When choosing my attire for the night, I selected a white silk robe to cover the sheer lavender lingerie which displayed my body immodestly. I also donned a pair of 5 inch stilettos. Daydreams filled my imagination of how he might seductively lure me out of my clothes, whereby we’d spend hours of foreplay before he’d make love to me. Passion would rule, fulfilling every need I ever contemplated. Just the thought of Troy being inside of me, caused me to become excited and my body’s heat to rise.
Troy came fully prepared, with the only mission in his thoughts being to sex me in every way. There was absolutely no pretense, from the moment I saw him exit his vehicle in just a floor length, terrycloth robe. He pulled me aggressively to the master bedroom where he kissed me forcefully. He took full control of the night, never allowing me a chance to assume for one moment I could dictate what would transpire. I hoped I’d get the chance to tease him a little before letting him have his way with me. Troy had another agenda in mind. While we kissed, he removed my robe, with me doing likewise.
“Did I give you permission to disrobe me?” He snapped.
“I thought…”
I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence before I found myself across his lap being whipped by his bare hand across my butt. After several heavy-handed smacks, which spared not an inch of flesh, he halted. My buns were in pain and on fire. Standing, he took hold of the teddy and ripped it off my body with one yank. After Troy took a quick glance down toward the shoes I wore, I removed them with the quickness. What was I thinking? No sooner than I shucked them did I find myself back across his lap with my behind receiving another round of punishment more severe than the first time. When finished, he let his fingers travel between my thighs, stimulating me with a feather soft touch. I was soon trembling in the midst of my first orgasm.
With nothing hiding his manhood, it was an imposing sight to behold. He caught me staring at his masterpiece and smiled using an evil smirk.
“Are you ready to please me in any way I desire?”
“Yes sir, any way possible,” I found myself replying, like a well-trained monkey.
Troy stood, depositing me onto the bed. I knew what he wanted and acted without being told to do so.
“May I sir?”
Nodding, he stepped as close to the mattress as possible, positioning me on my hands and knees facing him. Upon contact with my mouth, I opened wide. As he grabbed hold of my head, he flexed his pelvis forward. I wasn’t ready to swallow so much of him. I began choking and needed oxygen. After allowing for a quick breath, he buried himself deep down my throat. I couldn’t cough, gag, or breathe, and trying to move my head backward was made impossible due to his hands on the back of my head pulling it forward. I’m not sure why he let me breathe again. Either it was because I’d turned blue in the face or possibly the fact that I grabbed a handful of his gonads. He repeated his actions until I was able to handle his onslaught without being in jeopardy of passing out or dying. Eventually I was able to sate his oral desires, whereby I became pretty proud of myself. I must have been enjoying myself too much, because he started ramming his hairy pubic area into my nose. Putting my hands on his hips to keep my balance became another no-no I’d committed.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I followed his command without a word. He picked up a magazine I had sitting on the nightstand, rolled it up, and beat my independent thinking ass good. When he finished, torn pages were on both the bed and the floor.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, holding his saliva coated penis towards me.
“Yes sir.”
“When I’m finished with you tonight, no other man will ever come close to satisfying you. So, are you sure you want to be mine?”
“I’m sure sir. I’ll do anything to please you - anything!”
With everything happening, I completely forgot about the juices leaking from between my legs. They were in overdrive and seeping down my inner thighs. Troy had turned on my spigot and it seemed as if nothing could stymie the flow. He lay on his back in the large bed, curling his index finger for me to straddle him. Hi - O Silver; I mounted him. When would I learn? The quick slaps to my tush reminded me I’d stolen the pleasure again. Having Troy inside of me was magical and I went for broke. He broke me instead. Too many women say they want their man to have the longest thang out there. Well let me tell every female the truth. It ain’t gonna feel the way you think. I felt great, but somewhere between 10 to 12 inches, pleasurable bliss gave way to pure torture. His soldier was battling my insides for position, and my insides were losing. I lost the war when he gripped my hips, pulling them downward as he thrust his pelvis upward at the same instant. The pain was present, real, and undeniable, leaving me no choice other than surrendering my soul to gain the man I loved.
Settling into a nice rhythm, I allowed him to manipulate my breasts, slap my butt, and anything else he wanted to do. Once he started rocking my body with deep strokes, I began to grind back. Changing positions, he maneuvered me into the classic doggie style. Troy showed off his mastery of being an expert at strokeology. Changing from short to long deep penetration, he altered his style as his need called for. After many, I didn’t believe I could achieve another orgasm, yet he proved me wrong. When he inserted a finger into my anus and pressed the right spot, I collapsed in a climaxual wave I’d never experienced before. The last thought I had before my eyes closed, was how Troy could keep bringing me to new sexual heights.
