Arabia Toll
“Mmmm yeah eat my ass just like that Darius.” I opened my ass cheeks wider for him while I sat on his face.
Darius tongue was wet and he went to town to do one of the things he did best. A while later I found myself falling forward and putting my pussy on his mouth.
I squeezed his thighs tight as I came in his mouth.
He flipped my petite body until I was right side up and in his face.
We started kissing and my wetness grinded against his hardness.
“Uhhh, ride me Arabia, ride me good.” He groaned out.
I sat up and did what he said, my head went back and he grabbed my tits. I could feel my long hair brushing my ass. Darius pinched my nipples hard like I like and I rode him faster.
“You’re gonna make me cum in you. Keep going.”
“Yes. Yes! Come inside of me Darius! Yes!”
He had both of his arms around me with my face in his neck. Darius was pumping me fast until we both came. I slowly moved my hips in a circle as we relaxed.
“I love you Arabia, you’re the only woman for me.” He disclosed while I lay naked on his arm.
I looked at him with my chin on his chest then I said, “I love you too and soon we will be together. Promise.” I kissed his lips then got out of his bed.
“I hate when we have to be apart.” He said the same thing he always did when our time ended.
The Kleenex next to his bed was convenient for me to clean up.
When I tossed the three tissues in his bedroom garbage I started getting dressed.
I wore a long sleeve sweater, dress, and tall heel boots.
My long hair was bone straight in a middle part.
Darius just watched me like I was the best thing in his life.
When I finished, I leaned down and kissed him.
“You need to clean up before your parents get home.”
He grabbed my neck and kissed me again then he asked, “Will you be at my game on Tuesday?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Another kiss was shared then I left out of his bedroom.
It was almost five in the evening, and I was on good timing. I still had enough room to pick up dinner and make it home before Keanu. If I had it my way, I could spend more time with Darius but only to fuck.
It was true, I did love him, but he was about to start a whole new life in June. He graduated from high school and will be off on a football scholarship at Alabama State. We talked about making it work but I knew what was to come.
I would let him go on thinking that I would faithfully wait. Darius looked like a young Shemar Moore, and I knew he would be sleeping with half the girls on campus. While he did that, I would find me another senior to make mine.
My job as a high school teacher in Birmingham, Michigan made that easy. Not to mention I was drop dead gorgeous from head to toe. My awful mother and even worse father at least did good by me in the genes department.
Aside from mother getting Alzheimer’s disease last year and father dying three years back.
They both were crappy parents to me and my sister Aliana.
They took care of us and gave us everything, but father worked to much and mother was a cheating whore.
I remember when I saw here and our neighbor’s son, Dylan, having sex in our garage.
He was sixteen and used to babysit me and Aliana when our parents had charity functions to attend. When I saw them, I never told anyone. From then on, every Monday and Wednesday afternoon they would go into the garage.
I would watch until one day he saw me but instead of stopping he put his index finger to his mouth and finished. I ran back to my room and after that, I never watched them again. I do not know how long they continued, I’d guess until Dylan left for school.
A year later, we moved into a bigger house because father got a promotion. Anyway, I had always been a looker, and men were easy to come across. When Alina first introduced me to Keanu I wanted him. He did not take the bait first, but Aliana got brain cancer. The first took a lot out of her.
First her hair left, then she started losing weight and their sex life disappeared. I loved my sister very much and did not want her to die. But there was nothing any of us could do to stop her destiny. I came around to help Keanu with Dallas and in no time, I was helping him cum in my mouth.
Aliana was getting worse and moved to the best hospice hospital in Atlanta.
When she died, I quit my elementary job here in Michigan in the beginning of 2009 and moved to Atlanta.
Keanu wanted me too, he said he was tired of me coming back and forth.
I did not want to quit my job at all, but I had no choice.
I stayed in Atlanta until 2014 then we finally moved back to Michigan. After we settled, I got my new job teaching high school like I had in Atlanta. That way I could feed my craving of 12th grade stallion dick easily. I just hated that I was so far from where I lived previously.
