Unspeakable Proposal (7 page)

Life for Hope and John quickly returned to normal. Three months had passed since they returned from St. Croix.  Quanique was officially three months pregnant
and Hope was officially the happiest woman on the planet. Phase one of their plan was a complete success. Now it was time to execute phase two.

Hope
and Quanique had agreed to meet at Quanique’s OB/GYN Center to discuss their next move. Quanique was having a sonogram and Hope would get an opportunity to be there when the sex of the baby was revealed. Now, naturally, Hope felt a little bad about keeping this experience from John. Unfortunately, it was too early in the pregnancy to involve him.

Hope thought it was best to have Quanique reveal the pregnancy after the baby was born. She figured this would support the premise Quanique thought she could handle motherhood on her own, but was too overwhelmed to keep the baby. Quanique
would then show up to the Sabin’s front door with the baby and beg them to adopt it and relinquish all maternal rights and visitation privileges.

The plan was perfect. But like all well thought out, perfect plans,
the odds of failure increases exponentially when some idiot decides to deviate from the original plan.

“So, how have you been? You look good. You can’t even tell that you’re pregnant. Have you been exercising and eating right?” Hope asked as the Sonogram Technician tried to determine the sex of Quanique’s baby.

Quanique, who was completely captivated by the images of the life that was growing inside her womb, either didn’t hear her or chose to completely ignore her. Hope instantly picked up on the vibe something was amidst. So, she decided to dispense with the small talk and speak with Quanique over lunch.

“So right here if you look real close you can see a little
Yankee Doddle Dandy, so looks like you’re going to have a boy.” Barbara the technician pointed out.

“It’s a boy! Oh my God it’s a boy!” Hope exclaimed.

“I’m going to have a son?” Quanique asked amazed. “Are you sure?”

“You sure are! Have you picked out any boy names yet?”

“Yeah! John! His name will be John.” Hope blurted out without really even thinking.

For the first time since they entered the room Quanique made eye contact with Hope. Examining her with the precision of an electron microscope, she eyed her before addressing the tech. “No, actually, I don’t have a clue what I’m going to call him. I just assumed it was a girl. I’ll have to ask his dad what he wants to do.”

“Yeah! That’s probably a good idea. Men tend to get a little territorial when it comes to naming their son. Well, give me a minute and I’ll print you a picture of his son you can give to him.” Barbara smiled as she finished up the scan.

“Excuse me… Is there a public restroom on this floor? That last cup of coffee I drank has me running.” Hope interrupted.

“Oh sure… Just go right through that door and then down the hall on the left.”

“Thanks Barbara. Quanique I’ll wait for you in the waiting room.” Hope said as she gathered her coat and purse and headed for the door.

“Alright. I’ll be out in a few.” Quanique callously waved her off as she continued to stare at the sonogram screen. “So that fluttering right there… That’s the heart right?”

Hope could not stand to be in that room a second longer.
She bolted out the door like someone had unleashed a pack of bees in her anus. Running for the bathroom, sobbing all the way, she got as far away from Quanique as she could. Closing and locking the bathroom door behind her, she covered her mouth and screamed as loud as she could.  Suddenly becoming physically ill from the thought of her husband’s son in Quanique’s womb, she vomited violently into the toilet.

The reality of the situation hit her and slapped her as hard and as cold as the abdominal snowman’s dick. Quanique was seriously entertaining the thought of keeping their baby. A thousand things ran through Hope’s mind faster than the speed of light. She had no clue what to do.  Sure, they had a contract
but legally Quanique could fight it and win because she was the biological mother of the baby. Hope wasn’t sure what to do, but what she wanted to do was to go back in that sonogram room and stick her size eight and a half, five hundred dollar, six inch stiletto up Quanique’s two dollar whoring ass!

Quickly finding the dignity and strength
to somehow pull herself together, Hope washed her face, reapplied her makeup and went to the waiting room to meet Quanique. Fifteen minutes had elapsed and Quanique was all but patiently waiting for her.

“What took you so long? You must seriously have the bubble guts. You don’t look to
o good.”

