Cartel Dreams: A Love Story (11 page)

He moved my hand placing it back on the door handle as he continued to slide his two fingers up and down my twat crudely. He reached over me pushing the button on the side of the seat allowing my seat to automatically lower to the backseat. Once it was as far back as it would go, he pushed me tenderly to my elbows as he raised my legs slightly placing them in a lotus like stance firmly on the seat as wide as possible, removing my heels in the process.

“Don’t move or I’ll suck harder,” Quince demanded before he dove into my steaming hot snatch.

I rolled my pussy around fucking his mouth back like I was a professional. I had watched enough porn to be one anyway. My fingers gripped the back of his head moaning softly wanting, desiring more. Quince moaned as well enjoying every splash that secreted into his mouth. His head moved with every one of my gyrations as if he loved them as well.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt a hotness climb within me and my clit grow. I was all too familiar with that feeling. I was about to bust all in his mouth and there was nothing I could do to stop it no matter how hard I tried. It was the best feeling in the world and I didn’t want it to end too soon. I wasn’t concerned about who would walk past and see us there in the car. My mind could only focus on the hot steamy goodness erupting from my warm volcanic pussy. My legs began to tremble and buckle but I refused to close them. His warning rang in my ear like school bells even though his licks were becoming more intense.

“Ahh, daddy! I’m finna cum baby,” I exhaled heavily trying to remain composed.

Quince didn’t say a word nor did he stop. He used his two fingers to grasp hold of my clit as he sucked and licked profusely. I thrust uncontrollably, causing a loud moan to escape my lips. I wasn’t prepared for what this nigga had in store for me next but I was determined to take it like a big girl should. I locked my legs into their position trying my best not to move and let out a slight hiss as cum flowed out of me like Raging Waves Waterpark.

“Mmm, that pussy tastes so damn good. I almost don’t want to stop,” Quince breathed on my opening licking his tongue out at it like a hungry dog. “Hmm. But I’ve gotta stop.”

“Huh? What? Why?” I panted wildly.

“Because, you’re saving yourself for the right guy and that’s more important than letting me hit it in all the right places.”

“But…I…You…Ugh.” I pulled my hair feeling my pussy still vibrating from his acts.

“Shh. It’s okay baby. I respect you and your decision. It’s admirable.” Quince licked his lips. “I just wanted you to know what you would be in store for should you decide to dub me that right one. Ya feel me?”

Little did he know, I had already made up my mind and secretly given myself to him. I wanted our flesh to become one. For him to take me anyway and anywhere. Maybe that was just the horny part of me clouding my judgment and forcing me to think with my pussy rather than my brain but I didn’t give a fuck anymore. Especially after getting licked by a Greek God.
Damn baby, why you gotta do me like that?

“I have to respect that you respect that, right?” I wondered looking over at him as I fixed my clothes and he returned to his seat.

“I think that you are more than worth the wait baby.” His tongue gently coated his succulent lips. “Only time can reveal a dream.”

With those words, our tongues met once more giving me a brief taste of what my pussy tasted like. We said our goodbyes and he vowed to call me later once I got back from my graduate school meeting. Time was narrowing down to the wire for me to apply and if I didn’t do so soon I would probably miss my window to attend without many hoops to jump through. I had the grades I just needed the recommendations. But as I pulled myself together to prepare for the meeting, all I could think about was his powerful tongue flickering against my desiring clit.

***Later that day***

"Ms. Vaughn, I had been wondering when you were going to make your debut here," he said that like he was about to scold me and tell me to go sit in a corner or something. “Can you step into my office for a minute before you head to the graduate school office?”

"Uh, sure Mr. Beret. Wassup?" I replied walking behind him into his office chucking my backpack onto my shoulder as it slid down.

“I didn’t want to tell you this in front of your other soon to be colleagues before graduation last month, but you’re final dissertation…” he paused staring down heavily at the papers in front of him through his hefty coke bottle eyeglasses. “…was absolutely perfect!”

