KINGPIN WIFEYS II, Part 2

  By K. Elliott

  Copyright © 2015 by Urban Lifestyle Press

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  January 2015

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

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  Chapter 1

  The policemen's patrol car was flashing its lights in the driveway and L was raping a man in Black's basement. Black peeked through the blinds as the officers approached the house. Black thought about not opening the door, but he was sure they'd seen him drive up. Perhaps they'd followed him.

  He had to calm the fuck down. There was only one patrol car and he knew that with his and L's criminal records, half the police force would be outside if they were coming for either of them. He hadn't done anything wrong. There were no drugs and he wouldn't allow them in the basement. If he didn't open the door, it would just draw their suspicion.

  They rang the bell again. He recognized the two officers. They were the same two that had taken him to jail the night he'd thrown Sharee out.

  One of the officers said, "Mr. Massey, how are you?"

  Damn, the man remembered his name. Anytime the neighborhood police remembered your name was not a good thing, Black thought.

  His partner chimed in and said, "I hope you left that crazy woman alone."

  They all laughed about that night and then Black said, "How can I help you?"

  "We received a call from one of your neighbors that there has been a strange car cruising the neighborhood for the past two weeks. Have you noticed anything?"

  "No, I haven't noticed a thing, officer," Black lied. He was not about to help them do their job. Plus, he needed them to get the fuck out of here. He grinned and said, "But I'll be on the lookout. If I see something, I'll be sure to call it in."

  The officer passed Black a card and said, "Good night, Mr. Massey."

  Black latched the door and bolted downstairs. L had just slipped into his boxers and was sitting on a folding metal chair, putting his socks on. Avant, still positioned on his stomach, was crying. His legs were sprawled wide and his asshole gaped open.

  "We need to talk right motherfucking now."

  "Can I get dressed?" L said as he laced his sneakers.

  Avant glanced at Black, then at L. He wanted to die. He wished that they would just kill him. Torture was one thing but being brutally raped by a man was another. He despised Black, but he felt fortunate that Black had caught them in the act of sex. This had been the third day in a row that L had attacked him. Every night, L would come down, drag him out of the cage and lube his asshole before fucking him like a woman. L even proclaimed that he loved Avant and wanted him to reciprocate the sick love.

  L followed Black to the top of the stairways. L was struggling with his zipper as he walked. "Fuck!" he yelled. L's pubic hair was pinned to his zipper. When he was done struggling with his zipper, he looked Black straight in the eyes and said, "I know what you're going to say."

  "What?"

  "That you ain't down with that gay shit and I understand how you feel. When I first went to prison, neither was I, but after about ten years, I broke down." L paused. "I fucked a man and my life has never been the same, and no matter how hard I struggle to fight the urge, I just can't shake it. It's like an addiction or something." He paused again and said, "You don't know the life I lived, so don't you motherfuckin' judge me. Yeah, I'm a little fucked up, but you ain't seen the shit I seen in my life."

  Black wanted to say that no amount of time would make him do something that he didn't want to do. He'd known guys who'd spent decades in prison and never participated in homosexual sex, but this wasn't the time to argue with L.

  "I don't care what you do. Just don't fuck Avant, man. Not in my house."

  "We're in the basement."

  "L, he's a man."

  "A man that murdered Lani."

  "You didn't know Lani."

  "Who cares? Look, we've beat the shit out of him with baseball bats, fed him pet food and made him drink his own piss. And you're making a big deal out of this?"

  "L, don't do it." There was no point in arguing with L. He was a savage with no comprehension. "You're getting paid to do a job. Why is it so hard not to rape this man?"

  "It's not hard at all. I just want to know why?"

  "Cuz I said so."

  "We should just kill him then."

  "We'll kill him when I say kill him."

  "Why did you want Kyrie dead and not him."

  "He was an informant. The Feds would have known he was missing if we held him."

  "And you don't think they know he's dead by now."

  "L, just do what the fuck I say. I don't want to think about Kyrie right now."

  "All right. Whatever."

  Black thought back to the day at the basketball court and the two trannys that had approached the court. "So it was true what Fy-head said?"

  "Why?"

  "Look, man, I don't care what you do, believe it or not." Black meant that. L wasn't exactly his friend. He couldn't care less about his sexuality.

  "Yeah, it was true."

  "Why deny it?"

  "Because, I like women."

  "And you like men."

  "Yeah...but it didn't start out that way."

  "I'm not judging you, L."

  "Old habits are hard to break. I've tried."

  L started to unbutton his pants and Black said, "What the fuck are you doing, man?"

  "I'm going to get in the shower. If that's okay with you...boss."

