SEASON FINALE
“Hey.” It was early in the morning, probably right after the crack of dawn and I awoke shaking the sleep from my eyes finding Shawnee draped across my left side. Her face was hovering right over me with the relaxed somewhat goofy smile I’d become used to all over again since our reacquaintance.
Shawnee was playing with my dick.
“What are we doing?” I asked casually with a yawn.
“You don’t like it papi?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“So you like it right; like waking up to me jacking on your morning wood, eh papi?” She was casually sliding her soft palm from stem to stern making me harder.
“Yeah, feels good.”
“That’s what I’m saying baby; I was laying here beside you and I kinda thought to myself, “Self you need to give this nigga post nut clarity” to get the day started off right.”
“Post nut clarity?”
“Kiss me papi.” I obliged Shawnee to the fullest as she ramped up her actions going Indy 500 fast making me groan and whine into her mouth as we tongue dueled.
I got completely hard in moments drawing up the knee that wasn’t trapped under her thick thigh letting that foot rest flat on her mattress. Shawnee was bottomless wearing nothing but this black baby tee crop top that left her belly exposed. My leg was actually trapped between both of hers completely immobilized as she jerked harder letting her fist slam into the base of my prick. Her head was pinning down my arm while the other one was pretty much useless. I’d have to reach across my own body only able to touch her bicep given our postures.
“UH, YOU’RE DOING IT…HARD! REALLY HARD!!”
“Yeah, so.”
“I… UH, CAN’T LAST!! UG!! OH!! I’M GONNA CUM QUICK!!” I warned as she continued manically beating me off.
“So.”
“HUH?!!” Shawnee added a flick of the wrist to her actions as precum flowed from the head of my penis making things slick.
“I don’t care cum as much as you like baby.” As if encouraged, Shawnee put her arm into it making me yelp and whine as I crested almost humping up into her hand. Only her weight kept me partially pinned to the mattress as several tremors erupted across my body.
“AW SHIT!! AW FUCK!!! FUG!! FUGGIT!! AW!! AW MAN BITCH!!” Shawnee leaned further across my body redoubling her grip on me as rope after rope of thick milky jizz erupted out of my crown soiling my abdomen and inner thighs. Shawnee was relentless never letting up making my eyes watery. Her chubby fist was a blur of motion as I did my best to twist out of her grasp blubbering gibberish splashing spittle everywhere. Through it all she kept looking between my face and her jacking fist.
Then it was over.
“Oh yeah that was a good nut, wasn’t it papi?” She wagged my member splashing jizz all over my thighs with some of it flicked on my chest and one of her chubby chipmunk cheeks. Shawnee gasped in mock surprise releasing my tortured cock gingerly bringing her glazed over hand up into both of our fields of vision.
“Post nut clarity.” I mumbled blissfully.
“Yup.” Shawnee shocked me by licking her fingers clean finishing up with a loud gooey slurp.
Her hand returned to my package as she stared at my face waiting for a reaction. I could feel her playing with my balls, rubbing my taint. She abruptly broke off her perv with a chuckle shifting about on the bed until she was kneeling besides my abdomen. I could tell she was looking at me from head to toe but my eyes settled on the undersides of her enhanced tits visible from my vantage point under her crop top.
“My turn.”
“HEY!”
Shawnee straddled me reverse cowgirl pushing her humongous derriere right into my face like the iceberg that hit the titanic. Everything went black as that massive donk became a living eclipse. My cranium was cradled by her cushiony thighs.
I would’ve gone into fight or flight mode but Shawnee shut that down as I felt the whole of my endowment engulfed between her lips as she made a meal of my shaft and balls. This activated me as I started giving as good as I got sucking on her clit like it was going out of style. My legs were drawn up as she planted her elbows on the mattress between them handling my package. Her fingers encircled under my balls while the other hand rhythmically jerked everything not in her mouth. Shawnee mixed things up throating me in intervals.
It felt so good that I wrapped my arms around her narrowed waist capturing my own wrist to lock her into this economy sized 69 position eating her like it was my last meal. Despite the danger of having this big buxom woman atop my body, I went at her with everything I had mewling and groaning into her holiest of holies. Shawnee went after me handling the back of my thighs in kind drawing my legs up until both feet were planted flat. I ended up screaming into her box while her head bobbed between my legs.
