Broken Vows

by C McCullough

  Chapter Twelve – franklin

  “Awe, yes suck that dick!” Jane Doe, that I met at the bar tonight swear she could suck a dick, I disagree. She needs more than just a few lessons; this chick needs an entire collection on how to suck a dick. I moaned and told her to keep going, hoping it would get better, it only got worse. She’s a cute thick, small in the waist but thick in the hip’s chocolate chick. I didn’t bother asking her, her age or name, since this will be the last time, I see her. I don’t plan on giving her my last name or putting her up in my penthouse. It is what it is; a fuck me hard & fuck me gone thing tonight.

  “I told you my head game is on point.” She had the nerve to fix her mouth to tell me. Where have she been at for the past ten minutes? My dick is semi-hard because she’s fine, but it isn’t from her mouthpiece. Her non sucking dick ass. Nah, I’m not feeling this at all.

  The last time I had a one-night stand was nine years ago, before Lola. This shit is for the birds. I urge her to stop wetting my dick all up with her spit and I slid a condom on to go inside. Maybe my dick will get hard, that way. I bend her over the green love seat couch and slid my dick into her warmth. Her pussy is tight and dry, I stroked her and stroked her, she screamed for more and I didn’t understand why if she’s so dry. “Why are you so dry?” I asked still stroking hoping I’ll hit a wet spot.

  “I don’t do condoms. It’s something about condoms that make me dry. I can get wet if you eat me. A favor for a favor?” She suggested I eat her pussy. I don’t know this chick from Adam, to be sticking my mouth on her pussy. She smells clean and look good, I guess I’ll give her a little taste.

  “I can’t take the condom off. Roll over on your back.” I smacked her on the ass. “When was the last time you had sex?” I asked her.

  “I’m a booty dessert.” She shyly laughs, covering her perfect smile.

  “Meaning?” I shrugged.

  “Meaning, it’s been awhile since I had anything. Tonight, was one of those nights to get some. I wanted to try a one-night stand. I’m not a drinking neither, so don’t judge me on my actions tonight. I just really need a good fuck. And you seem clean, so picked you. And I wouldn’t ask you to take your condom off. I’m all about protection.” Her grown words turned me on, she had to be no more than 30 years old.

  “How old are you?” I asked.

  “How old do I look?” She giggled. I gave her a look that told her, I’m not guessing. “Ok… ok… ok… I’m 38 years old.”

  I was is in total shock. Her body is banging to be 38. Chocolate never cracks “Damn girl! I would have never thought 38.”

  She giggles. If she was lighter, I could see her blushing. “Thank you. I take good care of myself.” There was something in her soft eyes that made me kiss her. She was wanting my lips on her because she didn’t stop me. She welcomed my kiss and I did with hers in returned. Her tongue taste like a mixture of mint and alcohol. I travel between her legs and dab the tip of my tongue on her clit, she clenches by the touch. I took her pinkish clit inside my mouth and sucked on it until she moaned thank you Jesus. Flickering her clit with the tip of my tongue had her screaming for more. I stuck two fingers inside her pussy to see if she was wet. Yes! She is soaking wet. Her cum formed around her pussy lips. She enjoyed my fingers breaking her in from Booty dessert to the inner city. Her eyes are closed as I surprise her with some hard dick. She moans and arched her back, following my rhythm. The enjoyment is written all over her body. Her pussy consumes all my dick, nibbling down on her bottom lip, begging for more of this golden thickness. When I was done with her, I thought it would only be right if I asked her name.

  “What is your name?”

  “Towanda and yours?” She asked as if she didn’t know.

  “You don’t know who I am?”

  “Um, no. I wouldn’t forget you, if I knew you.” She thought about it.

  “You never seen me on tv?” I asked. “Or the internet?” I’m surprised.

  “No, I haven’t. I’m not from here. I moved down here about a month ago.” She said.

  “Figures. My name is Franklin. It’s nice to meet you Towanda.”

  She welcomes me with a smile. “Nice to meet you too Franklin. I don’t know about you, but I am starving. Do you wanna go with me to waffle house, to get something to eat? My treat.”

