by AP Jermaine
“Why? We can’t do nothing.” She pouted as she laid out across the bed revealing that beautiful pink pussy. Her sex looked swollen it was so meaty, and was already starting to leak juice.
“Oh yeah? Why can’t we?” I asked reaching underneath her to squeeze a handful of tit.
“Because I don’t know you like that. I aint no ho.” She pouted again.
“Ok shorty. We won’t have sex. We’ll just chill.” I raised her leg and kissed the bottom of her feet. Reaching out for her other foot, I brought it up to my mouth, and showered it with the same love and affection.
“SSSSSSSSSS….” Lauryn hissed as I took her toes into my mouth and sucked hungrily from big toe to pinky. Leaning up, she pulled for my dick then reached for my balls.
“Yeah, I know this is our first date, and I know you said we couldn’t do nothing, but there’s um… a little problem.”
“Huh? What you….?” I pounced on Lauryn from behind as her breath caught in her throat! Slapping my hands over her mouth, I brought my own closely to her ear as I whispered criminally.
“Do exactly as I say, and I won’t have to hurt you.” I stared into her eyes with danger in my meaning. Removing one had from her mouth, I quickly slapped it around her throat and squeezed slightly. Her eyes grew wide with question and fear. “I’m going to remove my other hand from your mouth now. Do not scream. Do not cry out for help. Do as I say and you may just live through this. Nod your head if you understand.” With wide eyes, she nodded obediently. Removing my hand slowly, I turned her over and looked into her doe like eyes. “Sit up” I ordered as she quickly did as she was told.
“I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt me please.” She whimpered grabbing hold of my dick, lifting my sack with her free hand, and licking at my ball hungrily.
“Lick it down the sides.” Lauryn shivered as she slowly licked from base to head. “That’s good. Now put it in your mouth. If you bite me, I’ll break both your jaws.” My speech was intensely vicious.
“I won’t. I mean I’ll… I mean… I’m not gonna fight. I’ll do as I’m told.” The blowjob started slowly, gradually gaining momentum as the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped me. Attempting to deep throat my wood, Lauryn choked about halfway down, gagging for air as her eye watered and her mouth got wetter from her own saliva. Vigorously she continued to suck with pure intensity! With a turn of her head, she was under my balls, nibbling at the tender spots just up under the sack that drives most men over the edge! Hand pumping my dick, she used her warm mouth to massage my nuttsack! Instantly I pushed her away as I felt my third nutt of the day, rumbling its way to the surface! “I’m sorry sir. Did I do something wrong?” Lauryn held her head down knowing not to look me in the eyes.
“Shut up! Only speak when spoken to.”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry.”
“Stand up.” I commanded as Lauryn shot to her feet. “Turn around.” I barked out my order. As if she weren’t moving fast enough for me, I stood up, grabbed her, tossed her onto the bed and was on her like a lion on its prey! Placing a firm hand on the back of her neck, I pushed her face down on the bed as I buried my face into her leaking pussy from behind. “You gonna tell the police I took this pussy?” I asked as I licked her from the back.
“No. I swear I won’t tell. Don’t hurt me please.” Reaching out I grabbed both of her ass cheeks spreading them open wide, and pulled her entire pussy into my mouth, sucking ferociously at her clean shaven slit! The baby powder fresh scent mixed with the Warm Vanilla
Sugar, caused me to leave hickeys where I couldn’t seem to pull away. Lauryn started yelling and cursing and I knew she was close to cumming.
“Throw that pussy back in my face.”
“AAAH SHIT!!! AH! OH SHIIITTT!!!” Right away I pulled back off the pussy.
“Turn around and get up on your knees.”
“Oh shit…. Like this sir?” Lauryn asked out of breath as she rolled over, got up on her knees and looked back at me. Her ass and legs hung off the edge of the bed as I kneeled down and kissed the bottom of her foot.
“You better not make a fucking sound,” I growled. “When I get thorough with you, I may let you go. You act stupid, it’s over for ya.”
“No please! I’ll do it.”
“Shut up!”
“Yes sir.” Standing up behind her, I ran the head of my dick up and down her juicy twat. “No please don’t!”
“What?”
“Please don’t. I’m a virgin and I want to save myself for my husband. If you must do this, can you do me in my ass so I’ll still be pure?”
“You been fucked in your ass before?” I asked with an evil smile.
“Yes.”
“Don’t lie to me! I’ll beat yo white ass!”
“Please don’t. I swear I’m not lying sir.”
“Who fucked you in your ass?!”
“My best friends brother, Malcolm.”
“How many times?”
“Three.”
