The thick aroma of dick and pussy slapped Caribbean Leroy across his black face. It was an added insult that he had to inhale the scent of his woman’s pussy being fucked by another man. He wanted to run to her and ask her why she would want to hurt him so deeply, but he felt the eyes of his men on him as they waited for him to make a move. He had never heard her scream so loud as they entered his house. It was like hearing an animal being brought out to slaughter as she bounced up and down on his dick. Caribbean Leroy wanted to look away from watching his woman get fucked by a man thirty years his junior, but it was a hypnotic thing to watch a dick slide in and out of a woman’s ass—even if it was your woman’s ass. She once told him that she thought it was nasty for a man to want to put his dick in a woman’s ass. She said that nothing should go into it and it should be used only for its intended purpose. He had respected her wishes because he loved her. “Do you love me?” he asked her just last week. She pretended not to hear him and turned away from him to turn on the television. Caribbean Leroy was an old time player, and deep down inside of him, he knew that she was using him. He hoped that in time, she would see how much he loved her and they could have a good life together. That day would never come.
He pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed and set it down hard against the hardwood floor. His two men flanked him with their guns drawn and ready for him to give the word. The sound of the chair hitting the floor startled both of them back to the reality of the moment. Sweat drenched their bodies and stung Benjamin’s eyes. He looked up to see three men staring menacingly at him. At first, he thought it was a robbery, but then he looked at her as she turned around and a flicker of recognition showed on her face.
“You having fun with my woman?” Caribbean Leroy said to Benjamin. His voice was steady but menacing. Underlying his menacing voice was a voice that wanted to cry from the pain that was ripping through his heart.
“Your woman? She never told me she had a man. I would never fuck another man’s woman—you have to believe me,” Benjamin said in a voice that betrayed how scared he really was at the moment.
“I got to do nothing pussyclot bwoy. All I got to do is eat and shit,” Caribbean Leroy growled at him in his thick accent. “You…you are a bold face fucking liar. Men like you don’t care who they fuck. You just happen to fuck the wrong man’s pussy today.”
Benjamin tried to remove her from atop of him, but she squeezed her ass muscles tighter around his erection and a low moan escaped his lips. She was still fucking him with just her ass muscles getting tighter and tighter around his erection. He exhaled slowly and tried to control himself from losing it and exploding inside of her ass. That’s the last thing he wanted to do right now.
“Listen baby, I’m sorry but this guy means nothing to me. It won’t happen again,” she said almost nonchalantly as if she had picked up a stray dog on the street. “He followed me home and wouldn’t go away like some fucking stray puppy dog.” Her muscles gripped Benjamin tighter and he pulsated inside of her. She was fucking crazy.
“I don’t even know her name,” Benjamin offered to Caribbean Leroy as if that one tidbit of information should exonerate him from being inside of her ass.
“So lemme understand you correctly,” Caribbean Leroy took a cigar from his pocket and gave one of his men to light it, “you come to a place without even knowing the name of the woman you fucking. It might just get you killed.”
The way Caribbean Leroy stressed his last word made Benjamin realize that he was in some deep trouble. Deeper than the ass he was buried inside. He had been in some prickly predicaments before-but nothing like this. This would be one to tell the boys once he got out of it.
“Her name is Delores,” Caribbean Leroy offered.
She didn’t look like a Delores. She looked more like a Sugar or a Cinnamon. Benjamin shook his head to rid it of those thoughts. He had bigger problems now than her name.
