Sins of a Siren (22 page)

“Oh my bad. I'm going to have to do a better job because I definitely want a good tip.” He ripped his eyes off Lollie's womanly goodies, picked up the bottle and refreshed all their drinks.

After the first two shots, Trenda and Walter were plenty buzzed after the sake they'd had with dinner. Lollie downed a third shot and her buzz was evident. She rose from her seat, picked up the TV remote and turned up the volume. “Ohhh, I love this song!” she said while bouncing to the sound of, ‘Sexy Motherfucker' by Prince. She tossed the remote to the captivated Walter as she went to the middle of the floor and danced.

Trenda's eyes bounced in unison with Lollie's tits. She smiled and got up. “That song still sounds good as hell!” She clapped and danced her way over to Lollie and joined her dance.

Walter looked as though he'd just entered his private suite in Heaven. He leaned forward on the sofa with the largest smile known to mankind on his face. He pursed his lips, furrowed his eyebrows and inhaled with pleasure at the sight of Trenda's bare leg as it emerged from the split in her dress.

While in the midst of a Prince triple play, the music station immediately mixed in Prince's song, “Soft and wet.” Lollie and Trenda howled with delight. Lollie watched as Trenda broke it down, shaking and wiggling her body as she crouched inches above the floor. Lollie tossed her hair back and grinned. “I'm gonna show you how we do it ‘Oakland style.'” Lollie pulled her skirt up just below her crotch, giving both Trenda and Walter a glimpse of her black thong, as she wiggled her way to her knees. Once there, she bent backward until the back of her head touched the floor, putting all the business under her skirt on display.

Walter jumped off the sofa and clapped furiously. “God Daaaaaaaayum! You sure you didn't break your back?”

She eased up onto her knees, still moving to the music and smiled. “It takes a whole lot more than that to break
my
back.”

Trenda's nipples rose like Walter's dick. “I see you talk a gang of shit with a lil' alcohol in you.”

Lollie laughed and hitched up the spaghetti-strap of her skirt, which had fallen over her shoulder. Her nipples were as excited as Trenda's. “Hey, don't let my smooth taste fool ya!”

Trenda looked at Walter and saw a broomstick growing down the leg of his light-gray slacks. He looked like a kid that had been given keys to Santa's toyshop. She bounced her way over to the table to the sound of “Lady Cabdriver.” She took Walter's hand. “C'mon, birthday boy. It's your turn to show us what you got.”

He hesitated. “I don't dance. Besides, I'm having a
great
time just watching you two.”

Lollie smiled, shook her head and took his other hand. “I ain't tryin' to hear that tonight! You better get your butt over here.”

With Pleasure in one hand and Delight in the other, he was powerless. He allowed them to situate him between them in front of the coffee table. Trenda picked up the remote and increased the volume as “Short but Funky,” by Rapper “Too Short” fueled the groove. Walter bobbed his head as the women danced seductively in front of and behind him. Trenda worked her way behind him, wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her body against him while rubbing his chest. She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear. “Loosen up…it's party time.”

He smiled as Lollie worked herself over and jiggled her body inches from his. “Okay!”

Lollie locked her eyes on his, smiled, then spun around and placed her firm, round ass directly on his ultra-hard dick and ground on it. Trenda lowered her hands, took his hands and placed them on Lollie's waist. “If you gonna ride, you better hold on, cowboy!”

Lollie tossed her hair back and yelled, “Yeeee-haw!”

Walter got with the program. He wrapped his arms all the way around Lollie's small waist and rode her ass like the Lone Ranger.
Trenda chuckled behind his back.
Now this is my kinda party!
She unbuttoned his shirt while rubbing her body against his from behind. She watched Lollie bend over and touch her toes as Walter held fast and enjoyed. Trenda's heated up. She pulled Walter's shirt off his shoulder and kissed it repeatedly. He took one hand off Lollie, reached behind and put his hand under the split in Trenda's dress. His fingers found a pleasant, wet, bald surprise. She licked his shoulder. “Mmmmmm, that's what I'm talkin' about.”

The song changed from Too Short to “Saturday Love” by Alexander O'Neal and Cherelle. Lollie, feeling the heat behind her, turned around and faced Walter. He eased his hand out of Trenda's pussy and put it back on Lollie's hip. Lollie looked over his shoulder at Trenda. Trenda winked at Lollie letting her know everything is good.
I know you two are sprung as hell on each other.
Trenda then let go of Walter, walked up behind Lollie and danced up against her. She then whispered in Lollie's ear, “Go for it, girl…He ain't my man.”

