by Damien Dsoul
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The Hotel Continental occupied a large swath of land situated near the northern tip of the city which ended at a beach. At 6:22 pm., Howard drove into the hotel’s parking area and acquired a vehicle tag from a valet before slipping his vehicle into an empty space. He checked his watch when he got out, glad knowing he was a bit on time. Shango had explicitly told him to be there on or before the half hour. Howard would have made it a lot sooner had April allowed him to leave the house when he should. She had held him down wanting to rehash again the details of his office tryst with Becca. She had been disappointed when he told her all he had gotten was a blowjob and a quickie before breaking up for lunch. He was not that courageous to dare risk having sex in his office, regardless of whether the door was locked or not. Aside from the time, Shango had as also told him to come alone. Whatever reason he had in mind for saying that Howard knew he was bound to find out as he walked towards the hotel entrance.
There were branching hallways that went separate ways beyond the hotel lobby. Shango had told him where he would be waiting and Howard enquired at the lobby counter that told him which route to take leading towards the back. He followed other people walking towards that direction.
The back door opened into a large terrace with a walkway that led towards the beach. Tables and bright lights were arranged around the terrace. Howard sized up the crowd, majority of whom were couples, some were there with kids. A jazz band played on a stage on the far corner of the brightly lit terrace. Howard stepped away from the doorway for others while he continued scanning the distant faces at respective tables trying to pick out Olu Shango. His phone rang in his pocket and he saw it was Shango calling.
“What’re you doing standing there looking lost, white boy?”
Howard gazed about.
“Look to your left, white boy,” Shango said.
Howard did so and caught sight of someone seated ten feet from him waving a hand in his direction. Howard pocketed his phone and made for Shango’s table. Howard expected to find him with a female company instead Shango was by himself nursing a Coors Light. He wore a black t-shirt that bore the eponymous name MASTER SHANGO written in cursive letters on his chest large enough for anyone to read.
“Good evening,” Howard pulled himself a chair and sat down. “So many people around, I thought you were going to be hard to find here,” he said.
“Nothing you could have done about that. The good thing is you’re on time and you came alone. Care for a beer?”
“No, thanks.” Howard was too wired to want anything to distract his mind from this very moment. “April sends her regards.”
“Oh, how nice. How’s she doing, by the way?”
“She’s doing great, thanks. We’ve been bonding together so much these past days. I like you shirt,” Howard indicated the words emblazoned on it.
“Yeah? Thanks. It attracts bitches my way.”
“Looks kind of audacious, the letters I mean.”
“That’s the general idea to explain what I’m about,” Olu gestured at the crowd seated around. “Look around you, what do you see? You see people, but I see husbands and wives, lovers. Some from out of town, but they’re all here for an evening fun. But it’s the type of fun they can’t get on the hotel menu. Not all of them don’t know it but spend some time with them and you’ll see. Everyone’s got a dirty mind, white boy.”
“Has any couple ever approached you like this?”
“So many I stopped counting,” Shango guzzled his beer. “All what you’ve seen and done since you met me is stuff you’ve had in mind for so long except nobody ever clued you in until lately. You think what your woman did to you was some mistake, but inside you know it never was.”
He drank his beer, letting his words sink in before continuing.
“Call it fate or destiny if you want, but I’m telling you what you or your April has done is no mistake or accident. Plenty of couples seek my tutelage about this and that’s what I let them know. Every white couple wants what you have. Every white woman you see out here has got sex on the mind, and it’s not with their husband; the same goes to their men as well. That’s why they look for someone like me to let them know what’s up.”
“Yes, but why you? Besides the sex part, what is it about you that makes them want to give in to you?”
“Domination, white boy. They want a dominant figure to break them into the life,” Shango emphasised. “They want a Black Master who’ll make them aware of the lifestyle?”
“That sounds pretty far-fetched?”
“Yeah, but it’s true. I’m not all about the sex, white boy. I reveal to couples that which they crave and to let them know how easy they can have it. It’s like this: any woman can find herself a man to fool around with without her husband knowing or not. Problem with that is it leaves the husband hanging out to dry. So why cheat when you can clue your husband or wife into doing this without any fuss? Don’t that sound pleasant, white boy?”
“Have you fucked a married woman whose husband didn’t approve?”
“Sometimes it’s better when they don’t approve. Here’s a question for you, white boy. If you’d known from the get-go that your wife was into this would you have approved?”
“Honestly, no.”
“My point exactly. The same goes with many husbands out there. They live in denial so much. They want to see their wives getting fucked hard by a man like myself, but confront them on the subject right now and you’ll hear them mutter the complete opposite. I like breaking the walls of their dumb pride to show them who’s boss.”
Howard did not blink but inside his chest his heart was doing back-flips. So captivated was he by the lecture he was getting it made him happy that they were alone together here unlike last time in his house.
“There’s something I want to share with you. About the time you called me today, I was in my office and my secretary was on her knees blowing me.”
“Your wife knows about her?”
