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Four Eleven Twenty One

Four Eleven Twenty One

by zachary_jerell
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04/11/21*

Another morning in my favorite deli. The regulars are here and a few new faces. Among these new faces, there's a body attached to it that tells me that she definitely gets her workout at the dance studio above us. That suburban mom look of leggings, a matching crop top and the latest most fashionable Nikes. I choose this corner to read and people watch as I do my reading. While I harmlessly flirt with my server who by this point is a casual friend, I notice the newcomer come into view. Like most, she asks what I'm reading and engages for a little while. Before the moment becomes too uncomfortable, she smiles, wishes me a great day and she's off. It's these routine mornings that I enjoy in this so-called bible belt. A bored housewife filling her day with any activity to break up her mundane existence. A cute little homemaker from the affluent neighborhood just making smalltalk a normal looking stranger in the local deli. Intrigued just a bit more because I have a book in my face. I remember the times when I considered this a slap in the face but if this is how they want to play their little game, let's do it.

04/13/21

Back again and before I even have time to order, my favorite server Marlo is telling me that the bibliophile from the other day has asked about me, just as I assumed she would. Whitney is her name, she's married to a local attorney (typical), wants to know how often I come in, hates that she missed me yesterday.

These situations are nothing new to me, in this city they're the norm for me. I wouldn't say that I'm one to target emotionally and attention starved housewives but, let's just say that this comes rather easy. A few years ago I somehow fell into a semi, quasi relationship with this type of woman. She was deep, complex, emotionally and mentally unstable but she was a definite change from my normal. As a single man I would always go for the easy, uncomplicated and that usually came with a healthy serving of basket cases. Growing bored and looking for more of a challenge, I gave this new breed of woman a shot. I must say that it's quite interesting to take these blank canvases, show them the different colors and textures of excitement and watch them paint. Am I opening up a far recess in their mind that for some reason they've kept closed or am I just allowing them to be who they truly are? It's this mental game that I enjoy. When my time is done with them they shouldn't hate me, rather their husbands should thank me for breathing life into the shell of a wife that he has. Come into my world a blank canvas and leave more colorful than anything Jackson Pollack could ever dream of.

04/15/21

I'm going to my hidden corner with book and coffee in hand and hear that cute and curious voice, "well hello, stranger!

I've missed you the last few days." Hey you. I'm sorry, I changed it up a little and visited another coffee shop with some friends.

"Friends or A friend?" Look at this one, doesn't even know my name and she's already getting territorial. Cute. Just a few friends, book nerds to be more exact.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, I found the book you were reading and OMG, I'm hooked on this writer!"

I'm glad I could introduce you to something new and exciting (wink wink). I'm Miles by the way.

"I'm sorry, I thought I gave you my name the other day, I'm Whitney."

Well Whitney, I'm glad you're enjoying the book. Are you an avid reader or just a casual reader of the books mentioned by men you accost in the local deli? That cute smile and flash of baby blue eyes will get her into all the trouble she never knew that she wanted.

"In my defense, I only accost the cute reading types."

Perfect, this one is ballsy and brash. We sit and talk a while over our coffee, get refills and talk some more. Whitney tells me her story, stops short of telling me how bored she is and tells me that my book suggestion was much needed. Early forties, two children, married early and has yet to use the hard earned law degree that she worked so hard for. So goes the life of southern women who go off to college to major in one thing while earning a MRS simultaneously. As the best and greatest performers will tell you, always leave them wanting more. It's been a pleasure talking with you, Whitney but I have to meet a client soon. I do hope to bump into you again.

"The pleasure was all mine and trust me, I'll make sure that I bump into you again." The mischief in this one. As I leave I notice Marlo giving me a big smile, a wink and the hand gun gesture with her fingers. "Line 'em up and shoot' em down, Miles!'

04/19/21

I must say, it was kind of difficult making myself stay away from this place a few extra days but I need to see if that has an effect on my new friend. As I enter the deli I see one of my old friends Jay in line. In front of him I see Whitney and one of her gym friends. As Jay and I chat it up I nod to Whitney who's looking intently in our direction as she chats with her friend. With Jay getting his food to go, I take my spot in my usual corner. Before I'm halfway through my coffee, Whitney appears.

"Was that one of your book nerd friends?"

