Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01

One of the few guys in the crew was named Yello. Yello was a brother that looked like "super Nigga!" A huge, dark, body builder type with a gigantic body, all muscles. When Yello started dating Manuela, the neighbor's girl that William had had a crush on for ages, William felt sick with jealous.

Manuela was 21, a hot mama with a pretty face, with smooth, chocolate brown skin. She had a gorgeous, stacked booty, thick tits, slim waist and curvy hips and ass by the pound. She loved to flaunt it, walking with her designer thongs and half her nice, big, chocolate butt showing half the time.

Manuela was a high maintenance broad. She had expensive tastes, and loved jewels and fine, expensive clothes, not hip hop gear like DKNY, but the type of designer wear that Demi Moore, Jody Foster, Madonna and all those other riches bitches could afford. Plus she drove a sexy, cream colored, BM convertible, all paid for by Yello of course, who was very proud of her and loved to show her off.

Yello was always bragging about what a nasty freak his woman was. All the guys knew details of how she liked to fuck for hours, that she sucked dick like a pro and loved being hammered, and she would scream her lungs out and cum a thousand times back to back. William used to feel pissed when Yello would be going on about how she ate his ass half the night and he fucked her ass and cleaned his cock in her mouth for the other half.

When Yello proudly announced that Manuela was expecting his baby, William felt a pang of pain, even as he raised his glass and celebrated with the crew. When her eyes met his for a second, he thought he saw something apologetic. Yello and Money got married but she stayed with her mom and had their baby. Yello lived a dirty life. He was fucking a lot of other bitches on the side and he even used to fuck a couple of young yuppie white guys that he had met in jail and turned into his shorties.

When Manuela would kick it with the crew, they called her Money, but for him she was Manuela. There was always this tension between William and Manuela, when their eyes met. He had this feeling deep down inside that she felt something for him. But she was the big homie Yello's girl, so she was out of bounds. That was rule in the crew. You didn't touch your mans' baby ma.

William's girls were just sluts. It was just partying and sex, with an optional sequel. He would fuck a girl, and if the sex was hot, he would fuck her again, a couple of times, then pass her to the crew, for it was no fun, if the homies couldn't have none. The boys used to fuck a girl or two together quite often. William liked that freaky shit, though personally, he was more into chilling with a girl or two, laying back, raising his thighs and getting his dick sucked, his balls licked and his ass hole tongued by a hot freak or two, whilst he captured it all on his cam coder. Later, he would watch it with the homies or get into some virtual, cyber gangster shit and put it on the net, without his face showing, of course. The videos of him getting his black ass licked by white chicks seemed to be the most popular. He wondered why brothers and white boys liked that shit.

Chapter 10

Despite all the nice things about being a high roller, there was a harsh side to the life.

Violence and death were so common. Sometimes, crews went to war. Gangsters were dropping dead like flies all the time. That was what made the guys all reckless. You lived for the day and tried to do everything you had ever wanted to, for you never knew if you would see the sun rise on the morrow. William had to drink and do drugs and go off wilding, smoking fat joints and using the world as his ashtray, just to banish that side of things from his mind.

William became hard and cold. He was pumping MOBB, going,

"I'm living this till the day that I die, Survival of the fit only the strong survive..."

If it was his life or yours, his cash or yours, his dope or yours, his crew or yours, sorry man.

The thing was, you never knew where it might come from; some guy you roughed up way back, a rival crew, a fucked up fool trying to prove something, a drugged up idiot, or even your own crew.

Trouble was simmering in the crew. It was between his cousin, Big D, and Yello, Manuela's husband. William kind of looked up to both of them, for they were the big homies, the longest serving members of the crew, besides Mo.

The problem was that JD, who had been Mo's right hand man, had gotten popped while on a solo creep. Big D or Yello, one of them was supposed to take JD's place. But Mo was stalling in making his decision, and this was causing tension. The crew was split in two, between those in favor of Yello and those who favored Big D. Big D and Yello were both reckless gangsters, that didn't give a fuck. They had been best mates and hell raisers, but now, the beckoning opportunity, of power and more cash, turned them to rivals and foes. They had a serious altercation one day, and Mo called everybody for a meeting, in the back room at his gym, to try and squash the internal beef.

