Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 05

"Renee stopped it, right?"

"Unfortunately." I realized she was looking across the street probably still hurting from her exile as an employee.

"Maybe that was for the best."

"You don't know shit." Her voice sounded harsh, uncharacteristically different. I didn't know what to make of her explanation.

"Tell me what you want, Yoli."

"Come over here and I'll tell you." I stared for a few minutes before walking over facing her directly.

Yoli appeared to be holding on for dear life, knuckles whitened. The expression on her face gave me pause but she waited for me to come closer. Her phone dropped to the pavement outside the fence with a clank and I bent over to pick it up. When I stood up her hands shot out grabbing handfuls of my shirt. Her thin arms were able to reach between the fence bars drawing me the rest of the distance. Her lips pressed into mine for the briefest of seconds.

"That's what I want." Yoli deftly slid the phone out of my hands drawing back before turning leaving me outside alone.

I watched her go no wiser than I was before coming outside to meet her. I was enmeshed in drama despite how I felt about it remembering my cousin's words of wisdom. Jaquan had been proven right in this assessment and also consumed by his own ideology as I walked back across the street.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Renee had apparently decided to look the other way while Rashida seemed angry and devastated at him for minimalizing their joint betrayal and one night stand. I thought about her attitude towards me initially and the circumstance that both of us slept with her with me unknowingly following in my cousin's footsteps.

I checked my phone finding a text from Shawnee asking what I wanted. Obviously, she'd returned my overture because of the dollars she was racking up.

"What's up?" She sounded more like herself answering the phone this time.

"Saw your numbers a while ago; I thought we could work out some more scenes and talk a bit." I tried to edge into things knowing I somehow had to get her over to Renee's salon.

"Oh yeah, what about all that shit we shot at the mall, huh? You only put out one fucking scene and I saw that shit on TIK TOK blowing up. That's why I'm getting paid on my page, right?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't ask you to make no fucking Tik Tok page; and I know you trying to be on the come up off my ass. So, what're you really trying to do, huh payaso?"

"Trying to make more money than you're about to bitch about, Shawnee. I paid you to keep your first scenes off the grid because I knew you could be big, and I wanted to catch lightning in a bottle. You posted your stuff this week and its been hitting non-stop which means there's a growing audience of perverts out there dying to see more of Ms. WTF. Before you start calling me Jerry Heller, I haven't taken any money from you. I haven't posted a lot of the stuff we shot for this very reason."

"If I'm so big, what I need you for, eh?"

"You don't, but you know what I bring to the table and that's why I called you. Can't we talk face to face?"

"I didn't say we couldn't; I just asked what I need you for."

"Ask your friend Porsha; she put you onto the game, and I fucking delivered the bag. I'm not gonna apologize for taking you out in public, because I knew your audience needed to see you in real life among other people. Why you trying to figure out how to throw away the bag, I'm coming up with new ways to make you even bigger. Now people, your fans know how much you stand out in comparison to other women. Now, we've got a somewhat professional looking scene wrapped up which gives you the illusion of being a professional model. Goddammit, you TELL ME what I NEED you FOR, SHAWNEE!!" I was leaning against the alley wall almost ten feet away from Renee's salon door.

"¡Hijo de puta, no puedes aceptar bromas! ¡¡Solo estoy jugando contigo, no me llores, hombre!!"

"English please." Shawnee chuckled in scoffing fashion but didn't fool me one bit.

I knew her like the back of my hand for the most part. Ms. Thompson was at her best, a professional grade slacker. Yeah she liked getting paid, but I couldn't see her taking the time to shoot her own stuff and if she did, it would look like shit. I'd forced her out of her comfort zone and would do a lot more if she let me, especially after my two day emotional gauntlet with Rashida Sikes.

"Ah, what the fuck man; you want the fillings out of my fucking teeth already, eh?"

"No, I just want us to meet so that I can put you up on game even further. Can you do that for me without the extra bullshit?" She chuckled sounding somewhat off because I'd verbally backed her into a corner.

"You slick, straight up Don King, looking ass nigga."

"So, what's it gonna be, Shawnee?" I didn't deny I wasn't exploiting her.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"¡¡¿No escuchaste lo que diablos dije tonto?!!" I knew I had Shawnee hooked. She always went into Spanish whenever she felt like she was being coerced.

"I'll text you the address tomorrow."

"Oh, you ain't coming over today?" I could hear some movement on her end of the line, imagining that she was trying to sit upright instead of reclining on her favorite love seat.

"No. I'm done for today."

"Them balls hurting again, huh?"