Yes and no, Jay is in a band and he was telling me about an upcoming show this weekend. With wide eyes and excitement, she asks if they're playing in the city. I tell her that they are playing in the city and she lets out that girly squeal and says that she's been aching to check out some live music, good or bad. I assure her that they are amazing and she looks up the venue. I ask her if she's a blues fan and she tells me that she grew up in the Mississippi delta listening to the blues her whole life. Man, another layer to this woman. I never would have suspected that. Ok, keeping me on my toes....I like that. Not that it's a worry of mine but Whitney tells me that her kids will be with her inlaws. Will your husband be joining you? I could easily add you to the guestlist.

"No, he will be on a business trip." Too bad, he's gonna miss a great performance.

"He's not into great performances but I'm long overdue for one."

Are you fucking kidding me?! It should be illegal for things to be this easy. After some playful joking, Whitney asks for my number.

"I just want to be able to locate you when I arrive at the venue, you know?"

Yeah, I know all too well. You know, that book you're reading has a sequel, I'll bring it with me and you can tell me what you think after. With kind eyes and a smile she says thanks and we depart.

04/20/21

The next morning I didn't get out for my morning coffee and bagel but I did wake to a text message from Whitney. "Hey Miles, it's been a while since I've had a night out, what should I wear?" My reply, something blue to accentuate your eyes and something that you can dance in. "You plan to dance with me? No. I plan to watch you dance for me. "Not even one dance? Maybe....if you're a good girl. "What's the fun in being a good girl? I want to be bad. I need to be bad." You're already a bad girl, it just hasn't been cultivated and brought to the surface by the right bad girl proprietor. "Proprietor, huh? That would suggest that one would own a collection of said bad girls. Tell me Miles, how many do you own?" She definitely gets points for her playful banter. Well Whitney, I'm not really in the habit of owning flesh, I'm more into branding the flesh. That way they know that they're mine while the world is none the wiser. "And how would one be branded and the rest of the world doesn't know it?" That, my dear Whitney, will be covered in the upcoming chapters. "You're someone who should come with a warning label, Miles." A warning label or a welcome sign? "Touche!"

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I have a rule when it comes to the women that I meet- the married women that I meet. I don't ask them about their marriage or situations; if they bring it up I'm willing to talk but other than that, we're just bouncing off each other like a well rehearsed late night comedy duo. "You know that I'm married and I'm not supposed to be at a live music show with some mysterious book nerd with sexy lips and a fast tongue." You have no idea how fast or strategic my tongue is. Not yet anyway. Besides, I introduced you to a book so we're technically in a book club. "OMG, I meant fast as in quick witted but two points for you on that one!" Two points? That came from the halfcourt line, that's a trey if there ever was one! "We'll see how well you dance before I start giving out extra points." Fair enough. "Truthfully, I'm bringing a girlfriend with me, in case any of my husband's lame friends decide to get out tomorrow night." Duly noted, bad girl.

04/21/21

Showtime. Literally. I arrive at the bar just a little early, view the crowd, listen to the soundcheck. As the band warms up with Cissy Strut, the bass is felt in my chest as I enjoy a well aged bourbon.

Text message: Whit. In the parking lot, touching up our makeup. Meet you at the bar. Me: See you in a few. What are you drinking? Whit: If I'm hanging out with you, I'll have what you're having. Me: brave girl. Whit: Hey, go easy on me, I'm out of practice! Me: Baby girl, we never do anything easy, It's always rough. Whit: such a bad boy. Walking in.

As the crowd continues to pour in, I look to the door and in walks our girl in a metallic blue top and ripped jeans. Even from a distance those blue eyes are piercing. As her friend sees an acquaintance and drifts off, Whitney comes my way.

Hey you, glad you made it inside without getting mistaken for a celebrity. "I am a celebrity, I'm a rockstar where I come from."

Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore, you're in my world.

"In your world am I a celebrity?"

You definitely have A-list potential.

"Potential...I'll settle for that. Now where's my drink?"

Here you go, one shot of the strongest tequila in the land.

"But yours looks like bourbon."

You know, this bartender is off his game, I ask for bourbon and he hands me tequila and around here, we don't waste good liquor.

"Ok. just so you know, tequila brings out my wild side."

I wouldn't have it any other way.

