the whole day; is that a problem?”
The ice on Trenda’s words made her back off the condescension. The clerk grew a fake smile. “No problem at all! I have a room located on the second floor. The price is only forty-five dollars—including tax. Is that okay?”
Trenda eyeballed her for a few seconds, then opened up her purse. Even though this is cutting into my budget, it will come back to me plus interest, she thought as she handed the woman three twenties, got her change and left.
She knew exactly what she was doing. Her experience with men taught her that by spoiling a man like Eli, who was used to being the spoiler, would just about guarantee her his heart and soul. There was a certain lawyer in Washington, D.C. that could attest to her powers of enamourance. Trenda had broken that man down by simply buying him an iPod and loading it full of his favorite songs. The few hundred dollars she spent on that gift returned thousands of dollars in legal fees and other pleasantries. Her awesome pussy whipping of him was the icing on her seduction cake.
“Room 202,” she said as she tossed the keys to Box. “This is your last chance to escape me, baby…once you fuck wit’ me, you stuck wit’ me.”
Nervousness and arousal chipped away at what little cool he had. “I’ll take my chances.” The keys fell out of his hand.
She chuckled as she watched him bend over and pick up the keys. “Famous last words.”
The concrete steps vibrated under Trenda’s feet with each step Box climbed. The thirty-year-old motel was maintained just enough to be functional; not much of the budget went to glamorizing the place. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in her rump as she led him to the room.
At the door, she spun around and smiled as he inserted the key and opened the door. The fragrance of ancient PineSol and the ghost of other unknown odors welcomed them. Trenda was all too familiar with the drab furnishings and color schemes of this class of motel. The boring earth tones and equally dull gold shag rug seemed to be universal in the cheap motel world. Standing next to the bed, she unzipped her top. “I bet you think this is the only outfit I have, huh?”
The room key dangled from his hand as he gazed at her. “What in the world are you talking about?”
She took off her velour top and draped it over the wooden chair under the desk. After that, she turned off her cell phone and dropped it into her purse. “Two of the last three times you have seen me, I have had it on…but don’t trip; it has been to the cleaners. And once I get caught up on my bills, I am gonna get a whole new wardrobe.”
As if his feet were planted in the carpet, he hadn’t moved since closing the door and staring at Trenda. “I assure you I didn’t give it a second thought.” He pried his eyes off her tits and took a few steps toward her. “I see the cut by your eye is almost healed. How did you get that wound on your shoulder?”
She inspected the swollen, four-inch cut. It still throbbed from the slightest touch. “After I got cut playin’ wit’ my nephew, I tripped and fell against the corner of my sister’s coffee table.”
His eyes drifted back to her wondrous cleavage. “I hope nothing else on you is injured…”
“I guess you will have to find out for yourself.” She then unfastened her black bra and tossed it onto the desk. Her hard nipples pointed at him. “Lose those clothes so we can take a shower.”
“Uhhhh…okay…”
The lump in his trousers took away from his sweet look of innocence. The same look turned Trenda on. She placed the rest of her clothes on the desk while he disrobed. Even though his body was far from chiseled, it still fascinated her. His “love-handles” and slight “man boobs” made her pussy leak. Damn, I like a thick man!
Taking him by the hand, she led him into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. “We are gonna play a little game. I want you to stand here and watch me shower, and then I will get out and watch you. Are you game?”
As transfixed as he was by her nude perfection, she could have just asked him to eat a bowl of broken glass and he would have agreed. “Yes…yes I am game.”
After spreading one of the large towels on the floor, next to the tub, to use as a rug, she picked up the small round bar of soap on the sink, unwrapped it and grabbed one of the white washcloths. “Oh…and no touching.” She looked down at his immensely hard tool. “Me or that dick.”
It both amazed and frightened her that she recalled so many of the quotes and proverbs her parents had bestowed upon her over the years. One of her mother’s favorites jumped into her head as she watched her extremely horny date chew her up with his eyes:
Keep watch and pray, so that you will not give in to temptation. For the spirit is willing, but the body is weak!
Matthew 26:41
She dismissed the thought and climbed into the shower. The hot water added to her internal fire. The steam fogged up his glasses so badly he had to remove them. Even without them, Box was able to see he was witness to one of the sexiest shower scenes ever. Trenda started at her neck and worked her way down, using hands full of lather to soap up her tits. “You like that, baby?”
All Box could do was nod. He had not moved an inch since she had climbed in the shower. She soaped up her flat belly, then began washing her twitching pussy. “Does Meagan do t
his for you?”