  It feels good to have someone offer to take me out, not knowing who I am. I smile and tell her yes. We proceeded to get ready and parked at the first waffle house we see, ten minutes away from the condo. We slid into a booth closer to the bathroom to keep me from being notice from outside. It’s 2:00 in the morning, the only people who lurking the streets or at waffle house is drunks.

  “Welcome to Waffle House, my name is Mercedes and I will be your waitress. What would you two likes to drink today?” Mercedes is an amazon beauty; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Tall, caramel skin and natural curly black hair with highlights. She has my attention; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

  “Yes, I’ll have sweet tea.” Towanda answered.

  “And you sir.”

  “You.” I was dazed by her beauty and thickness.

  She frowned as if I had a booger in my nose or something. “You, whatever you recommend.” I rephrased it, so I wouldn’t sound like a creep.

  She laughs. “Oh, I’m sorry. Ok. Our orange juice is really good.”

  “Orange juice then. Thank you.” I turn around and catch Towanda watching Mercedes ass as she walks off, then act as if she’s reading her menu. “So, Towanda do you like women too?” I dived straight into it, no sugar coating.

  She shyly giggles lowering her head bashfully. “You saw that?”

  “Uh, yea! I’m sure a blind man can see that.” I lean it to talk, so the waitress doesn’t overhear our conversation. “Are you bisexually?” Which explains why she was so tight and dry; she is used to women to.

  “Yes, I’m diffidently bi and my radar is saying so is Mercedes.” She bit down on her bottom lip, looking at Mercedes as if she’s the entrée. I look too, there is no possible way that woman is bisexual. “Nah, I don’t think so She doesn’t take me as the gay type.” I said still examining Mercedes. Towanda chuckles. “I am almost positive she’s bisexual.

  “Ask her.” I told her. If she’s so positive about it, let’s see how good her radar is.

  “No, that’s too forward. Flirt with her and let’s see what happens.” She didn’t giggle, I’m assuming she’s serious. Fuck it. I’m up for a few fun and games, I need it after the day I have had. “I’m down. You go first.”

  “Where are you from and what made you want to move to Atlanta?” I was curious. She sounds as if she’s from up north. “I’m originally from Cleveland Ohio but I moved to ATL from Detroit Michigan.”

  “You moved around a lot?”

  “I’m more of a free will kind of girl. I like to explore as much as can.” She gives me that warm sweet smile again, that made me smile. “What about you, are you from ATL?”

  “Born and raised. I wanted to attend college in DC, years ago, but things didn’t turn out as planned.” I didn’t go into details about my past. “Why not? You did it for love?” She was interested in knowing about me. “Something like that.” She tried reading me. “Are you married?” She asked. I didn’t go into details about me and Lola’s marriage, so I lied. “Nah, recently divorced.”

  “Oh, I see. Your fault or hers?” She is eager to know, with her hands caressing mines. “You ask a lot of questions for a one nighter.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were asking questions too.” The waitress arrived at our table before I could respond.

  “Sorry you guys. There’s a bunch of drunks over there causing trouble. Here’s your drinks. Do you know what you wanna order?” Mercedes asked, looking stressed out and overly worked, with oil stains covering her apron. “Yea, I want the steak and eggs meal with hash brown” Towanda ordered. “And you sir?”

  Towanda interrupts me before I could speak. “No homo gir
l, but you are fucken beautiful! You shouldn’t be working at Waffle House; you need to be on the front cover of a magazine. Don’t stress yourself out over this under paying job. You’ll make a straight woman go gay. But no Bi, or gay here. I’m strictly wood. I’m just speaking the truth.” Towanda cut her eyes at me, knowing she nailed it. Mercedes asked Towanda for a hug, she was so flattered by her compliment. “Oh my gosh, you are so sweet. You don’t know how much I hear that from horny ass men that come into the restaurant. But to hear it from a woman made my day. I am so stressed out girl, I just need a drink when I get off.” Mercedes cried.

  “Girl, I know what ‘cha mean. Me and my guy just left the club and we’re about to get our drink on after we eat. Its Christmas Eve and we have nothing to do.” She could be a damn good politician. “Can I tag along with you? I’m about to get off in 30 minutes. The liquor store is closed and most of the clubs close at 3:30 am.” Mercedes jumped on band wagon quick.

