Shattering the Myth

by Zane

  I unbuttoned my sweater, removed it, and then straddled over him on the chair, letting his muscular thighs hold my legs up. We started tongue-kissing, softly at first, then deep, passionate kisses. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we both began to moan just like Kyle and the woman he had in his apartment.

  He unfastened my bra, and I eased my arms down off his shoulders long enough for him to remove it and let it fall to the floor. I started grinding my pussy on his dick, and the zipper of his jeans was causing a friction against my clit, even though I had on panties underneath my pleated skirt.

  Dwayne lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his back as he carried me over to the cheap iron bed. We started making out on the bed. He finished taking off all my clothes, and I helped him to get undressed as well.

  We spent a few moments just exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and tongues. His hands were soft and gentle for him to be such a strong man. I was soaking up every moment of it—the way he held me, the way he smelled, the way his skin felt against mine.

  I got on top of him, reached for his jeans so I could get his handcuffs, and cuffed him to the bed. I’d left my cuffs at home by accident that night, something I’d never done before. Must have been a sign of sexual repression. As I was throwing his jeans back on the floor, I heard the keys to the cuffs fall out.

  I started to climb off him to try to retrieve them, but he stopped me. “Don’t worry about it, baby. We’ll get them later.”

  I replied by letting him know, “I want you so bad!

  We started kissing again, and then I pushed up farther on the bed, grabbed onto the bars, and popped my breasts in his mouth one at a time. He was definitely what we women call a breast man, because he obviously enjoyed sucking them as much as I enjoyed having them sucked.

  My pussy was dripping juice all over his stomach and belly button while he was sucking my breasts. I climbed off him for a second and turned around so I could sit on his face and suck on his dick at the same time.

  We both sucked on each other, and it was the best oral sex experience I’d ever been lucky enough to be a part of. I noticed that things had gotten quiet in Kyle’s apartment and figured they had fucked each other into a deep sleep.

  After cumming in his mouth and sucking Dwayne until he came in mine, I slid down off his face, dragging my cum-drenched pussy across his chest and stomach before I sat on his dick.

  His dick was so big, I could feel it throbbing inside my stomach and saw my belly button move in and out as his dick beat inside like a heart pumping blood. I grabbed a hold of his knees and started riding his dick like it was a wild bull.

  He ground his hips on the bed and moved them up and down to meet the thrusts of my pussy. We were both moaning, but my moans could have put the woman in Kyle’s apartment to shame. Dwayne came inside me seconds after I came all over his dick, my cum seeping down my inner thighs onto the bed sheets, now covered with sweat from our bodies.

  I laid my back onto his chest, letting his now soft dick rest inside me. We were lying there, trying to regain our normal breathing patterns, when we heard the doorbell at Kyle’s apartment ring. Dwayne whispered in my ear, “Probably some addict trying to cop some blow.”

  Normally, I would have agreed, but I had an uneasy feeling about that scenario for some reason. Maybe it was the fact we never heard Kyle ask who it was before he answered the door. All drug dealers ask who it is first because they never know if someone might be trying to take them out. Unless of course, he was expecting someone at 3 A.M. He obviously wasn’t expecting a woman, since there was already one in his bed. My mind began to wonder about who else would be coming over so late.

  Dwayne and I both hollered out, “Oh shit!” at the same time, when we heard Kyle say, “Aaron, ’sup, Bro? I was so worried about you until Julio saw me on the street today and told me you’d be coming by tonight!”

  We were in a panic as we heard them exchange the usual hugs and such brothers do and listened to Kyle offer his older brother a beer. I jumped up and started crawling around on the floor naked, looking for the keys to the cuffs. Dwayne was helpless and squirming on the bed.

  I screamed when my fingers found the keys and then accidentally pushed them through a heat grate in the floor. I jumped up and informed Dwayne the keys were gone. His response was, “What the fuck are we going to do now?”

