Inferno

INFERNO

This is a complete work of fiction. Prior activities in prior chapters will affect future actions. All characters and dialogue are completely fictional. Any resemblance to people living or dead is entirely coincidental.

No sexual activity of any kind involves characters younger than 18 years old.

This chapter can stand alone but is best understood in the context of the previous chapters. Label Warnings:Interracial, BDSM, Women loving Women, Human Waste, Toys

The original ending is near. Circles are closing while new options in Annie's life arise.

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Chapter 20 Will, California

I was ready at 4pm for Will's driver. I kissed the girls and told them that I had a date. I called Jerry and told him I'd be home tomorrow.

It's a good thing that I had complete trust in Will otherwise I could never imagine myself just getting into a Mercedes with a stranger to be driven to an unknown destination in NYC, probably to be fucked. Forming those words in my mind seemed to be from another dimension, one where I had never existed.

I thought, I guess it's OK, he's paying for dinner.

I asked the driver, an older black man, what our itinerary was.

"We're going to pick up Mr. Welles after his meeting, then I'll be taking you to dinner with him."

OK, everything checks out, it appears. Rule #1.

At 5:30 we were outside a large modern office building on 3rdAve. Will stepped out of the building, he was impossible to miss. He strode confidently to the car, opened the door and gracefully slid in next me, his massive presence filled the rear seat. His white teeth formed a huge grin on his dark chocolate features.

The voice from deep within his chest boomed within the tight space of the rear seat. "ANGEL!!!" I took me into his arms and my body disappeared. Immediately I took notice of his hands, the hands that would touch me, they were huge and immaculately manicured. My whole hand would fit in his palms, his fingers themselves as long as my tiny white hand, he took my right hand, put it behind his head and with his other massive hand cupped the back of my head and pulled my lips to his thick lips, kissing me first softly then more urgently.

I was immediately wet with excitement, he didn't ask or wait for my approval, he simplytook meand kissed me.

He smelled wonderful. He was earthy and sensual. There was a hint of coconut on him somewhere. I planned to find out where that was and lose myself there.

My core exploded in joy at being greeted so sexually and warmly at the same time. "Will, I have been so excited to be with you today ever since you asked three weeks ago." I looked at him with a sexy sly look, "Maybe even before that," I stroked his smooth-shaven skull feeling all the ridges that defined him.

Everyone I've known, been to bed with, has had a full head of hair. I thought it would be hot to discover the characteristics of Will's naked skull to kiss and tongue him as he... did whatever he wanted to me.

His breath was fresh and enticing; I could make out with him here in the back of the car all night I imagined.

Sitting next to him I realized just how much my body, at 5'4" and 135-ish, was dwarfed by him at 6'8" and 275-ish body.

The driver asked, "Mr William?"

"Home cooking, Guns," Will boomed.Guns?

"Angel, I have wanted to get to know you better ever since that first dinner together. It seems so long ago."

"It's been a lifetime, Will. I'm completely changed, utterly a different woman now than I was that night."

"I'm sorry about your situation at home with Jerry. I understand that Beverly and you have already met."

"Oh, God, yes and thank you so much. I was at a complete loss before Sara came to my house last week. I had no idea what to do. She took charge of me, again," I was tearing thinking of how reliant I am on Kitten, how smart and how good she is to me.

"Consider tonight to be a new beginning for you then, Angel. You've never been out with a black man, I presume?"

"Just the four of us at dinner that night."

"Have you eaten down home soul food, made from the heart."

I laughed, "Steak and potatoes, but my mom made them with love and puther soulinto our meals."

"Your mom just passed last year, didn't she?"He learned that from Virgil I assumed.

"Yes," I said sadly, "she was our rock."

"You have her strength it appears. Does it bother you to be going on a date with a black man?" He was direct certainly.

"Not in the least, Will. I think you probably know that already. In fact, I've been looking forward to it since you asked me."

"Guns, how often do I go out with white women?"