  “What do you think Baby? Can she come with us?” Towanda worked her magic. I nod, “Of course. We have plenty of drinks at the condo. You’re more than welcome to come.”

  “Oh my gosh, thank you so much. Let me get your order so we can get out of here.” I gave Mercedes my order. We ate and talked, by the end of Mercedes shift the night was just beginning. When we made it to the condo Towanda had a bottle of Crown in her purse, she had given Mercedes in the car to knock out. By the time we made it to the door, Mercedes was tonguing down Towanda in the hallway with a handful of my dick in her hand.

  “Mercedes, you gotta let my dick go, I keep dropping my keys. I’mma bend ya’ll asses over in this hallway.” I open the door with the girls standing behind me still tonguing each other.

  “This is nice. Do you both live here?” Mercedes asked.

  “Nah, just me. She has her own place.”

  Mercedes jumps on me, massively kissing me, removing my shirt. “Damn you cut. You’re cute too.” She said, running her hands across my six pack. She turns to Towanda and kiss her, ripping her dress off to suck her breast.

  Towanda stopped her. “Hold on praying mantis. Let’s get a few more drinks in before we go there. Hey Frank, where’s your bar? A place like this I know you have a stash somewhere…”

  “Check the left cabinet beside the fridge. I have some Remy Martin Louis XIII Cognac Magnum in there.” Mercedes pushed me to the couch and sat on my lap, ready to ride me. She unzipped my pants and slid her hungry hands in to feel how big I am.

  “Do you have any magnums? No small condoms here.” She joked at how big I am. I pulled a magnum from my back pocket and hand it to you. “I come prepared.” She took the condom and kiss me. “That you do.”

  “I don’t get it. Why don’t they just call it Cognac Magnum? Why do they have to be all fancy with it?” Towanda is interfering with me and Mercedes fuck session with her dumb question.

  “I don’t know.” I stay focused on Mercedes who is sliding on the condom, while massaging my dick and kissing my neck. Damn she smells good, even after a long day at work. “Maybe because it’s a $10,000 bottle of liquor. It doesn’t take much, so be easy.” Mercedes lift her dress up and slid her panties to the side to insert me in inside of her. She releases a deep sigh of relieve as I go in with her eyes closed. She made circle motions on my dick.

  “Damn, $10,000, I’m sick thinking about spending that much money on a got damn bottle of liquor.” I overheard Towanda, but I’m too into Mercedes sexy ass, riding my dick.

  “Oh, my fucken gosh, you feel so good inside of me!” Mercedes scream, this time griping the couch behind my head with both hands, she bounces on my dick. “Yes, give me this dick baby! She grinds and I pound her, shoving my dick deeper into her wetness, she’s screams.

  “Here, drink.” Towanda comes behind me and pours a shot of Cognac down my throat and does the same to Mercedes then kisses her. Seeing them kiss turned me on and watching Mercedes tits bounce as I pound her made me want Towanda too. “Get over here!” I told Towanda and flipped Mercedes on her knees onto the couch.

  “Wait until I cum, I’m almost there, big guy.” She pushes me in deeper by my ass, begging for me not to stop. Towanda stood beside me naked with her breast in my mouth. “Oh, yes, I’m almost there! Oh, yes, I’m almost there!” Mercedes pussy walls tighten as the cum drizzle down my dick. I took off the condom and put a new one for Towanda and bent her over the couch and fucked the shit out of her. This has got to be the best day of my life. What was I thinking trying to be with another woman, when I can have shit like this every day? After Me and Towanda finished, Mercedes was ready for round two, but my nuts needed a rest. We clasped on the couch with me sitting in the middle. It’s 5am in the morning and I feel myself heavily drifting off.

  “You okay Franklin?” Towanda asked, shaking me. Everything began to get blurry; I was no longer in control of my own body. Something wasn’t right. My body felt heavy and restless. I tried to speak but my words would not seep from my mouth. What the fuck is going on?

  “Damn Wanda, how much did you put in his cup?” I faintly hear Mercedes ask Towanda. My throat felt swollen I was fading away slowly, trying to regain my strength to get up but I fell to the floor. My eyes fluttering until my body shut down.