Caribbean Leroy took a few puffs of his cigar and watched the circles float off into the air and disappear like magic before his eyes. He wished he had the common sense that God gave him to pick a woman who was beautiful inside and outside and not solely based on what Delores offered: big ass, tight pussy, full breasts, and lips that made your dick hard when she smiled at you. His erection stirred for a few seconds but quickly deflated as he watched her naked body with another man’s dick impaled inside of her. He couldn’t get hard to fuck her, but he could get hard seeing another man fuck his woman. Ain’t this some shit! He crossed his legs slowly to hide his arousal, but his men, trained by Caribbean Leroy to look for the invisible; had already seen their Boss’ third leg grow hard and then quickly fall asleep to take another long nap. They too had grown hard and wished they had gotten to sample the sweet pussy of Delores. Cold Beers was Caribbean Leroy’s oldest associate, and he had never seen his Boss so pussy whipped for some pussy. His nose was open wider than a hooker getting double anal penetration. The old man had grown soft and Cold Beers was sure that he wasn’t fucking Delores anymore. A young girl like that needs a man with a thick stiff dick to fuck her until she’s about to lose her mind. Caribbean Leroy could barely walk a block without his asthma kicking in. Cold Beers eyed Delores discreetly from under the brim of his hat and mentally fucked her until she screamed his name.
The old man couldn’t fuck. He had a narcoleptic dick. The first few times that that they did it and he couldn’t get it up, she smiled and played the part of a good woman by telling him it was alright. Her pussy was aching to be fucked and her lips hungry to suck a young dick, but he had rescued her from that dead end job at Calabash over in Flatbush over a year ago. He had come in with his two henchmen Cold Beers and Fuck-Up like he owned the damn place. It turned out that he did.
“What can I get for you gentlemen today?” She said with complete disinterest in her voice. Her mind was on the Buju Banton reggae concert that night and she couldn’t wait to wine her sweet waist. She knew she was fine and used it to her advantage every time she needed something from a man.
They used her and she used them.
They wanted her pussy and she wanted their money. It was just business.
Caribbean Leroy heard her voice and it sounded as sweet as sugarcane to him. It had been a long time since he had eaten sugarcane, but he imagined that every part of this young thing was just as sweet. He cleared his throat and ordered his usual salt fish, dumplings, green bananas and a glass of Sorrel. He watched her walk away and the thickness of her ass hypnotized him. He knew he was in trouble at that very second. He had to have her and by the end of the week, she was living in his house with an unlimited bank account.
Their first night together still played in Caribbean Leroy’s mind as he sat there watching them in the bed that they had shared for the past year. He wondered now how many other men had been in his bed and cum all over his black silk sheets. She thought that he would be away on business in Baltimore today, but his appointment had been cancelled at the last moment. Eventually all cheaters get caught. When you least expect it and you’ve grown too comfortable in your deceit; the universe will right all wrongs and you will get your comeuppance. That first night, he had watched her undress slowly until she stood there naked with the soft light of the lamps caressing her dark skin. She was putting on a show for him to let him know that she was worth the money she had been spending quicker than a thirsty man drinking water. Her pink thongs lay in a heap at her feet and her 38D firm, youthful breasts swayed to its own inner rhythm as she approached him. Caribbean Leroy wanted to remain calm and play the part of the older man, but his emotions and thirst got the better of him. “Lemme taste that young pussy,” he growled with lust in his voice. If there was one thing Caribbean Leroy could do well was eat pussy and by the time he had finished with Delores that night; her lips throbbed spontaneously every time she rolled over in bed. He had eaten her pussy for more than an hour and only fucked her for less than five minutes. Caribbean Leroy thought he was in heaven, but Delores knew that a young hot
girl like herself would need more than a man’s tongue to keep her satisfied. The very next day, she ventured to the Bronx to meet up with an ex-boyfriend from Jamaica who was hung like a horse and spread her open like a three lane highway. Caribbean Leroy assumed that her good mood that night was because of the pleasure he had given her the night before and all of his money that she was spending. And so it began.
Benjamin’s dick had grown limp from fright as he watched the cold eyes of Caribbean Leroy and the guns that his men had drawn out. He prayed silently to God to get him out of this predicament. If God granted his wish, he would stop chasing pussy. A pussy chaser never stops chasing pussy. It’s a part of your blood. It’s who you are and even if you want to stop—you can’t. All the men in his family were pussy chasers, so Benjamin was just following what he had seen and heard all his life.
“You look kinda scared young blood,” Caribbean Leroy said to him without a trace of emotion in his voice.