"Fuck you." We hung up on good terms, but I was worried what would happen when she met Renee Kelly, my silent partner and Rashida Sike's best friend.

Their unplanned first face to face meeting ended with radioactive levels of mutual acrimony that would've doubtless become physical if I wasn't unknowingly in possession of Shawnee's weapons of choice. I remembered Rashida's expression when those knives were shown to her wondering if listening to Renee Kelly was a good idea after all.

Then I remembered myself and Chi Town Thunda's situation with Jaquan.

Tomorrow would be the best time for a face to face with my producer, esteemed baby mamma number two. I got up walking to the edge of the building adjacent to the salon entrance. I found Renee sitting out front at one of two small tables provided for customers. She was leaning back in a chair reading a kindle.

"Tomorrow, at noon; make it happen." She didn't look up or regard me further.

Just inside the shop, little Daisy Kelly was playing with some adorable animal plushies. The toddler seemed to feel me looking meeting my gaze with a replica of her mother's piercing glare. I waved, but she went back to playing with her toys, ignoring me. It felt like I'd done something wrong prompting me to half turn looking back down the alley at the adjacent street.

I realized I'd been in full view of her shop's picture window. She'd likely watched my exchange with Yoli from that chair. There wasn't anything I could do about that now, but I would accomplish my set goals the following day. I went back upstairs to our impromptu studio.

"What're you doing?" Mintzy was sitting at the table finishing off the plate delivered by my cousin. She was caught midbite eating my mac and cheese after killing the generous porkchop meant for me.

"Oh, was this for you, brotha? I just got myself a thing for a good piece of meat, sorry and all; your cousin is one hell of a cook. I just love black food, all them spices and everything. I figured It wouldn't be a bother since you got this sandwich right here."

I noticed the pastrami sandwich next to my ravaged dinner plate with a big bite taken out of it. I leaned against the door, folding my arms across my chest. Mintzy had herself, quite the repast.

"Shirley." Her eyes went saucer wide when I motioned towards the bedroom.

"Back, there?" She motioned toward the bedroom mimicking my motion, pointing with a single finger.

"Back there, Shirley." I nodded.

For the second time in twenty-four hours, Mintzy looked as if she were walking to the gallows. She'd freshened up with a bit of makeup enhancing her muddy olive colored features. However I didn't find the crappy looking sleeveless shift dress covering her buxom figure appealing in the least. I chalked it up to the vomit inducing floral print that looked like something an elderly woman would wear. Mintzy seemed to realize my take on her choice of clothing suddenly drawing it over her head in one sweeping motion. It hung at her hip as I took in what was underneath.

"Damn Shirley."

Her immense bust was encased in an appropriately sized underwire bra, but this didn't stop it from pushing her breasts together into dual mountains of jiggling cleavage. Her abdomen and crotch were covered with this plus sized, open bottomed girdle with garters connected to some sheer nude stockings. Everything was utilitarian white color wise and she added a bit of her own flavor to things with the cheap looking flip flops on her feet.

"Uh, I wanted to wear something nice for you and all; but Antonio's been hawking me ever since he got home." She stood there demurely explaining her mismatched outerwear.

"Mintzy?!"

"Yeah, back there, right brotha?"

I nodded prompting Mintzy to drop her head as she slowly walked to the bedroom to be judiciously railed. She was going to be my repast after a day of shenanigans. I just wanted some guilt free sex, and maybe to stick it to her racist son, too.

It became apparent that Mintzy found her stride during our earlier hookup when I found her bent over the edge of the bed with both palms flattened on the mattress. Sinking three fingers beneath the open bottomed girdle I found her bare snatch, sinking some fingers inside.

Mintzy was beyond wet making me wonder if she were already in this state when I walked into the kitchen. Her legs started quivering reacting to the sound of me unbuckling my belt and unzipping. She dipped at the hip a bit waiting to be pierced as I stepped out of my pants and underwear. I rolled a condom onto my cock as she wriggled even more in anticipation.

Mintzy made this sudden, throaty gasp when my cock slammed inside of her balls deep. She was so wet; it was running down her inner thighs after a few seconds. Her somewhat blocky looking ass was thrown backward into me like wet cement. She was more than ready this time bucking and working her hips into me with wet passion. I imagined that she was burning through a prolonged sexual drought finally getting what she needed.

Her legs started quivering uncontrollably, so I nudged her up onto the edge of the bed so that she could resume the position with more support for her pendulous breasts already scraping the bare mattress. Her muddy looking olive hued butt exhibited motion ripples across the lower part of her cheeks.