The band starts and we find a good spot close but not too close. Not quite on the dance floor but close to our table. Her friend has made her way back. Her name is Jamie and she's loud, brash and all over the place. As if on cue, they step to the dance floor and dance along to the sounds of southern soul and blues. Before long I'm pulled to the dance floor by Whitney and immediately we're one moving to the beat. Loud and crowded, she pulls my ear to her mouth and lets me know, "whatever happens is your fault. Yours and Mr Don Julio." I accept full responsibility and I cup her nice ass as we grind and move.

Whitney lets out a gasp as if she's in shock, but she pulls me closer and rotates her ass in my hand.

The hard hitting bass, the crowd giving off amazing energy, Whitney slides a strategic hand to my crotch as she turns and offers her backside to me as she grinds away. I lean forward and whisper, that's my bad girl.

With a shudder, Whitney says, "I've been dying to do that since day one."

Ok, that goal is accomplished, what's next on your list?

"I've always wanted to fuck in a bar restroom."

That's all, I ask.

"No, I've wanted fuck you in that restroom over there since I touched that black dick of yours."

Without saying a word, I tell Jamie that we're going to the bar. At the end of the bar we take a right and go into the unisex bathroom. Before we're completely in the stall, two arms are around my head and I'm being kissed as if it's the last kiss of human existence. I pull Whitney inside and slam the door shut. My lips are a feast and she's famished. In the background people are coming into the restroom.

Laughter, squeals of how bad ass the band is and guys using their best lines as the ladies laugh them out.

"Take it out, I want that in my mouth." Whitney sits on the toilet and goes for my zipper with fervor. "Whoa that's impressive!"

What, what are you talking about?

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"Hold on, my mouth is about to be full." With the softest of hands, one with a humongous rock on the ring finger, Whitney kisses my hard dick. She moans and takes me in as I stroke her blonde hair. Farther and farther she takes me, at this point I have two handsful of hair and I'm fucking her pretty mouth. That pretty mouth with those full lips. I pull away before this ends prematurely.

"I'm too high on dick, could you get these pants off me?" Whitney asks. I turn her athletic body away from me and peel her jeans off. Once her jeans are off, Whitney arches her back into me and brushes her ass against my dick. "Mmm, don't make me wait any longer,Miles."

Is this what you came here for, Whitney?

"Yes."

Do you want to get fucked, Whitney?

"God yes, I need it. I need it more than you know." I kiss the back of her neck and whisper, good girl. As a smirk comes to her face, I position the head of my dick at the edge of her well shaved and super warm pussy.

"Oh god...don't tease me. I'm aching for you." I rub my dick from her wet pussy to her asshole repeatedly. Just as she starts to beg for it again, I slide into her warm, slick pussy. She gasps, her breath catches and she reaches out to the wall for support. "OH MY GOD!!" Whitney moans out loudly and from the next stall a females voice comes through, "fuck yeah, girl, enjoy that dick!"

We laugh and the stall neighbor is out the door. I grab her waist from behind and with a hard thrust, I'm balls deep inside Whitney.

"FUCK!!!" As Whitney tries adjusting to my dick inside her, I ram her from behind and rage fuck her. Hair tossing everywhere, Whitney clawing the walls as if she's trying to climb to the next stall, sweat drips down both our bodies and Whitney squirts long and hard. Without missing a beat, I continue to fuck her furiously. After her second orgasm, I use one hand to grab her hair and another to pull her as close as possible and flood Whitney's fat pussy with what feels like a gallon of cum. I fall against the stall door and Whitney braces herself against the wall. Panting, legs shaking and mumbling what the fuck, on a loop.

Come here, bad girl. I pull Whitney from the wall, I sit on the toilet and she sucks our combined juices from my dick. Fuck! It feels as if she's sucking my soul from my body.

We pull our clothes up and Whitney tries in vain to fix her hair. "Wow, if that isn't owning my pussy I don't know what is."

Just what you wanted, huh? Or was it just what you needed? "Yes, exactly what I needed and wanted."

As we leave the restroom and make our way back to the bar, Jamie greets us and she has not gone without a drink or two. "Holy shit, could you two have been any more obvious?!" Geez, this woman is one of those super happy when drinking types. As Jamie tries to pull Whitney to the dancefloor, she tells her that she'll join her shortly and with that, we grab a couple seats at the bar.

"Well that was intense, I'd dare say amazing."

