[2016] Muti Billionaire's Desire

by PN Books

  "Good luck next week against the eagles," he said. "I'll be rooting for you. Sort of. But not really."

  Kenny chuckled. "Don't worry about it."

  They smiled at each other, then they each came over and hugged Janelle. It was such a strange situation. One that she would never have imagined.

  Chapter 10

  The next Sunday Janelle invited Uncle Johnny over for dinner. That had been their ritual for the last five months. She'd grown tired of hearing him complain about the plain and flavorless meals that his doctors were restricting him to because of the stroke. He also hated all the pills that he had to take. He was a fighter, a stubborn man who didn't like to show emotion but she saw that things were really getting to him.

  She decided that every Sunday she would have him over to her apartment. It wasn't easy to cook meals for him. There were so many things that she had to measure precisely. He was on a pretty strict low-sodium diet.

  But she still tried her hardest to make the meals as delicious as possible. That night she was making curry chicken breasts with basmati rice. It was a little something different for him. He wasn't the type of guy that tried a lot of different ethnic foods, besides Chinese and Italian.

  He usually kept it simple. That might've been the problem. All that fast American food, high sodium, high in sugar, high in just about everything that wasn't good for you. And the way people ate that stuff, the way Americans craved it day after day no matter what it was doing to their bodies in the short or long-term, it was like they were really getting high from it.

  The chicken was almost done. Its aroma filled the kitchen with a wonderful scent. Uncle Johnny was on the couch, flipping through channels. When she heard him get up off, she turned around to see where he was going. He paused in front of the kitchen table, looked down.

  "What are all these books here?" He asked. “It's a mess."

  Janelle smiled and tried to ignore the question. She was doing it again. She was really doing it again and this time, she wouldn't let anything get in her way. February 6. 185 West Broadway NY, NY. New York law School.

  "I was just doing a little studying," she said, not sure how else to explain herself to Uncle Johnny.

  Johnny began flipping through one of the books, then he held it up in front of his face and frowned.

  "LSAT preparation, 2016," he read out loud. "Seems like you're doing a lot more than a little studying.”

  Janelle stepped away from the oven, sighed and turned towards Johnny. For a few moments, they stared at each other in silence. Janelle could've sworn that she saw tears welling up in his eyes. He smiled, squeezed his head in his hands. His lips began quivering. Janelle's eyes open wide with fear. She rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around him.

  "Is everything okay?" She asked him in a panicked voice. "Do you need me to call the doctor? An ambulance?"

  "Oh stop it," he said. "Get away from me with all that crap."

  Janelle took a step back, startled by the sudden change of his mood. But not even the harshness of his voice could mask the streams of tears that began to run down his cheeks. She smiled at him lovingly, then wrapped her arms around him again. This time, he didn't push her away. Instead he pulled her tighter to him.

  "She would be very proud," he said. "Very proud."

  That was all Janelle could take. She had to go to the bathroom for tissues. That image, the last image she had of her mother, tubes coming out of her body, her soul slowly drifting from her, as she floated to another realm where she would no longer have to endure the agonies of chemotherapy, the misery of seeing her life slowly and inexorably reduced to nothing.

  After the meal, Janelle and Uncle Johnny sat down on the couch. As usual, Uncle Johnny grabbed the remote control. But instead of turning to football, he went directly to Janelle's favorite network, Bravo. And landed on her favorite show, The Real Housewives of Atlanta.

  Janelle didn't know what to say. He had never done that before.

  "There's no football on tonight?" She asked, confused.

  "No football?" he said. "Hardly. The Giants are playing the Eagles. But I want you to watch what you—"

  "What?" Janelle screeched, nearly jumping off the couch. "That's tonight?"

  But she didn't give him a chance answer, quickly snatching the remote from his hands. Uncle Johnny stared at her as if he thought she'd lost her damn mind, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

  "Yes, get him!" Janelle said, jumping happily off the couch and clapping her hands loudly in the middle of the living room.

  "Will you sit down?" Uncle Johnny said. "It's only the first play the game."

  Janelle sat back down on the couch, her face beaming with excitement. Seconds later she was clapping her hands again. Kenny had run the ball for 15 yards. First down Giants.

  Uncle Johnny began clapping as well, hooting and howling excitement.

  "I don't know what's gotten into you," he said. But whatever it is, I hope you get more of it."

  Janelle blushed and covered her mouth to hide her giggling, a mix of excitement and embarrassment. Her whole body felt hot. She knew exactly what had gotten into her. And she was definitely looking forward to getting more it.

  She’d already made plans to attend a Giants game with Monet before the end of the season. Monet didn’t quite believe that Janelle actually wanted to go to another game. Janelle wasn’t sure how to explain her change heart, which was really a change of desires. There would be plenty of time for explanations.

  She couldn’t wait to get back into both of the teams’ locker room. Many nights, she would touch herself, imagining all the fun she could have in those sacred male spaces. Of course, those were only the nights she didn’t spend with either Thomas, Kenny or sometimes both of them. Oh yeah, all three of them will be getting together for a long time.

