by Red Snapper
She traced her finger around his chiseled face, around his lips, letting him take her finger in his mouth and suck on it lightly.
“And while you're finger-fucking my ass, I want to suck your dick clean and lick your balls, getting you deep into my throat, drowning out the moans of pleasure.”
She looked him straight in his eyes as she said, “Lay down, please.”
She motioned for him to lie on the bed as she straddled him in a 69 position, ensuring her head was where the pillow was with the Glock. She ensured that she was in position, so he could finger her ass and cunt while she sucked his dick. Brian could still smell her, and her smell mixed with his was sweet and enticing. He looked at her ass and remembered what it was like the first time he fucked her in the ass, totally hot, and knew that soon he'd be doing it again. Niesha hadn't even done anything to him yet and he could feel himself starting to get hard again. “Mmmm…baby…thank you for the approval,” she said turning and smiling at him.
It was a quick smile because soon her mouth was on him, tongue swirling around the head and hitting the sensitive spot just underneath. She was making good on her promise to try and get him deep in her throat. Her mouth felt warm, smooth, silky, and amazing. He was lost in the pleasures she was giving him that it wasn't until she stopped that he realized he was being too selfish. He started fingering her pussy, getting his fingers wet and teasing her. He'd fuck her and twist his fingers in her and around her G-spot, causing her to squirm and break her concentration on sucking his cock. He reached around with his other hand and diddled her clit, jerking it like a small dick needing more encouragement to stand out. She was so wet that he didn't need any other source of lube to get three fingers in her ass.
As soon as he started fingering her ass, her moaning vibrated on his dick and gave him shivers of pleasure. He knew he was distracting her now, and soon she stopped all together. Using both hands, Brian finger-fucked her cunt and ass, while she pushed herself back closer to him, not wanting to let him be able to get away.
Suddenly, she lurched forward and turned around, so she was straddling him and facing him at the same time. He sat up and his dick was at full attention.
“Help me balance,” she asked and he obliged.
She lowered her ass onto his dick and it sent shivers up her spine. The feeling of being filled up was different to her ass, than her pussy and it was almost instant orgasm for her. After a minute into this, she realized that she had a job to do and that was to take his ass out.
She looked at him and said in a sultry voice, “I want you to finger me while I fuck your dick with my ass.”
She gave him a deep passionate kiss that immediately let him know she wasn't just saying it. Of course, she was only trying to convince him that she was serious when she really wasn’t. She started bouncing up and down, slowly at first allowing her body to adjust, and then faster and harder. His fingers struggled to keep up with her movements, so he gave her three fingers to bounce on as well. Her orgasms were some of the most intense she had, all that pressure built up inside of her, more and more and Brian was nearing his own time to cum. Niesha grabbed him by the head and kept kissing him, sometimes sweetly; sometimes she was more aggressive, depending on whether or not she'd just cum again. He grabbed her hips and helped her fuck his dick, while up and down she bounced.
“Fuck me," he grunted, “I want to cum in your ass.”
“ Oh you will,” she said. “I want to know if you're ready.” “Are you ready to cum yet?”
“ Yes, but I want to hear you tell me what you want.”
“ Brian,” she leaned in and whispered, “I want you to cum in my sweet little ass.”
That was all it took. He slammed her down so the full length of his dick was in her ass and he came more intensely than before, his whole body shaking from the experience. He was totally spent, and Niesha smiled, finally satisfied.
After their orgasms subsided, she got up from the bed. Brian was still laying on his back with his eyes closed when she grabbed the Glock 19 from under the pillow and aimed it at Brian’s head as she was about to pull the trigger, the unknown assailant fired three shots at Niesha, hitting her in the back of her head and the middle of her back. When the force of the shots hit her, she jerked violently and fell forward on Brian. He opened his eyes immediately as he put his arms around her. When he did, he immediately felt blood coming from her head and back. He quickly jumped up, pushing her off him. When he got up, he saw the unknown assailant standing at the end of the bed with the Glock in his hand. He stepped into the light and Brian immediately recognized who he was.
