Chapter 8

No sooner had Coach fallen silent than his wife flew into motion. Without a word, Mrs. Jenkins dropped from beneath my arm and grabbed my wrist. Once she’d surged to her feet, she tugged me from the booth behind her. After flashing a pursed-lipped stare at her husband, she remained quiet while pulling me towards the back of the restaurant. Staggering in her wake, I caught people tracking us. Wide eyes amidst the spinning blur that was the dining room. Thunder roared in my ears. My pulse.

After shoving through a dark wooden door with an intricate, colorful stained-glass window, she dragged me into a dimly lit hallway. It led to the bathrooms. And a distant fire exit. Although she glanced at the latter, she pushed wide the ladies’ room entrance and checked the small, brown-tiled area. Once she’d dragged me inside behind her, she kicked open the two small stalls before spinning to lock the bathroom.

As I gasped for air, my heart raced. The sheer absurdity of what had just happened started filtering into my brain. In the shadow of my bulk, stood proud a tiny blonde woman who’d hauled me across the restaurant. When Mrs. Jenkins faced me, my pulse galloped; her emerald pools were ablaze and—worried.

“I’m going to ask you one question, Hiram,” she said between gulps of air. “And I really, really need you to be honest with me, okay?”

“Yes.” I nodded, my nose wrinkling at the seductive scent of Cindy’s flowery perfume mixing with the stench of industrial cleaner. After a quick glance downwards, which she caught, I gulped. Her nipples were thick spikes beneath her heaving braless bosom. “Yes, Cindy.”

“Would you keep me?” she whispered while easing her shaky fingertips along both my sleeves.

“Huh? Um, I’m not sure I underst—”

All ability to form words left my brain when she slid to her knees on the shiny tiles. As she descended, her nails left my arms to claw the front of my trousers.

“Look, Hiram. I’m not young anymore.” Once her fingers found my zipper, she eased it open. “I can’t compete with girls like ... Like our waitress.”

At the shove of her hand into my slacks, air hissed from my shaking lips. After only a brief pause when her diamond caught on my underwear, her fist wrapped around my shaft. As it blurred, the tiny bathroom flip-flopped when I looked down into her shimmering eyes.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, Hiram. I don’t care if it’s wrong. Or how young you are. Or that you’re one of Denny’s players,” she whispered before pursing her lips to puff across my swollen knob. “All I know is for the very first time ... Well, I want you in my life.” At the soft scratching of nails while her long alabaster fingers unfurled my thick black shaft, my breathing hitched. “Hell, Denny does too.”

After swirling her wavy blonde tresses aside, she tilted her head. Brilliant green eyes on me, she traced a winding vein with her velvety-smooth, glistening tongue. As my fists clenched at my sides, my knees wobbled.

“He’s just scared, baby.” Her soft lips settled on my tip. When her cheeks sank, drawing on my aching flesh, every muscle in my body tensed. After leaning back to wrap a long strand of silvery pre-cum around her tongue, she beamed up at me before swallowing. “Denny’s ... He thinks I’ll leave him, but here’s the thing you need to understand, Hiram.” After again turning her head to the side, she dragged her slurping lips along the underside of my pole. When her fingers tugged out my spiky-haired balls, she glanced at them before gazing at me. “No matter what, I do love the guy.”

Before I could process that, her warm mouth engulfed one ball. As I stared down at her bulging lips while her tongue washed around my trapped globe, I wanted her. Of course, yes, I’d keep her. Duh. What the hell. Easy decision, right?

Sorta. After letting my ball slip from her mouth with a liquid plop, she smacked her lips and let out a bittersweet chuckle. A laugh? Why? She swept a loose strand of blonde hair aside and aimed her open lips at my other testicle. It hit me. What she’d been hinting at all along. What she’d gone out of her way to show Coach.

“Um, I don’t think anyone ... Oh, God. Mmm...” My voice became a moan when she slurped my other very full dusky globe into her warm mouth. “A—Anyone could keep you, Mrs. Jenkins.” At her eyes widening above my black curly hair covered root as she sucked—hard, I added in a strained voice. “You’ve ... You’ve ... Oh, God. God, you’re good. Mmm, hmm. You’ve, uh, never struck me ... Oh. Oh, fuck. As a woman who’s ever belonged to anyone.”

