by Damien Dsoul
Dave swallowed. At that point, Howard could not hold back anymore and shot to his feet.
“What the fuck is this, a shakedown?” he blurted.
Shango glanced at him with cold malice that had Dave not then rushed over and shielded Howard with his backside there was every chance Shango might have lunged at him.
“I’m very sorry for my friend, Master,” Dave apologised. “Please offer your forgiveness. He’s just coming into this newly. He knows nothing about your reverence.”
Shango did not appear appeased. Even Howard at that moment felt a gnawing drop in his stomach, knowing he had said something he should not have. The blonde vamp rose to her feet and it was her who captured Shango’s attention by leading him to the bed.
“Please come to bed, Master,” she flicked her tongue at him. “I have more of my skills that I want you to see.”
Shango snapped his finger at Dave and said, “We’re done here, slave. Take your pet dog with you; I’ll be hearing from you tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, Master, thank you for your benevolence,” Dave ratted off while shoving Howard back towards the way they had come. “I’ll wire you the money as promised. Good night, Master Shango.”
Shango already had lost interest in them and was at the moment being attended to by the blonde. Dave and Howard made it to the living room and from there out of the apartment.
They said nothing to each other as they walked out of the building. Howard was a little disoriented when they emerged onto the sidewalk that he almost forgot where Dave had parked his car until he hurried alongside him towards where he had left it. Dave unlocked the car doors and got inside. Howard stopped to look back at the apartment building they had just left as if hoping he would remember it if ever he drove by it in the daytime.
“Get in,” said Dave from within.
Howard opened the door and slid inside. His initial thought was that Dave was upset with his outburst at the apartment, but instead he was sporting a grin on his face as Howard snapped his seatbelt into place.
“Fun night, was not it?” Dave said before starting the car.
“If you say so,” was all Howard could offer to say. He was too tired and numb to think of anything else. All that was on his mind was to return home to April and his son. Dave left his friend to himself while he drove, preferring to let Howard stew in his thoughts. He could just imagine he had a thousand questions clustered in his mind that he wanted to let loose. Except for his outburst, Howard had surprised him the way he had maintained steady silence the whole time they were in the apartment. Dave had worried that he might end up bolting out of the room, especially when the time came that he went to clean master Shango’s cock. Dave could not help feel a profound respect for his buddy; he knew though he had more work to ingeniously apply on him.
The neighbourhood was as quiet as a cemetery when they returned home. Dave pulled over on the curb in front of Howard’s driveway. It was then that Howard was able to find his tongue after unclipping his seatbelt.
“What the hell was all that that I saw back there, Dave?” he enunciated each word as he turned to his friend who responded with a shrug. “You’ve gone insane, you know that? Was I suddenly lost in the Twilight Zone with everything I saw happen back at that room?”
“Well, first things first, what did you see, Howard?”
“Didn’t you actually suck that black man’s cock back there? Tell me I was not seeing things.”
“No, you weren’t. And that was not any typical black man. His name’s Olu Shango. To mere mortals like myself and Jenny and plenty of people out there, he’s known as Master Shango.”
“What is he, some sort of god or something?” He meant it sarcastically but his friend didn’t get that.
“If you want to put it that way, sort of, yeah.”
“Don’t tell me he’s fucked Jenny too.”
“He has, but it’s been a long while. He’s from Nigeria. You saw the way he banged that blonde chick right? Tell me you won’t want to see something like that every day? Imagine if you had him fucking April?”
Howard wanted to say something but Dave’s words jarred him to a halt and almost knocked air from his lungs.
“You can’t be fucking serious,” he said.
“Of course, I’m serious. Look, I know what you saw was way too heavy for you to handle. But don’t worry about it; there’s a lot more you need to know about. We’ll talk later when you’re feel better. I’d better get to running home; Jenny’s going to want to hear about what happened tonight.”
Howard climbed out of the car, but stopped to make one last confer with his friend.
“Dave, look, this whole thing that you and Jenny have got April hooked on... I know you’re trying to do it to me too. And I don’t know for whatever reason, but I’d really like you to count me out of it.”
They said good night to each other and Dave turned his car around and drove home while Howard walked to his front door and let himself inside. The house as quiet as outside. He went into the kitchen and finished a glass of water before going upstairs.
He opened the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to stir April awake. He shut the door behind him but he took two steps then stopped when suddenly her bedside lamp came on and there she was sitting upright on the bed; her book lay face down on her thigh. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.
“Hey,” he said. “You’re awake.”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“I didn’t want you waiting up for me.”
“You’ve been gone quite long,” she said. “Must have had yourself some fun.”
“You’ve no idea,” he said.
He got out of his clothes then came to bed in his shorts. April closed her book and dropped it on her cabinet then switched off her lamp just as Howard huddled under the covers on his side. Neither said good night to each other; neither turned over to embrace the other. The silence was like a vacuum. Howard hated it but felt helpless to do anything about it.