I’m not sure when I realized he was gone; although, when I glanced at the alarm clock, it signified it was three in the morning.
My life was going great, I was engaged to Troy, Alisha was being groomed to be a singing star, Darnisha and Alvin were happy, as was Ruby and the twins. I kept busy, much too busy with the five Laundry Lion locations, two additional used-car dealerships, and Weave Wonderland. Hot Boi and I had come to an accord about our friendship, with him understanding we would cease enjoying the benefit part of our relationship once Troy and I tied the knot. I’d gone through a lot to arrive at that juncture in my life and I believed I deserved every moment of rapture.
On those nights when Troy worked late preparing for one of his legal cases or had other obligations, I slept at my apartment. It was on one of those nights that Amy and her kids showed up at my door. Her eyes were red and puffy, a sure sign she’d been crying. I invited her in, sensing she needed to talk to someone. We put her tots to bed before she imparted any information. It was plain to see she wasn’t her usual self.
“Ro, I need a place to stay.”
“You know you’re always welcome here. What’s going on, I thought Stephen and you were happy?”
“We - we, – it’s not a bed of roses. Stephen is a good man. He makes sure the kids and I are well taken care of, but then there’s the other side. He’s too jealous, protective, and overbearing. I feel smothered.”
“Have you tried talking to him about his behavior?”
“Yes I have. He sees it as loving me. I think the only way he’d be content was if I stayed a prisoner, trapped in the house while he went to work. He’s been trying to get me to quit working at the laundry ever since I moved in with him. Ro, he times me whenever I go shopping. I’m not sure, but I think he checks the mileage on the odometer when I return home. I can’t live like this, I can’t,” she said, with tears rolling down her face.
I hate to admit it, but I saw the situation brewing. Stephen wasn’t the cause of the problem, Amy was. He could do nothing right once I opened my big mouth and shared the news Hot Boi told me. Chris was willing to do anything to have Amy back in his life. Amy was simply manufacturing an excuse to leave Stephen so she could rekindle a romance with Chris. I spotted them talking at the laundry a few times; with her saying they could still be friends. I saw where she was headed and had to run interference. First I advised her she and her kids could stay at my apartment until she decided which direction she needed to take. Then I laid some information on her that most people who willingly engage in unprotected sex are unaware of.
“Most people run down to get tested for something within days to a month after their stupidity, becoming worried about HIV, AIDS, and any other venereal disease. What they don’t know is the problem. See, the virus hasn’t had time to multiply enough to be detected yet. It’s great they get tested, but it’s also vitally important they get retested again within 3 to 6 months to become sure they are virus free.”
“You mean Chris could still have HIV even if he tested negative?”
“Yes! That’s exactly what I’m saying. Amy, I know you still have strong feelings for Chris, but are you really ready to throw your life away for him. Stephen may have his faults, but he has stepped up to the plate, not only for you, but for your children too. If Chris would cheat on you and not use protection once, who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again? You have to make the decision, but ask yourself this question. Are you really ready for a serious relationship? I think you never gave yourself enough time to get over one before you plunged right into another.”
“I think you’re right. I need some time to sort things out.”
I didn’t dwell on the subject and we soon began to talk about old times. Amy admitted she was jealous of me, saying she had a slight crush on Troy. She thought I would get upset over the acknowledgment. I laughed, assuring her she couldn’t handle him.
“I’d have him calling my name in at least three different languages.”
We both laughed at her statement; although, she did provide me with an idea as to what to get Troy for his upcoming birthday. If I could pull it off, I might have Amy eating her words. I offered her something else instead. Greedy as always, I knew she’d never turn down a chance at muff pie. Boy was I glad she didn’t, because her tongue sure had me calling out her name, although I’m not sure how many languages I used.
Being invited to Alvin’s home, Troy and I were treated royally. I asked the reason for the get together, yet somehow they avoided the question. Darnisha inquired if we were going to have a large wedding. Amy glanced at Troy, then over towards me. I had already explained to Amy how Troy could get in trouble for dating a client of the firm. He stated it was a violation of ethical conduct. Since Troy didn’t volunteer an answer, I replied.
“We’re going to have a quick justice of the peace ceremony just like Alvin and you.”
“Won’t that upset a lot of people Troy?” Alvin inquired.
