Misconduct 2

by Nicety

  My back arched, preparing for the big bust and at that very moment I shot a plethora of cum right into her mouth, hearing her choke on the drink as she swallowed. She stopped bobbing only sucking on the head as I fell weak and was rendered helpless. She made sure to suck every drop out of me, swirling her tongue around the tip for added comfort. When she was done, Ashley raised her head up with her hand still stroking my shaft waiting on it to go limp before she let it go. She admired it smiling down at it like she had never seen one so long and so erect. Yep, it was still slightly erect. A year of no ass would do that to you.

  “Ahh, shit!!”

  My legs trembling and wobbling, I reached over palming a nice chunk of her backside, struggling to break free from its seductive girth. She had swallowed my dick and my seeds without stopping, allowing it to tap the back of her throat effortlessly. It was an astonishing sight, one that I wish I could have caught on tape. It would have been perfect to review everyday as a lesson of what should be done and how a dick should be treated. Starla would never know what to do to get me to this point but it would be great to have a way to show her. Too bad that would not go over so well, even if I did. Ashley’s chocolate body moved in a figure eight motion, seductively and carefully sucking all of the flavors from this stick and I had to say that I enjoyed every minute of it.

  “Mmm. That was nasty good. Now drive baby, so I can feed you your lunch as well.”

  My hand quickly turned the key and as the car revved up, I peeled out. I didn’t even think about fixing my clothes. There was no time. Our bodies jerked as the car pulled off, dodging pedestrians and curves in the process. Stupid Benz wasn’t going fast enough.

  Chapter 9

  Starla

  “Ah shit. Ah! I’m gonna cum,” I yelled, lying and hoping it would stop his pounding.

  My body was no longer in tune with his anymore and my pussy was dry as fuck. I could not allow myself to cum on his dick any longer, especially when I was not the least bit attracted to the type of person he was presenting to me. Particularly not after the daily beatings he had been giving me since Saturday. He had become so complacent with doing it, that he would just beat me for no reason and sometimes during sex.

  It was a ritual that he performed whenever I walked through the door. The room grew dark every time I was in his presence and yet, I kept coming back for more. It was as if I was irresistibly and dangerously attracted to death. It was beyond degrading and I could stand for it no more though I felt I had no way to truly leave him. I needed to get to that therapist and fast. In my head, I felt like she was the only one who could actually be able to fix me. She was my only hope.

  “You ain’t cum bitch. Cum on this daddy dick. Cum,” Brian growled as Trina pulled her pussy out of my mouth.

  The smell of hot churning pussy was choking the air. That was minimized by the unwavering smell of the narcotic I couldn’t seem to break myself free from. Apart of me believed that if I could break that habit, I could break the hold Brian had over me. He knew I’d keep coming back, needing to be fed that demon. He was surely never in danger of me ever leaving him because of it.

  Trina repositioned herself in a sixty-nine position with me, having her fill of my pearl tongue to give me a little added incentive to cum. I was not in the mood but I knew she was only trying to help. I forced my eyes closed and thought about the both of them being Chino making love to me. Then I imagined he jumped out of my pussy to give it a good tongue-lashing. Back and forth I went between fantasies. I hoped that would be enough to make me cum all over his dick compelling him to collapse on the floor or bed, whichever I could care less.

  “I’m coming,” I screamed, squeezing my eyes tight and forcing it out of me.

  “Ah yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.” His favorite words.

  My jaws were sore. Not from eating Trina’s pussy or sucking his oversized dick but from the slapping they had taken prior to it. Trina continued to eat my pussy though. She said she loved the clean way that it tasted. She said it tasted pure and untainted. Whatever the hell that meant. Brian burst his nut all on my thighs slapping them hard as hell with his massive hands. He required that I continued to suck on Trina’s pussy, until he said he had enough of that show before I stopped.

  I was high enough to keep going for as long as he needed me to. As soon as he yelled stop I was going to try to get away any way that I could. It was Monday morning. I should have been at work not getting my pussy ravaged by two drug addicts. I was now addicted to drugs as well though, the pot calling the kettle black, but I could only admit it to myself.

