by Alia Thomas
Mother and child silently communicated across the airwaves. Lena stood blushing that she had been indirectly called out. Richard had more to say.
“This fabulous young lady here that I have introduced you to is one of those rare people I speak about. Compassionate, kind and even a little fiery.” The crowd laughed at the quip and then Richard dropped the grand finale. “Kimberly Walsh does not know it yet, but I want her to be my wife. I want her to be a part of my life and my family, so on the count of three I want you… all if you to ask her with me, ‘will you marry me?”
Kimberly was fainting and clutching her chest in the way only she could. Gently at first but then feverishly, as Richard loudly counted to three with his enthusiastic family following suit.
“Will you marry me?” They all shouted, and Kimberly burst into tears. It was the little girl Jasmine who would change it all when she tugged on the dress her father bought. It was just a private whisper between girls.
“Will you please marry my daddy? I am going off to college soon and he needs someone to take care of him while I am away. Besides that I really think you are pretty and I can paint your nails!”
Her thin hand emerged from behind her pink skirt and there, dangling on her thumb was a ring. Sparkling and bright, the single rock created a prism in the artificial light. Kimberly took the ring from the small girl and looked at Richard while the crowd held their breath.
“Yes, Richard. I will marry you.” Then she repeated loudly, “I will marry all of you!” Falling into Richard’s arms as the cheers and claps surrounded them she felt good. She felt alive. She felt complete.
From her loft, Queen Lena looked down at the spectacle of black and white before her. This wasn’t good enough. This couldn’t be happening. Where the hell was Richard’s father? The music was striking up again and everyone was dancing. Had they lost their minds? A black woman marrying her lily white son? No. Never!
Lena turned to walk away, but then changed her mind. She was a good woman who wanted the best for her only child. He could do better. Richard had addressed the crowd and now it was her turn. Weaving through the dancing couples, she made her way over Jed. He was bopping to Earth, Wind & Fire before the venomous Lena snatched the microphone away and pressed random buttons on the old console until the music ceased.
All attendees glanced around at the woman now yelling frantically, her voice piercing through the speakers.
“Each of you has lost your mind! How is this acceptable? This woman is an impostor and needs to be with her own kind. You said yes to Richard marrying her, but I say no! This not right! Nothing good can come from this mix!”
Richard was on the war path to reach his mother and possibly clobber her. It was the rustling at the patio steps where Lena once towered that brought the tirade to an abrupt end. The man responsible for the family fortune and the legends that followed their legacy, Robert Damask, made his entrance. Fashionably late, but still domineering, he announced his arrival with a loud, “Hello everyone!”
Richard was happy his own personal savior had arrived. Robert was a man of few words, but a deadly orator none the less. Lena stood in suspended animation. In their last conversation he had said he may not be coming. Evidently he had changed his mind.
“Lena, I have been listening to your useless chatter. Please leave Richard and this lovely young woman he has chosen, alone.” Walking toward Kimberly, his voice never quivered. As Robert stopped at Kim’s side, he lifted and kissed her hands. His vote mattered and he had approved.
Robert was not finished, “For those of you that were unaware, Lena has been screwing Stanley, the family driver for years. Upstanding black gentleman. I thank you for your assistance over the years.” Robert sent a soldier’s salute to Stanley who waved from where he stood next to the maids. His boss was alright in his books.
Lena was now officially beet colored and embarrassed. Dropping the mic and exiting stage left was her only option to escape the glares and laughter- plus Robert had one more announcement.
“Please welcome my personal guest and sweet heart, Robin.”
The slender, dark, Caribbean beauty emerged from her shelter behind a tree, narrowly escaping the running escape of Robert’s ex wife. Exquisite and elegant, only Kimberly’s beauty rivaled the new visitor in the place.
The father and son dynamic duo made way to their partner’s side, and the Uncle Jed struck up the band. There was a reason to celebrate. Love had made its way back into the Damask family quite colorfully.
*****
There was an old owl somewhere on Richard’s estate that hooted soulfully in the dark, wee into the morning hours. It was 3 am and Kimberly and Richard were still up. All the guests had long since left and Jasmine put to bed by her grandfather. Some good things came of the evening after all.
Still fully dressed, the two sat staring at the dancing candles flickering in the night, sipping the latest selection from the Damask wine cellar. He broke the silence as his beautiful fiancé eyes flickered, reflecting the flame.
Holding her hand and bringing her out the trance she seemed lost in, Richard said, “I could watch you forever Kimberly. I truly could.”
Smiling in that way that could melt his heart instantly, Kimberly leaned over without responding and brushed her lips against his, coaxing them apart.
