“No. And like I said . . . nice car.”
For the first time, Charles smiled. “Good girl,” he said. Then he sped off.
I wasn’t sure where we were headed, but it looked to me as if we were heading toward his office. He was speeding like crazy, and as we drove by many cars, people were trying to get a peek at who was inside his. Once we hit the highway, Charles tore it up. That was until we saw flashing lights behind us. He pulled over, and I watched through the side mirror as the cop got out of the car.
“You are in major trouble,” I said playfully. “And don’t ask me to help you pay that ticket, because it’s going to be very expensive.”
“I assure you that I won’t be getting any tickets today.”
“Would you like to put some money on that? I don’t care how much you’re worth. Your skin is still black.”
Charles lowered the window to address the officer. The first thing the officer did was peek into the car.
“License, insurance, and registration, please.”
“For what?” Charles said.
“You were speeding. Fast.”
“No I wasn’t. What I was doing was trying to keep up with the flow of traffic.”
“You were way ahead of traffic. Now again, I need to see your license, insurance, and registration.”
Charles tapped a button that opened a small compartment between us. He pulled out his license, then gave it to the officer. “I don’t have my insurance card on me, and my registration is in another vehicle. See what you can do to work with that.”
The officer took his license and then bent down to look at me again. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said. “What’s your name, and can I get some identification from you too?”
I reached for my purse, but Charles reached over and touched my hands. “You don’t need any identification from her. She’s not driving this car. I am.”
I didn’t want no shit, but it seemed to me as if Charles knew something that I didn’t.
The officer walked away with a slightly red face. I could tell he was pissed.
“See? You done really made him mad. He’s going to write you several tickets. And why would you not carry your insurance and registration papers with you?”
“My insurance and registration papers are right in this car. And I would have given them to him had he not approached my car with an attitude,” Charles replied, raising his window.
The officer came back in less than two or three minutes. Charles lowered the window again, and the officer handed him his license back.
“Have a good evening, sir. And slow it down a bit.”
“Will do,” was all Charles said, and then he looked both ways before taking off.
“Hold up,” I said. “What in the hell just happened back there? You were supposed to get a ticket. But all you got was a ‘Have a good evening, sir.’”
“Hey. Some of us got it, and some of us don’t. They definitely know who does, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
It left me pretty speechless too. I did, however, talk to Charles about Keith and Trina. He didn’t tell me that I couldn’t say anything about them. And all I asked was if he liked Trina and if he thought she would one day be his daughter-in-law.
“That’s for Keith to decide, not me. I don’t have an opinion about her one way or the other.”
“Do you think she’s cute? She’s a good friend of mine, but I promise not to tell her if you think she’s cute enough for your son.”
“If my son thinks she’s cute, that’s all that matters.”
“Do you expect me to believe that you don’t have any influence on your sons and their relationships? I don’t believe that for one minute, Charles. To me, it seems like you’re the kind of father who can say, ‘Jump,’ and they respond, ‘How high?’ Bryson is spoiled by his mother, not you. Am I right?”
“See, I asked you not to go there. I don’t discuss my family with strangers, so let it go and focus on something else.”
“I’m real focused. Focused on what I want and what I intend to get from this one night. The one thing that I would like for you to tell me is if you’re hard already or if you got a sock in your pants that’s making your thingy down there look massive.”
Charles didn’t want to laugh, but he did. Shook his head, too, and then pulled into the parking garage at his office building. He turned to me with his index finger pressed against his temple.
“How can you say something like that to a grown-ass man? And for the record, the only socks I have on me are on my feet. You’re a mess, Evelyn, but there’s something intriguing about you that I like. And even though I like it, I don’t want no parts of it after today. Promise me that you won’t continue to pursue me.”
“I’m bad with promises, and I often break them. Besides, even if I did make you that promise, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“No, I wouldn’t. But I will make you a promise that I intend to keep. If my wife or sons ever find out about this one-night adventure, I will, indeed, make you disappear.”
I ran my fingers across my lips, zipping them. “Your secret is safe with me.”
I followed Charles inside the building, but instead of going up in the elevator, we went down. Down into the basement, which made me a little nervous. For a minute, I thought he was tricking me. I also thought he was going to do something horrible to me, until we stopped in front of another door, which prompted him to provide a code. Charles quickly punched in a few numbers, and the door slid open. I didn’t know where in the hell we were, and I couldn’t believe this Negro had some kind of underground bunker that was set up like a real apartment. That made me even more nervous, and I hoped that he wouldn’t break out with any Fifty Shades bullshit. I wasn’t into whips or chains. Just didn’t get down like that, though I meant no offense to people who did.
I watched as Charles entered another code, which secured the door behind us. Talk about a nigga being discreet . . . He definitely was and then some. I was sure that Netta had no idea about this place. And that was why I didn’t buy that bullshit about him loving his wife and never betraying her. Most men with money, like Charles, did what the hell they wanted to. There wasn’t enough love in the world to stop them from delving into a piece of pussy if they desired it.