Benjamin’s mind raced as he tried to find a way out of this prickly situation. He hadn’t even surveyed the apartment so he didn’t know if there were any escape routes. The good thing was that they were on the first floor.
“I need to use the bathroom,” he said meekly.
Caribbean Leroy held one finger, then two fingers.
Benjamin was confused and was about to put up one finger but thought better of it. He put up two fingers and the men laughed as he walked to the bathroom.
“I have a man outside—just in case your ass thinking about climbing out the window. He will put a bullet in that fat ass of yours.”
Benjamin didn’t think his ass was fat but it wasn’t the time to be arguing with the man who held your life in his hands.
He closed the door behind him and peaked out the bathroom window. Two more of Caribbean Leroy’s men were outside on the sidewalk and waved back to him. They were engrossed in a conversation about cricket and drinking Ting, a grapefruit flavored drink from Jamaica. Benjamin paced back and forth trying to come up with a plan, but he drew a blank. He splashed some cold water on his face and absently mindedly found a towel to wipe off his flaccid dick. He put his ear to the door and listened to Caribbean Leroy talk to Delores. Cold Beers and Fuck-Up had stepped out the room. The hurt in the old man’s voice was undeniable.
“Delores, why you do this ting to me? Everything you want—you get—and still you want more.”
It never crossed her mind that Caribbean Leroy might kill her, and Delores just took his show of force as nothing more than an act. She knew she had Caribbean Leroy whipped like a slave.
“Leroy, when was the last time you fucked me! All you want to do is eat my pussy. I need to be fucked and you’re not man enough to do the job so I had to let this asshole come with me and do your job.”
Benjamin, Cold Beers, and Fuck-Up were all listening to the conversation and shook their heads simultaneously in disbelief that this young girl had the hard clit to speak to Caribbean Leroy in that tone. They knew something that this young girl didn’t know, but she should’ve known. Every man has his breaking point as to how much shit he is willing to take from a woman, and once he has crossed that street—there is no going back.
“You know I’ve tried everything. Even went to the Chinaman around the corner for some special herbs, but nothing has worked so far.”
Benjamin almost felt sorry for the old man. He knew that he would be lost if his dick didn’t work. He couldn’t imagine going through life with a limp dick that was only good for pissing and playing dead. “So you want me to just wait around until your dick gets hard to fuck me! What the fuck am I supposed to do in the meantime? Masturbate everyday? I’m too young for that shit!”
Her words cut Caribbean Leroy deeper than any blade could have in a street fight. It hurt him more than the five times he had been shot and the doctors thought he wouldn’t make it to another day. He had done things for her that she did not even know about. He had paid off her parent’s mortgage, paid for college for her two sisters and ensured that everyone in her family circle would be left alone by the hooligans on the block. For that, he got her disrespect and another man’s dick up her ass.
“You’re a stupid little girl. I should have left you right where I found you!”
Delores didn’t know when to quit when she was ahead. “You know you wanted this young sweet pussy. I saw the way you looked at me when I served you that first day. If I was a piece of chicken, you would’ve eaten me right there.” Her last comment made her laugh so loud that her breasts shook violently.
Caribbean Leroy called for his men to get the “pussy boy” from the bathroom. His eyes scanned Delores perfect body and he wished he was twenty years younger. He would’ve fucked the shit out of her and turned her out completely. But now, he was just an old man with nothing left but his pride.
Benjamin came back in and stood in the middle of the bedroom. He was unsure of what to do next. Delores was lying on the bed on her back as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Caribbean Leroy strode to the bed and with his two huge black hands; he lifted Delores up by her dreadlocks and she swung back and forth like a rag doll. She was on her knees on the edge of the bed and his two hands wrapped around her throat to cut off her oxygen. He had never put his hands on her before and as she looked into his eyes for the first time-she saw the reflection of her death. Her words died in her throat and she swung her hands violently back and forth, but hitting him was like a butterfly trying to move a brick wall. Just when Delores thought she would blackout, Caribbean Leroy released her from his choke hold.
“You listening now,” he growled at her.
