He took off the rest of his clothes and came around to the side of the bed. I started backing away from him, but he grabbed me. “Come here,” he said and slapped me again. Then he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
He got down on his knees and buried his head between my thighs. I have to say, this mutha fucka knew how to eat some pussy. I thought for a minute that he was gonna actually make me cum, but that wasn’t to be. He stopped and got up on the bed and after slapping me in the face a couple more times; he plunged his dick back inside my pussy. He fucked me in just about every position imaginable and sucked the hell outta this pussy each time he changed positions. I had to give the mutha fucka credit: he had a big dick and mad skills. If it wasn’t for the punching and slapping shit, I might have thought about going out with him again. Just to see if he could make me cum, you understand.
While he rammed himself in and out of me, I took a minute to notice that there were two things that he hadn’t made me do. He didn’t make me ride him and he wouldn’t let me suck his dick. You know, the shit I like. Maybe he was just smart. If he put his dick in my mouth, I’d try to bite it off, and if he let me get I top, I would kill him.
He was still on top of me, banging away, and I was wondering how much longer was he gonna last, when he started fucking me harder and I felt him begin to swell inside me. He began to moan louder and then he pulled out of me abruptly and shot his load all over my stomach. “AAAAAHHH!” He knelt over me stroking himself and then laid down on the bed next to me.
Thinking it was over, I sat up and got out of the bed. He got up too. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he said and hit me again. “The party’s just about to start.”
I knew then that he was going to kill me.
Unless I killed him first.
He grabbed me by the throat and started slapping me in the face, over and over again. Then he let go of my throat and punched me in the chest. I went down hard. When I looked up, I saw his foot coming at me, so I covered up while he kicked away. That’s when I saw my purse. I rolled over quickly and grabbed it. I reached inside, but he was on me, too quickly. He snatched me up from the floor and I dropped the purse. The gun fell out, but I guess he was too busy kicking my ass to notice it. He reached back and hit me again and again, and I went down. I hit the ground hard and looked for the gun. I started rolling when I spotted it. I grabbed the gun and rolled over just as he got to me. I raised the barrel and pulled the trigger, but he kept coming. I fired four more times before he finally went down.
I sat there for a minute, looking at tonight’s prey and thinking how this one didn’t go exactly as planned. I thought about calling the cops, but that was the last thing I needed to do. Then it occurred to me that I had discharged a firearm four times, and somebody else might have called them.
I got up quickly and wiped the room down. Then I grabbed what was left of my dress, wrapped it around me, and got out of there, glad that when the police got there they would find him dead and not me.
Chapter Fifteen
Zack
It was Friday night and me, Chris and Tavarus got together to play a little poker. Nothing like the last time with a bunch of guys and strippers. Just the three of us, like it used to be.
“Those were good days, Tavarus. The pre-Angelique days. After you met Angelique, I couldn’t get your ass to do shit. But before that you was a bad boy, Zack.”
“We used to be at ’em back then,” I said, nodding in agreement. “Hey, Tee, you remember the first girl we fucked together?”
“Barbara Harris.”
“Who is that?” Chris asked.
“How’d we meet her, anyway, Tee?”
“We stopped at the liquor store on the way back to my condo and she was there. I offered her a ride.”
“That’s right, and she was locked out,” I said.
“So you invited her to my condo.”
“I thought that was only fair since you offered her a ride in my car.”
“Fuck all that! What happened?” Chris demanded.
“She told us she worked security at some hotel. I don’t remember which, anyway,” Tavarus continued. “I asked for a job. She said that I couldn’t work security because there was a lotta gay men workin’ there, and they might rape me. Then, she would have to investigate, and then I’d get raped twice because she would rape me, too. Me and Zack looked at each other like we know it’s on.”
“What y’all do then?” Chris asked.
“I asked her if she smoked weed and poured her another drink,” Tavarus said, and everybody laughed. “I don’t know how we got on the subject, but me and her was talkin’ about eatin’ pussy, and I said, Zack say he don’t eat no pussy.”
Zack started laughing. “I said that’s ’cause I don’t know how. Tee said he’d show me if he could demonstrate on Barbara.”
“Next thing I know, this bitch done stood up and starts taking off all her clothes.”
“You ate her pussy, Tee?” Chris asked.
“Hell no, but she was naked by then, so me and Zack fucked the shit out her.”