Couples of South Pointe Lake

14. Blondie’s Tribute

“You gonna tell me a little about this fling you’ve got?”  Scott asked his partner.  They sat in their cruiser parked by the curb, close to a snack vendor stand where they were waiting for the man to finish their hotdog order.  The old man had been operating this busy intersection corner called Vincente Avenue, adjacent to the Vincente Middle school.  For Scott and his partner, Elroy, it was their favorite observing spot, near Cumberland’s mid-town section.

“She ain’t my fling,” Elroy replied from the passenger’s seat.  They usually took turns on who gets to ride shotgun; today was Elroy’s.

“She ain’t?”

“Nah.  When did I ever say that she was?  I never told you that.”

“The way you said it, I figured it was what you meant.”

The old man approached with their separate orders.  Elroy passed across his partner’s hotdog box, then tipped him after taking his.  His box contained two hot dogs and some French fries.  Scott had requested a hotdog, chess hamburger, and fries; they had bottles of Crystal Clear to themselves.

“We’re f**k buddies,” Elroy told his partner/friend before taking a bite off one of his hotdogs.  He wolfed it down, then wiped a spot of grease from the side of his mouth.  “She’s a downright freak in bed and loves to f**k.  Right now, we’re just seeing each other based on that, but I don’t know about her.”

“She isn’t dating that DeGresse fellow?”

“The way she explains it, they’re like roomies with little or nothing in common.”  Elroy was digging into his second hotdog and stopped to guzzle down some water.  “Damn, this is some good s**t,” he remarked after licking his fingers.  “What she mentioned to me is that she’s already getting tired of having his lazy ass around.”

“Why keep him then?”

Elroy shrugged.  “Loyalty, I guess.  He’s had some rough times, and she feels kinda sorry for him.  They’ve been friends for a long time.  Right now, she’s the one bringing in the figures while he’s doing janitorial work.”

“She know you busted his ass last night?”

“f**k yeah, she knows,” Elroy laughed.  “She called me hours ago that she chewed his ass out when he came back this morning.  She said she wished I’d kick his ass before letting him off.  Can you believe that?”

“Hey, that’s what happens when you make a woman upset.”  Scott drank his bottled water.  “Anyway, we still on for tonight?”

“Dinner at your place?  Yeah, sure.  If your missus is still inviting.”

“Hell yeah, she is,” Scott said.  “She’s been wanting to have you over for days now.”

Elroy fell silent and gazed at the crowd of people making use of the traffic stop to cross the street.

“You said the other time that there was a favor you wanted done,” Elroy said.  “You didn’t say what.”

“You’ve met my wife before, ain’t you?”

“Sure have.  Won’t be the first time.”

“What do you think of her?”

Elroy looked at his friend and was momentarily perplexed by the question.  He responded by first shrugging his shoulders.  “Nothing worth thinking except she’s your woman.  Very pretty, and you guys look good together.”

Scott expected his friend to say more, but instead, Elroy turned his concentration to his French fries.  

“That all you got to say, man?”

“I dunno.  What else you want me to say?  Where are you going with this?”

“Tell me you ain’t ever found nothing special to look about her.”

“Scott, I don’t ever make it a habit to check out my buddies’ wives, if that’s what you’re asking.”

They fell silent for a moment and continued with their meal.

“It’s funny you’d say that because Mia’s been taking a necessary liking to you.”

Elroy nearly choked on his fries when Scott said that.  He took a sizable gulp from his bottle of water before focusing on his friend, realizing that what he had said wasn’t a joke.  

“What’re you getting at here, partner?”

Scott gave his friend a serious look and went ahead to speak his mind to him.

*          *          *

Blondie’s bakery shop, which bore her name, was located on Liberty Boulevard three blocks from where Scott and his partner were enjoying their lunch break.  Her shop also comprised of a restaurant, where she got to showcase her eclectic cuisine that came in line with her bakery display.

A Hilux truck drove into the cul-de-sac that ended in the back of the building.  The back door opened, and two workers from the shop came to the truck to off-load the bottled bags of Crystal Clear.  Two black men in coveralls came down from the truck.  One of them wore aviator sunglasses and carried a clipboard.  He chatted with one of the workers for a moment before he and his colleague entered the building.