"Mr William, younevergo out," he laughed, "but I guess when you do, I've only ever seen you with a white woman once before."

"Think she'll do?" he laughed.

"She appears to be hot for you, Mr William, sorry Ma'am"

Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. Does he smell me?

"Angel, I'm joking, I consider it an extreme privilege to escort you tonight to our neighborhood. My cousins have a top-notch soul food restaurant in Parkchester. We eat there all the time, right, Guns?"

"Yes, sir, Mr William."

"You'll enjoy it very much and you'll be right at home."

He was undressing, well no time like the present - at 20 mph in Rush Hour NYC traffic - my nipples were beebees on the tips of my breasts trying to escape from my tee shirt. They only pointed out my arousal. He was only ditching his coat and tie; he rolled up his sleeves showing huge forearms that would hold me close, and thick wrists. I didn't see any tattoos anywhere.

Will was dressing down for me, for eating at 'home.'

His hedge fund, I Googled it, handled nearly $300 Million in assets for investors. It had a solid record of making money in smaller markets. I'd guess Will was worth millions, possibly more.

We arrived just after 6:30; the neighborhood was just off the highway in a residential area that was just old NY. The buildings were 4 and 5 story apartment houses with storefronts on the street level. Nearly every storefront had a rollup security door covered in graffiti. Several people were on the street probably just coming or just going to work. This was a working-class neighborhood for black and brown-skin people serving as the backbone of the NY City.

Guns parked and got out to open my door!!! Will climbed out with surprising grace I noticed given his size and the cramped quarters. Will took my shoulders in his huge hands and led / guided me through the door to a storefront restaurant; the smells of shrimp and fried foods engulfed me.

"William!!!!" a large, light-skinned black woman yelled and walked into Will's arms. "We've got your special menu tonight, just like our momma's made." She was a little taller than me but much wider and larger everywhere.

She grinned and asked, "Girl, is your name really, Angel, for real? You'll be right at home here."

I said, "Ma'am, it's Annie, but Will's goddaughter, renamed me Angel and I love it."

"Sara named you, Angel? You with Sara? And there's no Ma'am here," she laughed looking at Will, "only when I was a schoolteacher did anyone call me Ma'am. Now I cook momma's meals for the neighborhood here. You just call me Marcella. C'mon sit down."

Will sat against the wall; Guns was to his right opposite the door and I sat opposite Will. The fourth chair was empty. Sweet tea was immediately brought out. Will and Guns laughed easily together, Marcella often wandered by and rested her hand on Will's wide shoulders.

"Still waitin' on Teeth, that boy'salwayslate," she said.

I had to ask, "Guns? How did you acquire that name, if you don't mind?"

He rolled up his sleeve and showed me one forearm, it was HUGE!! It was at least as big as Will's, but he was maybe 100 lbs lighter and ten years older at least.

"I used to do a little boxing; nobody wanted to get in the ring with me and risk getting hit by one of these. I had 25 KO's in 37 fights."

"But," Will led him.

"But," Gun's continued, "I sorta led with my face too often. I cudda been the BlackRocky."

I looked at him; his nose was almost flat above his thick lips, one eyebrow drooped and I now saw many scars on his black face. That face had been beaten but had somehow come out the other side mostly intact, his demeanor though said that his soul was still as strong as his arms had been.

"My last two fights had to be stopped because I couldn't protect myself. That was 30 years ago."

"It's much safer to be driving certainly," I smiled.

"Oh, I only drive for Mr William. He and I own a car service company with 15 cars and 3 limo's."

I shot Will a look, inquiring. His return gaze was deep and intense but said nothing. I'm a woman, I use words.

"How did you go from boxing to owning a car service?" I asked.

"I don't have much of an education, missy, I was a fighter, but when I needed money, I worked fixin' cars and trucks. One summer this man-boy, he nodded at Will, come to work at the body shop after his freshman year in college. He was dumb as a rock about cars and trucks, but the Bossman told me to see what he could do."