“Mr. Muhammad X…what’s going on?” “What are you doing here?” “Did you know she was going to kill me?” “That’s good looking out man!”
Mr. Deveraux…sleeping with your enemies is not a good way to stay alive!” “You should be very careful who you invite into your bed.”
Brian looked at Niesha’s lifeless body, with the gun still in her hand, than he glanced back at Muhammad as he said, “Well…I know that everything is alright with us man…you know I never did you wrong…right?” “You were always there for me…so why are you doing this now?”
“Mr. Deveraux…this is business…it has always been business for me!” “I always go with the highest bidder…your bid was just not high enough.”
Brian glanced at him and said, “Before you do it…just tell me who…who put this hit out on me?”
Muhammad laughed as he replied, “Does it really matter…you’re fucked up man…you are about to join up with Maxwell…in fuckin’ hell…so Aleikum Es Salaam!” “Oh...the Lady Mistress sends her regards!”
Before Brian could move, Muhammad commenced to fire the Glock several times as Brian stood there receiving the rounds in his body. The rounds were hitting him with such force; all he could do was receive them, as his body shook. Finally, he fell to the floor with his eyes still open as he looked down at the floor. All Brian could see was his murderer’s shoes as he walked over to him and put the gun to his head. Brian closed his eyes as he waited for the final shot, he thought, “I knew she would fuck me like this…just like her daughter…she ain’t shit!”
Brian yelled out as loud as he could, “FUCK YOU…TANGIE LAURIE!”
Instantly, the last bullet penetrated his head, all the memories of his life flashed before him, but his last thought was the love he had for his girl Tianna, as he took his last breath.
After he finished him off, he checked to ensure that both victims were deceased. He slowly strolled out the house and got back into his car. As he drove away from the house, he took out his cell phone and dial Tangie’s private number. He allowed the phone to ring several times before she finally answered.
“Well, Mr. Muhammad…I see you have taken care of my little dilemma.”
“Yes…you have two for the price of one!” “I only need you to compensated me for the girl…Mr. Deveraux was a gift from me to you!”
“Why thank you sir…you are very kind, but I still want to pay you for your trouble…that is how I do it!”
“That is fine Lady Mistress…our agreed upon amount is enough for me.
“$250,000 will be at the location that you indicated.” “Thank you…we should have lunch sometime soon!”
“I would love that…Es Salaam Aleikum!”
“Aleikum Es Salaam!”
Muhammad noticed that there was a blue S.U.V. park across the street from the house, but played it off as he continued to drive away. Tiberius lifted his head as Muhammad’s car continued down the street and turned the corner. He looked into the rearview mirror and thought, “Something tells me that that muthafucka is dead!”
He smiled as he put on his sunglasses, started the truck, and drove away.
Meanwhile, back at the Laurie Mansion, Tangie hung up the phone as she turned to Waynell.
“Darling…everything is ready for tomorrow night?”
“Yes, mother…I have everything ready and we will have a large initiation…on
e of the largest in twenty years.” “Our theme for this year’s initiation is The Guild’s Swingin' Halloween Masquerade Ball!” “Everyone must dress up, with masks and everything.” “This should be very erotic, especially when they have sex with their partner and not reveal their identities until midnight!”
“Excellent girl…that is a hot idea Waynell.” “Vikki…I need you to come with me.” “Waynell…I need to take care of some business.” “I will see you later okay baby?”
“Yes mother…I will have all the details for you upon your return.”
As her mother and Vikki walked out of the room, Waynell was still contemplating how she would get Walter back in her bed. She thought, “I know I can get him again…I just need to get him to see me again!”