Walter smiled and pulled Lollie closer, then looked from one to the other. “What are you two up to?”

Lollie put her arms around his neck and grinned. “Nothing.”

Trenda grinned like a mischievous imp. “She might not be up to nothin', but I am definitely up to something.” She pulled down one of Lollie's shoulder straps and then the other. That was the first time Trenda had seen Walter truly shocked. He took a step back as Trenda placed her hands on Lollie's tits. Trenda felt Lollie tense up for a second, then relax as Trenda rubbed her hard nipples under the pink fabric. Trenda looked into Walter's shocked and lust-filled face. “Don't you want a taste of these?”

He was tongue-tied. “I, uhhh…hmmm…”

Trenda uncovered Lollie's chocolate breasts. She read the caution and lust in his eyes. She smiled and reassured him all was good. “I think you do…”

Lollie covered her love bags with her arms out of reflex, then slowly let her arms fall. She looked at Walter through the half-closed eyes of a horny freak. “You like?”

Trenda took Walter's arm and helped him out of his shirt. He took both hands and cupped Lollie's right breast. “Yes…I like a whole lot.” He lowered his head and suckled her black, erect nipple.

Trenda rubbed her own twins as she watched Lollie lean her head back and enjoy Walter's sucking. Trenda went to the table, poured a shot of Patron and picked up the glass. She poured half the shot in her mouth, walked over to Lollie, took her by the hair and pressed her lips to Lollie's. Lollie resisted at first, then caved in and opened her mouth. Trenda let the half-shot of Patron run from her mouth into Lollie's. Lollie greedily swallowed it down and sucked the remainder off Trenda's tongue. Trenda unlocked lips with Lollie and poured the rest of the shot into her mouth, and repeated her trick on Walter. He, too, accepted the drink and licked the inside of her mouth clean. She smiled, grabbed Lollie's left breast and offered it to Walter. “This one needs some attention now.”

Both Walter and Lollie moaned in unison as he went to work on her tits. Trenda enjoyed her roll as the sexual orchestrator. She refilled the shot glass and poured a trickle on Lollie's areola, which Walter eagerly cleaned up with his tongue. Walter licked the last few drops of tequila off Lollie's nipples, then kissed his way up to her neck. Trenda walked up behind Lollie, reached around and caressed her tits. She purred like a satisfied kitty as Walter and Trenda worked on her.

Trenda watched Walter grab a handful of Lollie's hair, lean her head back and kiss her full lips. As they tongue-wrestled, Trenda moved around, undid Walter's pants, and let them fall to the floor. She rubbed the bulge in his burgundy, Michael Jordan-endorsed,
boxer-briefs as he stepped out of his trousers. She gripped Lollie's ass while massaging Walter's tool.
Mmmmmm, it's time for business.
She moved behind Lollie and eased her skirt down her smooth thighs, to the floor. She took both of them by the hand and led them to the bedroom. “Time for you to open your presents, birthday boy.”

B
y the time Trenda turned on the small lamp o the desk across from the bed, Walter and Lollie stood next to the bed, completely nude, trying to suck the taste out of each other's mouths. Trenda's pussy perspired at the sight.
They look good together…
“Mmmm, I want some of that…” She walked over, eased between them and they engaged in a three-way tongue fest.

Walter put one finger in Trenda's bald snatch and another finger in Lollie's hairy cat. They wriggled and wet his digits while rubbing each other's tits. He inserted a second finger into each vagina. “Mmmm, my favorite; wall-to-wall pussy.”

Trenda slid off his fingers, leaned him back on the bed and stood next to the bed looking down at him. His dick looked like a black Washington Monument. She grabbed the swollen head and stroked it slowly. She turned to Lollie who watched as she rubbed her pink clit. “C'mon…suck it. I see your mouth waterin' for it.”

Lollie grinned, got on her knees between Walter's legs, swept her hair back and kissed the tip of his penis. Walter's toes gripped the thick carpet as Lollie slowly took him into her wet mouth. Trenda watched his eyes roll back with pleasure. The slurping sound of Lollie's suction increased Trenda's heat. She peeled off her dress, let it fall to the floor and crawled into the bed. Lollie stopped sucking and jerked him slowly. “You want some of this?”

Trenda shook her head. “Not yet…you keep doin' what you doin'.”

Walter opened his eyes to the sight of Trenda tossing her leg over his face. Her pink pussy looked down at him. “Oh yeah! Feed me, baby.”