They strolled past the kitchen into a corridor that led to a stairway where they then went to the next floor where Blondie had her office.  The men had made plenty of deliveries before and were acquainted with the building layout.  The workers were familiar with them but knew nothing about the extent of their job besides delivering bags of water.  Only one person had such intimate knowledge, and that was the same person they were here to meet.

The one holding the clipboard’s name was Ray; his buddy behind him was Jonesy.  Ray took off his glasses as they entered a small office that contained a desk and a computer, with a pretty but unassuming secretary sitting behind it.  The secretary made a call on her interim phone, then gestured at the door past her desk for both men to go on ahead.  

Ray opened the door, then he and Jonesy entered the office.  The door shut behind them, and Jonesy turned the key so nobody would interrupt their privacy.

Blondie sat with her feet resting on her desk.  Her skirt had slid down her thighs to expose the white lace fishnet she wore underneath.  She had been expecting the men and knew ahead of time that they were coming.  Two monitor screens stood beside her computer that showcased multiple security camera layouts of her establishment, so she knew what everybody was up to, including her customers in the restaurant.  From here, she had watched the Hilux truck cruise into the yard.

“We brought the invoice,” Ray presented her with the clipboard.  “And we came to collect,” he added.

“Of course you did,” Blondie smiled.  She scribbled her initials on the clipboard, then swept her feet off her desk and smoothed down her skirt after standing up.  “I’ve got your collection ready if you boys have got time to work for it.”

“Time we’ve got,” Jonesy answered.

Blondie pressed an intercom button.  Her secretary’s voice came on.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Hold all my calls, Becca,” she said.  “I’m not to be disturbed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Blondie pressed another button under her desk.  This one enabled a secret doorway behind her desk to come open.  She went inside, and the two men followed.

Blondie began her bakeryestaurant establishment seven years ago; this was before she became acquainted with her Black Master.  The building had previously to a bank that had inevitably closed up and relocated to the city.  Blondie put in everything she had to remodel the structure into what it now resembled.  Traces of the previous owner was nonexistent, except for one detail that she had retained out of eclectic value.  The section she chose for her office had an inbuilt sanctum that had served as the bank’s inner vault.  Blondie liked it enough to convert the sanctum into a sumptuous bedroom that was so incongruous with the rest of the establishment.  

The room functioned as her private sanctum away from home.  It was decorated with the imaginations of a fairy tale experience.  The walls were pink with splashes of rainbow adorning the ceiling.  The room housed a closet, a fridge, a kitchenette, including a bathroom: everything to provide comfortability from the real world’s stress.  The king-sized bed had a  fluffy cream-colored bedsheet with stuffed dolls resting on the pillows.  Warm air blew into the room from open-air vents.  The room bore no windows, as Blondie wanted nothing beyond its walls to invade her intimate privacy.  The walls were sound-proofed so she could scream aloud her lust, and nobody would hear.  Blondie opened a bedside cabinet and ran her fingers through her collection of dildoes, anal butt plugs.  She had a similar collection at home; these stayed here for her pleasure away from work. 

She chose a 7-inch black dildo and unbuttoned her blouse while Ray and Jonesy got out of their coverall outfit.  Blondie sucked on the dildo’s tip, and then rubbed it against the fabric of her bra, exciting her n*****s, which looked as though they wanted to burst free.  She took off her blouse and threw it into the closet, then resumed sucking her dildo.  Ray and Jonesy kicked their shoes to the side and stood naked before her, stroking their huge c***s in their hand.

Blondie came and hugged them; she giggled as they took turns kissing her while they caressed her body.  Jonesy lifted her skirt and slapped her buttock, which enticed Blondie to lean toward him, rubbing her huge t**s against his chest.  Jonesy turned her to face Ray, while he dropped to his knees, simultaneously pulling her panties down her waist.  Blondie concentrated on kissing Roy, who rubbed his thumbs against her n*****s.  

Blondie bent forward to stick her butt against Jonesy’s face.  He, in turn, spread her ass cheeks and slid his tongue into her ass crack.  Blondie tensed and then cooed as she got hit with a fervor of arousal as Jonesy’s tongue probed her nectar region and her anus.  Nothing excited Blondie more than a man daring enough to dish out foreplay as much as he loved to receive in return.  Top marks went to any man not afraid to lick her asshole.  Master Shango was one.  He could spend hours eating her p***y alone and has made her c*m on multiple occasions with the sheer power of his tongue and fingers.  