She shook her head up and down to signal yes as she massaged her throat and coughed a few times. Her eyes met Benjamin’s for a brief second and he was shaking like a leaf. This pussy clot boy would be no use to her. She would have to figure this out herself.
“Is man you want to fuck in my house! Come here boy!” Caribbean Leroy looked at Delores then signaled to Benjamin with a wave of his hand. Benjamin was too paralyzed to move so Fuck-Up and Cold Beers grabbed him around the elbow and brought him to their boss.
Caribbean Leroy’s presence seemed to fill the room, and even though it was mid-afternoon, it felt darker as if death had settled in for the day. Benjamin felt like a child standing next to Caribbean Leroy. He didn’t know where to look so he continued to look down at the floor.
“Look at me boy!” Caribbean Leroy called everybody boy, even grown men with children. It was his way of letting them know that they hadn’t earned his respect.
Caribbean Leroy took two steps back from Benjamin as if he was going to walk away, and Benjamin took the opportunity to lust at Delores. He still wanted to fuck her and his dick stirred with interest. Before he could finish leering at her, the full force of Caribbean Leroy’s giant black hand hit him across the face like the sound of thunder crackling through the sky. Caribbean Leroy slapped him so hard that he fell on to the bed right between Delores’s open legs.
“Tis my pussy you want so much—take it then boy!” Caribbean Leroy ordered Benjamin. Benjamin wasn’t sure what he wanted him to do so Cold Beers and Fuck-Up pressed their guns to his temple to make him comply. “The Bossman say to yam—so eat!” Cold Beers ordered Benjamin.
Benjamin began to slowly lick Delores’ pussy and within a few licks, she was moist. It didn’t take much to get her going. The whole thing was bizarre to him, but if it would keep him alive—he would do anything—he would even suck off all three of them if they ordered him to. Cold Beers had whispered to him before stepping away that Caribbean Leroy wanted him to make Delores come or else his brain would be splattered all over the bed. Fuck-Up whispered the same thing to Delores. Either they fuck like rabbits or else their bodies would be food for the fish in the Hudson River.
Caribbean Leroy sat back in his chair and watched the look of ecstasy come over Delores’ face with every lick and tongue thrust inside of her pussy. She had never moaned this way for him. His face cont
orted into anger then sadness then acceptance.
Delores tried to control her moaning because she didn’t want to piss off Caribbean Leroy even more, but there is something about knowing that you might die that gives you an extra rush of adrenaline. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy, her heart was beating way too fast and all she could think about was having Benjamin inside of her again. He was a pussyclot boy but he sure could fuck her pussy good. She was scared, but she was also horny. Her hips were gyrating in rhythm to Benjamin’s deep tongue strokes in her pussy and her moans were louder now. Her pussy had grown wings, Benjamin’s tongue was the pleasure that made her scream, and she was flying up in the clouds. He released her tender lips from his saturated lips and used the tip of his tongue to trace a trail of her sweetness from her belly button to her breasts. His lips found the ache in her breasts and sucked her erect nipples like a hungry baby sucking on a pacifier. He was into it now as his dick returned to its previous hardness and his curved thickness levitated at the entrance of her swollen heaven. The heat from her pussy whispered to his swollen head that she was hungry, but Benjamin held his ground still aware that Caribbean Leroy and his men were just a few feet away from them. But Delores was not to be denied; she wrapped her sinewy legs around his back, grabbed him by his ass and pulled the full length of his erection into her pussy. When pleasure calls your name it is hard to resist the lure of her seductive whisper, so Benjamin answered her mating call with his guttural moans of pleasure as he pierced the open wings of Delores’ pussy.
Caribbean Leroy, Fuck-Up, and Cold Beers were transfixed watching Delores and Benjamin fuck. They weren’t really fucking—it was more like sweet heavenly devouring. Before watching the show that was being performed before their eyes; these men believed themselves to be great lovers as do most men, but now, they envied the things that Benjamin was doing to Delores’ body. His deep strokes inside of her tender lips were like watching a concert violinist at the height of his craft. It’s too bad the motherfucker would have to die, they all thought, as her screams filled the room.
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