“Don’t move!” I ordered her as I walked over to the table next to the air conditioning unit, picked up her pocketbook and dumped it out on the floor, spotting what I’d hoped I’d find. A small plastic container of petroleum jelly. Bending down and scooping up the container, I popped off the square blue top and walked back to the bed. Digging into the Vaseline, I smeared a healthy amount, on and around Lauryn’s pink puckered asshole, before greasing my middle finger and sliding it into her ass down to the knuckle.
“Ohhhhhh!” Lauryn howled, as like a snake, my arm shot out and my hand fastened tightly around her throat! I leaned in, and squeezed. “Oh god! Please don’t hurt me! I won’t yell! I’m sorry!” She squeaked out.
“You gonna tell anybody about this?”
“No. I swear I’m not gonna say a word.”
“You’d better not.” I squeezed harder. “If you do, I’ll find you.” Slowly, yet deliberately, I slid my now greased dick into Lauryn’s ass, pausing every couple inches to allow her time to adjust to my size. Finally, it was all the way in.
“Oooooh! Oh God! IT’S TOO BIG!”
“Shut up!”
“Mmmf! Mmmmf!” Lauryn yelled into the mattress as I gradually picked up pace. “Ah! Ah! Oh no! Please! It hurts! Oh god, please no!” Her begging only served to send me into an ass fucking frenzy! I pounded her ass like I was her slave and she’d just finished whipping me! Ten to fifteen minutes of this, and I was pulling out spraying hot jizz all over her ass and back. Lauryn fell over trembling and I knew she’d came hard. Lots of women can orgasm from a good anal pounding. And Lauryn is one of them. “Oh my god, I missed you!” Lauryn whined out of breath, pulling me down beside her raining kisses all over my neck and face. “Why you treat me so bad?” She asked smiling up at me with satisfaction. I guess I don’t have to tell you that she wasn’t really expecting an answer, as her tongue in my ear started to heat me up for another round.
Chapter 44 “Who Did What?”
I did end up getting four grand outta Lauryn, after I paused right in the middle of our fuck session. “What’s wrong baby?” She rubbed my back as I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Money.” My answer was straight to the point. Without missing a beat, Lauryn reached across me and retrieved her Prada purse off the nightstand.
“Will this help baby?” She asked as she handed me the four-thousand dollar check she’d just written. Four bands, for a few hours of work, doing the job I love. Yes! The American dream.
“Yeah boo. This helps.” I smiled as I laid back down and pulled her up onto my throbbing erection. Nutt number four was nowhere in sight. I work hard for the money. We ended up staying at the hotel from ‘Thursday to Sunday, fucking and sucking each other’s brains out. Monique called me three times. Once on Friday and twice on Saturday. She knew I’d be home on Sunday. She was pregnant and engaged. Why trip? My ride or die chic.
I was ten miles away from our crib, and tired as a broke dick dog. The thirty-five minute, ri
de back from Sandford felt like days. Lauryn had left me drained. All weekend we role played. Burglar/Victim, Doctor/Nurse, Lawyer/Client, Chance encounter, Trick/John, Pimp/Ho. Yeah all that! The time on my wrist read ten thirty. At least I’d make it in before Monique went to sleep. Tomorrow morning, we officially went legit. Let’s get it!
I saw the lights off in the distance. I knew what they were. Everybody knows them. Police lights! My heart beat raced as the lights shined brighter and brighter the closer I got to home. What the fuck! There were cops from several different degrees of the law, standing right in my front yard! I was out of the car and running, before the gear ever hit park! The car slammed into the curve, and I bolted up the front lawn attempting to go around everybody out there! I need to make sure that Monique was okay! “Hey! Hey! Hey! Sarge! Somebody grab him!” The first cop I ran around was in Durham Police Department uniform, and was on his radio quite fast. Another two or three strides around plain clothes cops, and suddenly six to eight arms were around me pulling me down to the ground!
“Hold up! I live here! Let me go goddammit!” I screamed becoming enraged!
“Just hold on buddy we’ll get everything straightened out.” A short, fat, black policeman wearing a box haircut, talked that bullshit that I damn sure wont trying to hear!
“Man, fuck that! What the….! I motherfu….!” I fought senselessly to free myself from the grasps of all these law enforcement officers!
“Hold on a minute!” A short brown skinned woman in a gray pantsuit, with a Caesar haircut and too much make up, stepped in. “Sir, who are you?”
“I’m Theodore Banks! I stay here! What’s going on!?” I was starting to get frantic.
“Sir, were gonna need for you to calm down so we can communicate.”