But I made a new life and things were perfect. Except Dallas, my niece did not respect or trust me at all. I loved her and wanted her to look at me like a mother. I know she misses Aliana, but she was gone and I was here. Keanu tried his best to make us a family, but she fought tooth and nail.
We were both getting tired of her attitude and behavior. It was to the point that I agreed with him when it came to cutting her off for a while. Until she called me mom and realized that I was here to stay. She was bringing home her new boyfriend, and I talked to Keanu already.
I needed him to be on his best behavior and accept him with open arms. That would make it easy for Dallas to finally behave. I stopped at Keanu’s and I’s favorite restaurant, 220 Merrill, to get our dinner. Our usual was truffle fries, miso roasted seabass and crab cakes.
Cooking was something I never did and never planned on learning to do.
Sometimes we had a cook, or we would order out like now.
When I paid for our food I, I got back to my car then drove home.
Keanu being a jewel thief made us have a good life.
Luxurious homes, cars, first-class trips, and nice clothes.
“Celia, is Keanu home?” I asked our maid as she took the food to the kitchen when I got home.
“He is not here yet mam.”
I took my phone out of my purse and called him. He did not answer so I called three more times and it was the same. I may be a hypocrite, but I became envious when I thought of him being with another woman. My taste in men was an addiction that I had to have.
It was physically impossible for Keanu to scratch my itch.
But he has no reason at all to step out on me.
I was everything any man could ever want.
With my hand on my hip and my phone in my other hand.
I went to the tracker app that I had the private investigator put on both of Keanu’s cars.
One was in the garage so that meant he was in his BMW.
“This sleezy asshole!” I marched out of the kitchen when I saw where he was.
Grabbing my purse, car keys, and coat I stormed out of the house. He was at Story’s apartment building. When I first had a feeling that he was cheating I dismissed it until two months ago. His mood was different, he was more irritable, so I hired a private investigator.
Turns out, he was cheating with a young bimbo. Story Macallister, she was beautiful and my envy grew more than it ever had. I planned on killing her, but my mind changed when I saw the fire she had in her.
But I gave her a warning, and I thought she was smart. Apparently, I was wrong. The gate to her apartment must have been malfunctioning because it was open when I arrived. I looked at the app on my phone to make sure I was not in sight of Keanu’s car.
I found a good parking space and got out. Making sure I was hiding, I saw that he wasn’t in his car. I went to my text messages and saw the investigator texting me Story’s apartment number. I walked inside and decided to take the stairs to her apartment on the second floor.
I stopped when I saw Keanu in front of her door. He had a small tool in his hand. In seconds, he was inside. Luck was on my team because right when I was about to move, Story walked up the stairs.
She was on the phone laughing when she went inside and closed the door. I rushed to the door and pressed my ear to it. All I could hear was Story on the phone. Keanu must be hiding. I needed to get inside but had no clue how.
In half an hour I heard a noise then a bang. I did not know what was going on until the door opened. Keanu and I were face to face. I pushed him back inside and closed the door.
“What did you do?” I questioned him because he looked disheveled, sweating and out of breath.
He was stunned to see me.
“When you arrived at the second home that you told me you rented out to a family. I was there instead of Story, and you were shocked. I told you that I warned her to leave you alone.
You swore to me that you would never step out on me again. I track you here, breaking into her apartment. What happened Keanu? You know what, move.” I rushed past him before he could stop me.
Story was out cold on the floor with a cut on the side of her head.
Screaming would cause more attention, so I covered my mouth. Keanu ran in and turned me around.
“I broke in because she had some dirt on me in her phone. It was a conversation she recorded of me on the phone handling business. Story tried to tell the police, so I planned to steal her phone. But she woke up, we started fighting and I hit her head against the wall. We need to leave.”
I started to do so but I refused. No, we need to take her with us.
“What? Arabia we can’t do that.” He fought against it.
“We can and we will. She is not dead and when she wakes up what do you think will be the first thing she’ll do? Call the cops. Pick her up and go down the stairs. My car is closer to the door and it’s dark.” I gave him my car keys.