My eyes settled on the tiny heart shaped tattoo with the banner over it which read BRUNO. It seemed out of place as my balls slapped into her slit. I liked the way her cunt tapered off in conical fashion going harder. Her breasts were free of the brassiere now, so I started undoing the hooks in the back. Once the last hook was painstakingly undone, the undergarment popped free of her body with an elastic motion.

This seemed to free up a range of motion as she dropped her head onto the mattress giving me even more of a stationary target. My eyes were focused solely on her butt which became this blocky, unattached target for my member. Mintzy was visibly creaming all over my shaft with droplets soiling the bare mattress. She rose up straightening her arms, locking them in place while shaking out her hair.

I eventually got her meaning grabbing a handful roughly pulling back on it until her gaze was forced straight ahead towards the room's window. Mintzy went with it spreading her legs further apart just the way I liked it. Goosebumps prickled up on her back, but I knew she was far from climaxing. One of her hands rose in the air, fingers clawing at nothing.

I snatched up the wrist of that hand really giving her some serious back shots with this added leverage. I could feel the heaviness of her breasts bouncing all over her chest, even from the back. The husky sounds she made sent jolts of sensual electricity sparking up my spine. Both of us were close to the precipice. It seemed like we might cum together.

Neither one of us wanted to spoil things by talking. Mintzy at this point, was shoving her thick, cement like derriere down onto the base of my cock with just as much energy. It felt like she was wetting herself as I released her wrist grabbing a big handful of her left tit. My fingers found the nipple of that breast erect, harder than it had ever been now a squarish, blocky nub.

Her throaty moans were starting to ramp up in intensity and volume. The distressed droning sound of her husky overtures had my inner thighs pulsing as we started to crest. My other hand reached under her arm grabbing an additional greedy handful of her right tit. Mintzy started to howl as I squeezed, groped her huge breasts, pinching and rolling both nipples.

I kept at it, both of us now kneeling upright on the mattress. Mintzy was so enraptured, I could hear her audibly choking on saliva, hiccupping a bit between those breathy groans. I captured her left ear between my teeth nibbling and suckling it making her burst.

"FUCK QUELLA FIGA!! SCOPA IL MIO GRASSO CULO ITALIANO, GRAZIOSO RAGAZZO NERO!! FUCK ME DEEP!! FUCK QUEL CULO QUANTO VUOI!! DAMMI QUELLO CHE VOGLIO OH MERDA VOGLIO AVERE I TUOI BAMBINI!!"

I don't know if Mintzy was trying to signal me in her own way, but I went animalistic pounding her box so hard the dark, olive colored mature was forced to support her weight on her hands and knees trembling out of control as I matched her shivering, zaftig frame. Her arms went rubbery along with her thighs for a few seconds, then she collapsed face down inadvertently freeing my cock from her steaming snatch.

It couldn't have been timed perfect as the sudden motion ripped the condom from my penis at the moment of climax. Mintzy erupted in a body wide shaking orgasm as I began literally hosing her down with milky ejaculate. Her quivering cheeks were completely glazed along with her lower back as a result.

"Let me taste it brotha; feed it to me." Mintzy was on cloud nine, gasping loudly from the exertion.

Not one to disappoint, I pushed my cock into her gullet receiving a scintillating clean up blowjob that evolved into a full on face fucking. The Sicilian MILF rolled onto her side at an angle to give her massive breasts some relief allowing me to essentially mate with her face for a long while until I began to crest again. Mintzy's technique involved extreme vacuum sucking, holding it for the duration taking everything.

I dehumanized her enraptured until I felt myself about to explode again. She was ready, waiting with a handful of her left breast raised allowing me to bury my cock in her sideways cleavage. My own loss of humanity factored into things as I positioned myself in a pushup position across her side with my prick buried deep between her mams.

I flopped and fucked away at her cleavage eventually spreading my legs wide as I began ejaculating wildly into the cavernous negative space between her knockers. The buoyancy of her boobs factored into things feeling like oversized rubbery balloons against my pelvis. The wet slapping sounds of my pelvis colliding with her enormous tits filled the bedroom until I relented kneeling upright.

My lower abdomen, crotch and penis were glazed over with cum while her cleavage was a messy lattice of webby ejaculate. I'd even managed to leave a slightly visible reddened bruise between her tits in the shape of my prick. Mintzy was wearing the warmest smile as her big expressive eyes surveyed the mess I'd made of myself.

"Shirley, you can eat my dinner anytime you want." She reached over rubbing one of my inner thighs visibly pleased.

"If you want this place; I'll let you move in."

...to be continued.