  If anyone else dared called me that I would scream and probably try to beat the shit out of them. It was because of this that I could not face Chino. He had to figure that I was a bitch, with all the hiding and avoiding I was doing. The truth was I could not let him see me this way, all beat up and doped out. I wanted him to only know me as the same girl he married. Even with the odd position that I was in, I could not help but think about how much I truly loved that man.

  My pussy tingled and as Brian collapsed on the bed he snuggled his way under me popping each of my tits in his mouth. Euphoria overcame me as I raised my hips up and popped my pussy on top of Trina’s mouth fucking it like it was going out of style. My ass bounced in the air and as that meat jiggled it only increased the shooting tickling sensation flowing easily through my body. Brian sucked and flicked my tits with his tongue so gently and nicely, it reminded me of the first time he had ever been gentle with me. It felt so good that I was not prepared to stop.

  Trina stuck her finger in my asshole and began fucking me gently. In the back of my mind, I hoped Brian did not see it since he had been trying to force himself in there for months but I would always run away leaving him too tired to fight me for it. But, Trina’s skinny little finger pumping in and out of my tight sweet little ass was just the ticket I needed to cum good and right. With her other hand, she pulled back the hood of my clit and began sucking and licking at the same time making me helpless once Brian started the exact same motion on my tits.

  “Ooo, shit,” I moaned so hard that my nipples were as solid as ice cubes.

  My pussy was blazing as I rubbed Trina’s clit with my hand unable to continue sucking, due to being stuck in sex face from the hard orgasm I just experienced. Her hips gyrated around loving the feeling of my hand smacking up against her clit but I think she was enjoying sucking the juices out of me even more. I rolled Trina over yanking my tits out of Brian’s mouth and covering my entire ass over her face positioning myself on top of her. She made a blubbering sound like she was swimming in all that ass. She loved it and for the first time since I had been fucking them both at the same time, I smiled.

  “Alright y’all can stop that shit now. Y’all having too much damned fun.” Brian’s jealousy resonated before he collapsed back on the bed out of breath.

  I thought he was done since he was breathing heavily but I was sadly mistaken. After fondling and sucking on Trina for a few minutes, he freed his mouth from her pussy after only a few short licks. Then he rose to stick his fat dick deep inside of me. He raised my legs placing them on his shoulders and locking his arms around them grabbing and squeezing my ass in the process. I was hemmed up so tightly that I could barely move or breathe. He positioned himself right above my opening then inserted as roughly as possible into my already ravaged pussy. I bellowed from the top of my clouded lungs while he continued to bash my sweet little opening horridly.

  “Not so rough,” I cried. “ Please not so rough.”

  “Shut up, bitch and take this dick,” he moaned continuously ramming his piece inside of me anxiously.

  I cried and begged the whole time feeling my pussy being ripped open with every pump. The first time he fucked me in the hotel was nothing like this. He was gentle and banged me like he was making love to my shit. But now he was beating me up like it had owed him money or something. He was surely taking his frustration out on me for one reason or another
. I had become his own personal punching bag.

  I squeezed my eyes praying he would come soon. My pussy was dry as ever and could not take any more abuse. Brian felt his dick was God’s gift to women. He felt like I should have felt privileged that I was even getting a chance to feel him inside of me since there were women veering around the block for a chance at him. In my opinion, they could have his ass if this was what he was like months down the road after one meets him. I tried to shift my weight so that it would not feel so bad but that was no use. I decided the only way out was to help him get it.

  “Yeah, you like this baby. Cum for this pussy! My tight sweet little pussy. Show it whose boss daddy.” My pussy ached, as I talked dirty into his ear to egg him on.

  Brian listened to my voice even though he would never admit that it was soothing to him. He knew that women often said they wanted a man that lasted for hours but when they got it they grew tired and wanted it to end. But, he was addicted to primos and that was the only reason why he lasted so long. It gave him the sexual appetite of ten men and if he gave up that easily there would be a trick to it. It had me the same way.