“Well, well, well,” I said, looking around at the spacious area that was hooked up like some shit right out of a James Bond movie. There was a lounging area, a bar area, and a section that had a Jacuzzi and a TV. A small boardroom was behind a wide expanse of glass, and a beautiful aquarium surrounded the entire space. If I told anybody about this, they wouldn’t believe me. Cameras were everywhere, and I also saw a room that monitored several different places. I had no idea what those places were, but as I began to look harder, Charles picked up a remote and shut that room down, turning it pitch black.
“Let me guess,” I said. “CIA, right?”
“No. RTF,” he replied, then took off his suit jacket and tossed it on a leather circular sofa.
“It will take forever for me to figure that out, and I think I may need some help.”
“Yes, you do.”
He stepped forward to remove my dress. After moving the top of it away from my shoulders and exposing my breasts, he asked me to turn around so he could unzip it. I did so, and when my dress fell to my ankles, I stood naked. He walked in a circle, observing every inch of my body as I stood there.
“Flawless,” he said, stopping in his tracks. “Unquestionably flawless, and I am so RTF.”
It took me a minute, but as he grabbed a nice chuck of my ass and shook it, I finally got it. “I’m ready to fuck too. Lead the way and allow me to serve you.”
Charles took my hand and directed me down a short hallway that led to a bedroom. I stood in awe as I looked at the huge round bed that was fit for a king. I honestly did not know what in the hell this man did, but I had to admit that it felt good being in his presence. The whole room was shaped like a circle. The bed sat elevated in the center
of the room, and a spacious tub was to my right. To the left was a curved TV, and another bar area was beside it. An open shower was visible too. Glass surrounded it, and it was large enough for at least twenty people to stand inside it. This was so breathtaking, and as I stood with a shocked look on my face, Charles crept up behind me. He massaged my breasts together, and I couldn’t even explain what the feeling of his gentle hands was doing to me.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered in my ear. “About my sock?”
I laughed, but trust me when I say that it was no laughing matter when he dimmed the lights, removed his clothes, laid me on that bed, and introduced me to his sock. I had never in my life tampered with a dick so big. I had to back away from that thing, because I thought he was trying to slip something else inside me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, scooting back. “What is that?”
Charles stood with pride. My eyes traveled to his package, and all I could say to myself was, Lord, have mercy on me. I had never witnessed anything like it. He planned to rupture my insides with that motherfucker. I quickly had second thoughts about this.
“Listen,” I said while sitting up on the bed, “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. You are not about to put all of that in me. I assure you that it won’t fit, and if it won’t fit, I must acquit.”
“I’m not going to let you do that, because you went through so much trouble to get me here. And now that I’m here, you don’t want it? The least you can do is try to work with it. As creative as you are, I’m sure you can come up with something to help you cope.”
I had a feeling that this was the end of my sex life. A dick that size could damage me for life. Nonetheless, after he put on a condom, I took my chances. I allowed Charles to take it real slow, but after he journeyed eleven or twelve inches deep, I couldn’t even move. My whole body stiffened. My pussy felt as if it was being stretched far, far apart. How in the hell was Netta able to handle all of this? She was brave, and I had to give her props. How could she have had two kids by this man, and why had she agreed to spend the rest of her life with him? This was too much! He kept planting soft kisses on my neck to calm me, but those kisses didn’t do much good. I touched his chest to push him back.
“I—I can’t do this. As much as I want to, I have to admit that I am way out of your league.”
Frustration was written all over Charles’s face. “Stop talking about what you can’t do, and show me what you can do. I’m going to ease it out and let you take control of this. Whatever you do, don’t waste my time. Please. And thank you.”
Well, since he had put it like that, I put my big girl panties on and did my best to take control. I started by getting on top of Charles. My legs straddled him, and as I looked between my legs, I could see his long, hard pipe, which damn near surpassed the top of my breasts. My wet coochie lips coated one side of his shaft, and when I was ready to take in a few inches, I lifted myself up high. One inch went in, then two. Two turned into five; then five switched to ten. He was about twelve inches deep again when I started to feel the pain.
“Don’t get greedy,” he said, helping to guide me. “Take it easy, and after a few more inches, you’ll be just fine.”
Shit. Not in this lifetime. I worked with what I could for a while, and I doubted that I would be able to take him all in. My pussy was sore as fuck. Even though his strokes felt nice, it was very difficult to enjoy a man this size. I could hurt myself by chasing this dick, and I now knew why this room was in a bunker, where no one could hear. Any woman who was brave enough to come down here and fuck him had to scream and holler. There was no way to stay silent, and as I moved up and down on him, my mouth stayed open. I had to catch my breath after spewing words like “shit,” “fuck,” and “damn.” Every time I made a safe landing, there I was, singing vowels and saying words that echoed loudly in the room.
“Ooh, mmm, aahhh, noooo. Please don’t move, and give me a minute.”
As Charles halted his thrusts inside me, I remained still. I released several deep breaths; then I tackled him again.
“Aahhh, yesss, yes, baby, yes! I think I’m ready for more!” I yelled.
Charles lifted his hand and covered my mouth. “Let’s try something different,” he said. “You may not like the idea of it, but it’s going to help you get through this a lot easier.” He removed his hand from my mouth.
