Scandalous Motives- Heartless Reactions

by Red Snapper

  Leonard Le’Doux, Jr. About 101,576 words

  Author pseudonym: “Redsnapper”

  12620 West 65th Terrace

  Shawnee, KS 66216

  (913) 620-6002

  leonardledouxjr@kc.rr.com

  Scandalous Motives: Heartless Reactions

  Urban Erotica Bliss Series – Part III

  By

  Redsnapper

  Chapter 1

  Ratasha stared out the window of the plane began its decent into Los Angeles. She knew that leaving Kansas City was the right thing to do, as she was trying to decide what would be best for her and Javon Jr. She looked down at her son, as she thought, “I know Javon will not understand this, but I just can’t take Maxwell’s harassment anymore.” “After we settle here, I will call him and let him know where we are!”

  The flight attendant was walking the aisle, making sure, everyone had their seats up, and trays secured as the Captain came over the intercom, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now in our final approach to Los Angeles International Airport.” “Please continue to keep you seatbelts fastened and secure until we come to a final stop before grabbing your carryon baggage.” “Please ensure that all electronic devices are turned off and secure.” “The temperature is 75 degrees and sunny.” “We hope you had a pleasant flight and we thank you for flying with us.”

  After about twenty minutes, the plane landed, as Ratasha and Javon Jr., were now strolling in the airport terminal. She glanced around nervously as she waited for her cousin to meet her in the terminal. Finally, her cousin, Richard strolled into the terminal. As soon as he saw her, he immediately rushed over greeting her. He stared at her with “a sorry I was late” expression as he said, “Ratasha, I am so sorry that I was late!” “Let me see the baby!”

  He looked at the child and said, “Oh my, he is a handsome one!” “Let’s go and get your bags.” “How was your flight?”

  She stared up at him, with a “what am I doing here” expression as she replied, “Richard the flight was okay, but I was so scared because we are in so much trouble.” “Maybe we should not have brought you into this!”

  Richard looked at her and said, “What is family for?” “If I can’t help, Ratasha, who will?” “You just relax and let us help you!”

  Ratasha smiled as she walked with him to the baggage claim location. She finally began to feel as if she could be safe from Maxwell and Javon although she knew it was for a brief minute.

  Meanwhile, back in Kansas City, the homicide unit and the Crime Scene Investigation Forensic Team was now at the scene of the crime where earlier that afternoon, Maxwell Costantino and two of his closest bodyguards were found assassinated. There seemed to be about thirty uniform police officers on the scene as Detectives Dryer and Harper entered into the apartment building. The place was a total mess as blood and guts were all over the floor and walls of the scene. So much blood on the floor and walls made the place simply reek with death.

  Dryer and Harper finally walked up to one of the uniformed officers, as he began to brief them.

  “Detective Dryer, Detective Harper, my name is Officer Jonesboro, I was the first officer on the scene and found this mess.”

  “Officer Jonesboro, Who is the Vics,” replied Detective Harper.

  Jonesboro glanced at Detective Harper, smiling as he opened his notepad and began to brief them.

  “The victims are one Maxwell “No Shit” Costantino, Jason “The Juice” Kilgore, and James “Needle Nose” Newman.” “We believe Mr. Costantino and his henchmen were here in the loft when the perpetrator came in, took out Mr. Kilgore first, killing him using a ice pick instrument or something, sticking it in his left temple, then he walked up to Mr. Newman, shooting him with a Glock 19 in the back of his head.” “The assailant must have waited for Mr. Costantino to come out of the loft or lured him out somehow, so he could pick him off out here.” “Looks like the assailant used an Uzi submachine gun to take out Mr. Costantino, than finishing him off with a Glock 19 to the forehead.” Mr. Costantino was the owner of this loft.”

  Harper looked at Dryer and said, “This Costantino isn’t this guy part of the Costantino Crime Family?”

  Dryer glanced at Harper as she replied, “Yeah, he was one of the family’s lieutenants that was put here in the Kansas City area…oh…about eight years ago.” “He is the third son of the Don himself.”