Now, at this point Hope was less than a hot New York second from putting her fist in Quanique’s grill and she knew it. Fear of imprisonment for beating a pregnant bitch's ass was the only damn thing that stopped her from knocking Quanique the fuck out right in the doctor’s office! So, she chilled. 

“I have to go, so our lunch date is off. You and I need to talk, but not right now. I’ll have my assistant call and reschedule for early next week. That should give you sufficient time to strongly consider what you are doing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I understand your body is probably going through all types of changes and I’m sure you are probably just hormonal… So, I’m going to allow that little grand standing stunt you just pulled in there a while ago to slide this time. But the next time you put my husband’s name in your damn mouth in my presence I am going to slap it out! Don’t let the fucking Prada fool you! I will unleash a back woods, dirty south ass whipping on your fat little ass so quick you won’t even know what or who hit you! So, fuck with me again Quanique and see what happens!” Hope hissed in Quanique’s ear before abruptly leaving.

Quanique instantly felt the full chill of Hope’s unremitting wrath. The three blind mice could see Hope was fucking pissed to the Nth power. Quanique knew it was time to execute Plan B before she fell prey to Hope’s hatred and contempt.

The very next day the ambitious and lovely coed decided to pay an impromptu visit to
see her Baby Daddy. Dressed in a sexy form fitting dress with a dangerously low cleavage… No bra… And no panties… Quanique showed up unannounced at John’s law firm. Now her name wasn’t Buck or Chuck but it was pretty obvious she was there to fuck.

“Hi my name is Quanique Robinson. I was wondering if I could see Mr. John Sabin for the briefest of moments.”

The receptionist suspiciously eyed Quanique. Her mind screamed, “Hell no Trick!” But her mouth asked, “Do you have an appointment?”

“No, actually I don’t. I’m a good friend of his from out of town. He told me to look him up when I got to Charlotte. So here I am. I really just wanted to say hello, that’s all.”

“Well, without an appointment I really can’t help you. I can call his secretary. You can talk to her. I doubt if she can get you in with Mr. Sabin either. He’s the CEO of this firm and he’s an extremely difficult man to see. If it’s a legal matter, I can get you an appointment with one of our paralegals right away. But other than that I won’t be able to help you.”

“I understand. It’s just that he assured me it wouldn’t be a problem
to just stop by and ask for him. You’re right, I’m sure his schedule is just incredibly busy, so I’ll just speak to his secretary like you suggested.”

“I’m sure you will. Please have a seat over there. I’ll call her.” The receptionist responded as she continued to eye Quanique.

As fate would dictate, just as she picked up the phone to call John’s secretary, John walked through the lobby. It had been over three months since the last time Quanique saw him, but she recognized his incredible body and handsome face instantly. Dressed in a dark grey, custom tailored, Italian suit, he looked like hot sex walking. Quanique’s pussy immediately began to applaud his fineness.

“John!” She cried out and quickly walked towards him.

John heard his name and immediately stopped to see who was calling him.

“Miss! Please! You can’t just scream in the lobby like that!”
The receptionist said as she quickly came from behind her enormous desk to block Quanique’s path to John. “Now please have a seat over there while I try to help you.”

By this time John had spotted Quanique. “It’s okay Jennifer. I know her… Let her past.”

The big, burly black woman continued to eye Quanique with suspicion and contempt. She knew Quanique was up to no good, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. A sly, “And what Bitch!” smirk slowly crossed Quanique’s face as she pushed past the gate keeper and ran and jumped into John’s arms.

“Hey you!” She squealed as she hugged him tighter than tight before softly kissing his lips.

“Quanique! It’s good to see you! What are you doing here?” John asked shock as he pushed her away to get a good look at her. “Wow you look amazing! So, what are you up to?”

“I’m good! School’s good! Everything is
great! I was around the corner so I thought I’d stop in to say hello! I know you’re probably busy, but do you have a few seconds to chat?”

“Sure, sure, sure. Give me one second.” John turned to address the receptionist who was still standing there absorbing and recording the entire reunion in her memory bank. “Jennifer! Get Sharon on the phone for me and tell her I’m in the building, but I’m going to be delayed. Ask her to push back my next meeting for me. I’m going to need about fifteen minutes.”

