I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t know if he was for real.
“Okay, well, maybe if you sucked my pussy, that might help,” I suggested.
“Help who?”
I tilted my head toward him, and started fuming. “What do you mean, help who?” I asked with much attitude.
“Look, this is a bust. I say we just chill, then we can hook up some other time and try again.” Bruce looked down at his limp dick. “I’m down for the count.” He shrugged.
I snatched up my coat and bolted toward the door.
“Wait, Trish, come on, let’s cuddle. I swear it’ll be worth your while!” he screamed as I stormed out.
That night I laughed at myself as I drove back home. I never thought I’d see Bruce again. I chalked it up as a loss and decided I’d find myself a sure thing the next night.
The following day I got flowers at work from Bruce begging me to give him another chance. It was a pleasant surprise, but not enough for me to consider his proposal. My mind should’ve been wondering how the fool knew where I worked, but I was hotly anticipating my romp with Melvin.
And he did not disappoint. Neither did Calvin or Brian. I took a break for about two weeks, then met this pepper named Juan. He was the first Hispanic man I ever wanted to fuck.
“…So you see, that’s why I’ve gotta kill your nasty ass.” Bruce’s voice jarred me back to my sad situation. The gun was still pointed at me, and Juan sat crying on the floor. He had started praying in Spanish and every so often would do the symbol of a cross, touching his forehead and each shoulder.
I knew I was on my own. “Bruce, I think this is all just a huge misunderstanding.”
“You skank bitches are all the same. Just ’cause a nigga can’t get it up every once in a while you think you better than somebody. All you had to do was give us another shot. I sent you flowers, I called you at work, I followed you around with your other niggas, I sat outside your house, waited for a chance to talk to you alone, but no, you just ignored me,” he said.
My heart sank at his revelations because all this time I was hopping from dick to dick, I never even noticed I was being watched or followed. Yeah, Bruce had called, even got ahold of my cell number, but I just ignored him. I had no idea what he was capable of. In my quest to get more dick, I had developed tunnel vision. My biggest goal each week was coming up with believable stories for my husband.
“I bet I got your attention now, huh?”
“W-w-what do you want me to do? You wanna fuck me?”
Juan stopped praying and looked at Bruce.
“Yeah, amigo, that’s a good idea. She got some real good pussy, man, just fuck her, she likes it.”
I shook my head toward him. I was disgusted. Well, as disgusted as one could be with a gun pointed at them by a deranged stranger while they’re caught cheating on their spouse.
When Bruce didn’t respond right away, I allowed the sheet to drop, revealing my breasts. I fondled my nipples and palmed my breasts.
“Your tits are beautiful,” Bruce admitted. The gun was still on me, but not aimed at my head. I began to relax a bit.
“Bruce, I don’t want you to shoot me, but if you’ll let me ease back a bit, I’d like to masturbate for you. You think you’d like that?”
He shook his head vigorously.
“Ssssssss.” I licked my lips and noticed Bruce staring at my fingers. I pulled my lips apart and used my index finger to rub my clit.
With my legs spread wide, I kept trying to send a mental message to Juan that he should try to tackle Bruce. But that fool was watching the show too. When I heard Bruce release a heavy sigh, I started working faster. He licked his lips and used the gun to rub the side of his forehead.
“You like this, Daddy?” I purred.
“Shit, I love it when you call me Daddy, that shit makes my dick hard.”
“I know, amigo,” Juan said as he palmed his own erection. I couldn’t believe him.
“Spread ’em wider, spread your legs wider for me,” Bruce demanded.
I did. “Ooooh, ssssss,” I squealed.