William hooked up with Big D and the guys who were behind him in the car park. They all checked their pistols for they were going in armed.

"But Mo said no guns," William said, starting to get nervous. The room was small. And ten gangsters shooting all at once, hell, that would be a blood bath. If a direct hit didn't get you, ricocheting bullets would.

But Big D told him, "Unlock the safety, son. If shit starts poppin, grab your steel, put your head down, fire and run for the door."

Chapter 11

William met Big Mo often. The big boy was very fit, with a muscular, lean, granite like body. He used to spar a lot with William and they would kick it, just chatting. Big Mo took a liking to William for he noticed he had a good brain and was calm.

When he had been in the crew for two years, and just turned twenty, William was not that pleased when Big Mo told him, "You are going back to finish high school and then study."

"Man, I been out of fag ass school for a year now."

"I need someone with brains in my team, someone who understands finance. I will sponsor you, but when you finish you will work for me."

"Man, I punched a teacher when I chucked out. They wont take me back. Plus I am too old..."

"I already sorted everything out. The Headmaster likes to ride the white horse. He does what the fuck I tell him. If your school report is fucked, then you got beef with me. And believe me, you don't want that."

William had never worked that hard at school. It was like, you just didn't piss Big Mo off. The other guys laughed at him for going to class, but Big Mo was checking his report regularly, like, "You better not fuck up my investment."

William still had to run deliveries a bit after school, for Big Mo did not want him to forget his roots.

Mo started taking him into his confidence, showing his criminal enterprise. It was well structured. He had money all over the place. He had a house in the hood from which he ran his drug business. But he lived in a big ass house somewhere where rich crackers lived, and that's where his wife and children were. His wife thought Big Mo ran a logistics firm. William was impressed.

Chapter 12

William was driving home one evening, a little buzzed from the weed and the booze, in fact, drunk as hell but not throwing up. He was just pulling up to his house when there were squealing tires and a car cut him off. He hit the emergency brakes, his heart rapidly pumping. Was this a jack or a hit? Fuck that! He had been in several shoot outs and was still living. And he intended to. He liked breathing. He wasn't ready to die.

William hit the emergency brakes and grabbed his heat, kicking the door open. He was out of there in a second, hiding behind the car and aiming over it, just about to let off and spray the enemy full of lead.

"Don't shoot! William! Don't shoot!" a terrified female voice screamed.

"Fuck!!!" William exhaled and un-cocked the hammer. He stood up slowly, taking a good look that it wasn't a trap.

"Fuck! The fuck wrong wit u Manuela? Wanna make a Nigga put lead in that pretty ass!"

Manuela jumped out of her cream drop top BM sports, shaking like a leaf in a strong storm. Her lips were quivering and she was scared as hell. He slid his pistol into his waistband and walked to meet her. He took her in his arms and she was trembling so hard. She started sobbing heavily.

"Don't you worry none ma. Sorry. I just thought!"

"William, I cant take it no longer. I just cant! I got a baby boy! I, I, I."

"Chilly mummy! Come in..."

He led her into the house his mom had left him and eased her onto a couch. He got them some Chris and and a fat joint to calm her down.

She was badly shaken. He was surprised. Damn! She shouldn't act up like this. After all, she was a gangster bitch.

William asked Manuela how she was doing? And about her baby boy, who was about three now. Manuela was about twenty four now. She was still married to Yello and still lived with her mom just down the street. She was very frustrated with Yello, he could tell.

As she gathered her nerves, William gazed at her. Manuela was looking hot. Her pretty face was made up neatly, her thick, full lips a glossy cherry red. In her true, nasty style, she was wearing a white, lacy designer thong teddy, which left an ample amount of cleavage peeking out. Her short, tight, sexy, Gucci, jeans skirt was sitting low, giving peeks of her fine, thick, round ass cheeks which had the white strap of her thong teddy disappearing between them and it was so arousing. She wore sparkling silver earrings and matching neckband and bracelet, all of them studded with diamonds. Her feet were in high heeled, knee high boots.

William however noticed she was in a foul mood. She was kind of pissed about Yello because someone had told her he was creeping with some other whore.