Chapter 18
About four hours later, the homicide unit and the Crime Scene Investigation Forensic Team was now at the scene of the crime where earlier that afternoon, Brian Deveraux and Niesha Jefferson, aka the Black Widow Killer were found assassinated. There seemed to be about thirty uniform police officers on the scene as Detectives Dryer and Harper entered into the Deveraux’s house. Because this case happened on the Kansas side of the border, the Olathe Police were on the scene. The place was a total mess as blood and brain matter were all over the floor and bed where Niesha’s body laid. Brian’s body was on the floor as the blood on the floor and bed made the place simply reek with death.
Dryer and Harper walked up to one of the uniformed officers.
“Who is in charge of this investigation?”
“Sir…that would be Detective Lovejoy…he’s over there by the bodies.”
They both looked at each other as they walked over to him.
“Detective Lovejoy…I’m “Detective Dryer and this is Detective Harper, with the Kansas City Police Department.”
“I know who you are…I was told you would be here.” “I was the second officer on the scene…Officer Johnson was here first who found this mess.” “How do you know the Vics?”
‘We were about to close a murder investigation on Mr. Deveraux, but this other Vic, I don’t know her.” replied Detective Dryer.
Lovejoy glanced at Detective Harper, smiling as he opened his notepad and began to brief them.
“The victims, as you know are one Brian Deveraux and one Niesha Jefferson, aka the Black Widow Killer.”
Harper replied, “The Black Widow Killer…the F.B.I. had been looking for her for over ten years.”
“That is correct,” replied Lovejoy. “She was spotted about a three months ago hanging around Deveraux and his deceased girlfriend, a Ms. Tianna Gibson, as you already know was murdered a month ago.” “I believe Mr. Deveraux and his friend were here in the house, making love when the perpetrator came in or was hiding in this closet, killing Ms. Jefferson first, shooting her three times, two in the back and one in her head with a Glock 19.” “It seems odd but, I believe Deveraux must have known his killer.” “There was a long period of delay before he was finally killed…he died about fifteen minutes after she did from several shots to the upper torso, but the fatal shot was to the back of the head.” “It’s odd he didn’t try to reach for the Glock she had in her hand.” “There was no sign of forced entry, which means that the assailant must have entered in through the sliding doors in the den.” “It was unlocked.”
Dryer looked at Harper as he replied, “Shit…I almost had his ass…damn!” “This is not right…he was supposed to serve time for killing Tamika Jackson!”
Harper glanced at Dryer as she replied, “Yeah…but the streets got him first!”
Dryer looked at Harper and shook his head as he thanked Detective Lovejoy for the information. Harper looked at Dryer as she said, “Who do you think is responsible for this?” “This was not just any other murder, this was a professional hit!” “This is almost identical to Costantino’s murder.”
Dryer looked at her and said, “Yes, you’re right, it was a hit, but who did he piss off that they felt he deserved this shit…just like Costantino…somebody is taking these people out like flies?”
Harper replied, “What do all these people have in common…that is what we need to investigate.” “You know this is not by chance!” “Somebody is tying up some loose ends.”
Dryer laughed as he replied, “I don’t know but one thing is for certain…whoever they pissed off, they will not do it again.”
The trees were gaudy with autumn color when Kellita went to meet Leon at his apartment. She was nervous and concern because he requested to see her about something and he did not tell her what it was. As she was driving to his apartment, she could not help what was on his mind. “I wonder if he knows that I have been trying to find out the true about him and Coco,” she thought. As she continued to drive, she tried to keep herself focus on what she would say to him if he asked her about her snooping around. There was his apartment at the end of the corner. Her heart was now beating really fast as she came closer. She approached his apartment, with fear in her heart. She parked her car close to the building as possible, just in case she needs to make a quick getaway in the event that Leon’s temper would go into frenzy. She sighed as she put the car in park, tapping the steering wheel as she tried to gather her nerve to face him. She turned off the ignition, opened the car door and stepped out of the car. As she now stood in front of his building she thought, “It is what it is…I will just tell him the truth and if he gets fuckin’ crazy…than I will do what I have to do!”