  I was already moving, throwing on the first pieces of clothing I could find. There was no time to be buttoning up sweaters and shit, so I threw on Dwayne’s T-shirt that made me look like a three-year-old girl wearing her daddy’s shirt as a nightgown. I threw my skirt back on and slid into my boots, grabbed my badge, police radio, and gun, and ran out the door, coochie free, with pussy juice and Dwayne’s cum sticking to my thighs as I ran down the three flights of stairs to the lobby.

  As I ran out the front door of the hotel, headed across the street, I called in for backup on the radio, letting them know the suspect was in his brother’s apartment. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking of, bursting in there like that with no backup in sight and no handcuffs at all. But I did it anyway.

  There was no way I could kick down the door of Kyle’s apartment, so I shot the lock out instead. Kyle came rushing up to me. I told him, “Back the fuck up, get your hands over your head, and sit on the couch!” He complied because something must have told him I meant business. I never said I was the police, but my badge was hanging around my neck on a long dog-tag chain.

  The girl came running out the bedroom, screaming and hysterical. I got the feeling she was high as shit, because her dramatics were pathetic. I told her to put her hands up, sit on the couch next to her boyfriend, and shut the fuck up.

  I didn’t see Aaron within my area of vision, so I started to search the apartment for him with my hand on the trigger of my gun in case he tried to startle me. I knew he was going to try to take me out. He had no choice. I could hear the sirens of my backup approaching on the street below and the sobs of the pathetic bitch on the couch as I walked through the kitchen, into the dining area, and back out to the living room.

  I reaffirmed my position to Kyle and his hoochie, telling them neither one better move or I would pop a cap in their ass. As I made my way into the master bedroom, I knelt down and looked under the bed, swung open the doors to the walk-in closet, and poked through the clothing, bending down to make sure there was no one standing behind them on either side.

  Experience told me that only left two hiding places, the bathtub and the balcony. I decided to check the bathroom first. Considering how cold it was outside, it was the most logical choice. Any good cop must learn to think like the criminals she is trying to catch, or her arrest record will be downright horrible.

  Once I saw the bathroom door was tightly shut, I knew his skank ass was in there. Most people never shut their bathroom door unless it’s occupied. I stood to the side of the door, reached over, and turned the knob slowly. The knob was only halfway rotated when a shotgun blast took out half the wood paneling.

  I heard the other police officers enter the apartment, yelling for Kyle and his woman to stay where they were while they analyzed the situation and got a chance to cuff them.

  It was then or never, so I jumped out in front of the door and started shooting before his ass could stick another shell in the shotgun. The first one caught him in the shoulder, throwing him backward, but he didn’t drop it, so I shot again. The second one hit him in the leg, exactly where I wanted, but he was such a big dude, and probably stronger than ever because of all the drugs in his system.

  He managed to reload the gun, blood gushing out of the holes I put in him and all. He left me no choice. The third shot caught him dead center in his forehead. The impact was so strong it pushed him backward again, but this time he fell out of the bathroom window and landed on the street, three flights below.

  I had never killed a man before, but honestly, I didn’t feel bad about it. Aaron Redmond’s wrath of terror on innocent fem
ale victims was over, and the world would be a safer place without him.

  When I got back down to the street, there were police cars with lights flashing and spectators everywhere. The coroner’s wagon had arrived, ready to scrape Aaron up off the concrete once the forensic team was done taking photos.

  I saw the captain’s car approaching, and that’s when panic set in all over again. I had to get Dwayne uncuffed from the bed and down on the street before the captain could catch up to me and start asking questions. I ran up to a rookie and told him to give me his cuff keys. He complied without saying a word. I dashed up to the hotel room, got Dwayne uncuffed, gave him his shirt back, and threw on my sweater. We both dashed back down to the street just as we heard the captain’s commanding voice, demanding to know where we were.

