Couples of South Pointe Lake

23. South Pointe after Dark

South Pointe is a tight-knit community with a population of 216, from the previous census report, which also included children.  The number is projected to triple that in the forthcoming years, including the number of residential homes.  The residents were a predominant liberal/independent mindset.  They looked out for one another, and they unconsciously tried to steer clear of each other’s personal lives, even though that wasn’t usually the case in a suburban neighborhood.  

Later that night, around the same time that Bella began rolling a blunt fashioned out of her dumb husband’s stash of weed, a dark figure wearing a hooded jacket and sweatpants strolled purposefully toward the Moss residence on Cinnamon Drive.  One or two people were out walking their dogs, though neither took notice of the hooded individual.  If even they had, nobody would have bothered about who the figure was or his intention.  He came to a stop at Moss’s front door and pressed the doorbell and waited.  The door opened a minute later to reveal Ollie in his bathrobe and slippers; he didn’t look like someone who had just gotten up from bed.  He allowed the figure into his home and shut the door.

“Thank you for coming,” Ollie said with what amounted to benevolence in his voice.  “It’s always an honor having you in our home, Master.”

Olu Shango lowered the hood from his head.  “No time for niceties, white boy.  Take me to your Mistress.”

The lights in the house were off, except for that which lit the vestibule and stairways.  Ollie led the way up the stairs, down a wide corridor to the main bedroom where his wife was waiting.  Yemi had informed Hanna before leaving the party that Shango visit her after midnight and be ready for him.  By that, she meant for Hanna to be looking appreciable for him.

“Honey,” Ollie announced as he opened the bedroom door like an MC introducing a rock star to an event,  “our Master is here.”

The bedroom was empty, but there was a stream of light pouring from the bathroom doorway.  Hanna strolled into the room wearing elastic miniskirt lingerie complete with garters and a pair of high heels.  Ollie sucked in his lips as he admired her figure.  He had ordered the outfit as a surprise gift weeks ago, and this was her first time wearing it.  Who better to break her in it than her Black Master.  Olu Shango swelled with pride at what he saw.

“My God, honey,” Ollie gasped.  

“Do you like it, Master?” Hanna strutted toward Olu and spun around for him to get a better view of her.  “Does it make me look hot?”

“Hot and sexy as f**k,” Olu agreed.

Hanna turned with her back toward him and bent forward to touch her toes.  The lingerie exposed her bare bottom pressed against his hard-on in his sweatpants.  “I can’t wait for you to f**k me in it,” she cooed.

“No point in us wasting time then.”

Olu unzipped his jacket and let it drop to his feet.  He pushed down his sweatpants to reveal his massive erection.  Olu held Hanna by her hips and slapped his p***s against her butt, spurting off droplets of pre-c*m.  This elicited a chuckling fit from Hanna who busily twerked her rump against his crotch.  Olu led her to the bed, where he then pushed her lingerie up her butt and inserted his prick between her ass cheeks.  Hanna reached both hands behind to spread her butt for him.  She gave a loud yelp and jerked forward as he slid into her p***y; Olu grabbed her tight and kept on feeding his girth inch after inch into her cunt.  Hanna’s face contorted into a grimace as she suddenly began panting from the exertion.

Ollie stood behind them, amazed at what Master Shango was doing to his wife.  Hanna’s legs shook as if she was convulsing on the bed.  She could do nothing except take the brute force her Black Master was giving to her.  Olu Shango was an expert in breaking into the minds of horny married women and molding them into his desired sexualized form.  Ollie had observed him in action many times, even to wives he’d just met.  His aura was both seductive and magnetic.  To see him work his magic on Hanna the first time back in Nigeria had been like a dream come through.  Always the experience appeared refreshingly new to him, regardless of the number of times Shango had screwed her.

Olu turned to him and said: “Shouldn’t you be in costume, white boy?”

Ollie didn’t grasp what he meant at first, then it dawned on him, and he went scavenging in the closet until he found what he was looking for.  It was an exotic outfit of his that comprised of a purple-lined corset and garter belt.  He pulled out a recessed cabinet that contained other feminine hardware and took out a blonde wig and a pink rubberized anal plug.  The anal plug had been Hanna’s gift to him after he presented her with the lingerie. 