  Chapter 2

  Jada was in her bedroom following along with the YouTube exercise instructor on her Smart TV. Jada looked cute in her pink workout tights and sports bra. Nobody had complained about her body yet, except for the few haters that would troll her on Instagram talking about how her ass was fake, but she had to keep her body tight because there was a twenty-two-year-old girl somewhere right now trying to come for her crown and Jada wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

  Jada did her lunges with five-pound dumbbells. She focused on her lower body. She would skip the arm-toning workouts. The last thing that she wanted were huge, manly looking arms or shoulders, but she could do squats and lunges all day.

  Jada's phone rang, interrupting her workout. She paused the video and grabbed the phone from the bed. She didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

  "What's up, baby?"

  "Who the hell is this? I ain't got time for no games. I'm in the middle of something."

  "Calm down, baby. It's Fresh. Ah man, you done forgot about me already. You been cheating on me?"

  "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know who you were and as far as cheating on you…um, maybe."

  Jada had hoped that he would call, but she hadn't counted on it. Guys were so full of shit especially guys that had a little bit of money. She lay across the bed, phone still to her ear. She didn't know why, but he made her feel like a high school girl again.

  "Where are you, baby?"

  "In Houston, but I'll be back in Atlanta tomorrow. Can we go out?"

  "I would like that." She was blushing hard as hell thinking about his beautiful hair and those long lashes. She hadn't been with a gorgeous chocolate man in forever. Damn, she missed chocolate. She said, "Baby, do you need a ride from the airport?"

  "I'm getting a rental car."

  "Where are you staying?"

  "With you I hope."

  She laughed and said, "No, that's not going to work. Not right now, but if you're good to me, I might let you stay a night or two."

  "Is that right?"

  "Yup."

  "I think I can do that."

  "That's what I want to hear."

  * - *

  The next day, around three, Fresh called and said his flight had made it. He'd picked up his Toyota Camry from Budget rental cars, and he was staying at the Ritz Carlton in Buckhead.

  "Are we going out tonight?"

  "Where do you want to go?"

  "Sundial."

  "What is that?"

  "A restaurant. I think you'll like it."

 

"Whatever you say, babe."

  "Okay, I'll pick you up."

  Jada picked Fresh up at eight. When he got in the car, he hugged her. She smelled absolutely delicious—–so delicious that he wanted to remove that little dress and eat her pussy right there on the spot.

  * - *

  Their reservations were for eight forty-five, so they arrived at the restaurant by eight thirty. She gave the server her name. She trailed the hostess and Fresh walked behind Jada, watching her ass bounce in her tight-ass, little black dress. His dick was throbbing as he imagined Jada on top of him riding him, her hands on his chest, gazing into his eyes. There absolutely had to be a man in her life.

  The server appeared and they ordered drinks. Jada had a Lemon Drop and Fresh ordered a shot of Grey Goose.

  The server brought back the drinks. He sipped his vodka and then asked, "Where is your boyfriend?"

  "What boyfriend?"

  He laughed and said, "Somebody is keeping your fine ass occupied."

  "I have friends."

  "You look like you're doing good for yourself." Fresh had noticed the designer clothes and bags as well as the fact that she drove a Benz.

  "Well, my last boyfriend took good care of me."

  "What happened?"

  "What do you mean what happened?"

  "How did he let you get away?"

  "Well, he went away." Jada was silent. She sipped her Lemon Drop and stared out the window into the Atlanta night. The rain drizzling outside—the kind of weather that made her wish that she didn't have to go home alone. She wanted to cuddle.

  He could tell that this was a touchy subject and he said, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want."

  She made eye contact with him and she was admiring his feminine lashes again. She had never seen a man so beautiful that wasn't gay. His strong cheekbones and that wavy hair. She just wanted to run her hands through it. Damn, he could have easily made it as a model.

  He interrupted her thoughts, "Hey, did you hear me?"

  "He went away."

  "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

  "It's okay. My man is in prison. Well, he's not my man because he can't do nothing for me in there."

  "That's cold."

  "Wait a minute. I'll always love him. And I'll always be there for him."

  "But you can't wait for him?"

  "He has life."

  "Damn." Fresh sipped his drink. "For what?"

  "Same shit most hood dudes are into."

  "Oh. Yeah."

  "I think ya'll work for the same company."

  "What company?" Fresh looked confused because he knew he hadn't held down a job since he was sixteen years old working at Subway, and even then, he'd quit after two weeks.

  "The streets." She laughed.

  "You got jokes."

  "It's true."

  "How do you know?"

  "I can just tell. Well, for one thing you're attracted to me."

  "So you've only dated D-Boys?"

  "Pretty much."

  "Why?"

  "I don't know? We just seem to gravitate to each other."

  "Is it because they have money?"

  "Well, I have my own money now."

  The waitress brought their food and Fresh said, "Wait a minute. Is this floor moving?"

  She laughed hard as hell. "I was just wondering when you were going to figure it out."