  THE END

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  Swirling with the Jock

  Charmaine stepped off the treadmill and wiped the sweat from her brow. It had been a long time since she'd worked out so hard. Her muscles ached, but it was a good ache. She'd pushed herself past her limits. She looked at her luscious brown skin, covered in a layer of sweat, and smiled. She had the hips, thighs, and full breasts that easily turned men’s heads.

  Even in an upscale gym like Equinox, she got plenty of attention from the male members. She'd even caught a few of the female members checking her out on occasion. All that attention gave her a full body thrill. It's what kept her coming back to the gym.

  Maybe that wasn't quite true. Maybe she worked out because she enjoyed working up a sweat and feeling like she was alive when her adrenaline was pumping.

  A blond hunk walked in front of the treadmills and towards the locker rooms. Charmaine kept her eyes fixed on him.

  Charmaine had never been with a white man before. Of course, like most of her African-American girlfriends, she had entertained the idea. No, she'd done much more than entertain the idea, she thought to herself with a smile. Many a night she'd stroked her pussy, moving her fingers in and out while imagining a handsome blue-eyed, blond-haired Viking pounding away at her pussy, making her submit to his will, while juices leaked out of her and down her thick mahogany thighs.

  She could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. She kept her eyes locked on the blonde hunk as he sauntered into the men's locker room, head held up high, eyes looking straight ahead. She loved that intensity, that masculine fire that seemed to burn within him. That was the kind of man she needed. That's what was missing in her life.

  She wasn't going to leave the gym
until he came out of the locker room until she had a chance to talk to him. If she went home without saying anything to him, there's no way that she would've been able to get him out of her mind. He would've haunted her every thought, her dreams, fantasies, and nightmares. His beautiful blond hair and piercing blue eyes would be there staring at her, challenging, beckoning her.

  "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" He asked cocking his head to the side, smirking at her arrogantly. As if he knew that her pussy was dripping wet for him, that her mouth was hungry to take his big hard, cock.

  Was she free that night? For him, she would be free anytime. But there was no need to tell him that, she’d learned that it was always good to keep men a little bit in the dark and anxious about what she was actually thinking.

  "Maybe,” she said. "Where do you plan on taking me?

  "I know a few places," he said. He reached down and adjusted his crotch.

  Transfixed, Charmaine stared down at the big bulge. It looked huge, hard and long. She'd never seen or held or kissed or slurped a white man's cock before. It was such a hot, taboo fantasy of hers. But up until this point, that's all it had been: a fantasy.

  Charmaine hopped in her black BMW and zoomed out of the parking lot. During the drive home, her whole body vibrated with pleasure. She couldn't wait tomorrow night's date. She knew that it's all she would be able to think about. There was no way that she would be able to get much work done in the office tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to get that gorgeous face out of her mind no matter how hard she tried.

  When she got home to the privacy of her bedroom, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to have an incredible orgasm, an absolutely incredible orgasm that would push her over the edge with pleasure and drive her wild with desire for Brian.

  As Charmaine's body rose on the bed, across town Brian stripped out of his pants and tight spandex. His big cock flopped between his muscular legs. While the shower water ran, he stood in front of the mirror flexing, smiling, impressed as always with his beautifully sculpted physique. This was the body that had made him such a competitive and feared professional football player. It was also the body that still hadn't quite recovered from a serious knee injury two years ago, the injury that had finally ended his career, well before he reached his potential.

  Having to retire before the age of 30 was something that he would've thought unimaginable. He'd played football since he was a young boy, tossing the ball around with his father at whatever military base he happened to be stationed at that month. Football ran in his blood. And when everything had ended, when he could no longer put on the cleats and pads and helmet and run out of the tunnel like a madman going to war, his life seemed empty and without meaning.

  Since his forced early retirement, he'd struggled to find direction in his life. Everything was so much easier when he was a football player. Every day he had a routine, a schedule that would keep him focused and on track. Whenever his mind began to wander or he got distracted, there was always a coach or teammate or an agent to shake him back into gear. He'd heard from plenty of guys that post-football life would be tough. He’d expected that and he'd deal with it. He just hoped that things would get a little easier as time went by.

  After Brian showered and dressed, he sat down on the couch with a beer and flicked on the TV. His cock was throbbing in his pants. Like his professional playing days, his playboy bachelor days were also finished, or at least, they seemed to be winding down to an end. But maybe all he needed to do was play the field a bit more, a few more conquests, a threesome with a famous actress and model. It had been a couple months since he'd really felt his mojo flowing back into his body, giving him a renewed sense of hope, a new sense of purpose.

  That thick mahogany beauty from the gym had his cock rock hard from the first time he'd laid eyes on her. He'd always had an appreciation for African-American women, but as yet, he never had the chance to date one. Or maybe that wasn't true, maybe he had passed up the chance before, not knowing whether or not they would accept a white man. He thought that those sorts of taboos would've been done away with by now.