It was Richard that turned it into a passionate kiss. Bringing his hand around her smooth neck, he pulled Kim into him, invading her mouth with his searching tongue. The kiss left her mouth and Richard took it to the hollow of her neck and the curve of her shoulder. Kimberly was floating.
Richard was the one driving this ship and it seemed that he was late for his arrival. His hands desperately roamed the back of Kimberly’s nakedness, exposed by his deliberate choice of dress. Toying with the line that existed between the white fabric and her brown skin, Richard looked for the zipper holding the impeding dress to her body. He wanted her free of the garment. Zipper located and pulled down amid a hail of kisses to the back of her neck, the dress fell into a puff around her ankles and there she stood.
Kimberly’s breasts and mound were now only covered by the soft mesh thong and lace bandeau bra. They were in his way and Richard was becoming agitated that there were more clothes to remove.
Backing her onto the bed from the chaise lounge where they once sat, Kimberly was eased onto the bed Richard once shared with his ex wife. It was time for new experiences and new beginnings. The bed would be gone by tomorrow and Kim could pick any one she liked.
Her legs were a secret obsession for Richard. Their sturdiness and structure aroused him and as he massaged the smooth, of skin of her inner thigh, Kimberly shuddered in anticipation. He was playing a game, moving closer and closer to her pussy without touching it and this made her crazy.
The ticking clock on the wall seemed louder and louder, and only Richard’s breath punctuated Kimberly's moans.
She wanted him to touch her, devour her, and take her. Kim’s nipples were ripe with desire and because Richard spent his time concentrating on the mound between her legs now swollen, Kimberly rolled the chocolate buds between her fingers, adding to her arousal. Taking the cue, Richard shifted his focus and closed his mouth over the ripe peaks.
Kimberly writhed and arched her back in reception of this welcome pleasure. She was wet and ready but Richard was not. Standing to his full height revealed his very erect shaft, without a word, he rolled his queen over onto her tummy. He wanted to have her from the back. Intuitive and yearning, Kim crouched on her knees, her glorious globes waving like twin buoys teasing the waves of his rigid plank.
Between her full legs and round ass cheeks, the lips of Kimberly’s bulging pussy protruded and Richard was suddenly hungry. Parting them easily with the help of the juices dripping down her thighs, he easily found her clit, just under the moist folds. With an artful and precise tongue, he suckled on her sensitive button and Kimberly lost it. Her cries reached fever pitch and her clutching at the sheets granted n
o release or escape. The pressure was building.
Pushing it to a whole new level, Richard found her waiting chasm. Circling the entrance with his tongue drove Kimberly to the edge of the bed and almost to the floor. Legs in the air and balanced on her hands, Kimberly knew she was cuming.
Richard didn’t let her get away. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her ass open and devouring the pussy before him. Pulling her legs into a half split, he delved his tongue in the middle of Kim’s pussy and tongue fucked her to oblivion.
The trembling started at her toes in the air and moved to the thighs and ass cheeks in his hands. Richard’s tongue became coated in the cream overflowing from his trembling fiancé. The deliciously thick liquid made his taste buds sing and he made certain she was clean and he was full at the end of his eating.
Easing back and lowering Kim’s legs back onto the bed, Richard positioned his cock in alignment with Kim’s moist chasm. Without hesitation, he forced the entire length of his throbbing shaft into her and it was then that the flood began.
A red hot heat covered his pelvis and in a glance he realized he was covered with her liquid. The stream continued to shoot out of her pussy and her ass vibrated with her climax. Spent of energy in those few moments, Kimberly collapsed on the bed, incensed by the cock still embedded deep inside her.
Her ass was perfect for gripping, there was no need for her to be on her knees, laying on her stomach was just fine. Spreading the ample cheeks as far apart as he could, Richard moved in the wet tight space. Forward and back he moved, filling her until she could hold no more. Kimberly’s ringlets were thrashing left to right as she tried to control the clenching of her pussy muscles. She was climbing the hill of ecstasy again and so was Richard.
The sound of their juices mixing was music to the dance, building to a magnificent crescendo. The ass before Richard clapped every time he surged forward and the sensation of tight moisture took him into a trance.
His palms were securely planted on the soft cheeks, driving home the train of pleasure pulling him to the top. The pounding in her ears was flooding her senses and Kim was trying to hold on to her last thread of sanity. It was no longer possible. The waterfall of pleasure burst the dams of her pussy and the cry from her lips was piercing.
Richard arrived quickly arriving after Kim. The thrusting of his hips stiffened and became more directed to the center bottom of her tightening crevice. The temperature gauge in his balls rose and Richard lost feelings in his thighs and all sensitivity went to the head of his cock. The orgasm was knocking and Richard had to answer.
Rushing out of him and into her, the cum spouted and escaped down the folds of Kimberly’s impaled pussy. He could not move, neither could she. The two stayed there, connected by the waist for a long time.