My hips just started bucking and popping into her mouth while my nails clawed into her immense ass cheeks partially out of survival the rest out of overt lust. This put me in unintentional danger as Shawnee responded in kind rolling and twerking her wide hips mashing her snatch into my face. In seconds both of us were mewling and making all kinds of weird noises as I considered what might be my last happy moments on the planet. I resigned myself to going out pleasuring this crazy Latin woman to the best of my ability.
Suddenly life giving air rushed into my lungs as Shawnee dismounted my face turning back around on her knees.
“Oh, mierda, nos volvimos locos allí por un maldito minuto, ¿eh papi?”
“English.” I gasped struggling to breathe.
“Aw baby, I just wanna see your face while I’m sitting on it.” Shawnee went to mount my head again grabbing the headboard as she began to swing one of her thick shapely gams over my torso.
“OH GAWD!!” I curled up into a ball rolling away from her in a fetal position faux trembling.
Shawnee grabbed at my shoulder laughing but I rolled onto the floor hanging close to the edge of the mattress. She was laughing like a banshee for a few minutes while I cowered on the floor, then things went silent prompting me to raise up peering over the edge of the mattress. Shawnee Thompson was gone leaving her bedroom door half open.
“Huh?” I climbed back onto the bed with my sweat pants in hand keeping an eye on the door, then slid on a t-shirt from the tournament bearing some fan’s cartoonish drawing of Shawnee’s gaming alter-ego, Hazzardess G. I was still feeling it all over from the tournament and Shawnee literally mauling me like a bear until the wee hours of the night.
“Oh well, in for a day.”
I mumbled to myself scratching the back of my head getting up stretching walking over to the door thinking to join my host in her kitchen. I now knew firsthand what it felt like to be Andre 13.5 pre drama. This woman was nigh possessive to a fault with the men she was into and sleeping with. I wondered if I’d need a security detail to get out of town after she mentioned more than one time about keeping me as a “house” husband.
I peered out into the immediate corridor finding the door to Rashida’s guest room shut. Part of me considered climbing into bed with her in order to get some more shut eye unmolested. I walked to the second security door opening it as quietly as I could but found myself thwarted by the chime. I cracked the door sticking my head into the corridor hearing some expected movement in the kitchen.
Just as I was looking down the shortened corridor the opposite door to the small utility restroom opened.
“What the..?”
Rashida Sikes was there with a knee on the toilet looking at me with a toothy grin. We exchanged glances as I noticed the sheer white floral demi brassiere covering her pert breasts. She was wearing a matching tiny floral lace thong which was little more than a ceremonial strip of cloth over her sex. I glanced down at the silver pumps on her feet and matching toenail polish. Shawnee was playing some music while she cooked. It was that song I’d heard on a number of Tik Tok videos, Goya Menor, Nektunez by this artist known as Ameno Amapiano.
“What, uh no?” I whispered across the hall when Rashida crooked a finger beckoning me over. She was fully made up looking like a whole snack, but I’d barely survived Shawnee’s attempt to sit on my head.
Rashida turned her back to me mounting the toilet on her knees with her arms folded across its top in an open dare to deny her. From the back those certified sixty plus inches of online fame were beyond decadent and inviting with a tiny patch of sheer white floral material at the very top of her deep gluteal cleft. Her rich chocolate skin tone offset the stark white in perfect contrast as I realized she knew my habits way too much. To make things even more complicated and hard, Rashida did a single audibly loud twerk clapping those cheeks once.
I ran across the hall in to the bathroom with my cock already out impaling her with impunity.
Rashida glanced over her shoulder with a knowing smirk that made me want to put a bag over her head to avoid the embarrassment. My hands were handling her cinched waist right above the outward swell of her rounded hips as that donk bounced off my pelvis like a trampoline. This was “our thing” since the first time we hooked up and a moving tradition of “doing it” in bathrooms to commemorate the first time we hooked up in a former friend and mentor’s home. That was an incredible day back then handling her badonkadunk booty for the first time.
My fingers dug into the demi cups freeing her pert enhanced boobs squeezing and playing with them rolling the nipples. Rashida’s head rolled around on her shoulders as I thought of our general disconnect during the trip when she’d hooked up with Koa. Part of me started to feel like this was some sort of consolation fuck getting a little angry. She groaned excitedly when I pinched her nipples hard going harder creating these motion ripples across her big black ass. I wondered if I should pull out and finish my morning tryst with Shawnee instead.