“Yes she does. In fact, I figured when you wanted me to meet you here that you might ask me to bring someone along. I’d really like you to meet her.”
“We can arrange that for later,” Olu checked his watch then picked up his phone but he was not making a call. “I love saving special women for special times. Right now, I’ve got other fish to fry.”
Howard was about asking who he was referring to when Olu waved a hand past him. Howard looked towards that direction and caught sight of a man waving back at them. The man made his way towards their table pulling a woman behind. Howard was surprised to recognise Ted Simms and his wife Holly as they got closer. Ted looked his casual best for the evening where Holly looked glamorous in a low-cut dress.
Howard and Olu rose to their feet and shook hands with Ted who was just as surprised to meet Howard.
“Never thought I’d get to run into you here,” Howard said.
“I could say the same about you. There was some collision on the highway that delayed us or else we’d have gotten here sooner.”
Holly exchanged pleasantries with Howard then switched her gaze to Olu Shango. She felt a nervous tingle about herself when she shook his hand. An image flashed abruptly before her eyes that saw him lunge towards her, ripping her clothes off; she was disappointed when that did not happen and he let go of her hand after shaking it. There was something hypnotic about the way he held her gaze with his, like he wanted to swallow her whole with his eyes.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Holly,” Shango said. “It’s about time we made your evening special.”
Holly could almost sense through the corners of her eyes Ted paying special attention to the moment.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you also,” she replied before sitting down.
Chapter 22
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p; Olu Shango signalled a waiter over and ordered for drinks. Howard had been so well enjoying their conversation until Ted and Holly joined them. Shango noted the disappointment on his face and gave him a warning stare to behave. Howard asked for a beer, as too did Ted; Holly opted for a glass of tequila. She was fighting herself not to appear discomforted seated between Shango and Ted with Shango to her left. Their drinks arrived and Shango continued chatting with Howard while Holly shot furtive glances at Ted that begged to ask how long they had to be here before returning home. It felt obvious that this had been a colossal mistake on her part of actually saying yes to him.
“How’s your tequila?” Shango suddenly turned to her. His hand brushed against her arm that got her startled as if he was getting ready to make that perceived lunge at her. The feel of him set off sudden shockwaves that broke goose bumps across her freckled skin. She looked at him with acute awareness as if she had briefly forgotten where she was, only then remembering who sat beside her and what had really brought her and Ted here.
“Oh yes, it’s very nice, thank you,” she said. Her dimples burned into her cheeks it felt as if she had swallowed the sun.
“I forgot to say I love what you’re wearing tonight.”
“Thank you. But it’s an old dress.”
“I was not referring to your dress,” Shango corrected. “I meant your perfume. It’s very intoxicating.”
“Oh yes... yes, I suppose it is. Do you like it?”
“I very much do.” As if for emphasis, he leaned towards her and sniffed the air above her shoulder. His lips were mere inches from her face Holly feared he wanted to kiss her. “Do you ever wear it to bed?”
“No, not ever,” said Holly, surprising herself by laughing gaily but still blushing at his compliment. “I won’t be caught dead wearing this to bed. Ted bought this for me at our anniversary last year.”
“I’ll bet he won’t either because it might make him jealous. How long have you been married?”
“We’re going on thirteen this fall.”
“Thirteen years, wow. You’re two years from making it a crystal anniversary, am I right on that?”
Holly at first did not grasp what he meant, but soon did. “Oh, Yes, well, that’s why we’re happy being together,” she reached for Ted’s hand and squeezed him tight in reassurance against the nervous sensation inside her. “But not merely for the anniversaries if you know what I mean,” She added.
“I certainly do. I genuinely love couples who stay together and play together. Isn’t that right, Howard?”
Howard quickly responded. “Yes sir, that’s the truth.”
Holly decided to ditch the niceness and go full candid on him. “Why do you really want me?”
“Your man possibly mentioned all of that to you and what I’m about, didn’t he?”
“Ted did. But I’m still confused by everything he wants of me. I’ve told him already that we have a great life together and nothing more would change that.”
“I’m not here to change your life or marriage, Holly,” Shango lifted her hand in his and Holly allowed him as she was again hypnotised by his eyes. “I’m not here to ruin what you have already with your man. I’m here to enhance it.”
He caressed her hand with both of his while still maintaining her gaze with his eyes. Holly felt entrapped by his stare and would gladly have looked away if only she could. Her heart was beating fast. There was a warming sensation emanating from the pit of her gut and spreading downward towards her crotch that she could not contain.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Holly,” Shango’s words rolled off his lips smooth as silk while still caressing her hand. “Your husband knows it too. You’ve no idea how long he’s wanted this for you. There’re many things he wants to give you but can’t. It hurts him inside realising that he isn’t the one capable of making you feel special about yourself. That’s what I’d love to do to you.”
Holly assumed he was ribbing her and some seconds passed as she waited for the punch line. It was then it dawned on her how serious he was and she looked at Ted who bore a sheepish expression about himself. She realised this was where his twisted arguments of wanting her to be part of this lifestyle had come from. Goose bumps once again crackled across her flesh. The warm sensation down her gut was still swirling. A grim thought flashed before her mind that she was seconds from soiling herself.
