All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (44 page)

Now,
unbeknown
to
either
one
of
them
Paul's
cell
phone
which
was
in
his
pants
pocket
had
accidentally
been
activated
to
call
the
last
number
dialed.
 
It
dialed
Queen's
phone.
 
Queen
who
was
still
in
her
lab
class
was
unable
to
answer
the
phone
so
it
went
to
her
voicemail.
 
From
this
moment
on
Zoey
and
Paul
were
caught
on
tape.

As
Zoey
came
closer
and
closer
to
an
orgasm
of
gigantic
proportion
she
was
unable
to
stifle
her
sounds
of
pleasure,
which
was
in
fact
okay
because
Paul
was
making
quite
a
lot
of
noise
of
his
own.
 
Without
much
warning
the
rhythm
and
depth
of
Paul's
stroke
increased.
   

"Queen
I
can't
hold
it
any
more.
 
Fuck!
 
I'm
coming."
 
He
moaned.
 
"I'm
coming!"

Zoey
screamed
in
pleasure
as
she
feverishly
rubbed
her
clitoris
and
quickened
her
pace
in
an
effort
to
come
with
him.
 
She
succeeded.
 
The
two
came
hard
together
and
Zoey
collapsed
on
Paul's
chest.
 
She
didn't
know
or
even
care
what
Paul
would
say
when
he
took
his
blindfold
off
and
discovered
that
she
was
not
Queen.
 
She
lay
in
his
arms
and
enjoyed
the
afterglow.

That
was
until
Paul's
big
hands
reached
up
to
squeeze
her
ass.
 
Instantly
he
knew
that
something
was
wrong.
 
Zoey's
ass
was
much
flatter
and
smaller
than
Queen's.
 
Dazed
and
confused
he
groped
around
desperately
looking
for
the
rest
of
Queen's
voluptuous
ass.

"What
the
fuck?"
 
He
asked
as
he
immediately
snatched
the
blindfold
off
and
threw
it
on
the
floor
near
where
Zoey
had
dropped
Queen's
car
keys.

"Paul,
I
can
explain."
 
Zoey
said
as
she
sat
up
to
face
him.

"Zoey,
what
the
fuck
are
you
doing?
 
What
the
fuck?
 
Get
the
fuck
off
of
me!"
 
He
screamed.

"It's
okay.
 
I
won't
tell
Queen
what
we
did."

Paul
quickly
interrupted.
 
"Oh
fuck!
 
Queen!
 
I
fuckin
thought
that
you
were
Queen!
 
Get
the
fuck
off
of
me
and
get
the
fuck
out
of
my
truck
before
she
comes!"

"Paul
I..."

"Get
the
fuck
out
of
here
Zoey!
 
I'm
serious!"
 
Paul
yelled
as
he
attempted
to
push
Zoey
off
of
him.

"Paul
I'm
sorry.
 
I
just
wanted
to
make
love
to
you...
 
Please
don't
be
mad."
 
Zoey
said
as
she
became
emotional
and
began
to
cry.

Paul
softened
as
he
looked
at
his
watch
and
concluded
that
he
had
a
little
time
before
Queen
came
out.
 
"Zoey,
stop
crying.
 
Look
I
didn't
mean
to
yell,
but
I
can't
get
caught
here
with
you.
 
I'm
in
love
with
Queen
and
she
will
fucking
freak
if
she
finds
you
here."

"I
know
but
I..."
 
She
stuttered.

"Zoey,
you
got
to
go.
 
Queen
will
be
here
in
a
few
minutes.
 
We
can
resolve
this
later.
 
Fuck
I
don't
know
how
I'm
going
to
tell
her
this
shit!
 
Fuck!"

"Well
what
about
us?"

"Zoey,
listen
to
me.
 
There
is
no
fucking
us!
 
Queen
will
be
here
any
minute.
 
And
trust
me
you
don
’
t
want
to
be
here
..."

Queen
finished
her
lab
assignment
twenty
minutes
early.
 
She
was
tired
and
hungry
and
just
wanted
to
get
home
to
relax
after
an
extremely
long
day.
 
"Thank
God
that
was
an
easy
lab
assignment.
 
I
can't
wait
to
get
home
and
chill
the
fuck
out."
 
She
grumbled
as
she
made
her
way
across
the
parking
lot.
  

As
she
approached
the
truck
she
hunted
in
her
purse
for
her
keys
to
no
avail.
 
"Where
the
hell
are
my
keys.
 
I
know
that
they
were
in
here.
 