“Oh my—. Are you serious?” My smile widened greatly and even if I wanted to conceal it I simply couldn’t hold it in.

“I think you have the potential to go on to graduate school or law school and become one of the best lawyers Chicago has ever seen. That is why I put in a good word for you to the Dean of Graduate Students office.” Mr. Beret smiled as he rose from his seat to greet me with a sturdy handshake. “Since graduation is already over and the summer session is about to begin, I have taken the liberty of submitting the recommendation directly to them. They will be expecting you.”

“Sir I just want you to know that I’ve worked hard these last four years and I thought graduating in the top ten percent of the class was going to be my greatest achievement but surely this takes the cake.” My happiness couldn’t have shown brighter on my face.

I worked damn hard to push through adversity and get where I was today. I did things that I wasn’t proud of, things that I could never tell anyone about to pay for college and be able to graduate. It had been a long four years but I made it with eight thousand dollars to spare left over from paying tuition and living costs. It was a struggle everyday but nothing or no one was going to hinder me from reaching my goals. My eyes gleamed as I stared back at my professor who obviously believed in my drive as well.

“Yes so I hope to see you next year in graduate school here. Eh?” he said sliding his glasses back over his eyes and looking out the top of them at me.

“I hadn’t given graduate school much thought until now. I’m so grateful for this opportunity and I won’t let you down sir,” I answered nonchalantly as I bit my lip.

“Daisy, this chance doesn’t come so often for just anybody. You should never wait too long for a once in a lifetime thing like this.” Mr. Beret ran his fingers through his salt and peppered low wavy hair breathing a small sigh of disappointment.

“I know sir and again I wanna thank you for believing in me enough to extend your recommendation. I know it comes highly recommended especially since you don’t give those things loosely.”

For some reason, the curved look on his face made me think he didn’t take my response seriously. The awkward silence filling the room became as uncomfortable as the small amount of space in between he and I as I smiled and nodded cordially, heading for the door. I wasn’t even half way there before feeling a slight tugging on my arm. My head whipped around roughly as I jerked back realizing I must have been caught on something only to find me hemmed up in Mr. Beret’s grasp. 

“I really went out on a limb for you here, Daisy. Don’t mess that up,” he spoke softly yet there was a hint of aggressiveness in his voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play coy with me like you don’t wear those tight pencil skirts and those tittie revealing silk blouses for a reason,” he said pulling me in closer to his rather cumbersome body. “I’ve watched you all four years and I’ve seen how you flirt with the other professors. What’s wrong with me, huh?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I dress for the job I want, not for your sick ass fantasy.” I couldn’t help but stick my voluptuous waist out to one side when I crossed my arms in front of me.

Mr. Beret’s eyes searched my curvy body as he licked his dry hungry lips as if he were picturing me naked right then. I tried to suck my 38C tits in so that they weren’t sitting up so perky in his face in my tight pink t-shirt. I was wearing my workout gear today, pink Get Fit t-shirt with matching spandex leggings, instead of my usual professional gear. My intentions were to get a good workout in after the meeting.

Still it drove him sexually insane, watching the drool run down the side of his mouth. He was grotesque in every sense of the word with the acne still prevalent on his face well into his fifties, not to mention he resembled the Fat Bastard character on that stupid Austin Powers movie. What made him think he could get a queen like me?

The bitch in me wanted to explain to him that his fifty year old beer gut, 1940's wardrobe coupled with the tarnished gold wedding band on his ring finger gave me high flying warning signals that made me want to barf at the very thought of an affair with him. Surprisingly enough the robust Caucasian man still had his hair but that could have easily been credited to a Hair Club For Men membership or lifetime supply of Rogaine. His motorcycle cop mustache was another huge turn off. This man had to be shitting himself if he thought that a empress like me would ever get with an out of shape thirsty ass bum like him.

"You have obviously got the student teacher relationship twisted. If you didn’t understand the first time that I said it, I'm a student. So I think you should do what I'm going to do once I walk out of this door. Forget this ever happened," I retorted attempting to remain professional.

