Nigga Heaven Ch. 05

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

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" Where'd you get the idea your pussy is a piece of fine china I gotta be careful with?" George said.

"I'm Catholic and I can't get an abortion, "Connie replied.

"Shoulda thought about that while you was showing me that pussy after your old man left the room to go piss," he reminded her of the Christmas party where some drinks loosened her tongue and other things.

"I suppose you're the one who knocked up Melissa," Connie fired back.

"The fruit don't fall far does it?" George laughed.

"When did you start fucking her?" Connie frowned.

"About the time you moved in," he said.

"You're a dick, " she said.

George smiled at her, "And you love every inch of it."

"Vince isn't gonna be happy when finds out that his wife and daughter are pregnant by the same black man," she said.

"I told you before, I think he's queer; fess up, is Melissa his?" George asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," she snipped.

"What about Melissa? You plan to keep fucking her?" She asked.

"I don't see any reason I shouldn't enjoy her," he said.? "She's an adult."

"You're a pig, she's nineteen," she said.

"A stiff dick got no conscience. Right now I want some of your sweet, Italian ass," he smiled.

Connie stared at George for a long minute before she rose and walked to the bedroom. In the bedroom she pulled the comforter from the bed and put it aside. George followed. "Make yourself at home," she said, and went in the bathroom, a minute later the toilet flushed. Back in the bedroom she pressed her hand against the wall to steady herself while she pulled off her sneakers. Then unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her jeans, and pulled them down. George was in the bed stroking his cock when Connie crawled across the bed to him. He squeezed one of her breasts hard through the bra cup.

"You like a little pain doncha?" He said.

"I like it when you suck my breasts hard," she said as she unfastened the bra and pulled it off her chest.

"One thing at a time," he said, pushing his strong hands across her body.

George pulled her against him, she draped a leg across his thigh and let his tongue push into her mouth.

Her body plumped a little now, and she looked forward to when she'd get big so that everyone knew. All the women at the office wanted his baby swelling inside them. But only she and Melissa went after it. She liked to think about being George's white whore when he touched and groped her and controlled her, like now. Melissa probably felt the same. She really couldn't blame Melissa for wanting George in her pussy.

"Lie down," he said, and pulled her panties off her legs after she stretched out. Her hand found its way to her swollen gash as he sucked the nipple and areola into his mouth.

As he sucked her she thought about what was coming; after he she climaxed he'd pull her head and mouth over his cock till her face was pressed against his waist, and then he'd slowly fuck her mouth the way she liked it best. No rush, take your time, let the lust rise slowly. She liked how her mouth and tongue aroused George's cock till it filled her and wanted to ejaculate.

Sometimes he let it, sometimes she made it cum right there. She knew he liked to slide his cock into a cum filled mouth, to lube it good for her ass or pussy. "Cum is the best lube for a woman's ass," she thought.

Letting George see her pussy at the Christmas party was the best thing she ever did, because he saw her and took her to his private office, to the bed he kept there, and fucked her. When Vince found them in the bed Connie's pussy was already soaked with cum, and he saw it, and saw her pressing her panty crotch into the cum with her fingers, and saw the contentment in her eyes as she looked back at him. She liked the feeling. She liked being a black man's married whore.

George's dick was like heroin when he was inside her or right after he pulled out; she liked the sleepy, dreamy feelings he made her feel.

Connie floated back to earth as George lubed her anus with his long finger. She automatically relaxed when she felt the finger sliding in. Vince never tried anal with her. "Lift your ass up," George said. Connie lifted her ass and closed her eyes, and returned to her dreamy place in heaven.

George was dressing when Connie woke up. He had showered already. She studied him, as women do, to puzzle out his intent. "There's not enough pussy in the whole world for him," she concluded. "What time will you be back?" She asked.

"How in Hell would I know!" He was always cocky after sex. "It's business," he stared at her with inscrutable eyes, grabbed his jacket and left. She rubbed her belly and called their housekeeper, Marisol, to change the sheets.

Marisol was older than Connie, Connie wondered if George slept with the woman.

"I like to think of myself as a feminist, " George told the young woman sitting beside him at the table. "So I use my money to invest in women who have the talent and potential to do great things but lack the means." Translation: I buy what I need to make money, especially white women with an itch to get ahead, who don't mind servicing me and my clients as a gratuitous professional courtesy.

Over dinner Melanie told George of her dreams and plans, and shared her resume. She graduated State U atop her own hooves but needed a secure and easy scholarship plus admission to graduate school. Smarter, richer candidates were ahead of her in the line. Asked about collateral, Melanie confessed that as the daughter of a poor widow she had few assets, then she took George's hand, tucked it under her short dress, and whispered, "All I have is this and plenty of gratitude." "Getting accepted into grad school would be cause for real celebration," she added.

"Let's get together next week and see where things stand," George suggested.

"Fabulous!" She cooed, and wondered aloud if George would accept a modest souvenir of her appreciation and esteem for him. "Say, Saturday?" at his office, late afternoon.

George arrived home early, much earlier than Connie expected. She was in bed reading when he opened the bedroom door. He undressed and got into bed. His dong hung out the fly on his boxers. "How was it?" Connie asked.

"I'll let you know when we're done, put the book down," he replied.

She looked at him for a moment, but looked at his dong more, "Sometimes I feel like your concubine," she said.

"You are my concubine, and you a slave to your pussy, but I ain't stingy with what I give you; you get all the peter and money you want. And if you wanna leave right now I ain't gonna stop you," he said. "Gals like you is always looking to trade up for better. It's how gals is. And so long as you feed my need my work is plain, to make the trading up tough to do. It's how I run my business. Make it tough for folks to do business elsewhere."

Connie palmed his cock and kissed it, "I hate it that you fuck all these other women and Melissa."

"Ain't there nuthin you like?" He asked.

"I like your cock, and I like when your cock smells like you and not like a cunt," she looked into his eyes then licked his piss hole.

"Nobody put a gun to Melissa's head and say, Fuck George. Melissa fuck old George cuz he got what she want more than what other men got," he said. "She got a nice car, she dress nice, she gets plenty of money. Where she gonna get that at nineteen? And that baby in her belly is an investment."

Connie pulled the head of his dick out of her mouth and looked up at him, "Maybe she likes your cock, too."

Late Saturday afternoon Melanie lay on George's bed flushed and panting and on her stomach as George poked his semen back into her pussy with his long finger when Connie unlocked the door and came in. George got up and Connie took his place fingering Melanie. "Who are you," Melanie whispered.

"I live with George," Connie said. "You look used and stretched out and swollen. How do you feel?"

"Thirsty and sore," Melanie said.

"Does the sore feel kinda good, too?" Connie asked.

"Uh, huh," Melanie said.

"Would you like George to fuck you some more later?" Connie asked asshe finger-fucked the young woman with a slow rhythmic cadence.

"Uh, huh," Melanie said.

"Here's the deal, sweetie; George is gonna take care of your concerns, and I want George to bring you home so he can fuck you a lot for a while," Connie suggested. "And I want to eat the cum out of you when he does, is that okay?"

"Uh, huh," Melanie agreed.

"You want to open your legs for me, hon?" Connie asked.

Melanie spread her tired legs apart and closed her eyes when she felt Connie's breath on her ass.