I wouldn't call it amazing. With a crushed look of defeat, Whitney asks what did she do wrong, what could she do to make it better? Absolutely nothing, it's I who has something to improve. Whitney, I need to taste you. I want your essence to cover my face. When can I see you again?

"How far is your place? This was our appetizer and I'm even more hungry now." After convincing Jamie to catch an Uber, we're on the road to my place.

04/22/21

It's just after midnight when we arrive at my loft. Whitney heads upstairs and I grab some bottled water and join her. Heading up the stairs and there's a trail of clothing, shoes and a sexy bra leading me to my unfinished business. Whitney stands naked in front of the window and watches the nearly empty streets.

"Nice place, impressive views."

Oh yeah? It's pitch black, not much to see.

"I can see the park and what looks like a few drunk patrons leaving the bar up the street."

Yeah, that's visible but I have something else you could see.

"I know you do and I really want to see it."

No, let me show you something spiritual. I can help you see god. With a look that's both curious and a bit fearful, Whitney walks my way.

Taking her in visually is a treat upon treats. Long track star legs, perfectly pink erect nipples and a mischievous look that knows that what may happen next could be painful but it will definitely be worth it.

"Ok spirit man, I'm ready for this viewing of god." I step forward and kiss her forehead, lightly tracing my fingertips along her ribcage. She shudders, slowly tilts her head back and I push her to the bed with a firm shove. With an initial look of shock on her face, I give a laugh and ask if I scared her.

"Everything about you, this night and everything scares me."

No need to be frightened, little one. The only thing that should scare you is the knowledge that everything that you thought was pleasure before me will just be bland from now on. With that, Whitney throws the comforter off the bed and says, good, I'm counting on it. I lower myself over her body and kiss her top lip. I kiss her bottom lip. I slide down and caress her breasts before taking them in my mouth and playfully holding her nipples between her teeth. She squirms beneath me and her torso is covered in goosebumps. I slide my body to her hips and lightly kiss her waist, from left to right and back again. I take her left leg and bring it to my shoulder. I kiss her inner thigh and lick and suck her well toned leg. Moans of satisfaction escape her mouth and her body trembles as if she's being shocked. I take her right leg and offer the same attention to it. She wants my mouth on her fat pussy lips so bad, she begins to guide my head to her most sacred spot. But no, I am an artist and no one rushes me through my masterpiece. I lightly kiss just above her clit and I can feel the shockwave of energy as she flinches a bit. I breathe in her scent, her scent that still oozes parts of me out of her. I suck the area between her pussy and her thighs and again she tries to guide my head to her dripping pussy. I pull back slightly and slide two fingers inside her with the greatest of ease. Her back arches as she sucks in air hard. I work my fingers inside her slow, deep and firm. Before long my hand is slick, covered in a mixture of our fluids and I insert a third finger.

Whitney has the sheets firmly in her fists as she works her hips while I finger fuck her. Before she reaches her climax, I pull my hand away and View her beautiful body, the beautiful mess that is our mixture. I push her legs apart and lower my head between them. Her soft warm hands are on my shaved head as I kiss her outer lips, kiss her inner lips. I lick the sides of her very wet pussy, I suck every side, I fuck her with my tongue. Because I live to give this pleasure, I moan in amazement at her body's reaction to my lips and tongue. Whitney pants and has to work to catch her breath. She doesn't see it but there's a smirk on my face. She's about to have a truly religious experience. I kiss her clit and the first of many "oh my god" screams escapes her mouth. The blessing of having full large lips can best be experienced when those lips are wrapped around a clit and sucking. With practice you will learn to use your tongue and gently lick up, down, side to side, clockwise, counterclockwise and finally, flatten your tongue against the clit and with firm pressure, move your tongue in a circular motion. This is the treatment that I offer. Like a drug dealer with the strongest most potent product on the market and I'm the only one with this particular product. Whitney squirms, her back arches, her hips press into the bed, she curses like a mad woman and she has no control of the tremors that her body gives. Sucking, licking, kissing her perfect pussy, her nectar and our juices cover my face. My beard is the recipient of many Whitney showers and I gladly offer my face to receive her joyous release. I grab her thighs and pull her into my mouth even more. I suck, I lick, I moan and the moans trigger something in Whitney and she unleashes a torrential shower and a bedroom shaking orgasm that I'm sure woke a few neighbors.

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