“I don’t know what else I can do, but I’m listening,” I said.
“Allow me to secure your arms and legs. That way you can’t stop me. You won’t be able to prevent me from doing all that I want to do to you, and all we have is a few more hours together. Why not take advantage of the time and enjoy ourselves a bit more?”
I was hesitant, but what the hell? You only lived once, and I was eager to get to a point where I could thoroughly enjoy this. I held my arms together in front of me.
“Secure me. And try like hell not to hurt me.”
I slid off Charles and watched as he got off the bed and went into another room. He came back with four ropes, which he used to tie my wrists to the bed, and with my legs spread wide, he tied my ankles.
“You can get loose if you struggle hard enough, but please don’t try too hard. I want you to withstand as much pain as you can, and then you will discover how much easier this will be.”
This time, Charles lay on top of me and pecked my lips, giving me a soft kiss. I wanted to rub the back of his head, but I couldn’t. I also wanted another kiss, so I lifted my head and stuck my tongue into his mouth. The kiss was all of that and then some. I didn’t know why he held back on me, but it definitely relaxed me. So did the feel of his tongue as he licked down my neck, journeyed between my breasts, and landed in my belly button. He entertained that spot for only a few minutes, and then his tongue turned up the heat in my pussy. A very high arch formed in my back; then I pulled tightly on the ropes. The feeling was so intense that I attempted to free my legs so I could wrap them around him.
“Oh, my God,” I said, squirming around. “Help me, please.”
Charles backed his tongue out of me, making sure I was soaking wet. He turned the tip of his thick head against my hole, as if he were about to screw it in. The feel of it made me tremble all over, and without breaking down his insertions so that he went inch by inch, he rammed the whole thing inside me. My whole body jerked forward. My stomach was in so much pain. I let out a scream that was sure to bust his eardrums. Tears ran from the corners of my eyes. That was when he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Warning,” he said. “I need to do that again.”
He backed out and went full force again and again. I grunted loudly after each thrust and tugged at the ropes to attempt to free myself. No such luck. He repeated his actions, and each time he went in, it felt like I was being operated on without being given anesthesia. His dick touched something in my body that I didn’t know was there. But eventually, it started to feel real good to me. My grunts got softer and softer, and my pussy juices rained on him like never before.
“I told you, you could handle this,” he said while rubbing my trembling legs. “It’s in there, baby, all the way in there, and there’s no need to fuss anymore. Relax and let your legs fall apart so I can give you what you wished for.”
Charles gave me just that—a good ole dick beating, along with multiple orgasms. His strokes started off smooth and slow, but as things started to loosen up more, he didn’t hold back. My sweaty body squirmed all over the bed, and several times I fought hard to jump off it. The ropes helped to keep me in place. And after almost twenty minutes of being beat down by his penis, I finally felt some relief. I ground right along with him. Locked my coochie on his muscle and didn’t want to let go. When he freed my hands, I got on my hands and knees to show him just how courageous I was. But no matter how hard I tried to please him, he wound up defeating me. Broke my pussy down to an all new low. Had me spewing made-up words that were no part of the English language. I couldn’t be mad, because I
had asked for this, all of it, and he’d given me that and then some.
At almost four in the morning, it was over. Done. Complete. And there was never supposed to be seconds. I could barely walk. Pussy felt loose, and my back hurt like hell. Charles walked behind me as we made our way back to his car.
“I know a good doctor you can go to, if you need one,” he said in a playful manner.
I was exhausted and barely had enough strength to laugh at his joke. “No, thank you. Keep your doctor, and you can keep that dick too. I won’t be needing anything else like that for at least another year or two from now.”
“I doubt that, and all I will say about that is we’ll see.”
We got into his car, and almost forty-five minutes later, we were back at the hotel. He dropped me off so I could get my car and go on my merry little way. As I slowly exited his car, he reached for my arm.
“Damn. A man can’t have one last kiss before you go? You shouldn’t even be like that, especially after all that I gave you tonight.”
I could barely lean in for a kiss. It was a quick one too, and so was my final good-bye. I waved at him, then shut the door. Walked slowly to my car, drove slowly home, and took a long, hot bath when I got there. I damn near fell asleep while closing my eyes and thinking about this night, which I would never forget. Too bad I couldn’t share it with my BFF’s. Trina, for sure, would kill me.
8
Trina
It was so easy to say one thing yet do another. I had been on the phone with Sasha again. She’d called me the other day, in tears. I couldn’t ignore her calls. During our conversation, she had asked if I would come see her. Said that it wasn’t solely because she wanted to see me, but that she also wanted to get me some money, which I so desperately needed. I wanted to tell Keith, but then again I didn’t. I knew how he would react, and I had been doing my best to prevent any arguments with him. He still seemed on edge about some of the things that were going on with his family, and in order to clear his head, he was spending more time painting and going to the gym. He had also started hanging out with some friends of his, but since he always invited me to go, I didn’t trip. He had come in at around three in the morning last night. And I had just gotten off the phone with Sasha. I had pretended to be asleep, so he hadn’t bothered me.
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