  "This is pretty cool. I was like, damn, I'm feeling this liquor fast."

  "This tripped me out the first time I came too. The restaurant rotates and you can see the whole city. So, Fresh, how many baby mamas do you have?"

  "I have a son."

  "That's it?"

  "Yup. You have kids?"

  "No. Haven't been that fortunate."

  "It's time for that to change. I want a daughter."

  She blushed as she thought about a child with this incredible, handsome man. There was no question in her mind that she would fuck him. The question was when.

  He said, "I think I had you all wrong."

  She wondered what he'd meant by that.

  "Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I thought you were a gold digger that just wanted some money."

  "Really?"

  "Yup."

  She laughed and said, "So what changed that?"

  "Well, you seem real open."

  "Since you're a friend of Starr's friend, I trust you."

  ."Did you know Trey?"

  "I did! But not good. I'd met him a time or two. He seemed like a good dude. He was Q's friend. They were really close which was why it surprised me that he made a play at Trey's girl. But Starr is cool, and gorgeous, so I can see why now."

  "Hey, life goes on. Trey's not here."

  "Life goes on. That's for damn sure."

  * - *

  Later that night, in front of Fresh's hotel, they sat in her car. He asked, "Are you going to valet the car and come up to the room?"

  "Not tonight, babe."

  "Why not? You think I'm going to judge you and that it will get back to Starr?"

  "One thing about me that you'll soon learn is that I don't give a fuck about what nobody has to say about me. Nobody, including my mama."

  "Well damn." He laughed. Then he leaned forward and placed his hand under her chin. She closed her eyes and he kissed her.

  * - *

  The next day, she invited him to her home. He used the GPS in the rental car to find out where she lived. She had cooked him baked chicken and broccoli with brown rice. Then they watched Netflix and played cards.

  "Damn, you're making it hard for a man to go back to Texas. Are all ya'll Georgia girls like this?" Fresh asked.

  "I can't speak for all Georgia girls." She removed the plates from the table and headed to the kitchen. He watched her ass in those tight, black yoga pants. She could feel his eyes on her so she shook her ass a little harder.

  When she returned, he was standing, looking at his watch. He said, "I gotta be going."

  "I want you to stay. Spend the night with me, baby."

  They made eye contact and his dick came alive. He was smiling hard as hell and he said, "Hell, you don't have to ask me twice."

  She laughed. "I didn't think so."

  She led him into the bedroom then disappeared into the bathroom where she showered and brushed her teeth. She came back into the room wearing pink boy shorts that were lost in the crack of her ass. He was asleep when she entered the room until she nudged him.

  He sat up on the bed and said, "Goddamned. What's a nigga to do with all this?"

  "Oh you don't know what to do?"

  "I'll figure it out."

  Fresh removed his shoes and shirt, revealing a tattooed picture of a baby plastered to his chest along with the date 10-10-2011. The word Jaden was inscribed on his chest. She assumed that it was his son but she would ask about it later.

  He removed his jeans and his socks until he was down to a pair of blue boxers speckled with white stars. He placed his arm around her waist and then grabbed a handful of her ass. His mouth covered her nipples and they sprang to life. She collapsed on the bed and he kissed her neck. He planted kisses all the way down to her navel. She was hoping like hell that he would yank those panties down, and seconds later he tugged at them.

  He whispered, "You smell delicious. What the fuck are you wearing?"

  It was just some cheap-ass lotion from Bath and Body Works, but he didn't need to know that right now. And why in the hell was he asking questions for? She needed him to place those lips on her clit and shut the fuck up.

  She placed her hands over his lips and said, "Shhh."

  She wanted to let his ass know that it was not okay to talk right now. His thumb clung to her lace panties, and as he struggled to yank them down, she could feel his heart pounding. Why in the hell was he so nervous? Jada was hoping this fine-ass motherfucker didn't have a small dick. Damn, that would be disappointing. She wiggled her ass a little to help him with the panties that he was struggling with. When they were down to her ankles, she flung them to the floor with her big toe. His tongue traced her belly ring then he licked her inner thighs. She was trying not to force him down, but she couldn't wait. She manhandled his head down further and when he spotted her kitty, it was delightful. Completely shaven—porn-star style. He kissed her down there and she was wishing he would hurry up and taste it or put his cock in.

  Why was he taking so goddamned long? His dick had to be small. Why else would a straight man hesitate to dive into some pussy? He licked her pussy, teasing her clit with his tongue before his mouth settled on the opening. He sucked and sounded like a vacuum. Though she was enjoying this, she tightened her legs and he made his way up her body until they were face to face. She felt his rock-solid dick brush again her leg. She reached her hands down until she felt his manhood through his boxers. Long—check. Thick—check. Circumcised—check. She had been wrong. Fresh had a monster between his legs.

 

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