Reaching around and grabbing Richard’s hand, Kimberly placed his hand on her chest. He placed his head between her shoulder blades and listened to her now calm breathing. Feeling his warmth cover her back, she shifted his hand to the left and murmured, “Can you feel that my love? My heart is racing.”
Richard simply smiled and sighed, content that his world was happy once again, before he replied, “Kimberly, my heart is racing too.”
The end.
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The story of childhood sweethearts Allen and Frances, and a moment that changes their lives forever.
After a brutal accident leaves Frances hospitalized, doctors soon discover she has amnesia.
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But as they do, a shocking truth is discovered; Frances is pregnant!
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“You want to leave me over some bullshit like this? Okay then, go! Leave!” Frances began pushing Allen until his legs were outside the door. Then she collapsed on the floor and cried until she had no more tears. She didn’t expect that he would try to come back. He was about as mad as she was. It wasn’t her fault; she was trying her best. She couldn’t help the fact that her book had suddenly blown up; that she was now as busy as he was. It wasn’t her fault they didn’t get to spend as much time as they used to together. The problem with Allen St. James is that he was spoiled; being the man with the money meant that he didn’t have to wait his turn for everything. He was always ushered to the front of the line, always the one who kept people waiting. She’d stood by his side these ten years, ever since they were two teenage kids who found themselves on the street with no one to rely on but each other. Allen’s parents had been killed in a plane crash coming back from the island of St. Maarten where they’d been celebrating their twenty year anniversary. Fourteen year old Allen had been left with an uncle for the duration. When the dust had settled and the lawyers had departed, Allen was left with a hundred and thirty million in assets and stock options and a battle on his hands from his father’s former partner on who owned what. As a result of the prolonged and ugly nature of the case he was left at the mercy of a man who cared nothing for him. He ran off at fifteen, opting to live on the streets rather than continue subjecting himself to his uncle’s abusive behavior. He would have been dead inside a week if he hadn’t encountered Frances on his second day.
He was hunched over behind a dumpster, having been robbed of all his belongings but not yet hungry enough to sift through the garbage for food. Frances was just coming off her shift; she worked as a collector for a local bookie and had just finished her rounds. Sure she was a small girl but she was also fast and she knew how to use a baseball bat to lethal effect. She didn’t have to mostly; the customers she collected from knew her, knew who she represented; and knew what would happen to them if they tried anything weird. It was illegal sure, and she spent approximately half her time dodging the cops but it beat turning tricks for a living.
Normally, she didn’t try to get too involved with other street kids; they tended to want to suck you into their sorry existences – whether it was sex or drugs or both. It was a downhill destination and Frances wasn’t having any of it. She had a plan, and she was getting out, going straight and legit. She was going to be a writer. She already wrote; had pages and pages of short stories beneath her bed. She wanted to get a locker to store it all in; she knew that the bunker where she stayed wasn’t safe from vandals. Still it was as secure as she could make it and it would have to do for now. Something about this kid made her stop though. He wasn’t the usual type of street kid. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why though. Maybe it was tha
t his face was just too clean; or his hands were free of tracks…anyway, whatever the reason; she stopped and stared at him.
“Whassup witchu?” she asked him. He looked right miserable slumped as he was between the dumpster and the brick wall that housed the neighborhood soup kitchen. It wouldn’t be open for at least another four hours. He looked up at her with the most extraordinary gray eyes she’d ever seen.
“Leave me alone,” he said dully, sounding defeated by life already.
Frances hesitated; she really should do as he said and keep walking. Her bed was calling.
“You need help man?” she asked instead.
He stared at her speculatively and she wondered what he was seeing.
*****
What Allen was seeing was a petite dark haired light skinned black girl with green eyes and the most unkempt hair he’d ever seen on a female. It was long almost reaching halfway down her diminutive frame and looked like it had about zero acquaintance with a comb. She looked like a strong breeze could blow her over in spite of the baseball bat she was holding in her tiny hand. She couldn’t be more than ten years old and here she was asking him if she could help him?
“I got a bunker if you need somewhere to sleep,” she said, he couldn’t tell if her complexion was naturally glowy or she was blushing. Surely she wasn’t suggesting…
“You really shouldn’t invite strange men to follow you home you know,” he told her chidingly.
She laughed. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief as she stood there laughing at him, a deep rich honeyed belly laugh that seemed to come right from the center of her being. He frowned at her, wondering what was so funny.
“Are you coming or not?” she asked still smiling.
Allen was tired of the cold hard ground. He would be glad of a softer surface to lie down on, maybe somewhere warmer. Maybe she had some food she’d be happy to share with him? He didn’t like to take advantage of a kid, but he was cold, hungry and tired.