  Dryer looked at Harper and shook his head as he thanked the police officer for the information. Harper looked at Dryer as she said, “Do you think that Deveraux or James are involved in this shit?” “This was not just any other murder, this was a professional execution!”

  Dryer looked at her and said, “Yes, you are right, it was a hit, but who did Costantino piss off that they felt he deserved this end?”

  Harper replied, “I don’t know but we do know that he was connected with the mafia so maybe he pissed off the boss?”

  Dryer glanced at her smiling, “You think the Don had his own son executed?” “Now that is fuckin’ interesting.” “Have some of the police officers check on the whereabouts of Brian Deveraux and Dr. Javon James and let me know if they find out anything.”

  As Detective Harper went to relay his orders to a couple of uniforms, Dryer walked into the loft. He closely observed the CSI Team, as they began combing the scene, looking for clues. He stopped one of the officers and said, “Make sure you check everything, don’t leave anything to chance!”

  The officer nodded in the affirmative as he continued on his mission. Dryer thought, “Deveraux, I know you are mixed up in this somehow, I just can’t put my finger on it, but I will…I will!”

  Dryer walked over to Maxwell’s body, observing it for clues. He inspected around it, over it and everywhere, in the hopes that the killer left some type of sign or a clue. As Dryer leaned over the foul-smelling corpse, he could not help but stare down at his lifeless body, eyes, and mouth still open as he lay there dead. He tried to swat the numerous flies that were buzzing around the bodies, as the humidity was very warm and the temperature in the city was around 98 degrees. After searching the whole vicinity, all he came up with was nothing. As he began to pull off his rubber gloves, walking away, he instructed the forensic personnel to continue their search of the crime scene. He shook his head in disbelief as he strolled over to Detective Harper. She was just finishing an interview with the witness who discovered the bodies when he said, “Whoever did this job made sure they left no evidence?” “I searched around the bodies and in the loft, but I didn’t find shit.”

  Detective Harper looked at him with a “I can’t believe you expression” on her face as she instructed the woman to leave. She made sure the witness was clear before she replied, “Hey Dryer, calm down and let the CSI personnel do their job.” “I’m sure this killer or killers were not as flawless as they may seem.” “We will catch the killers, but I think…no, I know this was a mob assassination.”

  “Fuck yeah it is Harper!” “I need you to go check on James.” “I will pay Deveraux a visit.” “Let me know as soon as you get something.” “We got to stop this before more bodies are found somewhere.”

  Across town, Shareefah and Regina were having lunch and discussing their recent sexual escapade. They were both stunned as they continued to discuss Kyle’s brand new behavior.

  “Girl, I could not believe your boy Kyle, taking that dick up his ass like that!”

  Shareefah, now embarrassed, put her finger on Regina’s lips, as she scoped around the room, ensuring that no one could hear their conversation.

  “Girl, you are talking entirely too loud!” “People will hear you!”

  Regina laughed, as she gazed at
Shareefah, but Shareefah’s facial expressions on her face proved that she was embarrassed about her man's newfound secret.

  Shareefah whispered to Regina, “How long did he think he was going to keep this shit from me?” “What is wrong with these men?” “This on the down low shit is fuckin’ crazy!”

  “Now Shareefah, we can’t judge them, besides we’re just as guilty because we are always in bed together, getting our freak on too, so what if he’s getting some dick.”

  Shareefah gazed at Regina with a serious expression on her face saying, “Oh…now that my man is getting his asshole fucked it okay!” “When you found out that your man was sucking dick, you freaked out!”

  Regina stared down at her menu, than she glanced up at Shareefah and responded.

  “Okay, I deserved that one.” “The question is what are we going to do about this shit?” “Are we going to leave them alone or just have a remarkable time enjoying the fucking and sucking that we have endured over the past several months?”