“Kiss me daddy.” Rashida managed a half turn begging for a bit more intimacy. She managed to hook and arm around my neck bringing me closer to her waiting lips for a few seconds before straightening her stallion legs planting her heels flat. I hooked my fingers over her shoulders from the back long stroking her box with Shawnee’s scent all over my face. The mind movie of Koa making passionate love to her returned interfering in our thing.
“I want to see your face.” I grunted under my breath pulling out turning her around by the narrow waist. Rashida obliged me sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet allowing me to gather up her thick womanly legs hooking them over my shoulders. She surprised me reaching down pressing my crown against her backdoor.
“Nobody went in there but you since we’ve been hooking up after Renee.” There was this fleeting look of concern on her face that brought pangs of guilt but she pulled me close intentionally impaling herself with my prick. We knew in that moment what was occurring. This was her attempt to reestablish our connection prior to the trip making me rueful and guilt ridden at the same time.
I buried my member to the hilt letting it sit there as I tried not to say anything just looking into her brown eyes.
“This is yours daddy and nobody else’s.” Rashida cupped a cheek as I began plowing her back door. She reacted facially squinting each time I thumped the back of her second hole with her mouth hanging open. I’d rolled her up feet in the air rodding her out thoroughly as the back of one of her heels tapped out an impromptu ditty on the bathroom door.
“You, uh don’t have to say that Rashida.” I grunted fucking her rear end slow and methodically as her hand found my nipples under the tee covering my chest.
“I was having some fun and I let you down.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Well I’m just letting you know this ass is yours for as long as you want it daddy.” My arms trapped her stallion legs between them while my hands covered her bared breasts. I appreciated what she was doing but resented her thinking she had to shore up my manhood. I knew Rashida had the best intentions but didn’t want her to feel that way about us.
“HEY GIRL YOU DO KNOW THIS IS COMMUNITY DICK AROUND HERE, RIGHT?!!” My heart leapt into my throat at the sound of Shawnee’s voice.
Shawnee was sitting on the bench across the hall watching us as she sipped from the same mug she’d originally made me a power drink when I first arrived. I got a wink and a twinkling fingers wave looking down at Rashida as my cock popped free of her huge derriere.
Several ropes of jizz shot out of my crown hitting her dead center in the face and chest with a lot pooling in her abdomen and navel. Both of us heard Shawnee laughing her ass off sitting there watching favoring the mug between both of her chubby hands.
Rashida flipped her the bird with a sarcastic look on her face.
“USTEDES PERRAS SE ENAMORAN O ALGO? RASHIDA, ¡¡¿SABES QUE AHORA ES MI POLLA, VERDAD?!!”
“ENGLISH!!” We yelled in unison at her.
“SPANISH!! ESTÚPIDOS HIJOS DE MADRE!!”
All of us were laughing in moments.
“Girl, you’re all wrong; you ain’t doing it right.” Shawnee licked her teeth rolling her tongue around behind her lips watching both of us like a predator.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS; ARE YOU FOR REAL?!!” Rashida shot back as I stood there dumbfounded while our host got to her feet with a cherubic smile that made her aforementioned chipmunk cheeks puff outward a bit.
“Yeah girlfriend, don’t you know there’s rules to this “Ass Game” eh maldito chocolate negro?” Shawnee’s eyes squinted a little as she leaned into the door first looking deep into my eyes, then down at Rashida laying there with her business on display.
“There are?” This was news to me and Rashida, both caught off kilter by her smooth delivery and the hand offered palm upward.
“Yeah homie; come up out of there hon.” Shawnee effortlessly pulled Rashida to her feet caring little that she’d just watched me go ham in her ass. She no-looked tugged on Rashida’s hand pulling her to the side with one hand while reaching inside the room onto a short shelf that I hadn’t noticed before containing a box of baby wipes.
She ripped the plastic wrapping off the container noticeably tossing it over her shoulder in Rashida’s direction before pulling out several wipes which she applied to my semi-deflated member. I’d like to say she wiped and cleaned my business but it felt like more of an enhanced hand job as she stroked me to full hardness with little to no effort.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Rashida stood there with a hand on her hip forgetting her own soiled countenance until Shawnee tossed her the box of wipes in an underhanded manner akin to pitching a softball.
“Watch and learn baby.” Shawnee gingerly took my hand lightly directing me out into the narrow corridor before mounting the toilet with her arms folded on top of it. She laid her head down on top of them sighing breezily.
The toilet disappeared from sight leaving only the view of her massive heart shaped derriere. Those light cinnamon shaded buns got me fully at attention right before Rashida’s eyes as she cleaned herself using the wipes.