“I wish…,” he whispered.
His hands fell slowly to his crotch. Trenda pointed a wet and soapy finger at him. “No! Get your hands away from your dick.” Feeling he was tortured enough, she rinsed off, took his hand and pulled him in the shower. “Okay, now you shower for me.”
His grip tightened on her hand. “Stay in here with me…I…I want you, Mya…”
“That’s against the rules, boo.”
She escaped his grip, lathered up a washcloth and put it in his hand. He sighed heavily. “This is going to be the quickest shower on record.”
As she toweled off, Trenda watched the heavy man clean himself. She could tell he was a little self-conscious of his body as she stared at him. He had no idea how fucking hot she was getting watching him. It took all her willpower to not take his swollen dick in her mouth as he prepared to wash it. God, I am gonna fuck you good, Box…
After he turned off the water in the humid bathroom, she slid the small, opaque window open, took one of the dingy white towels off the imitation-chrome towel rack and handed it to the soggy man.
The waning sunlight coming through the window sparkled in the waterdrops on his back as he began drying off. She couldn’t help herself. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. It was as though she was holding a padded bag of cement. Beneath his pudgy exterior was a solid man. She kissed the middle of his wide shoulders, licking a few drops of water in the process. She felt as well as heard a sigh of pleasure resonate inside him.
Her hands circled his belly, rubbed his nipples. Caught up in her own desire, she laid her face sideways on his back and rubbed his chest. Her hands found his tools. She gently held his heavy balls. “Ohhhhhhhhhh, Mya….mmmmmmmmm…”
“Mmmmmm…we need to empty these…”
In a surprisingly agile move, he spun around, swooped her up in his arms and carried her to the queen-sized bed. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you.”
She thought back to how she caught him jacking off on the train ride from Baltimore. She rubbed his bearded cheek. “I think I do, baby. Do you mind if I start callin’ you ‘Eli’ instead of ‘Box’? I like that better.”
Finding his voice was difficult for the off-the-charts horny man. “Ahhh, sure…by all means.”
Lying side-by-side, face-to-face, her lips found his, then their tongues touched. His kiss was tender, gentle and passionate. She could not recall the last time she was kissed like that from a man. Some of the women she had bedded were great kissers, but Box was by far the best-kissing man she had serviced.
Her head leaned back as he kissed his way down her cheek, to her neck and her waiting nipples. He rolled her onto her back and kissed, sucked, caressed her breasts. His caring and patient touch turned up her vaginal fire several degrees. She had to have him.
Now.
She pulled him up to her face. “Fuck me, Eli…,” she whispered.
He was beyond words. Anything she wanted was hers. He gave her a simple nod.
As he rolled over on his back, Trenda stopped him. “I said I want you to fuck me.”
He whispered, “I thought maybe you would want to be on top.” He self-consciously rubbed his stomach. “You might be more comfortable…you know I am kind of…heavy.”
A tear almost fell from her eye. I bet that bitch Meagan makes him think that. She rolled over onto her back, spread her smooth legs and pulled him to her. “No, I want to feel all of you… fuck me like you want to, baby…take what you want.”
A shiver of delight and awe rocked his big body as he maneuvered his root between her wet pink lips. “Ooooooooohhhh…Ooooooo, Myaaaaaaa…”
The feel of his weight, heat and strength loosened Trenda’s freak. She wiggled her hips in tune with his thrust, taking all his post inside her. As his dickhead found her G-spot, she pulled her legs back and gave him all the pussy he could want. Her moans overlapped his. What started as a quest to simply pussy whip him soon turned into a boatload of unexpected passion.
Each time his full weight rested on her and she could barely catch her breath, she had a magical orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his back and ass. “Mmmmmm, Eli…deeper, baby…yesssssssss…”
The big man pounded her wetness relentlessly. It was as though Trenda had given a life raft to a drowning man. She licked the side of his neck and ears, taking the opportunity to turn the heat up a notch by whispering to him how good he was fucking her.
Even though most of her moves were scripted from previous “pussy-whoopin’” sessions, a noticeable amount of genuine pleasure caused her to moan loud and long at times. After her umpteenth orgasm, she felt his body quiver and his pace increase. “Yessssss, baby…gimme that cummmmmm…don’t make me beg for it, baby…mmmmm.”
His garbled reply sounded like part Martian, part animal. He came loud and hard. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her thighs against his and coaxed a remarkable amount of sperm out of the shrieking man. Whoever was on the other side of the tissue-thin motel room walls was sure to have heard his moans of pleasure.