  Shareefah picked up her glass of Chardonnay and sipped it as she thought how to answer that inquisitive question. She pondered for a while, and then she finally answered. “We need to find some type of swingers club or group.” “How would you like to belong to a group that you could have as much sex as you wanted with no strings attached?” “I am afraid that if we stay with these guys they will eventually want some type of commitment.” “Especially Kyle, he’s trying to be straight, but he knew deep down he was feeling Bradford.” “He should have been honest with me…I was honest with him.”

  Regina replied, “I think you are being too hard on him, but the idea of belonging to a swingers club sounds intriguing to me.” “I’d say we investigate that!” “I could sure use something like a club with no strings…just fuckin’ fun!”

  Shareefah smiled, as they both picked up their wine glasses, clang them together and in unison said “Cheers!” After they emptied their glasses, they looked at each other and laughed as the server brought their meals.

  Dorinda was staring down at Walter as he laid there with his eyes closed. She looked at him as she thought, “This man is one fine ass brother.” “I would love to keep him, but I think he needs something more then what I can offer him.”

  She picked up the card on the nightstand that read in French; Laissez l’amusement commencer (Let the fun begin). She then turned the card over and read the back in fine print, “Une fois que vous allez noir vous ne reviendrez jamais (Once you go black you never go back).” After reading the card, she laughed, as Walter’s eyes opened. He stared up at her and she immediately began kissing him. He gladly received her tongue as it slid deep into his mouth.

  After about three minutes, she broke the kiss and said, “Turn over baby, face down, with your hands under your head.” “Just relax, and enjoy the moment baby,” she purred. She then moved to kneel between Walter’s spread legs, taking some massage oil, pouring it onto the palm of her hands and when it was nice and warm, spread her palms out across from his neck to the end of his shoulders, along his arms to his elbows. She began to give him a nice firm soothing rub, working her way back to the middle of his neck, her thumbs working their way up his neck, fingers on the outside of his neck, kneading up and down.

  She moaned as she reached for more massage oil, warming it up with her hands and then spreading it down the middle of his back. Her thumbs were working their way down his spine with her fingers splayed and kneading his skin along the way. She continued moving to the sides of his chest, with her thumbs and fingers working along his sides, up and down, up and down.

  She reached for more oil as she was now moving in a circular motion, working her thumbs and fingers at the sides of his waist, moving down to his hips, making their way across to the middle of his back.

  She continued dribbling baby oil on the base of his back. Her palms were now moving over his tight ass, first one cheek, then the other. While pouring some oil onto his cheeks – he began to buck a little because it was cool against his skin. Soon her hands were spreading the oil out, her thumbs working down his tight ass and down the backs of his muscular thighs, warming him all over, moving up and down, over and around the outside of his thighs, her thumbs lightly brushing the apex of his legs. Walter began to buck again with sensation as she scooting down a little lower between his now quivering legs. She continued to pour some oil down the lower parts of his legs, working her thumbs and fingers into his tight muscles, moving around the backs of his knees, along his calves and then making her way up, kneading in circular motions, back past his ass to his back. She continued working her way back up until she reached his shoulders again.

  Now it was getting hot as she made him turn over on his back. When he did, his throbbing hard dick stood up at attention. She thought, “Wow…this is what I’m working with?”

  She instructed him to put his hands behind his head as she began to pour some oil across his chest. He began to squirm a little because the oil was cool against his heated skin. She continued rubbing him in a circular motion across his chest, moving over his hardened nipples, rolling her fingers around and pulling gently, then smoothing her palm over them feeling them rigid against her palms. Soon she was pouring more baby oil around his stomach area, making his muscles contract by the contact of the oil and her hands on his skin. Her hands slowly moved around in circular motions, making her way across his stomach, down his hips, along the top of his tight thighs, the outer edges, down past his knees to his shins. She continued to work her way back up to his thighs eventually reaching his pulsating shaft.

