"Hey! Hey!
You have kids?" Lindiwe asked me when we reached our door and
started fumbling with our keys.
"No. You?"
"Kids are a
real pain," he said. His voice was very soft and hushed, like
he was telling a dirty joke. "I tell you. My daughter won't
stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night."
He unlocked the
door and started to strip off his jacket and tossed his hat in the
corner. He was confused and disoriented and walked into my room.
"I visited her
grave and asked her to stop but it doesn't help."
There was a silence
between us then Lindiwe burst out laughing and threw himself back on
my bed. I lost my breath I laughed so hard. What an awful joke, I
thought. A terrible, awful, wonderful joke.
I grabbed a metal
tube of miraclo and plopped down onto the mattress, perpendicular to
Lindiwe. I squeezed the bell end, cracking the tablet into dust and
inhaling the dust. Lindiwe took it when I offered and did the same,
crushing more of the tablet and I took it back and repeated. Good
miraclo will last an hour and triple your strength and speed.
Lindiwe and I broke the bed that night and dented the walls. We
passed the metal tube back a few more times before the contents were
spent and Lindiwe made the first move, rolling over to see me face to
face and smiling that soft smile of his. We were looking into each
other's eyes, but his pupils were as I assumed mine to be. Glassy.
Unfocused. Dialated.
My attraction to
Lindiwe had begun as a respect. This man had carved out a niche of
supremacy in a spitball of a country. He had been born out of favor
with fortune and still found a way to triumph, sending his enemies
running in fear of him, even if the military wanted his head for
treason.
While I had noticed
the softness in Lindiwe's features and manners at times during the
car ride, it wasn't until the spontaneous embrace at the bar that the
supple curves of his body had really bored their way into my
thoughts. He leaned his face down to mine and closed his eyes as he
kissed me with closed lips at first. His breath tasted like ashtrays
and tequila as did mine. He kissed me harder and with a groaning of
metal, the first spring of the bed gave way. He lifted his head and
laughed, soft and high, pleased with himself, before coming down on
my face again for another kiss, this time running his left hand over
my chest as he did so. His touch was light, not the touch you'd
expect from a man with a gun in his jacket pocket.
I reached to
Lindiwe's waist and unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom, one at a
time, revealing his smooth stomach, but he rolled on top of me and
smashed my hand between our superpowered bodies. Lowering himself,
he grabbed the waistband of my pants and looked me in the eyes, a
wicked smile on his lips, and he pulled down on my waist band,
snapping my belt and ripping my pants down the fly through the
inseam.
He rubbed his cheek
on my cock through my briefs and moaned in appreciation as it
responded to his attentions. He pulled my briefs off with his right
hand and threw them over his shoulder, catching my throttle with his
left and giggling girlishly at me before moving his lips to my tip
and getting to work on me. I tilted my head back and my eyes rolled
around independent of each other which happens sometimes on miraclo.
The muscles' new strength overrides the body's efforts to keep both
eyes moving together.
Lindiwe knew what
he was doing below the fractured belt. I had never kissed a guy, let
alone gotten head from one, but I was chemically in no condition that
I had been before. Lindiwe finish his appetizer and climbed on top
of me, straddling me at the waist and I resumed unbuttoning his
shirt. He stopped me and took my hand and kissed it and smiled again
and pulled his shirt off into two pieces and a button hit the window
hard enough to leave a crack in it. Lindiwe's chest was tightly
bound in elastic bandages and he leaned down and kissed me again.
His right hand trailed down the side of my body and up his thigh,
yanking off his own pants with superpowered might. I didn't know it
at the time, but he had torn off his underwear in the same motion.
The next day they would be a pink lacy shred of fabric on the table
lamp.
I grabbed Lindiwe
and rolled him over, intent to return the favor. Pulling him down to
the edge of the bed, I got on my knees and gave him head while
jerking myself off. In the time I was licking and sucking his pussy,
he came twice and I spread his tight, hot cunt with my fingers to
push my tongue farther with enough force to push the bed so I have to
scoot on my knees to keep my nose in contact with his clit. I'm so
far gone at this point, I even forget the condom and stand up, taking
his legs up with me and putting his heels on my shoulders, sliding
into him and powering down, first rubbing his tits through the
bandages, then tearing them off to get at the goods while he moaned
and scream and we destroyed the bedroom, the suite, and the
structural integrity of the casino with our drug-crazed,
super-powered, slam-fucking.
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