“Man fuck that shit! Yall detaining me for no goddamn reason! So, this is about as calm as I’m gonna get! Where’s Monique at!”
“Mr. Banks could you please calm down?”
“Look mam, Mister, or whatever you wanna be called, I ain’t got no drugs! So, whatever snitches sent yall over here, they sent you on a dummy mission! You’re wasting your time and mine!
“Mr. Banks, do you have your identification on you?”
“It’s in my goddamn pocket.” I struggled to move with no success, as my wallet was snatched outta my back pocket and handed to the lady in the suit.
“Mr. Banks who lives with you at this residence?” The woman asked as she signaled for her compadres to let me up and handed me back my wallet. Immediately I thought about the pistol I kept under the oranges in the refrigerator.
“My fiancé. Monique Williams.”
“Alright Mr. Banks here’s the situation. We have a deceased person inside the residence. We need for you to step inside the home and let us know if this is indeed your fiancé Ms. Williams.”
Oh shit! What the ….! I burst through the wall of law enforcement officers without a second thought, and made a mad dash for the front door. My heart exploded as my sunny day, instantly turned into the coldest night of my life. There, on our living room floor, lying just a couple of feet away from the kitchen, was my fiancé, my boo, my heart, the mother of my seed. Oh God! “The baby!” I yelled as I ran to my wife to be. Frigid in my tracks I stopped, as her eyes stared up at me accusingly with the gaze of the dead. Where were you? Her eyes spoke to me. There was dried blood around a smoked singed spot on her jeans, and a hole in her stomach the size of a fist. No child nor adult could have lived through that. “Nooooooo!” The scream that came from deep within me frightened everyone in the room, right before chunks of thick vomit spewed from my throat onto the floor!
“Sir please remove him!” An evidence technician screamed to a nearby detective.
“Wait!” The lady in the suit ordered. “Mr. Banks is this Ms. Williams?” Her speech was foreign to me. Nothing was comprehendable to me. Nothing in this world mad sense as I leaned against the wall. And I cried. Please God no, I prayed. Don’t let this be happening. Let this all be just a bad dream God. I closed my eyes and prayed harder! Slowly I re-opened them, and the scene was still the same. Why God? Why? Monique is dead. Could I have saved her if I’d come home? Why God? Why?
Chapter 45 “Truth Be Told”
They questioned me all night. Where did I go? Who was I with? They’d ask me two questions and as soon as I’d answer, they’d ask the exact same two questions in six or seven different ways, searching for the slightest hint of a different answer. My mind was blank. Sorrow and grief are only two of the many life changing emotions that I felt. Things like this don’t happen to me it I thought, they happen to other people. Yet here I stand. Two shots had killed it. Monique and my child that she was carrying. One shot to her upper thigh and the fatal shot to her stomach.
“What was in the safe Mr. Banks?” They asked this question the most. They’d found my safe in the closet. Empty! I had almost eighty - seven thousand dollars in that safe! I remembered the blood. There was so much blood. It smelled like…. Like…. pennies. Metallic. Sickening. An empty safe and a dead girl on the floor screamed out one thing. Robbery! A great feeling of aloneness suddenly overcame me. Death is final. I’d never talk to Monique again. Never again would I hear that wild and crazy laughter that was oh so contagious. Her kisses. The smell of her. I should have stayed home. I was consuming myself with guilt. Someone had taken from me, what I so easily had taken for granted. They questioned me about the check I had in my pocket from Lauryn. I told them I worked for it. After calling to verify, Lauryn confirmed the validity of the check, and then went on to volunteer, after discovering the situation, that we had in fact been together all weekend, and up until just a couple of hours prior. They tested my hand for gun residue. Nothing.
“Mr. Banks.” The same lady detective in the gray suit spoke to me. “Due to the confirmation of your recent where abouts by Ms. Laddell, we feel that you may not have been involved, at least at this time, with the death of Ms. Williams. However, we are going to need to hang on to this check until further investigations are confirmed. I looked around the small dusty room full of detectives and felt like throwing up again. One of the same type rooms that I’d sat in over four and a half years earlier, being questioned in the murder of Big Joe. I wished it was that simple now I thought, as I finally focused in on the words the detective continuously spoke. “Mr. Banks, are you listening?”
“Yeah. Sorry if I’m not enthused.”
“I’m sorry for your loss Mr. Banks. If everything is okay, I give you my word, you’ll have your check back in a couple of weeks maybe less. Now, the front door of the home was kicked in, in what seems to have been a forced entrance. Also, Mr. Banks, found in the fruit and vegetables drawer of your refrigerator, was a nine millimeter Beretta. The gun, after testing, was determined to not have been recently fired. So, although we have eliminated the gun from the possibility of it being the murder weapon, we have been informed to charge you with being a felon in possession of a firearm. Your parole officer is waiting in the hallway.”