  Chapter Thirteen - towanda

  “Is he dead?” Mercedes panicked, biting down on her short fingernails, pacing the floor.

  “Will you calm the fuck down!” I reached down to poke Franklin on the side.

  “Bitch, what are you doing? Feel his pulse!” She snapped.

  “How do you do that? I only seen it in movies.” I don’t know shit about checking a pulse, I ain’t no damn doctor, I’m a waitress for Apple Bee’s for fucken sakes.

  “Move Wanda!” Mercedes shoves me out the way to check his pulse. “He has a pulse. Got damn girl, how much mickey did you put in his drink?”

  “Shit, I don’t know. I thought it was only a drizzle. I must have underestimated that Remy Martin and poured too much.” Damn, my second time fucking up a job in two weeks. If D. finds out, I’ll be in the porter potty for weeks this time.

  “Let’s hurry and get what we need and get the fuck outta here.” Mercedes moved fast to gather her things and wiped fingerprints off everything. I searched his wallet. “Damn, how many credit cards does a nigga need?”

  “Just grab it and let’s go. Get that bottle, we can sell that for a lick on Boulevard and 2nd after-

  Something in Mercedes hand frighten her but I was too busy going through his kitchen drawls to find more money. “Wanda, where did you say you met this guy?”

  “Ned’s, why?” It had to be something good. I stopped what I was doing to join her. What I saw was not good.

  “You idiot! We are at the Mayors condo! How the fuck you didn’t know he was the Mayor?” Mercedes panicked again, biting her nails.

  “You fucked him too, how come you didn’t know?”

  “Oh, my gosh! He seen my face and I’m in the fucken system. I knew I shouldn’t had let you pick him! But no, you just had to go off and pick someone that could potentially fuck up our whole operation. I’m too young to go to jail. Your thirty-eight, you practically lived yo’ life so, you can take the charge bitch.”

  “Bitch shut up! Ain’t nobody going to jail. What we need to worry about is D., if we don’t have at least six grands today, we dead. Grab what you can and let’s get the hell up outta here.

  “Girl, he’s so fine.” Mercedes admires his tight ass sitting up in the air, as he lays on the floor.

  “Yeah, he is. Aint he.” I admire him too. “Come on let’s go. And try not to look upwards in the elevators, hallways and lobbies, there’s cameras everywhere.”

  “I know the drill.” She replied and we were out.

  chapter fouthteen – mateo

  I’m still in disbelief that all this shit went down yesterday. I couldn’t sleep a lick last night, knowing my wife could be in bed with another man is killing me. It’s Christmas morning and the first holiday we
will spend without her. How selfish can she be to not be here with her son on Christmas Day. Then my family showing up causing mayhem only made matter’s worst. It’s 5 am and I’m sitting in our lounge room drinking whiskey, trying to wrap my mind around Shay cheating.

  “Big Bro, are you still up?” Sophia comes out of the downstairs guest room wearing a burgundy silk pants pajama, rubbing the cold from her eyes.

  I down my shot of whiskey. “Yea, I can’t sleep. Can you believe she was sleeping with him for three years straight, without me knowing?” I wanted to throw my glass across the room but didn’t want to wake Junior. “Fuck, how could I be so stupid!”

  “Don’t say that. You’re not stupid. You were in love.”

  “Even after all of that, what is even more stupid is… I still love her; I just need to talk to her.” I wanted to cry but my tears refuse to fall. My sis took a seat next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. “I know you do. Considering what you both have been through, maybe it’s better for ya’ll to have sometime apart. I know how it is to lose a child Big Bro and it’s not easy, it tore me and Ronald apart, when I had my miscarriage. He was so insensitive with my feelings; He wanted me to get over it overnight. Maybe she’s-

  “I cheated. Not once, not twice but with several women. I think it’s my payback.” I admitted. I was soaking in my own guilt. Sophia backed up, with disgust written all over her face.

  “What do you mean you cheated? When?”

  “When Junior was one years old. It started off with me and Dino hitting up casino’s, to me hitting up women. It became a fetish; I couldn’t stop.” This was my first time admitting this to my sister, she knew nothing about my affairs.