“April,” he called out tentatively, almost not expecting any response but was surprised when she did.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want you spending time with Jenny anymore.”
A beat of silence, then, “Why?”
“I just don’t want you to. Will you do that?”
“No.”
Howard figured she would say that. There was nothing left to be said. He slipped into dreamland, but not before seeing himself back at the apartment room with the black man known as Master Shango fucking the blonde chick.
Except this time, the blonde woman was actually April.
Chapter 7
Howard sat at his desk with his hands locked under his chin staring into contemplative space. So lost was he in his thoughts he never knew when his door opened and his secretary slipped into his office.
Becca’s feet made little noise as she walked towards his desk. Today she had decided to wear a tight blouse and skirt that was two inches cut above her knees, complete with thigh stockings. She had chosen today’s attire especially just for him. Her seductive temperature was yearning inside her, urging her to be more daring with her approach.
“Good morning sir,” she said when she noticed he was not staring at her, and then she coughed into her hand for emphasis.
Her cough got the result of snapping Howard out of his reverie and he blinked rapidly as he apprised Becca like he was only seeing her for the first time, at least with a different pair of sight unlike before. Since leaving the house his mind could not shake off the fleeting glimpses of last night’s dream. That was what he had been contemplating before she entered his office.
“Oh, Becca, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’m sorry. I hope I was not disturbing.”
“Becca, you’ve been working me with too long now. I think it’s about time we dropped all formalities about ourselves and that call me Howard. I’d much prefer you do.”
That got her to smile. “Okay, Howard. I came in to ask if you’ll be heading out for lunch or not. I can fetch you something if you want like last time.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll be having lunch with a friend of mine. You go on and enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, okay. It’s too bad...”
Howard looked at her. “What’s too bad?”
“Well, I don’t mean to pry. But I was really happy we had that conversation yesterday. I forgot to thank you for putting me in your confidence, even though you didn’t have to. I’d hate to see you sitting here still thinking about it.”
“Was not exactly the sort of thing you expected to hear, was it? But don’t worry your pretty self, I’m taking it all in due stride,” he said. “I’m just perplexed about everything including some strange stuff I witnessed last night.”
That stopped her. “What was it?”
“Ahhh, nothing too serious,” he tried to choose his words. “I went out last night with a friend of mine took me somewhere last night - the same friend I mentioned before whose wife talked mine into sleeping with black men - we drove into the city to some apartment and what I saw there just sort of got my mind boggling ever since.”
Becca drew closer to his desk. “Care to tell me what?”
Howard shook his head. “If I told you, you’d probably think I was crazy or that I dreamed up everything. Somehow I wish I did.” He looked at his watch and he left his desk to grab his jacket from where he had left it. “My friend will be waiting for me possibly already. I might be back a little late. You think you can handle things while I’m off?”
“Sure. You haven’t many appointments. I can always cancel the rest.”
“Thank you, Becca. You’re a real life-saver. By the way, you’re still keeping everything we discussed yesterday a secret, right?”
Becca came and straightened his tie as well smoothened his jacket collar. “Your secret is my secret, boss.”
Becca suddenly could not hold back the urge that suddenly beckoned her to do what she did next. She held on to her boss and planted a kiss on his lips. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but for some inexplicable reason it lasted some seconds before Becca withdrew from him. She uttered a gasp when she realised what had just happened, but it turned into a snigger when she saw she had left an imprint of her lipstick on his lips. Howard stood rooted as he was until he noticed what she was indicating at his lips and went into the rest room in his office to remedy the situation. He came out less than a minute later still wiping his handkerchief across his lips in case he had missed out anything. Actually he had wanted the distraction as he was now completely indecisive of what to make of his secretary’s action.
“I’m sorry,” Becca said with a blush.
“That was a... little inappropriate, won’t you agree?” he chose his words carefully, as this was uncertain territory they were treading.
“I know, and I’m sorry I did what I did,” she spoke hurriedly. “I really don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry if I frightened you with you. I just wanted you to know if you feel next time like talking, or maybe doing something else, I’ve very much open. Anyway, I’ll leave you alone now.”
She turned and glided out of his office with a wicked smile etched on her lips. Her hips swung back and forth as she walked, hopping he got as much view of the back of her tight skirt before shutting his door behind her. Howard did indeed ogle her behind as she walked away, and he did receive a nudge in his pants which stayed that way even after she had gone.
His thoughts returned to him when he heard his mobile phone ringing. It was Dave telling him where to meet him. Howard gathered his items into his pocket after shutting down his computer and then left his office.
* * *
April swore to herself when heard her phone ringing and almost wanted to ignore it. She was lying on the sofa in the living room with her legs spread playing with her dildo, lost in the warmth it gave her when her mobile phone’s light started blinking. It was Jenny calling.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I’ve got a visitor over who’s dying to meet you,” said Jenny. “Get up your ass and come on over.”