  I took the liberty to explain the whole thing to him. Dwayne didn’t utter a word and was clueless about how I planned to get us out of our predicament. I detailed how Dwayne had left the stakeout to go find an all-night drugstore because I was nursing a migraine and needed some aspirin. Upon his return, all hell had broken loose, and it was all over. The captain was suspicious and asked to see the aspirin. Luckily, I saw that coming too and reached into the pocket of my jean skirt, withdrawing a small unopened bottle of aspirin I bought on my way to the stakeout that evening. I was, indeed, nursing a migraine—at least, I had been before the hellified sex. That cleared it right up.

  We got out of trouble by the skin of our teeth, and bottom line, the captain was just glad we got the bastard. The department gave us both medals. Dwayne and I are the star team of homicide detectives in the department, adding collar on top of collar onto our polished record.

  Our love affair is still a secret, and for now, that suits us both just fine. Since we’re permanent partners, we don’t need to make up any excuses to see each other, and no one has figured us out. The mixture of police work and sex is a huge aphrodisiac. Life couldn’t be better! I found both my career and my life partner in the same man. Who could possibly ask for more?

  Masquerade

  “Noelle, don’t take it the wrong way, baby!”

  “What other way is there to take it?” I reached over on the nightstand and retrieved a couple of facial tissues out of the dispenser. “You come over here and tell me you’re dumping my ass, and I’m supposed to jump for joy?”

  “No, nothing like that. I just hate to see you crying, so please stop.” Pierce started caressing my right shoulder, as if that would help any. “Besides, I’m not dumping you. I just feel like we both need to see other people for a while so that we can explore other avenues.”

  “Explore other avenues?” My tears started to dry up, and the anger set in. “What the fuck do you mean? Other avenues?”

  He jumped up from the bed and had the nerve to get a ’tude. “Look, Noelle, there’s no reason for you to cuss at me. I mean, it’s not like we’re married, or no shit like that. You need to take a reality check.”

  “I just don’t understand why you want to see other women.”

  “You want me to be honest with you, Noelle?”

  “Honesty’s always the best policy, so they say. Hell, yeah, I want to know the truth!”

  “Okay, but I was trying to be nice about this.” I couldn’t freakin’ believe that Pierce was doing this shit to me. After all I did to be with him, all the dinners I cooked for him, all the sacrifices I made, and his ass was kicking me to the curb. “I need a woman who is more—”

  “More what?” My lips started trembling, and my nerves were wrecked. I was expecting him to say he wanted a woman with bigger titties or a bigger ass or a bigger bank account or some backass shit like that. Boy, was I wrong!

  “I need a woman who’s more freaky!”

  “What the hell do you mean, more freaky?” That was the last fucking straw. I jumped up from the bed and got physical, taking the palm of my hand and shoving him in the chest. “You and I do a bunch of freaky shit!”

  “We do? Like what?”

  I felt a migraine coming on. “Well, I suppose if you have to ask, it must not be freaky enough.”

  “I guess not!” He headed out the bedroom and toward the front door of my apartment. “Look, Noelle, I’ll give you a call in a couple of days. Cool?”

  “You’re really serious about this dating-other-people shit, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I’m dead serious. I’m not saying I don’t want to be with you, because I do. In fact, more than likely, I’ll end up marrying you and having a house full of kids, but right now I need to get some things out of my system.” Damn him! “I’ll catch you later, boo.”

  He was out in the hallway waiting for the elevator when I peeked out my door. “Pierce, what about our date this Friday? The masquerade party at Trent’s house?”

  “I’m still going to go, and it’s cool if you do too. I think we should go separately, though.” With that, Pierce stepped into the elevator and was gone.

  I was devastated, depressed, delirious, pissed the fuck off even. I cried myself to sleep that night, but by the time the sun came up the next morning, I was ready to pay his ass back in spades. If he wanted freaky, I would give his ass freaky.

  • • •

  I arrived at Trent’s house about midnight. People in wild-ass costumes and masks were everywhere. I decided to wear a black leather cat outfit with a tail and snaps in the crotch, and no underwear underneath. It was strapless and had a push-up bra built in, so my 40DD breasts were looking succulent. I had a leather whip attached to my hip. I made sure Pierce wouldn’t be able to recognize me by wearing a feathered mask like the ones they wear at Mardi Gras, a black wig cut in a cool-ass bob and white contact lenses that made me look like a straight-up freak. Freaky and sexy as all hell rolled into one.

