Sins of a Siren

by Curtis L. Alcutt

  She lightly kicked him on the shin under the table. “Don’t get hurt up in here, okay?”

  A gorgeous, freckle-faced female server broke up their fun. She placed a small basket of fresh cooked cornbread squares on the red-and-white checkered tablecloth. “You folks ready?”

  Trenda’s smile waned as she watched a pair of Oakland Police officers enter the front door. Oh, fuck! I wonder what they want?

  Walter gave Trenda a curious look. “What’s wrong?”

  She covered her face with the menu. “Nothin’. You go ahead and order. I’m still tryin’ to decide what I want.”

  He studied her a moment longer as the server waited patiently. “I’ll have oxtails, greens and macaroni and cheese.”

  She lowered the menu enough to spy on the cops as they looked around the room. Suddenly, a short, heavy-set, grandmotherly-looking woman emerged from the kitchen. Trenda watched as the cops broke out in smiles and took turns hugging her. Cool, looks like they’re just here to eat. She was surprised to see Walter watching her intently. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “You looked like you were ready to jump up and run!”

  She gave the menu a final glance. “You are straight trippin’.” She addressed the server. “I’ll have smothered steak, green beans and yams.”

  The server scribbled on her pad. “Can I get you guys anything to drink?”

  He let his eyes fall from Trenda’s face to the wine list on the table. “Do you drink red wine, Mya?”

  “Yeah. It’s okay.”

  He turned to the server. “Can we have a bottle of Monticello Pinot Noir?”

  She scribbled their beverage choice. “Great! I’ll be back shortly with your order.”

  Trenda reached into the red plastic basket, grabbed a square of warm cornbread and took a small bite. “This is pretty good!”

  Walter looked over his shoulder as the cops picked up their call-in order and left. He turned back to Trenda. “Did those policemen make you nervous?”

  The piece of cornbread she was buttering broke in half and fell on her plate. “Hell no…why you say that?”

  He stared at her for a moment, then got a piece of cornbread out the basket. “Because your eyes got as big as hubcaps when they came in.”

  She avoided his eyes and nibbled her cornbread. “Whatever.” Even when she wasn’t sought by the law, her fear of police was hard to mask. She had seen the ugly side of cops for most of her life. On occasion, she’d been arrested for no reason and released in exchange for a hand job, or in extreme cases, fellatio. Once word got out about how good her mouth was, bad cops up and down the Eastern seaboard hounded her—none as much as Darius. She gave him a defiant look. “Takes more than a couple of cops to make me nervous.”

  He chuckled at her hardcore look. They made small talk over the meal and a bottle and a half of wine. Two hours later, after discussing the cremation process, another cop strolled in. She did her best to remain calm and not tip off Walter she was scared as shit. Anxiety awakened her need for comfort. Her favorite form of comfort was a nice stiff dick. She kept Walter’s attention away from the officer by reaching across the table and touching his cheek. “Did you get these cute dimples from your mother or father?”

  He took her hand and kissed it. “You can thank my late mother for them.”

  She rubbed her thumb on his hand. “Sorry to hear about your mother.”

  “It’s okay. She lived a long full life. She passed away five years ago at the age of ninety-nine.”

  “Wow! Is your father still around?”

  “Nope…he passed a year after my mother. He was one hundred and two.”

  She sensed his good mood waning. She changed the subject. “Well, I’m full. Thanks for the food. Are you ready to leave?”

  He removed the napkin from his lap, wiped his mouth and tossed it on the table. “Yes. Are you sure you don’t want to try their peach cobbler?”

  She rummaged through her purse for her compact mirror. “I’ll pass. My ass is already wide enough.”

  He shook his head and grinned as he reached for the bill. “You have got to be kidding. You have a body any woman would die for.”

  She smiled, then applied a fresh coat of copper lipstick. “I bet you say that to all your girlfriends.”

  He removed his credit card and placed it on the table along with the bill. “No, I can honestly say I don’t say that to all my girlfriends.”

  Her smile widened as the cop left with his meal. “Well, at least you’re honest. That’s a good sign. I like to keep it real in everything I do.”