“We’re going to have a private wedding, but a nice reception. You’re all invited,” Troy announced to my surprise. “Next week Ro will be mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I corrected, receiving a smooch from him.
I also caught something else taking place as Troy was stealing quick peeps at Amy’s body. The short skirt she wore had worked its way up her thighs, allowing him to see the designs on her panties. She must have caught on, because when I helped Darnisha serve the refreshments, I spied Amy gain eye contact with Troy, whereby she spread her legs wider. There was no way he could miss the word “Naughty” or the cartoon character holding a pitchfork silkscreened on her panties. Knowing she had his undivided attention, she brazenly rubbed her fingers over her mound, with Troy obviously enjoying the show. When she heard us returning with the snacks and drinks, Amy readjusted her clothes.
When 7:30 rolled around, Alvin turned on the television. The Allen Price show was just beginning, welcoming his audience in joining him at the Harlem Theater. I had no clue why we were watching the boob tube, when Troy and I could have done so at my place, while doing the nasty. Ten minutes into the program, the reason for the whole evening became crystal clear. As clear as the person I saw making her public debut.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please give a Harlem Theater welcome to America Music’s hottest new recording artists, singing her first single, “I’m Here to Stay.” Show some love to” Straight A.”
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw or heard. The youth performing couldn’t have been the same 13-year-old girl who not so long ago had absolutely no confidence or self-esteem; who’d been basically banned from singing in her own home, yet there she was. Alisha led a troop of dancers in a choreographed routine that had the audience hyped, while she rocked her new tune. I don’t know who screamed the loudest or jumped the highest. The last thing she said in ending her appearance was so sweet I wish she would have been home for me to hug her.
“This is dedicated to my family, Ruby, Darnisha, Peter and Paul, and my best friend and second mom Rolanda.”
I may not have scored a victory in the noise or highest leap category, but in the tears shed department, I succeeded in beating the competition. Darnisha and Alvin knew how much I loved Alisha and hoped the gathering showed how much they all appreciated everything I’d done for their family. I think Troy was super proud of me too, because once we were in bed, he made love to me so tenderly I passed out again from too many rounds of ecstasy.
The city code enforcement board was screaming for me to put a stop to the Laundry Lion’s male wash night. While they wanted it halted, no codes were being violated. Females often used male night as a meet and greet, so the board couldn’t insinuate discrimination. Maybe because no one else thought of the idea before me, or due to its success, was what had them in such an uproar? Board members tried to claim we were like a club, had dress code violations and some even suggested alcohol was present. None of those accusations were true. In fact, I presented a video as proof of a typical male night at the laundry. The word club as they tried to associate the laundry with, meant a membership was needed which was not the case, since it was open to anyone. The employees who worked on men’s night wore outfits similar to waitresses in “Boobies” restaurants, so we were in compliance with any and all of their dress codes. No one was allowed to bring alcohol into the laundry, nor did we sell any. The closest thing to breaking the law, in name only was root beer. They threaten to pull my license to operate, yet after I satisfied their questions and complaints, they were left looking stupid, thereby leaving my business alone.
Johnny was in attendance at the code enforcement meeting when I spoke, just in case I needed any legal assistance. Greta was there also; however, she stayed in the back of the room. He told me he saw Alisha on television, congratulating me for her success. When I asked if Troy invited him to our wedding, he had a blank, yet confused expression on his face. I asked him not to mention I said anything about our plans, indicating I knew about the firm’s policy prohibiting lawyer/client relationships. Johnny just stared at me. I also let them know I missed our intimate times together and if he was interested, we could share one more session before I married Troy. The smile that crossed his face let me know he’d think about it. When Greta and he left, I could have sworn I saw a dog collar around her neck. I grinned to myself, thinking those two old dogs were definitely learning some new tricks
Mr. Grisby, who I’d seen less and less of since Denise and he were dating, was waiting in my office to find out the results of the code enforcement meeting. Explaining we were in the clear, he giggled saying he never doubted me for a second. He asked if he could use the Lexus in the coming week as he wanted to take Denise to an expensive restaurant and didn’t want to pull up in his big SUV. It was his vehicle, so I asked if we could switch autos because I needed a larger vehicle to transport some new vending machines to my various locations. We agreed and switched spare keys so when the day for his special date arrived there would be no problems. When he asked if I would be interested in buying one of his homes, once he got them back, saying he had no need for both of them. I advised I’d have to discuss it with Troy before I could answer his question.