The Sweetest Revenge

"Oh Sawyer..." I said sweetly, dragging myself along the wall of Ashton Sawyer's apartment.

I still clutched the silver revolver I used to cap that traitorous, rapist, half-a-bitch, Kendra.

After she'd forced that baby dick of hers up my ass, fucked me, and bust her nut, she tried to finish me. When she eased her dick out, I popped up and broke her jaw. Then she pulled the heat. BANG! Bitch didn't know what she was doing. I knocked her down, snatched the burner, and educated her. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This last one is for that pussy, Ashton.

Kendra was my best friend. Never thought she'd become Ashton's lackey. Stupid fucking bitch! I slammed my gunless fist near the threshold before staggering into Ashton's kitchen. I was just as stupid for not realizing it sooner. Not that the pussy wasn't home from patrolling the streets, that Kendra was all on his dick.

She wanted a man to see her as a woman. Not some fag on hormones with fake tits. I wanted that too. Enough to give Ash half the bread we earned sucking cock. Really, I wanted to finish my transformation, and he protected us.

I would've rather been caged or dead than to toss him another dime. Streets was rough and piggies was rougher, but all Ash did was take. Yesterday, I decided our partnership must end. Stupid thing was I told Kendra what I'd planned. Needed another now.

I hobbled to the plastic chair at the cluttered kitchen table and slumped into it. If Ashton returned, I could drop him quick. The front door was parallel to the kitchen.

The electronic clock atop the fridge read: 10:28PM. I pointed the revolver toward the door. Four minutes passed, I lowered the gun and stood. Ashton had a wife and daughter. Didn't want to waste this bullet on either.

I stormed into the den and switched on the end table's lamp near the sofa.

"Messages..." I started the answering machine. One of the messages was from the babysitter watching Ash's kid. They went out to eat. The last was from wifey. She was planning an anniversary surprise at Hickenbottom Hotel. That got me thinking. First, I needed suitable clothes, and searched until I found Ash's bedroom.

I donned a black button-up tee and loose black slacks. Then splashed on some of Ashton's Old Spice. Sawyer's woman was blind. She wouldn't notice. Except maybe my dick was bigger than hubby's.

* * * * * *

I showered before leaving. Cut my hair so when wifey was gripping it, hollering for dick, she wouldn't get wise. I trimmed around my ears, combing what remained topside.

Told the lobby's clerk I was wifey's babysitter. No validation. Just leaned, flashed the cleavage, whispered sweet nothings.

I unlocked her suite then entered, creeping. Inside was illuminated via candles and Jodeci played. Lauren stood beside the mattress, holding a flaming match, smiling. She wore pink lingerie with gartered stockings.

Lauren sniffed, doused the match, then sauntered. She laid an arm across my shoulder, caressing my cheek. "Baby, too much," she giggled, running her hand toward my chest.

I snatched it, easing her middle inside my mouth, sucking it like a cock.

Lauren giggled again. "Frisky..." She wrapped her available arm around me, massaging my lower back. She gasped and jerked both hands away. Rolling her milky irises, she pointed near the nightstand. "Remove your gun."

I trotted then set the revolver down. Lauren kissed my neck's nape, hugging my midsection.

Lauren unzipped me and probed within. "This is the only pistol I wanna touch," she removed my flaccid dick and stroked it. Once it hardened, she released then seated me on the mattress, tugging off my slacks. Then she dropped to her knees, opening her mouth.

She jerked my cock while licking my balls. She tongued my ass next, whipping the crack before exploring the hole, tongue-fucking me relentlessly. Afterward, she devoured my cock, aggressively bobbing and twisting.

I writhed and groaned, palming her forehead, sliding her juicy lips around my dick's head. Gritting my teeth, I clenched Lauren's long black braids, preparing to come.

Lauren moaned then disconnected. "Don't even think about it," she said, swiping the saliva tendril off her bottom lip. Lauren shoved me, removed her panties, mounted, then carefully guided my dick inside her pussy. Grabbing my shoulders, she bounced up-and-down, forward-and-back.

I squeezed her sheathed breasts, thrusting upward, licking my lips. Lauren tried to fondle my chest again. I trapped her wrists and yanked her downward, embracing and kissing her deeply as I rammed my dick inside her.

Lauren again sensed I was near ejaculation and rolled off. Sideways, she pumped my cock until a geyser of semen went airborne. Some splattered her caramel skin while she lapped what poured down my shaft.

As she slurped, I spread her thighs and munched her pussy.

She squirmed and squealed, then surprisingly, shoved me. Her irises were sporadic and breathes frenzied.

I reached for her, but paused when a generic tune started. A black prepaid on the nightstand vibrated.

Lauren chuckled, smiling now. "Can you get that? Probably the babysitter."

I left the bed, dressed, snatched her phone, and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door. "I'm still breathing."

"Where the fuck are you, Nadine!?" Ashton screamed over sirens. "Some reason you're answering my wife's cell? What have you told her?"

"I just broke wifey off with some good dick. Check your answering machine. Come alone or she's dead." I ended the call, snickering.

Didn't plan to be here when Ash arrived. I'd just expose myself, give Lauren an ultimatum, and convince her to shoot hubby. I'm sure her daughter's life is more valuable than her husband's.

I exited the bathroom, still grinning. Then I heard a familiar bang and felt an unfamiliar burning in my heart. I staggered backward, tried to grasp the threshold, but collasped, coughing blood.

"Ashton don't eat pussy," Lauren grumbled, holding the smoking revolver, trembling.