"You know, I could make your life a living hell. I mean all I want is a little taste of that sweet nectar," Mr. Beret snarled moving in closer giving me a whiff of the faint smell of vodka on his breath. "One might even be so inclined to say that your entire political or law career, whichever you were thinking about, would be in jeopardy should you not make a smart decision here Daisy. Well before it began, of course."

He used his finger to flick my right nipple poking out through my shirt. The act shot a tingle through my body right down to my pussy. It felt good physically but mentally I wasn't interested. A joker grin filled my almond shaded face accentuating the deep dark purple and black eye shadow adorning my mocha colored eyes. There was no fear in my heart and a part of him knew it, sending chills down his spine causing him to gulp big wads of his saliva.

“That’s funny you mentioned about a career being over. See, Mr. Beret what you failed to understand is that your relationship with the class whore Carla is very well known by most of the students in here and all it takes is one or two of us to mention that,” I snapped as my eyes curled over devilish like and I reached down cupping his balls tightly in my fist. “I also forgot to mention that I’ve been taking a very extensive martial arts class that has taught me how to crush a man’s ball right in my hand. So you have to ask yourself. Do you want to lose your job, your wife, or your balls Mr. Beret?”

“At first glance you seem like a good girl willing to do anything to further her career but with that devious mind you're nothing but a stupid little cunt. G-G-Get the hell out of my office, Daisy Faye.” A look of distress filled his face. “Forget about this conversation. Accept your recommendation as a gift and just fucking go, eh.”

“Thank you for your kind gesture, Mr. Beret. I’m sure I’ll enjoy graduate school very much sir,” I chortled, blowing him a kiss and a smirk as I headed out of the room.

Chapter 13

Quince

1 Month Later

“And the spot out west? How are they doing?”

“Quince, I just left all the spots collecting. We’re good bro. We’re better than good. We’re great. All of the spots are booming right now bro. We're blowing up like you said we would my nigga.” Montana’s excitement resonated through the phone. “Glad you went shopping ahead of schedule too. Ya heard me?”

“Yeah, I hear you. That’s wassup playboy. You know, ‘cause it’s like I told you I have plans that will catapult us through the roof in the next few months. It’s about to get big, dog. Real talk.” The grin on my face made me proud of the decisions I made to further my career.

“That’s what I like to hear. I can’t wait for that shit either. Yo, where you at bro? I've got some shit that I need to drop on you. Just found out yesterday too.”

“You sure ask a lot of questions don’t you? When I get back there we’re gonna sit down and have a long talk. Ya feel me?” I waited for a response but got silence in return. “So, how’s Bunny?”

“Oh, she’s straight. Everything’s all good with her. I’ve got her posted right up under me. You feel me?” His laugh indicated only one thing. “I’m telling you when I hit that shit, bruh, I was all up in that shit with no Vaseline. She didn’t give a fuck if I rammed it in her or none of that. She just took the dick like a pro, bit down on the pillow and tooted her ass in the air for daddy. Ya feel me?”

“Hmm. Yeah, I feel you man. Just don’t get too caught up in that shit. Keep ya head level, boi,” I warned.

“Yeah, I got you. How’s about you do the same? One my nigga.” With that he hung up.

I wasn’t one to tell my nigga what do with his bitches, but once he got open for a bitch, he got open. It was hard for him to see past anything else and it would cloud his decisions at some point. He was my right hand man so I couldn’t have him all up some chick’s ass and not keeping his head in the game at least 99.8% of the time. Montana was smart when it came to the streets but stupid when it came to females.

Catching a glimpse of Daisy’s half naked ass sleeping in the bed, I gaped at her beauty. Her thickness drove me crazy every time I set eyes on it. She had decided against going to graduate school opting for law school instead. I left her a ticket Friday morning before I left and she flew down Friday evening after class. I didn't even question her decision not to go to grad school when she started just a few short weeks ago, which made me gain even deeper feelings for her.