  Both his mother and father were in the military, so he had to travel a lot in his childhood. He'd grown up around all different types of children: white, black, and everything in between. He'd learned to look beyond the surfaces of things, but more importantly of people.

  Someone rang the buzzer to his condo. Brian turned down the volume on the TV, took a long sip from his beer, and listened to the buzzer. He hadn't been expecting anyone and he really didn't like it when people came over unannounced. He'd had to tell more than a couple of his friends, especially the drunken wild, ones not to do that. They all promised to respect his wishes and it had been a long while since anyone of them had broken their word. Who could it be? He wondered. He drained the last of the beer, got off the couch, and walked towards the intercom.

  "Hello," he said. "Who is this?"

  "Hey, baby. It's me, Michelle."

  Brian closed his eyes. “Fuck!” He said, leaning his back up against the door.

  Michelle was one of his clients at the gym. She paid top dollar and he provided her with top-notch service. He could tell from the way that she looked at him, that she was trouble. She pinched his butt cheeks every now and then, and licked her lips as she looked up and down his body, pausing and evaluating the bulge in his spandex shorts with a particular interest. She wanted something more than the relationship that they presently had.

  While he found her attractive, Brian had been able to keep his dick in his pants so far. But he didn't know how much longer he was going be able to hold out.

  Michelle walked into Brian's apartment like she owned the place.

  "Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all. I see that you've spent some of your money wisely.

  There was no question that Brian took pride in his luxury apartment but he knew that this woman, who was probably 7 or 8 years older than him, most likely had not come over to talk about interior design. She was wearing a tight white top, which beautifully showed off her abundant cleavage and blue cutoff shorts that barely covered her sun-kissed thighs. Brian didn't know what was wrong with him but he could feel his cock rising, palpitating, filling with blood. This isn’t what he wanted. No, not at all.

  "Michelle, I'm sorry," Brian said. "I really have someplace to be."

  Michelle smiled, full of lust and confidence. She wasn't going to turn around and walk out of the apartment that quickly. He was going to have to be a lot stronger in his rejection if he was ever going to send the right message. She walked towards him, eyes fixed on him the whole time, and put her hand on his hard muscular chest.

  "I saw you talking to that black woman today at the gym," Michelle said as she pressed her knee into Brian's crotch, ever so gently, smiling as she felt him growing harder and longer and stronger.

  A lusty smile danced on her lips. This is what she'd been waiting for, planning for, angling for just the right moment to make her move. And here it was. There was no way that Brian would risk losing her as a client. She would find a way to make him submit to her. Even if he didn't find her as attractive as some of the younger women at the gym, she was determined to have her way with him. She would lick, suck, and fuck the hell out of every pore of his rock hard body. Out of all the hot men at the gym—and at Equinox, hot men seemed to be a dime a dozen—he still managed to stand out. Once they started hooking up regularly, she would be sure to get plenty of pictures of them together—in bed cuddling, kissing, lovemaking. She planned on keeping those pictures in a safe place.

  Brian furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes. His face darkened. Who the hell was this woman? Why did she think she could show up to his apartment unannounced and uninvited? He was neither her boyfriend nor her lover, not in the past nor the present. He desperately wanted to be a nice guy, and a respectful gentleman, but he realized that Michelle wasn't the type of woman who would respond to a subtle rejection or slight brush-off.

>   No, that would definitely not be enough for her. Once she fixed her mind on something, she went after it with the energy and persistence of a pit bull. He'd seen her do that plenty of times in the gym. Her thin frame, light brown hair, and green eyes belied her wild, stubborn spirit.

  Brian put both his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes. He tried to look as compassionate as possible.

  "I'm sorry, Michelle," he said. "I really am. But I don't think that—"

  Michelle pressed a finger to his lips.

  "Don't say a word, baby," she said. "I think I know just what you need."

  She let her hand slide down his chest, reached under his untucked button-down shirt and rubbed his hard abs, licking her lips, gazing into his eyes, and beginning to get wet. She placed her hand on top of the hard bulge in his pants and squeezed.

  Brian closed his eyes and moaned. He knew that he was in trouble now. He knew that you would regret this whether it was the next day, the next week, or maybe right after he orgasmed. He would definitely regret it.

  Michelle got down on her knees and began tearing at Brian's belt buckle.

  "Fuck," Brian said as he felt her warm hand reaching into his boxers and pulling out his stiff member.

  *****

  When Michelle finally left Brian's apartment several hours later, he lay on the bed, sweaty, panting, and completely exhausted. It had been a long time since he'd gotten such a good workout in the bedroom. She was a hot-blooded cougar who knew how to get what she wanted.

  Brian stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't help wondering about the trouble that he just got himself into. This wasn't the kind of woman who was just going to back off, wait for him to call, and make the next move. There was little chance of that. That lusty bitch, no matter how much she had to do, how much effort she had to put in, she would be sure to stay on his tail. She'd already been divorced twice, according to the sob story that she told Brian one day at the gym.