After releasing my glossy ball covered in dripping spit, she smiled up at me while dragging her fist in a slow, swirling motion along my shaft. A long dribble of silvery pre-cum left my aching tip. I’d guessed correctly. I’m not saying Mrs. Jenkins only wanted to be respected as a free spirit, or some such high-minded concept, but that smile lit the room. And, not gonna lie, it warmed my heart.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Hiram,” she said before following her fist with her winding, vein-tracing tongue.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, my...” As I struggled to speak, her palm mashed over my tip, smearing it with my juice. While gazing up at me, she brought the aching dome to her mouth. Again, her hand was tight at my root. “You ... You walk in and own a room, Mrs. Jen—Cindy. You may be older in years, but...” Words faltered when she engulfed my bulbous knob with her lips. My legs wobbled. “Mmm. Oh. Uh, well, any man would be ... Oh, fuck”—I struggled to breathe when she lurched forward and sunk her cheeks; my fat helmet rim was stark beneath her skin—”a—a fool to risk you.” My entire spine tightened at the slow swirl of her tongue. Unceasing, her suction drew my soul from my balls through the center of my rod. “And ... And about your husband ... Coach. I mean, I get it.”

After pulling from my purple-black, saliva-coated flesh, she smacked her lips before emitting a lengthy exhale. “So, no? You wouldn’t keep me, baby?” With her clenching pale fist frozen midway along my pulsating ebon shaft and the diamond in her platinum ring twinkling, her voice lowered. “You’d trade me in for one or two of those sweet young things?”

“Never.” To this day, I’ve no idea where that simple answer came from or the commanding, echoing voice that spoke it.

But Mrs. Jenkins’ face beamed. For a brief second, the world sorta tumbled. Sure, she’d needed to be respected. Not owned. She belonged to nobody. Except. As I shook, I gulped. She wanted me—me—to keep her. As much as my brain continued to struggle, my hand was already moving.

Again, no idea where the idea came from, but I reacted.

Pure instinct.

If she craved only me keeping her, then I sure wouldn’t complain. It was as if we were back in the woods on that first night. After grasping my root, I peeled her fingers away and let fly.

Thump.

My swaying, full mast stung from the single meaty strike across her upturned face. And the longest, hungriest, most primal moan I’d ever heard erupted from her. When she lifted her face to me, a reddening stripe on her skin, her grin had spread from cheek to cheek.

“My turn,” I said as I rolled my shaft over her open mouth, letting her slurp. “What do you want, Cindy?” At the gentle poke of her tongue, like a bass drum, my pulse thundered in my ears. “My little white slut.”

At first, her eyes flared into molten emerald pools as she sucked hard on the underside of my cock. One hand joined mine at its base to keep it over her open mouth. With her pretty white face beneath my thick, throbbing black flesh and her racing hot breath flooding my shaft, it was obvious what she wanted. When I lifted my rod, tugging her fingers with it, she pursed her lips and swallowed.

“Mmm, you,” she hissed. Although I’d only expected her to choose my body, the forceful way she spoke sent a shiver along my spine. At my tilted head and raised eyebrow, she rolled her glossy lips smeared with crimson lipstick and sighed. “Hiram.” As she continued, her words shot heated puffs of air across my flesh. “All I’ve ever wanted since the woods was you. I want you.”

“And?” I eased my pole over her lips, smearing glittery spit and waxy lipstick across her face.

“And I crave”—her eyes blazed as her lips curled into a playful grin—”this big black thick nigger cock.”

With a nod, I lifted it from her. As a whimper slipped from Cindy’s lips, she tracked my rod’s motion. Next to mine, her fist tightened on my root. Baby wanted her toy.

“Where do you need it?” I smirked.

“In my pussy!” Cindy’s hoarse whisper was forceful. “Please, Hiram. Oh, mmm, please fuck my little white pussy with that enormous, slut-fucking nigger cock. I haven’t slept a night without thinking of—you.”

Before I could respond, she lurched to her feet. As her hand slipped from me, she spun before grabbing the back of her dress and flipping it up over her hips.

“Fuck me, Hiram,” she said in a breathless voice as her trembling hands yanked down her panties before shaking as they clasped the side of a fancy porcelain sink. “I mean it. Take me. Fuck me so very hard. I’m so fucking wet for you. I’ve missed—”

Her voice disappeared into a moan when my fingers dove between her shaking alabaster legs. With a forceful twisting motion, she pressed her soft puffy folds into my hand. Another longer moan pulled from her as my rocking palm sent warm dribbles between my digits. Yeh, she was fucking soaked. Sorry momma.

“Oh, God! Hiram, please. Mmm. Mmm. Oh.” She moaned while thrusting into my hand. “Please, baby.”