“How about we head upstairs to my suite,” Shango said to her.
Awareness lit her eyes. “Okay... but we aren’t going to stay long, are we?”
“No, we definitely won’t,” Shango said. “But we might have to hurry.”
Holly assumed that was some throwaway line and thought nothing about it. Shango took her hand and helped her out of her chair and led her into the hotel. Ted and Howard did follow but kept their distance, watching them stroll towards the line of elevators.
Shango led her into one that deposited them on his designated floor and from there led her into his suite. Holly went with him into the bedroom. His hand went around her waist and she cursed herself for not realising what his throwaway line had meant.
If Holly had any inclination of protesting to what she knew was about to happen, she did not reveal it. All tension dissolved from her mind the instant Shango kissed the nape of her neck. The warming sensation building inside her gut exploded into a galaxy of emotions as he kissed his way down her clavicle.
Shango led her towards the bed and made her sit down. Holly swept her hair from her face; her eyes glowered with avid attention of what Shango intended doing to her. There was also trepidation too on her mind. She kept expected the door to open any moment to reveal Ted standing there demanding they leave for home right now. How embarrassed she would be if that were to happen, or if he came by to watch her lose her shame with another man buried inside her instead of him.
Shango was on his knees caressing her legs. He slid his hands up her stockings and pushed her dress up her thigh to view her pantyhose. Holly fell backward on the bed and Shango then turned her over. He pushed her dress over her rump. Holly tensed when his hands pawed her buttocks. Shango murmured his approval as he groped and fondled her soft flesh like he was kneading bread. Holly had an ample butt; Shango was just as well impressed by the feel of it.
“Ohh yeah,” he sucked air between his lips while still groping and caressing her ass cheeks. “This is a lovely piece of ass you have, Holly. I know your man Ted knows nothing about how to handle it.”
Olu buried his face between her ass cheeks; his nose pressed against her panties as his lips made contact with her flesh. Holly tensed, then broke into a whimper as Olu propped her panties over her ass cheek before sliding his tongue down her nether region, introducing his finger inside her pussy as well. That sent bolts of current up Holly’s spine as she grabbed at the sheets, her body taut, and whimpered with lust. She offered minimum struggle when Shango began wrenching her panties off her hips.
“No, no,” she moaned feebly. “My husband Ted, he’s-”
“He’s not in the room with you,” Olu responded as he then tore off her panties and flung it over his shoulder. “Your pathetic husband’s downstairs right now. As you said we shouldn’t stay long, let’s get down to business then.”
He peeled off his shirt in one swoop and rose to his feet to undo his belt. Holly remained docile on the bed hugging the sheets, too cowered by her emotions to want to do anything else. If there ever was a chance for her to run out of the room now would have been the time. Instead she remained where she was, fighting the crazed clamouring indecision in her mind, not knowing if she was being molested or pleasured.
Shango returned to her, pulling her buttocks apart and resumed lapping down her cunt. Holly winced with pleasure. Her body squirmed involuntarily and still Shango’s fingers slipped into her flesh as he st
rove towards probing her pussy’s nectar.
“No... no... Ooohhhh God, please, no,” she was murmurs sounded more like moans to a listening ear.
Holly propped herself off the bed on her elbows thrusting her ass towards his face. She swore and groaned as his hot breath blew into her velvet labia. She bucked as his tongue burrowed into her cunt. He had firm control over her body; she seemed not to exist anymore except as an instrument to control.
“Awwhhh... Ohhh my God,” she moaned rhapsodically. The warm fire was rampaging like a demented whirlwind inside her womb. Holly became taut like a wire. The fire conformed into a stick of dynamite and suddenly went off inside her. Holly whimpered aloud as she succumbed to her unbridled lust.
“Ohhhh my God, you made me cum,” she moaned breathlessly.
Her body relaxed after that. Olu Shango let her fall back on the bed then rose to his feet again. He rolled his tongue over his lips, tasting her cum juice while working to get out of his jeans. Holly remained as she was, too weary to rise after her orgasm. It was the best climax she had enjoyed in a while and her pussy was still twitching like a live wire.
Eventually she half turned to get a better look at Shango’s naked self.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. Her eyes bulged in their sockets as she fixed upon the girth of his erection. She was awash with awe at his size, suddenly fearful of whatever intention he had of doing to her.
Shango read the meaning in her eyes as she stared at his shaft. It produced a grin on his face. It never failed to boost his ego, the super-charged power he derived whenever seducing a pretty wife the first time and they got a first-hand look at his package. The way their eyes always lit up whenever they saw his get-up made him know how well he had accomplished the first half of his job. What remained now was sealing the deal of giving the bitch a terrific fuck. The type of fucking that would shake their core, leaving them breathless for more.
“Not something your Ted has got in store for you, right?” Shango crackled while stroking his girth as he then approached the bed.