Ollie gathered everything in his arms and went into the bathroom, but didn’t shut the door.  He wanted to hear every breath of Hanna’s whimpering cries, including the sound of Shango f*****g her hard while he loosened his robe,  then set about wearing the corset.  Each minute was egregious for Ollie as he struggled first with clipping the corset in front of him.  He sucked and held in his breath as he managed to squeeze his torso, including his gut, into the corset before successfully pushing it around to his back.  He settled on the toilet seat for the next hurdle, then slipped the garter stockings one after the other up his meaty thighs.  This took more exertion from him to lift his foot off the ground.  Ollie’s hands were sweaty, and he was gasping hard by the time he finished; he reminded himself for the hundredth time that he seriously needed to cut down on his drinking.  He came to his feet, satisfied with his new outlook.  The only items left out were a pair of female sandals, plus some makeup to complete the picture.  He wore the blonde wig and admired himself in the vanity mirror behind the door.  Ollie looked clownishly ridiculous; he definitely would give that crazed Batman villain, the Joker, a run for his money were he ever to turn stir crazy.  But he did like the outfit.  Ollie reckoned that he could strut across the highways at night to sell ass if he wanted.  One way or another, in this outfit, he was bound to accosted by desperate men who won’t be too upset finding out that he wasn’t a female hitch-hiking for free rides.  How would people view him if they got to know how rich he was to want to stoop to the level of him blowing strangers in dark alleyways and behind dumpsters, while at home Hanna would be having the best s*x ever f*****g Olu Shango and any other bull he might send her way.  He wondered what Steve-O might think if ever he presented himself like this to him someday.

“Get your ass out here, sissy,” Shango barked.

“Almost there, Master,” Ollie answered back.

Ollie opened the medicine cabinet to a separate slot from the toothbrushes and other medicinal paraphernalia, where there were two different pairs of chastity cages.  One cage pair was stainless steel, while the was plastic and colored pink; Ollie preferred the stainless steel.  He inserted his p***s into its narrow entryway, then turned the lock that came with a tiny padlock attached to it.  The key would remain in the cabinet as he won’t be needing it until Shango concludes f*****g Hanna for the night.  Ollie adjusted his wig once more before returning to the bedroom.

Shango was at the moment eating Hanna’s p***y from behind.  Ollie gathered Shango’s clothes from the floor and put them in the closet, then kneel beside the bed, which was his dutiful position during such occasions.  He fondled Hanna’s t**s while his other hand cradled his chastity-locked p***s in his hand.  Shango climbed onto the bed and resumed from where he had left off.  Ollie caressed his wife’s arms and gave her small pep talks to calm her down while she submitted to her Master’s pounding.  He loved the way her body came alive each time Shango f****d her.  What woman won’t love to be dominated by a black god like him?  

Hanna buried her face in the sheets to lower her screams.  Shango grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, and pressed his bulk down on her.  When that wasn’t enough, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head off the bed while still maintaining his tempo.  Hanna’s mouth hung open while she gasped her frenzied lust.  Olu was gasping harder, too.  He switched pace and began giving her slow, lengthy strokes before eventually pulling out of her.  Hanna collapsed on the bed, gasping from the relief.  

Olu turned toward Ollie, who knew what was expected of him.  He stroked his Black Master’s c**k, and proceeded to suck his shaft clean for him.  His hands caressed Olu’s testicles, and he then applied his mouth to them after he finished with his c**k.

“All right, sissy boy,” Olu tapped Ollie’s arm but then pushing him away.  “That will do for now.  Least you get to be too greedy.”  

Ollie apologized before returning to his former stance beside the bed; he took care to adjust his wig as well.  Hanna made room for Shango to lie beside her, and then she sucked his c**k, before mounting him.  Ollie held his breath as he watched her impale herself on Shango’s d**k.  The resounding cry she gave was enough to unleash goosebumps on his arm.  Ollie’s eyes stayed glued to the sight with pleasure.  It was unfortunate that with his p***s imprisoned in its cage, he couldn’t masturbate as he watched them.  No matter, he would have plenty of time later after they finish.

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Hours later, Olu Shango left Moss’s mansion through the back door.  He didn’t want to risk being spotted or observed by any patrolling squad cars that cruised the neighborhood.  He wore back his hood as he cut through the bushes into several back homes along Cinnamon Drive.  He heard a dog come alive with wild barks but didn’t stop until he came out onto the opposite street.  Olu acquired his route and dug his hands into his pockets as he shuffled toward his home. He didn’t encounter anyone walking about on the way.  A blustery wind blew against him, ruffling the tree branches above his head, but aside from that, all was quiet.  

He passed through his compound's narrow gate, and quickened his steps to his front door and let himself inside.  The house was quiet and dark.  Yemi was likely upstairs asleep; he had told her not to wait up for him.  Shango took down his hood as he went to get himself a glass of water in the kitchen.  He was in the middle of his second glass when the lights came on, and he turned and saw Yemi at the doorway in her camisole.  Shango finished his water then rinsed the glass before putting it away.

“I thought you’d be asleep already,” he said.

“I should have.  But it’s hard falling asleep when you’re alone.”

“You should have at least tried.  I told you not to wait up for me.”

“How could you expect that I’d say yes to that?  I wanted to know when you’d return, if you would.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?  I did return, did I not?” he said irritably.  

“I needed to be certain,” she said emphatically.  “I needed to make sure you haven’t all but forgotten about me.”

Olu caught the worried tone in her voice.  It swept aside his anger and got him to mellow out and apply genuine tenderness to his voice as he went to embrace her.  “Why would you even dare to consider that, eh?  For f**k’s sake, you’re my woman.  You’re my only queen.  I’d never desert you, never like this.”