“Hold up a goddamned minute!” I shot to my feet. “You mean to tell me my fiancé has been murdered and yall trying to lock me up for this BULLSHIT! That’s not my gun!” I screamed in the face of the stocky white cop with the Hulk Hogan mustache that was suddenly in my face!
“That will be up to the courts Mr. Banks. Once again, I am sorry for your loss, but my job here is done.” The lady detective in the gray suit, who’s named turned out to be Atkins said to me as she closed up her information folder and walked out of the room.
Chapter 46 “All Falls Down”
My bond was a hundred thousand. Cash! My parole officer made sure of that. In front of the magistrate he described me as a convicted felon, just recently released from prison on a manslaughter charge, who was already becoming a danger to society by being in possession of a firearm.
“His weapon was found at the scene of a gruesome murder your honor.” My shithead P.O. stuck his chest out and spoke. Coincidently, he failed to
mention that the gun had already been tested, and ruled out as part of the crime scene, nor that the gun was not actually found on me.
“That’s not my gun!” I yelled from where I was seated at the back of the Magistrates office.
“Ay! Ay! Calm down!” The magistrate ordered, not even blinking as she issued me the hundred thousand cash bond. Why me God? Do I really deserve this? Is my soul really this cursed? I tried to do the right things. Didn’t I? I was unsure. One lone tear ran down my face. I was mourning the death of someone I’d loved very much. But now, I was all cried out. Now I just saw red! Some sick son of a bitch had robbed me of my wife, my life, and every fuckin dime I had in this world! The night before I’d went to see Lauryn, I’d put the forty thousand dollars I’d gotten from my account at Mechanics and Farmers Bank, via Tamia, in my safe with the rest of my money. The money left in the account, Tamia said that she’d reinvest. I was supposed to have met with Mr. Kilscomb this morning and finalized our deal. I had all the cash together. Now I was broke and in jail. Goddammit! Whomever has done this to me, I will not rest until I hunt them down, and make them pay! My mind is numb. My heart is cold. Love don’t live here anymore.
Chapter 47 “Connected”
I way laying on a cold cement slab, that was meant to serve as my bed. My supposed dinner, a dry bologna sandwich and a beat up green apple, lay on the floor where I’d thrown it. I was in a cell; with no Monique, no baby, and no money. My parole violation was an afterthought. The main thing on my mind was vengeance. Suddenly my vengeful thoughts were interrupted, by the mechanical sound of my cell door banging open. The jailer that stepped in front of my door was yes; a long haired, thick, redbone. Her Pixie braids and arched eyebrows looked freshly done. I knew her face but couldn’t place it. Then I remembered. I’d seen her in the clubs. Minus, the correctional officer uniform. Her name tag read Jones.
“You have an attorney visit Mr. Banks.” She leaned in the door and called out to me. I was almost certain it was Lauryn, as I jumped off my bed like it was on fire and made a beeline to the door. I knew that if there was any light being shed into who had done this shit to me, Lauryn would know. The not knowing was eating me alive. Stopping at the room door, I paused for a second to admire the Tinkerbell tattoo on Ms. redone Jones’ forearm. Now I needed to pass, but Jones seemed to be making no real attempt to step out of my way. “I’m sorry about your girlfriend Banks,” she said to me, as I took notice of her dropping, the “Mr.” before my name this time. “If you need anything just let me know. That’s my girl Meeka…. I mean, Ms. Walters in the control booth. We watch each other’s back.” Her words seemed bluntly suggestive as she stepped aside and smiled up at me with a school girl grin. Hell, if not for the tremendous amount of grief I was carrying, I might have been tempted to give Ms. Jones exactly what she was looking for. Now just wasn’t the time. I was led into the hallway and up a flight of stairs to an attorney booth. Jones unlocked the heavy door and let me into the room. There a plexiglass, non-contact window that separated inmate and attorney, and a cold steel sitting stool, that quickly gave me a jolting reminder of what my reality was. “Knock on the door when you’re finished,” Ms. Jones smiled again. The look in her eyes was unmistakable. Jones locked the door behind me, and I took a seat on cold steel waiting for Lauryn to enter. A minute a two later, a middle-aged man in an expensive blue suit, walked into the door on the other side of the plexiglass window and took a seat right in front of me. His look reminded me, of one of the Indian characters from the movie Slumdog Millionaire.