Ray continued to kiss her while her hands cradled his c**k.  She went on jerking his p***s, yearning so bad to have a taste of it; already, she had discarded her dildo.  Ray took a step back to give Blondie room.  Her blonde hair fell over her face and she repeatedly swept it back as she rolled his mouth around his c**k. 

Jonesy went on injecting his tongue back and forth into Blondie’s velvet wetness as farther as his tongue could travel while grasping her butt cheeks apart like two thick slices of bread glued together.  He burrowed into her ass crack while squeezing his chin between her labia folds.  Blondie continued to thrust her buttock against his face, wanting more of his tongue.  She gave a sharp squeal when his tongue met with the prominent bud that was her c******s, sending ecstatic lightning up her spine.  Blondie held onto Ray’s hips and struggled to focus on dishing out her brand of foreplay while simultaneously getting hit from behind.  Ray wrapped a fistful of Blondie’s hair in his hand and jerked his c**k hard into her mouth.  Blondie made guttural, slurping noise as his shaft thrust further down her throat.  Strings of saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she groaned in frantic response from Jonesy’s actions.

Jonesy kissed her butt before coming to his feet, taking a moment to lick his lips clean of her p***y juice before holding aside one of her butt cheeks.  He rubbed his p***s against her butt, to which Blondie responded by shifting against his pelvis; she couldn’t wait for him to insert himself inside her.  That was what Jonesy did as he promptly thrust his turgid phallus right where it ought to go.  Blondie’s head shot up, and her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ shape as her body tensed against the intensity of his c**k stretching her p***y. 

“Aaahhh f*****g s**t!” she exclaimed. 

Jonesy held her by her hips as he slid his d**k further into her tight warmth, taking his time to get her wet.  Blondie tensed and reached a hand behind, gesturing at him to take it easy with her.  Jonesy slapped her hand away and tightened his hold on her hips as he continued ramming hard and steady.  Blondie now had held onto Ray’s hips, and his c**k fell out of her mouth as she struggled with her gasps.  Ray shoved his c**k back into her mouth and warned her not to let go again.  Blondie broke into a shuddering frenzy from the pounding she was receiving behind.  Jonesy’s hands left her hips and settled on grabbing her waists as he now had a fantastic sight of his phallus stretching her cunt.  Her p***y wasn’t so tight anymore.  It now welcomed the intrusion, the way her muscles seemed to grip his girth, enabling his pulsating muscle to consume more of her. 

The three of them fell into an uncoordinated rhythm that involved Jonesy f*****g her from behind, making Blondie jerk forward, to choke harder on Ray. 

At one point, Ray felt his p***s losing its hardness, and then pulled away from Blondie.  He took a moment to wipe pools of sweat from his face, leaving  Jonesy to keep on with f*****g her while standing.  When he felt revived, Ray came and tapped his buddy’s arm.

“About time I got to hit some of that p***y, man,” he said.

“Oh yeah,” Jonesy let go of Blondie and laughed enthusiastically at his friend.  “I was f*****g getting all carried away there,” he said while wiping the sweat off his face. 

Blondie went and laid on the bed for Ray to come to her.  He got to her lie against the bed, then climbed on top of her.  Blondie didn’t enjoy this sort of position.

“Hey, what are you—”

“Shut the f**k up,” Ray slapped her butt for added emphasis, to which Blondie howled in response.  “The boss wants us to give you a good f*****g, and that’s what we’re here to f*****g do.”

Ray leaned over her and rubbed his prick between her buttock, intending to slide in-between.  Blondie spread her legs to afford him room and lifted her butt toward him as well as he went home inside her.  Ray worked his hip and buttock muscles until he buried his organ inside her.  Blondie smacked her feet repeatedly on the bed while whimpering from the impact.  Her hands clutched the sheets as his nuts-sac pressing against her fleshy buttock.  Ray dug his hands under her torso to grip her shoulders and grunted into her ear as he worked his hips and pelvis.  He turned her face toward his and kissed her hard; both of them inhaling each other’s breath in unison.

Ray pounded her but stopped when he felt a sharp, locking pain in his thigh muscles, and decided then to pull out of her.  He fell beside her, gasping, while Blondie turned toward Jonesy, who had gotten onto the other side of the bed; his p***s was as erect as a tent-pole.  