After bending, I tilted my aching knob upwards to drag it between her slick, drooling petals. As her growling moan echoed, the sugary aroma of her arousal tickled my flaring nostrils and sent my heart racing.

“Hard?” As I asked, I poked along her velvety seam.

“Yes, baby.” With a moan, she thrust backwards, but I eased away. She growled while whipping her hair to one side and staring at me. Pure, ravenous hunger burned in her eyes.

“Like Coach does?” After placing a hand on her hip to hold her in place, I repositioned my throbbing bulb between her legs. With a grunt, she tried to engulf me, but I held her tight.

She giggled. Actually giggled. Although she started to shake her head, after my fingers tightened on her hip, I plunged into her. As she cried out, my cock found and pierced her slippery, tight little opening. With a growl, I drove as deep as I could in one swift motion. After straightening to my full height, her scraping stilettos lifted from the floor. While moaning and twisting against me, she was suspended from the shaking hands gripping the sink and my cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Hiram. Jesus! Jesus! Oh, fuck. Goddamn. Mmm. Oh, fuck! I missed this. Oh, I missed you. Mmm, hmm. Fuck me, baby.” With her splayed, shuddering hands squeaking on the porcelain, she swayed. As I pushed deeper with a swirling, gliding motion, spreading her pulsating inner flesh, her legs scrambled along my thighs, trying to find purchase.

“If I agree to keep you, what’re you gonna do for me—slut?” I asked when her butt pressed against my trousers.

“Anything. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, baby.” She whipped her hair from her face to stare over her shoulder at me. As I pulled from her with a liquid slurp, her jade eyes blazed. “Everything you want, baby.”

“Did you really fuck Coach after every time with me?” With a grin on my face, I pushed, shoving deep in one long stroke before again slurping from her.

“Mmm, hmm. Yes,” hissed from her clenched teeth as her trembling thighs continued to skim the sides of my sleek trousers.

“Do you think of me while fucking him?” As I rocked my pelvis forward, boring back into her slippery tightness, her entire twisting body tensed. Inside, her quivering pussy walls clenched.

Both trying to breathe and staring wide-eyed at herself in the mirror, she was silent for a long time. A pummeling drumbeat, her pulse surrounded my full length and her firm butt cheeks squirmed against me. At last, she nodded.

“Yes. Yes. I always ... Ever since the woods. All I can think of ... I dream of you, baby.” Her stockings kept sliding along my legs as she struggled to speak between panting breaths. “Hiram ... Mmm. Oh, fuck, baby. Mmm. Oh. You’re ... You’re just so fucking amazing. So ... So fucking solid, baby. And, God, your heart beating so deep inside me. It’s ... It’s—”

An immense shudder rocked her little frame as the entire length of her pussy clamped tight. Once again, she flung her hair from her shoulder to stare at me before gasping. Her fingernails rattled against the sink.

“P—Please. I can’t stand it,” she pleaded in a high-pitched voice. “Take me hard, Hiram. Make me your little white slut again.” As she paused to suck in air, her inner walls, pulsating with life, relaxed. “Inside, it’s so fucking magical. I couldn’t forget it. You. Even after your ... Oh, fuck! Oh. Oh. Oh, yes. Mmm. Oh God, Hiram—” Her words became a winding groan as I slid from her until only my swollen crown pulsed just inside her clenching walls. Her g-spot tight to my throbbing rim. “Like—like that. Oh. Mmm. Oh, fuck. How do you do that? Even after your massive fucking cock has left, my pussy still shudders.”

With that, I flashed her a grin and drove deep. After her head whipped to the mirror, she arched upward, her neck muscles straining. When I again eased from her, tugging her stretched and reddened lips outwards over my ebon mass, she unleashed an echoing sob.

“Plea—”

“I want you, my slut.”

As I cut her off, I sawed my juice-slick meat in and out of her clenching tunnel. While increasing my speed with each thrust, her clawed nails drove further along the side of the sink and her shaking thighs kept sliding past my legs. At first, letting me use her, she dangled her head beneath her ever more forcefully swaying blonde tresses. With every deep thrust, a groaning whimper pulled from her as the golden heart pendant on her necklace flailed forward to tink against the faucet.

“Oh, God. Mmm, yes. Oh. Mmm, hmm. Yes. Oh, God.” Her airy voice puffed out between hoarse breaths. “Oh, fuck me, Hiram. Jesus. Mmm. Yes. You’re so fucking huge. Mmm, hmm. Oh, like that. God damn, I miss this. I want you, baby. So fucking deep.”

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