Damnnnnnnnnnnn! He shot a lot! she thought as a flow of lavahot cum ran out her pussy down between her ass cheeks. I bet his girl never lets him nut inside her like that… after giving him a minute to catch his breath, she wiped his face with her hand and looked into his eyes. They told her he was absolutely, completely and thoroughly narcotized by her enchanted pussy. “You okay, boo?”
He shook his head slowly as he rested on his elbows, taking most of his weight off of her. “No…no, I am not.” He kissed her soft lips. “That was the best sex I have had since…ever!”
“Uh-oh!” She grinned and rubbed his ass. “That’s not good.”
They rolled over on their sides, facing each other. “I mean it, Mya; you were incredible!”
“I’m glad you think so.” She reached between them and caressed his package. “But I’m sure your girl takes good care of you.”
He kissed her lips a few times. “No…not like you. You are all I desire in a woman, Mya…”
He had no idea of the minefield he was now walking. He had sprung open the gateway for Trenda to work her magic. She stroked the side of his face and exhaled loudly. “I am flattered you feel that way, but I don’t wanna get too close to you right now.”
The bed creaked as he propped himself up on one arm. “Why not? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it’s not that.” She closed her eyes for effect. “I just don’t wanna fall for you when my situation is what it is…”
“What do you mean? What’s wrong, Mya?”
Her eyes opened slowly. “I really like you, Eli…but I am afraid of getting close to you when I might have to pack up and leave real soon.”
He caressed the side of her face, looked deep into her green eyes. “Why do you have to leave? You have a job now…are you still having problems?”
A tiny bit of guilt jabbed her in the gut, but she proceeded anyway. “Yeah, but it doesn’t pay enough for me to afford my own place…I may have to go back to D.C. and move in with my parents until I can get on my feet. It’s way more expensive to live out here than I thought. Plus, I don’t wanna come between you and your relationship. Do you understand, baby?”
The lovelorn look on his face almost broke her down. It looked as though that big man was about to drown her in tears. “I have been looking for you all my life, Mya,” He gently caressed the side of her neck and whispered, “I know this sounds crazy, but I have dreamed of having a beautiful, sexy and fun woman like you…and I do not want to lose this dream.”
That last-minute quiver in his voice moved her in a way she was unaccustomed to. The urge to flee before doing any more damage to this man beckoned, but she fought it off. “You are so sweet, baby…but what about your woman? I don’t want you to do anything you will regret.”
A long pause. “The only regret I will have is if I don’t do all I can to make you mine.”
She blinked and pulled his head down so the
y were cheek to cheek. “Eli…you are making me…” It was at this point that she knew her mission was accomplished. But something about putting the whammy on this victim didn’t feel as good as it did in the past. What the fuck is going on, Trenda? Why are you so concerned for this dude?
“What? What do you mean, Mya? What am I making you do? I hope I didn’t offend you in any way…did I?”
She kissed his lips. “No, baby…I was just a little overwhelmed… you are such a perfect man. Any woman would be glad to have you if she ain’t crazy. I can deal with seeing you and seeing where we end up if you want…but to be honest, if I don’t do something about finding an apartment, I will have no choice but to go back home.”
Before speaking, he gazed into her eyes. “I can help… If you promise to keep seeing me, I will help you get a place. I can take care of the first, last and deposit to get you in. Will that help you stay in my life?”
Girl, you are too good at this shit! Her self-congratulation was unenthusiastic. Why am I trippin’? He is just another pussy-hungry man, right? Ignoring her thoughts, she replied, “I promise.”
After giving her a broad grin and a sigh of relief, he kissed her long and deeply. “Thank you, Mya…you won’t be sorry.”
She smiled, rolled him over on his back and whispered, “Enough talkin’.” She stroked him as she kissed her way down to his growing penis. “I need something creamy to drink.”
Thirty-Four
“Piper?”
“Yes, Eric, this is Piper. I don’t have a lot of time for pleasantries; did Trenda ever mention anything to you about a guy out here by the name of Walter Secrease?”
After sticking the gas pump nozzle into the tank of his black Lexus, Tyrone picked up the conversation with Piper. Just hearing her voice again put him on edge. “I think she said something about having a friend or cousin by that name out there. What’s the latest? Did you find her?”
“I think so…I found that tramp running around with this Walter guy. He is paying for her very expensive hotel room downtown. I was hoping you had some information on him. I plan on paying him a visit at his place of work if I can’t find his home address.”
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