  Pierce was over in one of the dark corners, flirting with a couple of hoochies. I knew it was him, because he was dressed as a fireman. I had selected the costume a couple of weeks before, so he was easy to spot.

  After downing a couple of Long Island iced teas and watching people dance and get intimate with each other in the designated dancing area, I decided to do what it was I came there to do and teach Pierce a lesson he would never forget.

  I took a quick survey of the area and spotted the person I was looking for, Trent. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, with a black tuxedo and cape on along with a white mask. Several of his friends were surrounding him and wishing him a happy birthday, since that was the whole purpose of the masquerade party from jump.

  Pierce was one of the people crowded around Trent, and I kept my head down a little as I brushed by him. I cleared my throat and got ready to use the Jamaican accent I had practiced, walked up to Trent, and whispered in his ear. “Happy birthday to you, baby!”

  He took me by the hand and looked me up and down, but didn’t recognize me. He and I had only met a few times. He was a close friend of Pierce’s from college. “Damn, do I know you, sexy lady?”

  “Not yet, but you’re about to get to know me.” I reached down and started caressing his dick through his pants while Pierce and the rest of them hollered typical macho things out like, “Get that pussy, man,” “Damn, man,” and “She’s hot for you, Trent.”

  “Really?” He started palming my ass and other people started looking on as well, including some of the women, who were instantly upset and jealous. “What did you have in mind?”

  I pushed him down on a chair at one of the round tables covered with white linen tablecloths and then straddled myself over his legs, facing him. “Let me show you what I have in mind.” I almost laughed because my Jamaican accent was the bomb.

  I stuck my tongue deep inside his hungry and waiting mouth. He gladly returned the kisses, and I must admit, I knew right off the bat I was going to enjoy fucking the shit out of Trent’s ass. I always thought he was fine anyway.

  After we tongued the hell out of each other for about five more minutes, I got up and stood between his legs as I lowered the front of my lea
ther suit, allowing my massive breasts to be viewed by everyone in the room. Miraculously, a silence befell the room, and the only sound that remained was the music. Ironically, it was “Do Me, Baby” by Prince. Everyone was in awe. I glanced around to look at Pierce, who was in a daze, before I decided to hold my left breast out for Trent to suckle on.

  He eagerly took my hard nipple into his mouth and fed off it, slowly at first. Then he decided he wanted them both, grabbed a hold of each one, and rapidly moved his head and tongue back and forth from left to right. My pussy was getting so wet from all the excitement that I began to care less and less about who was watching. Besides, my identity was safe, and that was the beauty of it.

  A waitress was walking past with a tray load of champagne flutes. I grabbed one and poured the champagne over my breasts so he could lick it all off.

  The disc jockey cut off all the music so he could come and join the crowd of people watching the show. Needless to say, there wasn’t a single person on the dance floor. The only sounds left then were his sucking noises and my moans.

  I unsnapped the crotch of my cat suit and climbed up on the table, lay in front of him, and spread my legs. I put the whip around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I told him he had to be punished for being such a bad boy and that he had two choices. “Eat my pussy, or face the whip!”

  Trent started laughing and looked around at his buddies, who started ranting and raving again and giving each other high fives. “Shit, I’m not afraid of the whip, but I prefer the pussy!”

  With that, he drew the clit of my freshly shaved pussy into his mouth and started sucking on it. My pussy juices were really flowing as he spread my lips apart so he could lick up and down the inside of each one, lapping up every droplet of my nectar.

  Once Trent made me cum two or three times, I got up from the table and got down on my knees so I could get his dick out of his pants. The white contact lenses almost popped out my eyes when I saw how big it was. His dick was twice the size of Pierce’s. I realized there was a whole new world I had been missing out on by tying myself down to one man.