  I tried to blank out almost allowing him to fuck a half dead corpse but that did not work either. He shook the entire bed trying to get that cum out of his dick and as I looked over Trina just sat there through the earthquake puffing heavily on a primo. In a few months, this would be her and she saw that.

  “Ahh!” I shrieked wanting the show to be over as soon as possible.

  I got it. He had proved himself as a man and I would bow down to him at all cost just to keep from getting any of his severe physical beatings ever again. That is if my plan is foiled and I was unable to get out from underneath his wing. He jumped out of me abruptly dripping secretions from his hard dick, lying down then pulling me on top of him. I was thankful that my legs got a rest for a minute but my gratitude would be short lived as he directed his dick to be shoved right back into my battered pussy. I felt tears build up in my eyes.

  “Please get some lube,” I begged as my cries went unanswered.

  He shoved me down onto his thick schlong making me take every last bit of it. I bounced up and down on it like a rag doll, unable to enjoy any part of it. I felt a wet coldness drip from my tight hole and assumed either I was coming from this shit or it was blood. It seemed like he would never cum and the act would go on forever. Brian looked down at his dick like it was a prize to be won. Forcefully, he tossed me off and turned me over on all fours, spitting down onto my ass cheeks rubbing the spit down onto the hole.

  “That’s all I’m giving you. That’s all you deserve,” he recited as he spat again on my ass cheeks and rubbed it in.

  It was not my ass that needed the lube it was my torn V-like opening. I tried to make the best of the situation by rubbing my nipples to cum but the pain in my ass trumped everything I tried to do. Even when I tried to cheat and only go halfway down on his dick for a few minutes only pissed him off even more.

  Brian ripped the seal of my virginal asshole and was kicking the door open with full force. He gripped my love handles tightly gradually pushing me back onto his dick then pounding my body against his. Our skin slapped together rapidly enough that those spots began to turn red. I was fed up with being treated like a human garbage disposal. I was not about to let him abuse my lovely openings anymore.

  “Argh.” Brian bellowed as he threw me off of his pounder.

  He had come and it splatted all on his stomach in small increments. My pelvic area was numb, seemingly broken, yet grateful that I did not have to wait for him to finish. He ordered Trina to lick me clean. Of course, she crawled over to me doing exactly what she was told with no hesitation. I never understood why she adhered to his every beck and call like an obedient dog. Didn’t she know that she was worth so much more than that? Though, who was I to question her motives? Her tongue was warm and soothing but trying to make me cum was out of the question. I was numb and felt virtually nothing.

  “Alright, alright. Enough of that. Y’all chill for a minute damn. Either I’m getting old or you bitches are getting too young,” he coughed as he puffed on a primo.

  Needless to say, I was disappointed and relieved all at the same time. My legs rushed off of Trina’s face, quicker than a speeding bullet. I then grabbed my clothes and headed in the bathroom to cleanse my body a bit. I washed the shit out of my face, lathering the soap into my skin as if the foulness of what went on in the room would simply wash right off. At least the smell was gone. Besides, it would not be good for me to talk to anybody with pussy lingering on my lips.

  There was no toothbrush or paste so I used the soap to wash my mouth out as well. The fresh taste killed my taste buds, as I tried hard not to swallow. Once I had gotten clean, I put my clothes on then tossed some ice-cold water on my face. It assisted in calming my chemical high down, from smoking so many primos. The mirror displayed an ashamed woman who could barely stare at herself, cutting my eyes to the floor, before I stepped out the door.

  “Um, I think I should go. I think my period came down,” I lied with my voice low and out of tone.

  “Ewe, bitch you bleeding? That’s nasty. You should have told us that shit before you got here,” Brian said taking a hit of his freshly rolled primo.

  “I just felt it that’s why I jumped up.” My eyes shifted towards Trina as she eyed me back giving a slight nod, knowing exactly what I was doing.

