It Is What It Is (Short Story) by Manswell Peterson Page B

wolf he attacked it as her back slammed against the living-room wall.
    Victoria clutched his head as he devoured her hot pussy pie one lick at a time. All of her trouble immediately dissipated as Mykal’s tongue stroked the inner walls of her slick pussy. Gyrating hard against his mouth she doubled her pleasure as she rode his face. Squeals of pleasure and delight filled the room as her Category- 6 orgasm threatened to annihilate her completely.
    Her head thrashed violently, whipping her long hair wildly making her look like a sex crazed Medusa. Her grip on the back of his head tightened and Mykal knew she was a clit lick away from a core meltdown. Sucking her cherry red clit as far in his mouth as it would go without ripping from her body, he gave her the relief she sought.
    A split second later, Victoria lost all control and her body convulsed with a Tsunami of perfect pleasure. Screaming loudly she squirted her sticky nectar in Mykal’s mouth as he continued to insatiably lap at her quivering sex. Satisfied that she was satisfied he maneuvered her over his monstrous dick and impelled her with it repeatedly.         
    Semi-comatose at this point Victoria laced her arms around Mykal’s neck as he slammed his body against hers, going balls to ass deep with each and every thrust. A little shy of twenty pumps later he shot his hot sticky load deep within her.
    They stared eye to eye as the last few squirts coated her walls. His eyes told her everything she needed to know. Mykal loved her in his own way, but he needed more. Sucking his tongue in her mouth Victoria savored her last taste of Mykal Roman, or Rome as she fondly nicknamed him.
    After a night of wild, unbridled leg numbing sex, Victoria was finally prepared to release him.

Chapter 2
    Victoria walked into her multi-million dollar Atlanta mansion to find her husband, Richard Dickerson, waiting for her in his study. It was five in the morning and he was thoroughly pissed. Tale- tale signs of alcohol on his breath and on the end table next to him clued Victoria in that he’d been drinking all night.
    Actually, she really didn’t need any clues. Richard was a flirtatious old drunk. Victoria knew it when she married him. It was no secret to anyone, including Richard that she didn’t really love him and only married him for his money. Richard wanted a beautiful trophy wife to show off to his colleagues at the Country Club and Victoria… Well, let’s just say that Victoria wanted a man who could treat her to the finer things in life and enhance her financial portfolio by at least ten million easy dollars.
    Already independently wealthy from the settlement of her divorce from a Superstar NBA player, Victoria really didn’t need to remarry. She certainly didn’t need the money as she was awarded an obscene amount of alimony, because her first husband was a serial cheater. Nonetheless, she agreed to marry Richard because she liked him and he promised her a healthy settlement if they should ever divorce.
    Sex between them was basically, non- existent as Richard was a Down- Low male hoe who loved eighteen year old boys. So, Victoria never once was asked to fulfill her wifely duties. She got all she needed and more from Mykal, so that was perfectly fine with her. Yes, their marriage was a sham and Victoria was merely a front to hide Richard’s homosexual life style from his overbearing, filthy rich mother. Afraid she’d cut him out of her will, Richard begged Victoria to marry him so his mother wouldn’t suspect he was gay.
    Handsome in his own right, the forty five year old was considered one of the most sought after bachelors and in Atlanta when they married. The reality of the situation was that Richard was a sloppy drunk who struggled with his homosexuality and mommy issues.
    Victoria knew what she was getting into when she accepted his proposal. Naturally, Mother Dearest insisted upon and iron clad pre-nuptial agreement, which Victoria gracefully signed.