Shit!
 
Don't
tell
me
I
lost
my
damn
keys."

Queen
knew
that
Paul
would
be
waiting
in
the
truck,
so
she
quickly
abandoned
her
search
for
her
keys.
 
Without
thought,
Queen
tried
the
handle
of
the
passenger
side
truck
door
and
to
her
surprise
the
door
opened.

Totally
unaware
that
Paul
was
not
alone,
Queen
tried
to
wake
him.
 
"Wake
up
baby
it's
time
to
go.
 
Have
you
seen
my
truck
keys?
 
I
think
I
might
her
lost
them
somewhere."

Paul's
heart
stopped.
 
Somehow
he
managed
to
speak
as
he
desperately
tried
to
fasten
his
pants.
 
"Queen
I
can
explain."

"Explain
what?"
 
Queen
who
had
not
even
looked
in
the
back
seat
looked
back
at
him
to
find
Zoey
naked
from
the
waist
down,
with
her
dress
around
her
waist
kneeling
between
Paul's
legs.
 
Paul
quickly
adjusted
his
pants
before
jumping
out
of
the
truck.
 

"What
the
fuck?
 
Oh
my
God!"
 
Queen
streamed
as
she
backed
away
from
the
truck
in
total
shock.

"Queen
I
can
explain."
 
Paul
repeated
as
he
cautiously
attempted
to
approach
her.

"You
can
what?
 
What
the
fuck
were
you
two
doing?"
 
She
yelled.

"Baby
it's
not
what
it
looks
like."

"Fuck
you!
 
How
fucking
could
you?"
 
Queen
screamed.

Zoey
said
not
a
word.
 
She
calmly
smoothed
her
dress
over
her
hips,
wiped
her
lips
and
slithered
out
of
the
truck,
like
the
nasty
ass
snake
she
was.
 
She
stood
back
and
watched
as
Queen
unraveled.

"Queen
please
let
me
explain."
 
Paul
said
as
he
continued
to
draw
near
her.

Queen
who
was
crying
by
now,
screamed,
 
"Stay
the
fuck
away
from
me.
 
Oh
shit!
 
What
the
fuck?
 
FUCK!
 
Why
the
fuck
would
you
do
that?
 
I
fuck
you
every
night!"

Paul
stopped
in
his
tracks
and
watched
as
Queen
pulled
out
her
phone
and
made
a
call.
 
"Queen,
please.
 
Let
me
talk
to
you.
 
Baby,
who
are
you
calling?
 
Let
me
talk
to
you."

Queen
frantically
wiped
tears
as
she
tried
to
ignore
Paul's
pleas
and
Zoey's
smirks.
 
"Hey,
where
are
you?"
 
She
asked
as
she
fought
back
tears
and
waited
for
a
response
from
the
person
on
the
line.
 
"I'm
in
a
lot
of
trouble
can
you
please
come
get
me?
 
I'll
meet
you
in
front
of
Douglas
Hall.
 
Please
hurry,
because
I
don't
want
to
go
jail."

Queen
begin
to
walk
towards
Douglas
Hall
as
she
listened
to
the
person
on
the
phone
plead
with
her
to
tell
them
what
was
wrong.
 
"This
fucker
cheated
on
me
with
Zoey.
 
I
caught
them
in
the
truck
together.
 
Please
just
hurry,
before
I
fuck
both
of
them
up!"
 

Paul
ran
up
and
grabbed
her.
 
She
punched
and
kicked
him
as
she
pulled
away
with
all
her
might
screaming,
 
"Don't
fucking
touch
me!
 
Get
the
fuck
off
of
me
before
I
kill
you!
 
Get
off
of
me!
 
I'm
not
playing,
Paul.
 
You
cheating
bastard!
 
Let
me
go!"

Paul
ignored
her
screams
as
he
attempted
to
hold
her
in
his
arms
until
she
calmed
down.
 
He
didn't
know
what
to
say
so
he
said
nothing
as
he
unsuccessfully
tried
to
control
her
flailing
limbs
which
were
determined
to
punch
and
kick
him
as
hard
as
they
could.

"Let
me
go
Paul.
 
Just
fucking
let
me
go.
 
Why
the
fuck
are
you
doing
this
to
me?
 
If
you
want
to
be
with
Zoey,
then
just
go
to
her,
but
leave
me
the
fuck
alone.
 
Get
the
fuck
off
of
me!
 
Just
get
off
me
and
let
me
go!"
 
She
screamed
at
the
top
of
her
lungs.