Jennifer looked at Quanique and rolled her eyes before turning her focus back to her boss. “Anything you say Mr. Sabin.”

“Thanks. Come with me Quanique. I’ll find somewhere we can sit down and talk.”

“Okay!” Quanique beamed.

John led Quanique along a long corridor and into a small deserted office without a window. The second the door closed behind them Quanique made sure the door was locked. John’s eyes widened as the beautiful temptress pulled her dress off and allowed it to fall in a heap around her feet.

“Oh my D-A-Y-U-M!” John breathed before all the air vacated his lungs in one big sigh, leaving him speechless. “F-U-C-K  M-E!” He unconscious hissed. It was not a command but more of an observation he was officially fucked.

Quanique snickered. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

Immediately dropping to her knees before him, she unzipped John’s pants and unleashed his rapidly expanding manhood. Grasping it firmly in her hands she squeezed it hard and watched John’s reaction as she jerked it to a full twenty one gun salute.

“Ah fuck! Quanique, I don’t think we should be…”

Quanique ignored his whimpering and shoved his dick in her warm mouth instantly silencing his apprehension. Now, John’s dick wasn’t named Chuck or Buck, but just like Quanique it was ready to fuck! John’s little head immediately led a mutiny and took control of his body. Shutting his brain completely down, John’s dick commanded his body to face fuck the hell out of Quanique’s horny ass.

John instantly grabbed a fist full of her long weave and pulled her head closer. Plunging himself as hard as he could into her mouth, John impelled her throat with his humungous dick, repeatedly. Quanique, who had no damn gag reflex at all, did not gag
but her eyes watered and bugged as his rigid dick filled her throat and cut off her windpipe.

John was too damn gone to notice she couldn’t breathe
and Captain Hard Dick really didn’t give a fuck. Maneuvering her head back and forth by her hair John pumped Quanique’s mouth like it was a wet pussy. Afraid she would lose consciousness Quanique started to beat his thighs, desperately trying to get him to stop, but Captain Hard Dick commanded full speed ahead. Opening her mouth as wide as she could she struggled for air as John continued to hump her face like a dog in heat humps his owner’s leg.

Just when she thought she would suffocate to death and become the first pregnant woman on earth who died of affixation from giving a damn blowjob, John came.

“Ah fucking hell yell! Suck that fucking dick! Suck it with that pretty mouth!” He snorted as he slammed his ten inch dick as far as it would go down Quanique’s throat.

Streams of hot come squirted from his throbbing loins as he came violently into her throat.
With no other recourse, Quanique swallowed it as quickly as she could to keep from choking to death. John’s body relaxed as his ass tightened and he shot the last of his load in her mouth. Releasing his grip on her hair, he pushed her face away. Stumbling back still numb from his tantric orgasm, John struggled to zip up his pants.

Close to choking to death, Quanique fell back on her elbows, gasping and coughing in an effort to regain her breath. “Damn it John! I’m happy to see you
too! But you didn’t have to try to kill me! Fuck! You almost choked me to death!”

Mission accomplished, happy and completely satisfied, Captain Hard Dick quickly relinquished command to John’s brain and forced him to deal with Quanique’s crazy ass and her bull ass shit!

“Ah fuck! Quanique, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I just lost control! Fuck! I can’t believe I just did that!” He said as he scrambled to help her up from the floor. “I’m sorry Quanique.”

“Don’t worry about it baby! I’m just happy you enjoyed my little visit.” She flirted.

The reality of the situation quickly slapped John in the face. He had just cheated on Hope. As numb as a bitch smacked with a bottle of Novocain, John stared at the young and beautiful Quanique.

“Quanique, could you give me a half an hour to meet with a client and then I’ll take you to lunch. If you can’t wait I’ll understand, but I
really want to see you when I’m done. Can you wait for me please?”

Quanique recovered her dress from the floor and pulled it on. “Sure! I’d love to.”

“Good! Wait for me out front in the reception area. I’ll be back in less than thirty minutes.”

“Okay! I’ll wait!”

“I hate to do this, but this is a real important meeting. I have to run.” He said as he quickly fixed his clothes and bolted to the door.