  He summoned the server with a wave of his hand. “I’m glad to hear that. Makes it a lot easier when both parties are on the same page.”

  She looked him in the eyes. “And just what page are you on, Mr. Secrease?”

  He stood and took her hand. “Depends on which book you’re talking about.”

  “I’m not sure if you read the same books I do. Maybe we’ll find out back at my room.”

  He grinned broadly. “I sure hope so.”

  Twenty minutes later, they arrived at her hotel. Walter pulled into the underground parking garage and opened the door for Trenda. She looped her arm in his as they talked about his life back in D.C. She fed him lie after perfect lie about how she was raised in New Jersey and moved to D.C. after her parents divorced. She amazed him with tales of how she had to drop out of college after her mother hurt her back at work and had to go on disability. He shook his head in amazement as she unlocked the door to her room. “It sounds like you have seen a lot.”

  She kicked off her pumps and turned on the light. “Been through a lot, too.” She picked up the TV remote and handed it to him. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

  He sat on the sofa, put the remote down, put his hand on her hip and ran it down her curvy thigh. “Hurry up and bring all this back to me.”

  Her mild wine-buzz helped cracked the door open for her inner nymphomaniac to peek her head out. She allowed him to stroke her thigh a few times as she gave him a half-smile. “You ain’t ready.”

  He placed his other hand on her round mound of an ass and pulled her to him. “Bet.”

  She put her hands on his shoulders. “You better be careful, Dimples…you keep rubbin’ on me and I might have to test that fifty-year-old heart.”

  He caressed her soft backside. “In that case, it’s a good thing I just had a physical last week and was given the okay for strenuous activities.”

  She loosened his tie, removed it and tossed it on the floor. The firm grip of his large hands ignited her furnace. “You talk a good game.”

  He found the zipper on the back of her skirt and unzipped it. She unbuttoned his shirt and massaged his shoulders. He eased the skirt down over her bulging hips. The sight of her black boy-shorts made his lump jump. “Damnnnnnnnn,” he whispered as she stepped out of the skirt. “Your legs are flawless.”

  Her eyes narrowed and she switched into “Freak Mode.” She broke his grip, removed her earrings and put them on top of the TV. She then faced him and slowly pulled her tight shirt over her head. A satisfied smirk filled her face as his eyes fixed on the black satin bra covering her big, perky tits. She slowly rubbed them as he hurriedly unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. “Like what you see?”

  He licked his lips. “I sure do. Do they taste as good as they look?”

  She watched him remove his shirt and toss it to the floor. His wife-beater showed off his fit and trim physique. “I don’t know; let me see.” She unstrapped her bra and let her luscious breasts free. As Walter gawked at her, she lifted one to her mouth and sucked the nipple. “Mmmmmm, taste good to me…”

  “Oh, shit!” He stood and tried to grab her. “My turn.”

  She stepped forward and pushed him back down on the bronze-colored sofa. “Not so fast…” She stepped back and sucked the other nipple. The way his eyes followed her put a tingle in her valley. “I’m not done yet.”

  She proceeded to lick a
nd suck her hard black nipples as Walter’s hand fell to his lap and gripped the log behind his zipper. She loved to tease. Making men’s knees buckle was her specialty. She slipped a finger in her mouth, then into her panties. She watched Walter gulp hard and kick off his shoes as she fingered her wet opening. He stood, unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Shit, Mya!”

  She tossed her head back and let her narrowed green eyes lock on the bulge in his navy blue boxer briefs. “What’s wrong, Dimples?”

  He stepped out of his slacks. “I’ll give you two guesses but the first one doesn’t count.”

  She walked over, placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back on the sofa. “Does it have anything to do with this?” She placed her hand on the swelling below his navel.

  He closed his eyes as she gently caressed his package. “I think you are about to find out.”

  She moved in to kiss him on the neck. “What do you—”

  Before she could finish, he quickly stood, grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto the sofa. In another quick move, he removed his boxers and fell between her legs. “Enough of this teasing shit.”