“FUCK YOU SHAWNEE!!”
“Don’t cry baby they say in some circles; when the student is ready, the teacher will appear Chica; in your case, the master has arrived baby.”
“EXCUSE YOU?!! CAN I GET THE MIC?!!” Rashida perked up despite being caught in an embarrassing position propped up on the toilet with her holiest of holies bare to the world. She cut in between us snapping her fingers in front of my face at point blank range until I looked at her. She took my hand leading me to the bench across the hall.
Rashida adjusted herself staring at me with furrowed brow daring me to look away. I knew Shawnee was watching without looking back as my running buddy, muse and usual friends with benefits mounted the bench with both knees tight together. Thunda as she was known online, popped out her own staggering sixty plus inches of online fame with that floral thong perfectly placed. We worked together all the time, so Rashida had an unfair advantage. She gave it a loud “thunderous” series of claps harkening to her online alter-ego.
Shawnee just laughed playfully getting our attention.
The ASS formerly known as Ms. WTF planted her feet on either side of her toilet perch bent over at a ninety degree angle presenting her still as yet, unmeasured monster for well, my viewing pleasure.
Shawnee fired back with her own patented “Slow Motion” bionic twerk which sounded especially loud this morning. There was just no getting over the look of those massive cheeks and the odd way in which they swung away from each other doing a rotation revealing her openings before smashing wetly audible into one another.
Rashida was not pleased.
“OH, SO WHAT YOU’RE SAYING IS THAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO THIS, HUH BITCH?!!” She shouted with one knee on the bench as Shawnee looked over her shoulder, still smiling like Rashida was a light weight.
I should’ve been alarmed when the former Ms. WTF took her sweet time standing up stepping backwards out of the bathroom while Rashida took three measured steps forward with the meanest mug I’d ever seen on her face. Shawnee slowly turned around bumping chests with her on again off again rival since they’d met. Obviously her enhanced bust dwarfed and obscured Rashida’s own engineered pert offerings. Despite being just a bit taller, Rashida leaned forward pressing her forehead against Shawnee’s teeth gritted.
…I should’ve been alarmed.
“Oh my gawd.” My eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. I started giggling like a schoolgirl drawing their attention collectively.
“WHAT?!!” They shouted at my mad scientist like cackling visibly worried as I rubbed my hands together looking between them.
“THE GREATEST SHOOT OF ALL TIME!!!”
Infectious creative energy was crackling all over my person as I ran to my battered suitcase pulling on the handle which promptly snapped free making me stumble. I looked at the detached handle, then at the deep cracks in the hard-shell exterior of my tote. My dirt and sand encrusted handbag had fallen onto the floor when I snatched at the handle. My heart started thumping as I retrieved my bag from the floor with all the care you’d assign to a newborn. My eyes went to the women standing there watching then settled on Shawnee who covered her mouth.
“You didn’t.” Rashida side eyed Shawnee who looked at her feet unable to speak for a second or two.
“I was mad; he was talking shit on the intercom.” She mumbled.
“Shawnee, you smashed up his stuff? Damn, do you know how foul that is bitch? You couldn’t have let him get it back and leave, huh? I’m sure he just wanted his property back, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“I was mad.”
“So that makes it okay right; especially after you were shredding him all night at that fucking party?”
“I wasn’t thinking; I just saw him there standing way down the steps from the front of the building like he thought I was gonna bust a cap in his ass. It made me mad so I tossed his shit. It just ended up at the front of the stairs. I was trying to throw it down those fucking steps because he acted scared. You didn’t care; you was fucking Koa, hoe.”
“Hoe?”
“Did I stutter?”
Shawnee’s baby face and those particular chubby cheeks of hers were puffing up while her eyes looked smaller then went wide watering up. Her fists balled up slowly into the hams that nearly destroyed my face on the beach a night ago. Rashida’s grimace went nuclear shoulder visibly stiffening up as I read the play. My months long wing woman and diminished FWB would undoubtedly hit her patented “Two-Hitter Quitter” in the form of dual clubbing blows one to the back of the head first while the second would be a loaded right hand into Shawnee’s nose.
…but Shawnee wouldn’t blink or miss a step as she would not hesitate to hit her own “Extinction Event” sucker punch and wrestle her larger rival to the floor to be bloodily throttled and pummeled into the upper room.