William laughed inside. She was getting worked up about one whore. One lousy whore, when Yello was fucking around so much he might as well have been a top porn star, no, make it a top, bi-sexual, IR and black porn star, for Yello was fucking so many girls of all races as well as fucking a couple of his white shorties from jail. William was kind of nauseated about Yello fucking guys, but at least he didn't fuck black guys, only white guys, and he didn't suck them or anything, they served him like his obedient bitches.

Manuela asked William about Yello and he lied and said, "Hell, Yello a good Nigga! He just out there hustling, getting that money. Don't listen to gossips."

"Don't fucking lie to me William. I am tired of this shit, having a man that is never there for me. I have a kid with him. What the fuck is this? He is gone for weeks. He is out there wilding and I am all alone with my kid. We married, but when was the last time he fucked me?"

"Yunno he hustling to give the both of you a better life..." William said.

"This ain't a better life William. He thirty and still gang banging. Every time my phone rings, I am scared someone is gonna tell me he got shot or arrested. I wake up crying from having nightmares of taking my baby to the cemetery or the jail house to visit his daddy! This ain't a fucking life, William! I have talked to Yello about it till my lips were sore, but you know him. He will ride till he dies. Rather that, than be there for me and our baby..."

"Don't talk down on a player. Yello out there putting in work!"

"Fuck that William. It hurts. You a man, maybe you can never feel my pain. A mom's pain. A loving woman's pain. It hurts so much."

She started sobbing heavily. He put his arm around her and for the second time that evening, Manuela soaked his shirt front.

William held her and stroked her soft, long hair. He had to hold the joint and the glass to her lips several times till she finally calmed down.

"William, do you remember when we were kids, going to church? Did you ever think we would end up like this, a gangster and a gangster bitch! What the hell went wrong with us?"

William could feel her pain and sorrow. It was tangible. For the first time in his life, doubts crept into his mind, about the life of a gangster. He trembled slightly as he remembered the situation when he had thought she was an enemy, coming to try and take his life. It was something he lived with every day, the possibility that someone would try and kill him, gangsters, cops, someone out for revenge, someone trying to make a reputation, a junkie, a lunatic...

Usually, he banished it to the back of his mind with drink, drugs and wild sexual escapades. But now, as he looked into her shiny, tear filled eyes, his fear of death and the whole stress of being a gangster pushed to the forefront. It was a heavy burden to bear. He felt the weight crushing his shoulders, drowning him...

He looked desperately into her eyes and saw the same desperation, hopelessness and pain he was feeling, deep in his soul.

"Oh, Manuela..."

"Oh William!"

He wrapped his powerful arms around her like he wanted to crush her. He held her tightly, like a drowning man clutching a log.

Her arms locked tightly around him. He felt her desperation, loneliness and fear and they resonated with his and send them both plummeting into a deep, dark vortex. They cried softly, and hugged each other for ages. Like they were trying to crush each other's tense body.

Then their arms softened. She reached up and stroked his cheek gently. He stroked hers. He gazed deeper into her eyes and found sympathy and affection. She purred, rubbing her cheek against his hand as she drowned into his eyes and forgot her pain.

Their hands started stroking each other. They looked into each other's eyes. She smiled softly. He smiled back. He felt himself drowning in her big, deep, dark eyes. As if in a dream, her pretty face smiled dreamily, and rose to him. She came close, licking her thick, soft lips. Then she stopped, so close he felt her hot, sweet breath on his lips and nostrils.

He went the rest of the way, to meet her. They kissed, softly, pulled back, chuckled and kissed again. Her soft, thick lips felt like fleshy pillows. They parted and he slid his tongue out, to give them a wet, gentle caress. She shivered and moaned. Then she sucked his tongue gently, and took it into her mouth. They kissed languidly, their tongues dancing together. Then they pulled apart.

"William, you know we shouldn't. Yello is my man," she rasped huskily, her voice soft like silk.

"Yeah. And he my mans."

"Quit seducing me. Don't look at me with those beautiful eyes. Make yourself useful and rub my feet." She slapped his chest and squeezed, her fingers playing with his nipple for a second, making him shiver. The sexual tension between them was so thick. Then she pushed him away gently and wagged her feet.