  She looked into his eyes and read the burning lust in them. This fool done lost his mind! “Easy, baby. We got all night.”

  He ignored her as his breathing increased. He reached between them and yanked off her boy-shorts. She only had a second to see his black snake before he positioned himself and slammed inside her wet box. She watched with a mixture of passion and annoyance as his eyes closed in ecstasy. Rarely did Trenda give her pussy to any man. She enjoyed sucking a dick almost more than she did penetration. Thus, her pussy was in great shape, nice and tight. It had been eaten—by men and women—almost more than it had been fucked. The feel of his above average-sized penis slamming into her produced a waterfall in her vagina. His energy surprised her. Just as she’d almost accepted him taking her, he pulled out, stood and picked her up. “We need more room.” She put her arm around his neck. “I see you can be a bad boy.”

  He gave her a cold look. “You damn right.” He carried her into the bedroom of the suite and tossed her onto the bed. “Bend your ass over.”

  She narrowed her eyes, nipples and clit throbbing. I see he wants to be The Man. She grabbed a pillow, put her ass in the air and looked at him over her shoulder. “Like this, Daddy?”

  She watched as he gazed at her soft ass and pussy. “Yesss…just like that. Daddy likes that.” He crawled behind her, lined his dick up with her wet lips and slid inside. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard and fast.

  She laid her head sideways on the pillow. He is fuckin’ like the Energizer Bunny. I got something for his wannabe bad boy ass. She lifted her head and looked back at him. “Is that all you got? Fuck…me…harder!”

  He gritted his teeth as a bead of sweat ran down his nose. “Shut up and give me my pussy!”

  She pushed back to meet his every stroke. “C’mon, Daddy… fuck your nasty bitch good!”

  His guttural moan told her she had pushed his buttons. His grip tightened on her hips as he pounded harder. She used her pussy control and gripped his dick. “Fuck yes! Shit, this pussy… is…good! I love…fucking…my nasty bitch!”

  She reached back and rubbed her clit. “More! Tear this pussy up, Daddy!”

  The bed rocked and shook with each violent, pleasurable stroke. She felt his hands grip her ass cheeks firmly. He huffed and puffed. “Daddy…is about to…teach you…a lesson…for being… a bad…bitch!”

  She almost laughed. Listen to this proper-talkin’ fool tryin’ to sound all hard. “What you gonna do—”

  A split second later, she felt his dick pop out of her and land on her ass hole. The coat of her woman juice on his junk acted as a natural lubricant. “Time to punish you.” He pushed a little harder and his dickhead disappeared inside her tight ass.

  Oh helllll no he didn’t! She gripped the apricot-colored bedspread in both hands as he pushed deeper in her anus. Having her ass reamed was nothing new; but it was normally reserved as a treat for deserving lovers. Her clit fluttered as the pleasant pain stoked her fire. “Mmmmmm, Daddy…take…that…assssss…”

  His pleasure was so intense, he could no longer utter a decipherable phrase. He pounded her ass while pulling her hard nipples. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhmyyy Goddddd! MYAAAAAAA!”

  She enjoyed the feel of his heavy balls hitting her swollen pussy. “Yesssssss…let your bitch…know…how you…like this ass…”

  She felt him tremble and grip her hips tighter. His dick felt like a steel fist as he fucked her faster. He moaned as the first drop of pre-cum leaked into her ass. “Oooooooooooooooo fuck! Gonnnnaaaa cummmmmm!”

  Trenda bit down, and screamed into the pillow as his hot juice pumped into her. She climaxed as he held her tight and convulsed. He then collapsed on top of her, catching his breath. Moments later, she felt his rod fall out of her. She gently rolled him off of her. “Damn, baby! It felt like you nutted in me for five minutes!”

  He wiped sweat off his forehead and tried to catch his breath. “That was some of the best ass I’ve ever had!”

  “Thank you, baby.” She stood and felt his warm sperm leaking out of her. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but you really wore me out. I need to take a bath and go to sleep.”

  He wiped his face, then checked his watch. “It’s barely eleven o’clock.” He reached for her hand. “How ’bout we shower together, take a nap and have round two?”