“HEY IT’S COOL WE WORKED IT OUT!!” I stepped in-between them wrapping an arm around Shawnee’s shoulders giving her a peck on one chubby cheek as a sign of good faith. The uber thick Puerto Rican dabbed at an errant tear running from her eye as I faced Rashida.
“You’re cool with her busting up your shit; our fucking livelihood?”
“It’s probably not that bad and things can be replaced; I stockpiled everything online and I keep a shitload of portable hard drives. It’s not that bad, we can work it out.” Shawnee was already flushing crimson from head to shoulders signaling a meltdown. I cupped her chin from the other side planting another kiss on the side of her temple this time.
“I’M SORRY!”
“Chill, okay? Maybe we can make a run for a new laptop; thanks to Isabella and Koa, I’ve definitely got the funds.” I worked at being upbeat while Rashida didn’t look convinced still glaring at Shawnee who turned into my chest hiding her face. I wasn’t fooled in the least by either woman. “Thunda” was trying to get back into my good graces while Shawnee almost transparently played the damsel in distress. I peppered her forehead with kisses reaching over massaging Rashida’s bicep.
“That still fucked up.” Ms. Sikes wasn’t going to be easy.
“Hey guys, both of you rock iPhones right?”
“Yeah why?” Rashida replied with a raised brow and sarcastic expression while Shawnee looked up into my face curious but still playing the role.
“Shawnee, do you have a ring light?”
“I’ve got a closet full of them; you can have as many as you want; I don’t really use them anymore.” I smiled doing my best to lighten the mood as Rashida inched closer still side eyeing Shawnee.
“What’s on your mind daddy?” My eyes blinked at the sullied nickname she’d shared with Koa. My facial response made Rashida look away while Shawnee took the opportunity to wrap an arm around my waist.
“Old school, maybe both of you could uh, do a shower video for me while I audit my stuff?”
“No problem.” Rashida caught herself before she could utter that hand me down nickname.
“Uhm, I retired.” Shawnee admitted voice trailing off.
“Ah, don’t worry about it then, its all good.” Rashida scoffed looking pissed at my acceptance.
“YOU BROKE HIS SHIT AND YOU AIN’T GONNA HELP HIM OUT?!! DAMN YOU’RE FOUL!!”
“Look it’s not like that; I worked hard to change myself. I’m not about that shit life anymore and I’ve got enough saved up to probably never have to do something strange for some change ever again! I’m gonna be finishing up school pretty soon and I’m putting all this behind me. Tell me you didn’t feel the same way before shit went sideways on your radio job?!”
“How’d you get this place, huh bitch; wanna enlighten us?”
“You didn’t miss me after you went back home carrying Renee’s bags! I just, couldn’t so I used what I had to get, all of this! You wanna walk in my fucking shoes? You wanna crawl on your hands and knees while everyone slaps that big black ass of yours, huh? Papi knows how it goes, he sent me a fucking dollar!! That’s when I knew I had to make a change…and maybe it wasn’t perfect, but this right here is me, all me Rashida!! How’re you gonna throw shit on my fucking name bitch? Tell me what its like when you want the same fucking thing with your boyfriend…!!”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!!” Rashida shouted at the top of her lungs killing the argument.
I was at a loss for words literally holding the bag.
Both women, hard friends glared at one another in a silent test of wills which Rashida lost bumping me as she walked into the living room facing out of the window. Seconds later, Shawnee went into her bedroom leaving me between them. I took the middle road walking into the kitchen planting my bag on the island counter top ignoring the crushed sounds coming from inside. I sat there staring at it mulling I might find inside glancing over at Rashida.
Even facing away I could tell that she needed some comfort, but I didn’t move. Shawnee’s bedroom door chimed.
“Here you go papi; just find a good one for her to use and I included some extension cords too.” A pile of discarded equipment it the top of the counter at my right side tossed from a few feet away.
“Thanks-WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR FACE?!!”
Shawnee was wearing a classic domino mask with everything shaded inside the eyeholes with makeup. It was jarring at first as Rashida looked back over her shoulder surprised as well.
Shawnee was otherwise nude hard tan lines enhancing her ridiculous proportions as she glanced across the room at Rashida, then back at me.
“The bitch is right; besides, I owe you one last big hurrah papi. You make me look good, better than your pet donkey over there.”
“Lipstick on a motherfucking cow, you know the rest!” Rashida shot back.
“It’s a pig; lipstick on a fucking pig tonta!!” Shawnee shouted with her latent accent bubbling to the top.