“A queen has got to know what her king is up and doing, even when she ain’t around.”

Olu tilted her face upward to look at him, then kissed her.  “You and I go a long way, Yemi.  You know me better than even I know myself.  I won’t be half the man that I am today if it weren’t for you.”

It was her turn to seem irritant and peevish.  “So you’ve told me time after time before.  Always when it comes to moments like this.”

“You think I don’t mean what I say?”

“Oh, I know you mean them, all right.  But sometimes it pays to not only hear but to see how bad you mean it.”

“I do mean it,” Shango enunciated each word, ending it with a kiss.  “What we’re doing isn’t going to change anything about how I feel about you.  As much as a part of me hates it, I know it’s all for the better.”

“You mean you aren’t that upset about you’ve got coming to the Millers?”

He shook his head.  “This might sound kinda cold coming from me, and I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but in this situation, the end justifies the means.  You’ve got to do what you have to do, likewise with me.  We don’t need to like everything about it.  As long as we’re together, we can accomplish anything.  How about you, Yemi?  Are you cool with that?”

“If you’d asked me that an hour ago, I might have said f**k no.  But now you’ve put it so eloquently, my answer is f**k yeah.”  She smiled and kissed him with more passion.  “Did that b***h Rosa feed you after you got done f*****g her silly?”

Olu stopped to recall the feel and taste of Hanna’s p***y he had enjoyed a half-hour ago.  “Yeah, she fed me something great.”

“That’s good to know.  Obviously, you’ve got plenty of strength in you to share.”  She unzipped his jacket and pushed it open.  “You’ve kept me horny all night with nothing to play with, waiting for your ass to return to me.  Those bitches aren’t going to have all the fun while I stay home empty.”

“Come on, Yemi.  This brother’s tired and needs to catch himself some sleep,” he protested.  “It’s going to be light in a few hours from now.”

“Well, then that makes it even better.  That’s plenty of reason for you not to waste any more time talking.”  Yemi tugged at the hem of his sweat pants and shoved it down his hips to free his erection, which stood at half-mast.  Yemi groaned with disappointment.  “Look at that.  And to think that you’d be hard the instant you saw me.”

Yemi yanked at his p***s as if wanting to wrench it off his crotch, then fell to her knees and proceeded to fellate him.  Within seconds of her applying her hand and lips to his c**k, he achieved a quick erection.  Yemi massaged his nut-sac while deep-throating him, rolling her head side to side, in the manner he loved.  Shango rested his hand against the wall to prevent his knees from buckling under him.  Yemi had that magic tongue that knew how to make him beg for mercy.  She went on sucking him so good that he was almost certain that the room was spinning before his eyes.  He reached for her arm to pull her upright, but Yemi swatted his hand away as she was so committed to her foreplay.  Shango had no choice but to yank her by her hair, to which she howled, then came to her feet.

“You want us to do it here, or upstairs?” he asked.

“How about we get started here,” Yemi suggested while still pulling at his c**k.  “If it gets so good, then we can move things upstairs.  How does that sound, my king?”

Shango laughed.  “My queen has spoken, and it’s my duty to obey.”

Yemi rid herself of her camisole,  then turned around and bent forward to grab at the wall while offering her behind to Shango.  “Give me that black d**k of yours right now before I change my mind,” she said.

Shango spat into his hand and rubbed saliva on the tip of his p***s before shifting forward to slide his c**k between her ass cheeks.  Yemi felt his bulk push against her as she grunted in response to him entering her.  She wiggled her hips from side to side to grant him a better entry room while pushing her butt against him, taking more of his c**k than he expected.  Yemi didn’t stop until he was halfway inside her.  She pulled herself upright and reached over her shoulder to caress his face.  Shango wrapped his arms around her, grunting into her ear as their bodies began clashing with exciting force.  Yemi exhaled a sharp cry and tensed as he went on ramming into her cunt.  He kissed her shoulders, and continued to her neck and chin; Yemi turned her face sideways to offer him her lips while still taking his d**k.  Unlike his slaves, she made little to almost less whimpering cries from taking his girth.  His size was something she had long acclimatized herself to enjoy.    

Shango racked his teeth against her shoulder. 

Yemi groaned louder; she scratched his arm hard even as Olu didn’t let off his grip around her abdomen.

He stopped to grind his pelvis against her buttock, impaling her with every inch of his rod.  Yemi’s gasps went a higher octave, and her arms went backward to grip his arms.  Olu wrapped his arms around her waists and proceeded to f**k her while standing.  He loved the sight of her mound of flesh bounce back each time he slammed into her harder.  It was a struggling dance between them.  Yemi reached between her legs to grab his pair of balls.  Olu groaned from the exquisite warmth of her p***y creaming over his shaft.  The inevitable moment occurred, and Yemi fell to her knees before him and drained his nuts-sac down her throat.