  She was now extremely aroused as she began to trickling some oil around the base of his throbbing prick, she massaged around the base of his love tool, working her way up the length of his dick. She skillfully feather her fingertips lightly over the head of his dick, making him slightly quiver, as a little precum was now mixed in with the oils. Suddenly she moved her hands up and down his throbbing love muscle, stroking him lightly but firmly, pushing his dick back, her hands making their way to his balls and her thumbs firmly massaging them. Walter moaned as he felt his already pulsating dick getting harder, as her hands were so warm and smooth to the touch.

  As she continued to masturbate him, Walter was groaning, with his hips bucking wanting more. She continued to serve him, cradling her hands around his massive dick. She pushed his swollen dick back gently and moved it down to kiss its length along the underside. He let out a sensuous squeal as she continued to work her way from the base of his dick to the top - slowly - making her way to the top and rolling her tongue around the outside of the head of his dick, lightly flicking her tongue across the slit, and planting a tender kiss on the head.

  She glanced up at Walter’s face as she began to move her mouth down over the top, her tongue down one side; it was warm, moist, and gliding down the length of his dick. Dorinda’s teeth lightly grazed down the outside of his dick, as he continued to buck in excitement, wanting her to take more of him; her hands were working up and down, up and down the length of his long shaft. Her mouth and hands were moving in unison, meeting each other at the center. Her fingers at the same time working around his balls and kneading them, making him go buck wild.

  As she sucked his dick vigorously, his fingers were running through her hair, around her ears and along her sexy jaw, as he watched her taking his shaft down to his balls. All he could do was close his eyes as she served him with extreme pleasure. Suddenly, she moved away from him taking one of his fingers into her mouth, sucking on it.

  Walter soon got the message as he gently push her backwards on the bed, turning her over and making her kneel on all fours in front of him. Her bootylicious ass was now sticking up in the air as his fingers moved along her clit.

  “Oh, you’re so wet,” said Walter as he continued to inspect her goods.

  Moving down further, he spread her pussy lips, licking from one hole to the other with a slow, broad tongue leaving her shivering. He continued to tease her with little t
ongue flicks over her ass and then back to her clit while pushing one finger, then two, into her smooth pussy.

  Dorinda was now squirming, as she began to moan with desire. She was now in desperate need of an orgasmic release as she took his pulsating dick into her hand, spreading her pussy lips with her other; Walter teasingly smoothed his dickhead up and down her clit, making her move back and forth, chasing his head. Walter was enjoying making her beg as he slowly pushed an inch into her a little at a time. When three-quarters of his dick was in her sopping wet cunt, his hands move to her hips, and started pumping against her ass like a well oiled machine, in and out - in and out.

  She was now gasping for air as he pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow, fucking her with all he had. Walter pulled her beautiful wavy long hair as he exclaimed, “Bitch, this is what you get for making me wait on this pussy!”

  All she could do was move her hands to her clit to stroke it. She felt his dick as it pushed deeper into her. Her fingers felt around as he continued to push into her more and more.

  Walter continued pounding harder, like a squirrel trying to get a nut, as she grabbed the backboard of the bed for better support and rising up, so he could move his hands around to her titties and fondle them. Bringing her back into his chest, he began to play with her nipples, as his warm uneven breathing was now against her ear and down her neck.

  Walter was pumping her pussy now more... more... and then pushing her down, he thrust as deep as he could into her pussy screaming, “Oh Yeah…Here it is!” I am CUMMING!”

  When she felt his cum spurt deep into her pussy, she immediately began to climax as well.

  “OH FUCK… Here it CUMS…Oh…SHIT!”

  As they both climaxed, he spurted his nut all in her pussy, her pussy automatically contracting around his spurting tool. He slipped his dick out of her pussy and spread his still spurting juices over her ass and the small of her back. He also took his free hand and began to smooth his cum all over her skin. He lied back down as she rolled to his side, her hand moving to his now limp dick, sticky from their juices. She moved down, licking around his sensitive head and along his shaft, cleaning up some of his love juices. He looked down at Dorinda and then pulled her back up to him, pinning her back on the bed, slowly moving his mouth to her parted lips and give her a deep, loving kiss.