“What? Come to your place right now?”
“Yes, slut. Right fucking now.”
She hung up after that. April looked at her phone clueless of whatever to make of Jenny’s call. But then again, this was Jenny. She went upstairs to freshen up. She changed into a pair of jeans and tank top and then left the house.
The heat outside was way up into the 70s and scorching. She walked as fast as her feet could carry her and got to her friend’s place in record time. She walked past Jenny’s vehicle in her driveway and pressed her doorbell. The door opened seconds later and Jenny grabbed her arm and nearly flung her into her home.
“What’s this about?”
Jenny silenced her with a finger to her lips and gestured with a thumb past her shoulder. April’s eyes went in that direction and they lit up when she realised who else was in the living room with them.
Max her lover lounged in Jenny’s sofa waving at her. April rushed past her friend and came and fell into his arms. They kissed each other for a near minute before pulling off each other. Max had his jacket open and seemed just as relaxed being in the midst of both women like he did not care to be anywhere else. April sat across his thigh, feeling her hands all him while he caressed her thigh.
“Surprised to see me, babe?” he asked her.
“You have no idea,” April swept her hair backward while she rested on her lap. “But I thought you were out of town?”
“I was. I got off a plane about a half hour ago and took a cab that brought me here,” he explained. “I figured you’d want to see me so bad.”
“I did want to see you so bad,” she said, then looked over at Jenny standing behind the sofa. “I just had no idea you and Jenny were planning this. How come you didn’t drop over at my place?”
“I didn’t know where your place was,” he said. “Plus Jenny didn’t want me leaving her sight. She told me it’d be better you coming here instead.”
April looked over at Jenny and a peculiar look and they both knew exactly what that meant.
Jenny said, “You two love birds go on ahead, I’ve got stuff to take care of in the kitchen. Seriously, you two better start having fun right now or else I’m kicking you both out.” She got up and sashayed out of the room.
There was no point pretending about what they were there for as April resumed kissing him while he grasped at her tits. She pressed herself against him and opened her mouth wide enough for their tongue to interlock like fencing swords while her hands squeezed the back of his head and shoulders. Max’s hand slipped underneath the hem of her tank top and April breathed a pleasurable moan as he caressed her breasts. Her moan turned into a squeal when his fingers began pulling at her nipples, hardening them to perfection. April felt a rush of goose bumps run down her backside giving her the shivers. But the most enjoyable type of shivers.
“Hmmm, I see you actually did miss me,” he said.
“You have no fucking idea,” she said, and then came off his thighs to her feet. “But let me be the one to take care of you.”
“Oh really?” Max took off his jacket and threw it across the sofa. “You’re going to make me feel good after the terrible flight I’ve had.”
“Oh yeah, right now I will.” She flung her tank top off her head and unbuttoned her jeans shorts. “I’ve been fucking my dildo all morning but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.”
April played with her tits for him; every fibre of her bod
y was itching towards wanting him like never before. She dropped to her knees and her hands were shaking with feverish excitement as first she unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his fly to grab at the apparent bulge in his pair of briefs. She parted her lips when she succeeded to free his turgid hardware out of its hiding place. His cock was just as she remembered it the last time she held it. She could not wait to have it back inside her again... but first.
She swallowed half of its girth in one slurp and did not stop. She bopped her head to a gentle rhythm, all the while relaxing her jaw muscles in order to take his girth further into her mouth. Max adjusted his weight on the sofa to enable her slid his pants and briefs down his thighs. She heard him groan in response from the pleasure she was giving him; that aroused her to quicken her pace a little. Max parted her hair from her face, loving the sight of her pink lips locked around his cock.
“Tell me honestly which did you miss,” he asked, “my cock, or me?”
April thought for a moment while stroking his wet shaft. “I would say I missed your cock,” she chuckled. “But then I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you terribly.”
“That’s my girl. Hold on a minute.”
April inched backwards on her knees as he then rose to his feet. His pants fell down his legs while his prick jutted a good nine inches from his pelvis showcasing its prominent blood vein along its turgid foreskin. Max undid his shirt’s cufflinks while April stroked his shaft with both hands and applied her mouth to its bulbous tip. Max took off his shirt and threw it where he had left his jacket then pulled April to her feet. She wrestled her wrist free from his grip and pushed him to fall backwards on the sofa, laughing while she working at getting out of her jeans shorts.
“I told you this time, I’m the one wanting to take care of you.”
“Oh yeah, how easily I forgot.”
He stroked his cock while he watched her get out of her jeans shorts; he whistled when he saw she did not have any panties on. April slipped a finger into her pussy and was not surprised about the copious wetness she found there. She came forward and stroked his cock before straddling herself upon him. Max held her ass cheeks and April grabbed hold of his shoulders the instant his cock slipped inside her. She remained tense for some seconds then flung her head backwards and unleashed herself to the wave of ecstasy crashing upon her.