Lollie licked her lips as Trenda placed her pussy on Walter's mouth and soaked his moustache. Lollie gripped his dick tighter as she stroked him. “Oh, shit! That looks sexy as fuck!”

Trenda looked over her shoulder at Lollie and smiled. “Get back to work on that dick.” Walter ate Trenda's pussy like a lesbian. His tongue tickled and teased her clit while Lollie sucked the meat off his dick. Trenda had multiple orgasms in and on his mouth. She sensed Walter getting close to busting a nut and hopped off of him. She looked into his wet face. “Not yet, baby.”

He tried to speak, but Lollie's magnificent head turned his words into unintelligible mumbles. Trenda eased Lollie off the dick. “Enough suckin'; time for fuckin'.” She stepped back and watched Lollie straddle his pole, take hold of it and gobble it up with her wet wonderland. Trenda watched Walter simultaneously try to knock a hole in Lollie's uterus as she tried to break his dick off at the root.
Now that's what I call fuckin'.
Lollie slowed down and teased his dickhead with her swollen pussy lips, giving Trenda the opportunity to join in the action.

Trenda worked her way to Walter's balls and sucked his cum-heavy nut sac. Walter yelled with ecstasy overload. “Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

Lollie rubbed his meat-helmet against her wet, wet clit. “I am… gonna…mmmmmm…gonna…cummmmmm…oh fuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!”

Trenda moved out of the way and rubbed Walter's balls, allowing Lollie to grind her way to a massive orgasm. Trenda read the unmistakable contortions in his face, signaling he was about to nut. He gripped Lollie's hips and thrust faster and harder. Trenda
massaged his balls faster.
Oh, yeah, here we go…
she felt Walter's legs stiffen, and heard Lollie shriek with delight, as he shot cum inside Lollie's hot hole. Overwhelmed with passion, Trenda slipped his ejaculating dick out of Lollie, sucked the last drops of semen out of his hose, and licked it clean. She then looked up, saw a few drops of white, creamy cum leaking out of Lollie's twat, and licked her lips.
Ahhhh, seconds!

T
he following morning, after three hours of sleep, Piper hopped out of the comfortable queen-sized bed in her suite, put on her glasses, picked up the handset of the phone on her nightstand and dialed.
You had better answer, asshole.

Three rings later, she heard, “Hank Martin, how can I help you?”

She let the golden rod-colored bedspread fall from her huge boobs. “This is Piper Langford. How are you, Hank?”

Her unusually chipper tone shocked him. “Hello, Ms. Langford. Good to hear from you. How are you?”

“I am wonderful. What do you have for me?”

She heard the volume of a radio talk show being turned down along with papers rustling in the background. “If you can give me a second…ahhh, here we go. I was able to track Ms. Fuqua up until approximately midnight last night where she entered the Hotel Oakland.”

Piper grabbed the complimentary ink pen and pad. “Do you have the address?”

“Sure do. It's 801 Broadway. Oh, by the way, she wasn't alone last night. Just thought I'd let you know.”

Piper squeezed the handset. Her tone shifted from pleasant to irritated in the space of a heartbeat. “That's not surprising. Do you know who the hell she was with?”

“According to the license plates of the vehicle they rode in, it belongs to Walter Secrease, the same gentleman who paid for the room.”

Piper squinted as a beam of morning sunlight sprung from between the gap in the reddish-brown drapes and bounced off her glasses. “I assumed that. What other fucking information did my money buy?”

Ten minutes later, Piper received an email containing a picture of Walter, a picture of his car, the plate number and the location of his Oakland funeral home. After getting what she wanted, she rudely hung up on Hank, walked over to the closet and put on her Hyatt hotel robe. Not until she stood and saw her face in the mirror, on the wall, over the desk, did she notice the tears running down her face. She removed her glasses and brushed them away. She saw a hallucinated image of Trenda laughing at her in the mirror. “Just wait, you bitch.”

She walked over to the desk and picked up her toiletry bag. Inside, she scrounged around until she came across a small bottle of Xanax pills. She popped the top and looked at the four remaining pills as she walked over to the bathroom sink.
God, I hate the taste of these nasty fucking pills
. She placed the bottle on the counter next to the sink.
The hell with this, I'm going to have room service bring me up a glass of orange juice to wash them down.
As she turned from the counter, the wide sleeve of her robe knocked the bottle of pills into the sink. “Oh fuck!” She watched the four peach-colored pills roll down the drain. She grabbed the empty bottle and hurled it across the room. She watched it harmlessly bounce off the drapes and roll under the desk.
The hell with it. I'll do without them for now. I have much more important business to take care of.