“If you say so bacon, oink.” Rashida burned Shawnee.
“¡Hijo de puta voy a tener que matar este tocino crocante! ¡¡¿Shawnee Thompson va a tener que estrangular a una perra?!! ¡¡¿Estoy a punto de pisotear a ese gran culo negro y gordo de Rashida?!!”
“I don’t talk that Spanish shit, but I know when somebody want their grill busted up!”
“Space and opportunity, right here baby!! WHAT YOU WAITING FOR?!!” Shawnee motioned at the floor in front of her then spread her arms wide inviting carnage.
“HEY CUT THAT SHIT OUT!!” I yelled futilely as both women charged into one another thumping chests again.
They hugged.
It was a deep hug as I watched them detecting some whispering between both of these egocentric females that some would misinterpret as being “proud” and unyielding. I’d been ready to run between the women but found that things resolved themselves as I glanced inside my bag walking to the other side of the island counter pulling out my two portable hard drives which remained essentially undamaged. One of my cameras was scuffed up but still otherwise serviceable. I slowly removed my laptop finding it jacked up.
“Bitch.” I mumbled under my breath. The exterior was warped and it made this cracked glass sound giving me some trouble opening it. There was an crater in the middle of the darkened screen made when Shawnee tossed it down the stairs in front of her building.
I sat down behind the counter resting my chin on my fist glaring at my chipmunk cheeked host.
“What are you guys doing?” Shawnee was in the process of stripping off Rashida’s lingerie; both stopped looking at me.
“You wanted us to do some shower stuff, right?”
“Laptop’s trashed; gawd hates me again.” I was bummed as Rashida walked over looking at the blasted out laptop while Shawnee hesitated.
Both of us glared at her as she looked at her feet standing there in her birthday suit wearing that domino mask looking like a criminal or a gender bent sexualized Hamburglar. She folded her arms over her bust thinking, then looked at us with that chubby faced smile again.
“You think this shit is funny?” Rashida questioned a shade less aggressive with a hand in the middle of my back.
“Hold that thought.” Shawnee disappeared into her bed room again leaving us alone for a few moments. I looked over at Rashida who seemed anxious, still mulling over our issues for the last few days.
“I’ll get you a brand new computer; and we uh, can shoot some stuff today with my phone. Uhm, I think it’s made for that kind of stuff anyway, right boss?” I did a doubletake at her new pet name and her playing dumb about her own phone after all of the footage we’d shot together. Rashida Sikes was the face of my site and one other along with her seldom used cam page which was pirated to hell as of late.
“Yeah sure.”
“Want me to call around, find some stores close by to get you a new laptop?”
Before she could answer Shawnee reappeared with two boxes setting them down on the counter in front of me with a self-satisfied smile on her juvenile face. I looked at Rashida who shrugged then went to open the top box only to have Shawnee slap her hand away.
“Watch them fingers.” Shawnee warned moderately playful inching the box in my direction with her pointer finger.
I opened it finding a brand new MacBook Pro laptop factory new doing a doubletake at the troublesome Latina who’d terrorized me for half of the weekend before we hashed things out in visceral fashion. She moved the box finding some pullback from me in a light tug of war until she motioned towards the second box. Rashida looked ambivalent at being one upped by her rival as Shawnee took away another opportunity for her to connect with me.
“You’ve had this all this time?” I found a Dell laptop in pristine condition. The box was unsealed beforehand.
“Uh, I don’t want to incriminate myself.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Rashida piped up.
“Ah, this rapper who shall go unnamed had this bright idea that I should go into adult movies because of my CULO GIGANTE; wanted to be my manager, my costar, and my fucking el marido too. He was starting to get on my fucking nerves with that shit, but the money…was good. He got uh, shot.”
“Did you, shoot anything?” I was curious making her chuckle.
“HEY MAN, I’M YOURS EXCLUSIVELY!! Besides… Ese drogadicto cabeza de base estaba demasiado ocupado golpeándolo por la espalda para filmar algo.” Shawnee slipped into Spanish whenever there was something she was uncomfortable talking about.
“Whatever, so you want us to do the shower thing, or what?” Rashida cut in sort of leaning across the counter making her sixty plus inches of online fame pop out further. The fleeting thought of my casualness with two naked women in front of me brought a half smile to my face.
“We’re doing it ladies; all of it, all day today.”
“Yeah?” Shawnee sidled up to my opposite side low key shooting Rashida a look. It was odd having both of them completely invested in me after the tumultuous start of this weekend.