  “Are you sure bitch? ’Cause, if I catch you in a lie you already know you gon’ catch the flux with these one hitters right here.” Brian threw his fist in the air tauntingly.

  “Do you want me to strip and bend over so you can see, big daddy? I don’t have no problem showing you if that’s what you want.”

  “Starla, if you show me that shit I will beat your ass.”

  “Sorry for speaking like that big daddy.” I returned my eyes to the dingy brown carpet.

  “Naw, I’m gon’ take your word for that shit. Call me in five days when you done with that shit. Take that shit home to hubby. We ain’t got time for that shit there. Right baby?” He turned to kiss Trina on the forehead.

  “Right big daddy.” She smiled stroking his ego. “We’ll holla at you, Starla.”

  My head hung low, I stepped slowly out the door refusing to turn back. The unlock button on my keychain met with my thumb, as I scurried down the old stairwell in a panic, heading to my car. My heart grew slightly heavy, as I couldn't help to feel a little bad about leaving Trina. Still she knew what she was doing. Besides, Brian was her meal ticket and as long as she did exactly what she knew to do she would be alright.

  I was not cut from the same cloth as they were and had a taste of the good life. I could not go back to the motherless nothing that I used to be. My living may not have been wealthy in children but there was plenty of love. I simply needed to rekindle that. I started the car up and peeled out, eager to find a way back to my reality.

  On the road, my thoughts shifted to my mother who had abandoned me at a fire station. I was five and she was a junkie. I had been an orphan for as long as I could remember. There was no telling if that lady was even still alive, besides my memory of her face was a little sketchy. Luckily, a middle class Hindu lady who had nothing but love for kids in poverty fostered me.

  She showed us all she could and made sure we went to school, had three hot meals and a cot to sleep on. She couldn’t have any kids and felt that was her only way to have some sort of a family. But as a foster kid, at eighteen they kick you out of the system and out of your foster home leaving you to basically fend for yourself. I haven’t spoken to her in years.

  So, I wasn't really shocked when Trina told me her story. I was touched that she had even extended that much information about herself to me. She read me like an open book, delivering some knowledge to me, even though she could have been a bitch about it.

  If I ever saw her on the street I would probably befriend her and try to help her find a better way. Anything was better than
laying up with no nothing ass men, so that they would pay her rent every month. Then again, I probably wouldn’t. I do not want to have anything else to do with them, or anyone who lives the lifestyle that they lead.

  For days, I've had the doc's number stored in my phone, tossing the Post-It. I couldn't risk anyone finding it by accident. I checked the address on my phone at a stoplight and headed straight for the doctor’s office in Schaumburg. Thankfully, it was very close to my house. I drove on never looking back. I did, however, have the regret that I met Brian. I wished like hell that I had never fallen head over heels for him and fucked up my marriage. It was fucked up that it took me so long to see that Chino was more of a man than Brian would ever be.

  Brian was a coward who hit females and I would be damned if he ever hit me like that again. I had to get out. It took a little longer than I had anticipated but I was out. Not even the devil himself could force me to go back with bribery of returning my soul back to me. I was not one of those chicks whose man beats her up.

  The craving my veins had kept drawing me back though. It would take all the power in my being, not to go groveling back to him. I hit the expressway like a bat out of hell. My lips recited a chant as I rocked back and forth. I needed to tell Chino to change my cell number on his family plan. I slid my finger down the steering wheel, pressing the command button so I could direct the car to dial the doc’s number.

  "Good morning. Dr. B's office."

  "Hi, um. Is the doc available?"

  "Hmm, I do believe she is. Hold on just one second. May I ask who’s calling?" A female receptionist responded.

  “Yeah, um, it’s Starla Jacobs. I had spoken with her a few days ago over the phone. Um, my insurance is Blue Cross Blue Shield.”

  “Oh yes, Mrs. Jacobs, just one moment.” The receptionist was very bright eyed and bushy tailed, before sending me to wait on hold in elevator music hell.