William disentangled himself from her. He took several deep puffs from a joint, then he passed it to her and slid on his knees before her. He pulled off his shirt and she rasped as she gazed at the lean, athletic, defined body in his black sports tank top. He unzipped both her white, leather boots, peeling them off her feet. He removed her socks. Sitting back on his heels, he put one dainty foot on his lap, and picked up the other. Her toe nails were painted cream, just the finger nails.

"You got beautiful feet," he rasped, stroking and tracing her pretty feet.

It was ages since William had gone out of his way to be nice and good to a woman. Since his mom died and Nathalie dumped him, women existed to please him. That was what gangster bitches did, served a Nigga.

But he felt good, as he massaged her delicate, pretty foot with his big, strong hands. She purred and sighed and it made him feel good, to be giving to her. He took his time till her foot was soft like putty in his hand.

Manuela sank back in couch, feeling so good, as if he wasn't just massaging her foot, but her whole body. It was ages since Yello had ever gone out of his way to be nice to her. He still spent a lot of money on her, but there was no tenderness. He said she was a nag, for trying to make him quit gang banging and be a responsible husband and daddy. On the rare occasions they fucked, he used a rubber, saying he didn't want her to trap him into becoming a daddy once again. Once, she had threatened to dump him, and Yello had laughed. When she said she would sue him for maintenance, he had said he would buy her life for three gees. And she had seen he meant it. She was trapped with Yello. She had had enough of being a gangster's bitch, but he was still a gangster.

Manuela now forgot all about her sorrow and heart ache as William stroked her feet tenderly. She started purring and sighing, feeling good all over. And her nipples started hardening, as her pussy started to get wet, very wet.

As he worked on her second foot, William felt her other foot moving in his lap, rubbing up and down his thigh and it gave him shivers. His cock was growing big and hard.

He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this, about his mans girl. It wasn't right. But when he looked at Manuela, he did not see Yello's girl and baby's mom, he saw the girl from next door, that he had been infatuated with for ages.

Manuela gave free reign to the lust she was feeling. The touch of his big, strong, gentle, caring hands on her foot was making her pussy so wet. She could feel her thong getting more and more moist by the minute.

Her foot moved of its own accord, up his powerful thigh, inching closer to his cock, till she was nudging the thick, long ridge that was in his pants leg. She felt shivers, as she realized he was horny too. She traced his nice, big cock lightly with her toe nails. He gasped and gazed intently into her eyes. She gazed back at him with her smoldering slits, and ground her soft foot into his meat, feeling it grow harder and thicker as her clit and nipples stiffened, and began to itch.

She wriggled on the couch and raised her short skirt up around her hips, and left him gazing at the fat mound cupped in the thin strip of the gusset of her thong teddy. The material was soaked and almost transparent, and it was plastered to her dark, shaved, bald mound, which was peeking through so seductively.

"Would you suck on my pretty little toes honey, if I begged you?"

"You don't have to beg me..."

William had eaten pussy. In fact, he loved to go down on a pretty woman. But licking toes was a first for him. He raised her foot and licked the bottom of her big toe. She purred as he twirled his tongue around it, and sucked it. She mewed and shivered. Then she laid her foot along his shaft and ground her heel gently, tantalizingly into the round head of his turgid meat.

William fixed his eyes on her, the girl he had been secretly in love with since puberty. Strong, powerful, amorous emotions washed through him. He licked her foot, lapping it. Then he sucked her toes and she seemed to just melt and go all soft. He licked both her feet and she was writhing gently and sighing and moaning. Then she started stroking her body, running her fingers tantalizingly up and down her sides. As one hand rested over her pubes, cupping her cunt through her teddy, the other scooped up a thick breast and she fondled it and tweaked her nipple through the thin material.

Chapter 13

"Fuck!" William groaned, his aroused, dark eyes blazing at her.

"You are such a darling, William," she purred honestly. "Come here, honey..."

She took his hand and pulled him besides her, tucking her legs up under her ass and laying her body into his. He took a deep puff, held it in and passed. She took a deep puff and draped her arm across his belly, easing her hand under his sports tank and stroking his abs lovingly. He purred, and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her body into his. She slapped his belly, pinched and was like,