“Just think of it as that epic shoot we never did; that was the only time I never delivered on my website.”
“Didn’t that site get stolen from you?” Shawnee asked absentmindedly.
“SHUT UP!!” Rashida growled nonverbally reminding her rival of their part in grifting me. I didn’t say anything letting the atmosphere linger not looking at either woman. Both of my hands found the closest buttock of each palming handfuls luxuriating in the warmth of each.
I got a kiss from each on either side of the face before they snapped up cords and a ring light apiece. Shawnee and Rashida stopped right in front of the bedroom door and the tiny utilitarian bathroom I’d been using. Both women did the rock paper scissors motion with Shawnee ending up in the tiny bathroom while Rashida won her custom model.
I helped both finding that their respective room suited them best for my purposes. Shawnee’s still humongous derriere looked pretty much its former size shot in her tiny shower from a low camera angle. Rashida similarly stood out due to her rich chocolate complexion shot from a good three feet away which put her diamond cut gym body and online sixty plus inches of fame to optimal use for my purposes. She tried to entice me into the shower with her, but only succeeded in some semi-committed groping before I returned to the island counter.
It was meticulous work getting a ton of unsaved files from my smashed computer multitasking after logging into Rashida’s cam site setting up for the shoot I’d wanted since meeting both of my current muses. Shawnee wanted to go out with a bang and I aimed to oblige still assessing her threat level after experiencing her malevolence on a whole other level. It was odd watching the women interact knowing they’d nearly murdered one another at that initial first meeting.
My slightly damaged burner phone started ringing as I connected one of my portable hard drives searching the myriad files until I came upon the earliest files containing both. It was Isabella’s number wanting Facetime.
“Hello, oh hey guys, what’s up?”
I was treated to a way too up close and personal view of Isabella and Koa in bed having relations. Both of them were laying on their sides with Koa behind his wife. His muscular arm was hooked behind her left knee raising it high in the air pointed at the ceiling. His horse cock was reaming out the wife visibly coated in her juices. Koa was squealing and grunting, actually making these embarrassing whining sounds while his wife stared at me silently grinning showing her pearly whites. We both knew this was Koa’s “Get Back” fuck after I ran through his old lady a day prior.
Isabella held up a finger glancing out the corner of her eye as he worked her box one leg trembling profusely.
“AW BABY YOU’RE INCREDIBLE!! YOUR PUSSY IS SO FUCKING WET!!” She rolled her fierce looking eyes looking salaciously at me obviously holding the phone on a selfie stick. The nonverbal cues were all over the place as she licked her bottom lip then bit into it.
“Yeah so what, could you hurry it up; my leg is starting to cramp?” Isabella went so far as to make this faux valley girl accent as she basically ignored her hard working husband.
“BABY YOU’RE SO TIGHT!! I’M GONNA-!!!” He went into overdrive pumping harder while his wife looked bored silently yawning before covertly waving at me with her free hand.
“Cum or get out.” She ordered.
“AW BABY!! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!! AW SHIT BABY!! YOU’RE SO FUCKING SEXY!!” He went into overdrive slamming the bottom out of her box making her voice falter. There was no doubt some invisible timer was going off in their collective heads as his third leg plopped out spewing a few spurts of semen all over her peach.
“Was it good for you Koa?” Isabella asked rolling her eyes almost scoffing. He was handling himself at the base wearily jerking his depleted member.
“It’s better every time; you’re so sexy and incredible in bed.” There was a half smirk on her face as she glanced at me making a jerking off gesture with her free hand.
“I know.” She replied in patronizing fashion as I chuckled. Koa’s head appeared over her shoulder looking at me with this manufactured breezy expression.
“OH HEY MAN, DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE!! MUST HAVE UH, CALLED YOU BY ACCIDENT!!” He was solely drenched in sweat while his wife, wasn’t.
“Sure.”
Isabella burst into laughter making the selfie stick shake and dip down slightly showing the floor of their bedroom as Koa reacted like a dim bulb.
“What baby?”
“Geez, I’m holding a selfie stick you moron.”
“So what, people make mistakes and call uh, people like that sometimes, it happens.” He explained ruefully sounding like a noob. She was laughing her ass off as my view skewed towards the ruffled sheets on their bed.
“Okay, so I can go over there, right?”
“NO!!” The call ended abruptly as I considered things in a different light. Koa was pure eye candy for women and nothing more, even to his supposed trophy wife. Obviously I had it wrong now seeing him as the lesser of the duo, the trophy husband to a vastly successful model and influencer.