After a few moments, she found enough confidence to walk into his apartment building to his apartment. One would think that someone making close to $20,000 dollars a week dealing drugs that they would be living a life of luxury, but Leon was too smart to live above his means only to draw attention to his operation, instead he lived in a rundown apartment complex on the South side of Chicago. It was evident that this place was dirty. As Kellita strolled down the roach infested halls there was trash all over the floors and at the end of the hall was a large trashcan with rats running through it. Before she could get to his apartment door she stepped over a large dead rat that was lying there. She frowned as she knocked on his door. She waited for about ten seconds when a large man opened the door. He was about 6’5” and he looked like he was easily 350 lbs. He was smoking a Black and Mild and had a beer in his other hand as he stood there waiting on her to state her business.
“I am here to see Leon…is he here?”
“Yeah…he said you were coming…you coming in?”
She walked into the apartment as she noticed there were at least five of his henchmen in the living room, smoking blunts and drinking some Grey Goose. As he strolled back to his seat he pointed to the bedroom and said, “Leon is in there!”
She smiled as she walked toward the room. As she approached the door, she thought she could hear voices in the room so she waited for three minutes before knocking on the door.
She glanced back into the living room and noticed the large man and some of the other smiling and laughing as if they were waiting to see what would happen as she opened the door. She slowly put her hand on the door knob as she knocked on the door.
“Yo…what you want?”
“It’s me…Kellita…can I come in?”
With that, the door swung opened wide. Leon was standing there wearing nothing but his pants, which were sagging on his cheeks. His muscles were flexing in full effect as Kellita gazed at his chest and abs. She felt a tinkle in her pussy as he motioned for her to enter the room.
“What up baby gurl?” “You miss me?”
She smiled as Leon always had away to make her relax, “Yes…I did miss you…you know that!”
“That’s good to hear…I just got one question…words out you been doing some snooping around checking on a muthafucka…what up with that ma?”
She wiped the smile off her face as she looked at him.
“So…you just gon’ look at me and don’t fuckin’ explain bitch?” “Why you checkin’ up on me bitch?” �
�You fuckin’ Five-O?”
“She immediately replied, “No Leon…I ain’t the fuckin’ police…look I was just making sure that you were not getting used.” “I love you Leon!”
“What the fuck do you mean getting used…ain’t nobody using me bitch!”
She looked at him straight in the eyes and said, “Look Leon…I just wanted to make sure you knew the truth.”
“What truth…whatcha talkin’ bout?”
She looked down at the floor, than glanced back at his face, “The truth about Coco Freeman.”
“Gabrielle is not your daughter.”
“What?”
“She is not your daughter…she is J Mack’s daughter…Coco lied to you about it and you have proof.” “Why are you letting her do this to you?”
Leon looked at her and said, “I knew that there was a test…but I refused to believe that she would do this to me.” “Why you doing this shit Kellita?”
She sighed as she replied, “Because you don’t deserve to be treated like this!”
He sighed as he replied, “I just wanted to love her and take care of the baby, and you know have a family yo!”
“You deserve to have your own family…one that I can provide for you.”
“What…you fuckin’ pregnant?”
“Yeah Leon…you are going to be a father.” “We are going to have a family together!”
Leon glanced at her as he replied, “You sure it’s my baby?” “How do I know you been just with me?”
Kellita was now furious as she replied, “I knew you was going to say sum shit like that Leon…well guess what, I only been with you and we can get a test to prove it!”
He paused as he sat down on the bed, thinking about what she just said.
“You know something Kellita; I hope that you are not doing this to break me and Coco up!” “I know you want me to stop fuckin’ with her.” “You know…I think you should get out right now, because my boy told me you been fuckin’ around anyway.”
She looked at him as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She slowly turned around and walked toward the door. Before she opened the door, she turned around and said, “You are making a mistake Leon…I am carrying your child and you want to diss me for a child that is not yours?” “That’s scandalous Leon!”