“You got something there for me, big boy?” Blondie murmured as she drew closer to his erection.

“You won’t know until you come and get it,” Jonesy said.

Blondie came upright, and Jonesy then lifted her off the bed.  Blondie locked her feet behind his back as he entered her, then laid her back on the bed.  She hissed as he wasted no time getting into the groove of f*****g her.  He hammered her with a few slow, easy-going strokes that gradually built into him feeding into her harder.  Blondie whimpered and thrashed as she attempted to keep up with his power.

“Oh yeah,” she gasped and choked on her breath.  “That f*****g c**k feels so f*****g good!”

“f**k yeah,” Jonesy exclaimed amid his grunts.  “This p***y feels f*****g good, too.”

He gritted his teeth as their s*x proceeded onward, loving the feel of her p***y around his d**k.  Ray was busy stretching his leg on the bed to rid himself of the intense clamp in his thigh muscles that hampered his performance.  Feeling better, he went and played with Blondie’s t**s.  Blondie grabbed his p***s and drew him closer so she could get to sucking him, which she did.  Ray knelt above her head so she could get easy access while his buddy kept up his pressure of f*****g her.  

Ray waited for Jonesy to grow tired before gesturing at him to pass her over.  Jonesy left a creamy trail in his wake when he pulled out and made way for Ray to take charge.  He stumbled away from the bed, wiping copious sweat off his face as he went and sat down on a chair.  

Blondie got to straddle him this time.  She swept her hair from her face while Ray slid his p***s between her ass cheeks.  Blondie sat down hard on his pelvis and shuddered as the impact rode up her spine like a shotgun blast.  She unconsciously twerked her bottom while adjusting to his throbbing girth, and then got busy riding him hard.  Ray smacked her buttock and jerked his thighs to match her momentum.  Blondie unleashed a squealing frenzy as his thrusts drove her toward her orgasm.  Ray alternated his groove, but it wasn’t enough to curtail him from flooding her womb with semen. 

The two men took a short rest, and Blondie gave them quick snacks out of her fridge and water to replenish their energy.  Ray and Jonesy dried themselves up with towels, then wore back their coveralls.  Blondie escorted them into her office naked.  Ray picked up his clipboard and pair of shades, and then they took their leave while Blondie returned to her sanctum to freshen up properly.  

Becca looked up when her boss’s door opened and the two black men came out.  They strolled past her desk, but something compelled Ray to stop at her desk.  Becca didn’t notice him standing there at first, but was then startled when she adjusted her librarian-type glasses on her nose and was immediately bewildered to see Ray staring at her.  Ray said nothing except continue to admire her feature while Becca felt uncomfortable under his gaze.  She had a moon-shaped face with spots of acne under her chin.  Her eyes were blue eyes were large; her eyelashes were thick.

“Can I help you?” she inquired.  She had intended to sound indignant, except what came out of her sounded way too feeble.

“Hi,  I’m Ray,” He smiled and reached out for a handshake.  

Becca appraised his hand as though it were a foreign object before reluctantly shaking it.  “Hi,” she said.

“Sorry about my approach,” Ray put on a polite voice.  “I don’t want to sound brash, but I’d love to know you.  And if possible, ask you out for lunch sometime.”

Becca looked flustered as she tried working what words to counter his offer but coming up short.  Her mouth broke into an abrupt stammer, and she felt her cheeks flush red, highlighting her dimpled cheeks.  She struggled to calm her nerves, knowing that Ray was somehow peering past whatever façade she might attempt to spring up.

“Well, I don’t . . . I mean, I don’t know you . . .”

“I told you already, my name’s Ray.  You’re busy right now, I can see that.  I’m gonna leave you with my card.”  He took a business card out of his front pocket, then grabbed a pen off her desk and wrote his number on the back before giving it to her.  

“Call me whenever you’re free; I’d love to hear from you.  Goodbye now.”  Ray waved at her before walking away.

Becca sat there holding the card and feeling stunned out of her mind as she struggled to comprehend what just occurred.  She looked at her door as though expecting Ray to be lurking there with his colleague.  Her owl-shaped eyes blinked, and she impulsively adjusted her glasses on her face while scrutinizing his phone number on the card.  Becca picked up her handbag and threw the card inside, then returned to her work at hand.