“Hey, what are you doing out here; watching porn already?” Shawnee appeared with a towel covering her front with everything else hanging out of the sides, a testament to her hyper-zaftig frame.
“Koa and Isabella called.”
“You ain’t going over there because your dance card is fucking full and if that puta shows her face around here, she better have my paper.”
“Pimping me already?” Shawnee smiled mischievously glancing back at her still closed bedroom door before sauntering up to me dropping her towel.
“Bitches gotta pay the cost to be the boss; this is mine.” She reached down into my sweats grabbing my manhood quickly glancing over her shoulder before bending over framing my endowment with both puffy hands. Shawnee bent over engulfing me with a loud audible slurp. I was about to say something but her top felt way too good as the chime sounded on her bedroom door interrupting us.
Shawnee quickly stood up forgetting her towel as Rashida appeared.
“Yall fucking, ain’t you?”
“Wanna watch?” Shawnee replied already passive aggressive.
“No, I just wanna ask you how my ass tastes bitch.” Rashida rolled right through the insult hitting harder with one of her own reminding Shawnee that I’d hit the backdoor already this morning.
“It tastes like chicken.” Shawnee shot back shocking both of us.
We all started laughing as Rashida walked around the corner finding her rival’s hand wrapped around my cock. She raised a brow dropping her towel to the kitchen floor revealing her own dueling nudity. She leaned in kissing me on the lips slipping some tongue into my mouth. My hand came down in an especially loud slap cupping her own huge butt right up the center. Rashida gasped into my mouth as Shawnee bent over again topping me off.
A loud knock at the door interrupted us thankfully distracting me.
“DID YOU CALL THAT ISABELLA BITCH?!!” Shawnee flipped standing up with a snarl. The fact that her hand was wrapped around my business was not lost on me.
“NO!” I parried her hand away from my junk as the knocking continued.
“YOU CALLED KOA-UHM, ISABELLA NEGRO?!!” Rashida leaned in right in front of my face obscuring my view of Shawnee. I ignored the obvious Freudian slip outwardly watching her visually cringe looking nervous like I was some husband walking in on her.
“No, they just wanted me to watch them get it in on Facetime.”
“EW!!”Both reacted in tandem making me facepalm as the knocking continued.
“Whoever out there is about to catch these hands.” Shawnee stalked off towards her front door while Rashida acted apprehensive taking a position behind me with her hands on my shoulders.
“PUT SOME GODDAMN CLOTHES ON!” I shouted after Shawnee.
“Papi, I got a nest cam on my shit, chill the fuck out.” Despite my warning, She opened her bedroom door dipping inside for a minute returning in a robe staring at her phone as Rashida pressed into me from behind.
I didn’t say anything at all as I heard Shawnee reappear chuckling to herself opening the door out of view.
“HEY KYLE, WHAT’RE YOU DOING HERE?!!”
“My stash, you told me to pop up around nine because you were gonna be busy; did you forget?”
“Aw shit baby I’m sorry about that; you didn’t call Nova, did you?”
“It’s not that serious, you got it?”
“Yeah hold up bruh, be right back.” I inched toward the end of the wall peering out into the corridor with a nude Rashida still at my back. Shawnee was pressed into the door obscuring her acquaintance.
“I can’t come in?”
“You wanna pay the toll?”
“Would you really kick me in the balls?” Shawnee snickered at the question her posture more relaxed. Rashida peered over my shoulder curious.
“Man, I was just messing with you about that shit; what would Hazardess G be without her hype man?”
“So can I come inside? My mom went to her store and I don’t want her to catch me out here. She’s still mad about us smoking up her weed, but mostly at you because she thinks we’re doing it.”
“And you like that shit, don’t fuck with me Estúpido; you were hawking the buns just like your friends last time I came over for game night, don’t front.”
“Don’t remind me, Dave is still coming over damn near every day hoping to see you.” Shawnee chortled relaxing even more.
“Man I got shit going on in here and bitches be naked, know what I’m saying?”
“I wish.”
“Don’t say I never gave you anything Kyle.” Shawnee turned raising her robe gathered in her fists giving him a good look at her ridiculous cheeks for a mini-second, then went into her bedroom giving us a look at her friend.
“OH, NARUTO GUY!!” I recognized the cosplayer from that party from hell poking my head out in plain view along with Rashida hovering with her chin over my right shoulder.