  She eased her hand out of his and stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry, honey. I know that once my head hits the pillow, I’m done for the night. Can I get a rain check?”

  His half-flaccid, sticky-dick moved as he looked at her full lips and firm, perky tits. He took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled. “I guess a rain check is better than a solid, ‘No.’”

  She pressed her hands to his chest as he tried to get out of the bed. “Hold on…let me clean you up.”

  He placed his hands on her curvy hips. “Damn, Mya…your body is…mmmmmmm…”

  She looked in his lap and saw his dick growing. Oh, no, my brotha; we are done for the night. She smiled and backed out of his grip. “I’ll be right back.” She walked into the adjoining spacious, gold and white bathroom. She removed one of the neatly folded white washcloths off the gold rack next to the shower stall. She looked into the green eyes in the mirror as she lathered up the washcloth and smirked. Let’s see, I’ll fuck him again in a few days but make him wait for some of this monster head. Gonna have to get Mr. Dimples sprung real good since he don’t mind openin’ his wallet. Pleased with her plan, she went to wash him off and send him home.

  Seventeen

  The following morning, Trenda went out to breakfast. Damn, that dude must really love this cafe, Trenda thought as a middle-aged, gray-haired man took dozens of shots of Momma’s Café. And that’s the biggest lens I have ever seen. She turned away from the photographer, entered the eatery and read the want ads over breakfast. She folded the classified section, placed it on the table and exhaled. Sometimes I wish I would have gone to college… images of the beatings she took from her parents soured her mood. Although she was an A student in junior high school, it still wasn’t enough to please them. Her parents believed everything the media told them. She was routinely accused of things she didn’t do. Most of the time it was just because her parents thought all kids were into sex and drugs. Her room was searched without warning on a regular basis. They just knew they were going to find drugs or condoms. Sometimes they would stage their raids while she had company, embarrassing her to no end.

  By the time she got to high school, she started making their prophecies come true. Her motto became, “I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t.” After the many commando raids by her parents, she became skilled in the art of sneaking and stashing. The only reason she experimented with drugs was to get back at them. She would bring her weed home and hide it in the hollowed-out middle of her Bible. She would grin as he parents searc
hed everywhere in her room except for the Bible laying in plain sight on her nightstand.

  Sneaking boys and girls in and out of her room became a game to her. She became so brazen she would have sex while her parents held Bible study in the living room down the hall from her bedroom. She had her first girl-on-girl sexual experience as a sophomore. One afternoon after field hockey practice, she and her friend Tracy were the last to shower. Tracy couldn’t keep her brown eyes off Trenda as the soap suds covered her sexy, mocha-brown body. Trenda knew of the rumors of her being a lesbian, but she paid it no mind. Tracy, six inches taller than Trenda and a few pounds heavier, moved closer and closer. By the time Trenda noticed, Tracy was inches from her with stone-hard nipples. Trenda read the freaky desire in her eyes. Seconds later, her inner nympho took over. She bent over and sucked Tracy’s waiting tits. Tracy moaned and fingered Trenda’s hot pussy. Trenda returned the favor and they fingered each other until they climaxed. They enjoyed each other for another three months until Tracy moved away to Utah.

  Trenda felt a tickle in her twat as the memory faded. She took a sip of tea and her phone rang. She looked at the unknown number, hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”

  “Hey, girl! Wassup? This is Lollie.”

  Trenda relaxed at the sound of a friendly voice. “I’m eatin’ breakfast. What you up to?”

  “Gettin’ ready to run around for a while. Did you find a place to stay yet?”

  “Kinda…I’m stayin’ at the Hotel Oakland for a minute.”

  “Damn! You’re goin’ straight first class, I see.”

  Trenda smiled. “I have a new friend to thank for that.”

  “Oh really? Sounds like you found a Suga Daddy.”

  “I don’t know yet, but so far so good. I still need to find me a job though. You know you can’t count on a pussy-whooped man forever.”

  Lollie laughed. “You got that shit right! That reminds me; I might have a job for you if you’re interested.”