Will said, "I'd never even driven a car in my life, I lived in the Bronx."

Guns said, "We got to talkin' and such, I showed him what transmissions were, I taught him how to drive every one of them. By the end of the summer, I was fixin' more because I didn't have to drive them to test them, Mr William did all the testin.' I made some good money that summer."

Will said, "I learned life lessons."

"After that summer, I bought a nice Cadillac and began usin' it to drive others in the neighborhood. We was called gypsies; the Medallion guys hated us."

"Long story short, I did that for about 10 years. When Mr William came to visit his momma I'd drive him home, he always called me. One trip he asked if I wanted to slow down and maybe let others do the drivin'? Mr William had an 'investment' idea."

Will said, "Car service has good cash flow."

"Mr William bought 4 cars and a limo and rented a garage. I did all the maintenance, and we had a girl who took all the calls. Now we own the building, we have an office of people plus all those cars and limos. I keep everyone workin' and drive Mr William whenever he needs me."

Will said nothing.

What youdon'tknow about people, I thought.

Marcella stopped by, "Teeth just called, said to order whatever was the Special today, it's 3 chicken and 7 shrimp plus two sides."

Will said, "Annie, the chicken is out of this world, collards and cornbread?"

"I'm in your hands, Will," I said intentionally looking into his deep brown eyes, they crinkled at the temples.

Will ordered for me, "Three chicken, collards and cornbread. I'll have the special with collards and green beans."

Guns ordered shrimp, dirty rice and cornbread.

Right as he finished a very tall, very black - very black - man walked into the restaurant. "There he is," said Guns. Our fourth walked up to Will and gave him an almost brotherly hug with a warm bro-grab to Guns. He was almost as tall as William but well under 200 lbs.

He bent to me and I knew why his nick was Teeth. In his thin solid ebony face his huge white teeth dominated everything, it's all I could see. He smelled like the islands.

"Mannn, youse always late, bro." Guns said.

"William said there'd be a lady present, so I had to clean my body, mon." His lilt was Jamaican,

"Thank you, sir" I said and smiled.

"Lovelylady too he said. He wasn't lyin', mon."

He had me blushing. I looked across at Will who apparently was enjoying making me the center of attention. I felt warm and relaxed.

Teeth also was in business with Will. Like Guns he was in his 60's and had worked with Will's mom cleaning office buildings. He had been her protector, 10 years younger and stronger, as she worked cleaning dark office buildings late at night as a single woman. As he approached 50, Will suggested that they go into business together and take the burden off Teeth alone. He convinced Teeth that he could make much more by letting others work for him.

I was apparently in the middle of a business conference that took place every six months over down home dinners at Marcella's. I learned later that Marcella was also in Will's mini conglomerate. Will had convinced her to leave teaching to open her restaurant and indulge her love of food, especially her momma's recipes.

It was delicious; everyone ate with their fingers off mixed plates, some chipped, just like at home. The sweet tea just kept flowing as the 3 men talked business and traded jibes, Marcella wasn't far at any time keeping an eye out that the men and I were satisfied and full. I enjoyed the banter.

By the end of the meal, I was stuffed and couldn't even consider any dessert.

Over coffees, Teeth asked me about my life.

"I'm at a difficult point right now," I said. "I may have to divorce my husband who has been my only love for 20 years. He's gotten himself into trouble." I didn't elaborate.

"So, the lovleee ladee is available?" Teeth asked.

I had not expected to be hit upon at this point, but I sensed a test.

"I will do whatever Will asks of me, he holds my wellbeing in his hands," I said with deference, my eyes now looking only at the table.

Will said, "Quick on the uptake, Angel."

Teeth immediately asked, "Can I kiss her, mon?"

Will nodded yes, Teeth bent to me and took my head in his hands and surrounded my lips with his thick sweet lips, his tongue entered my mouth and I felt juices gather. I allowed him to take liberties with his tongue and my lips.

"First white woman in thirty years!!! Thank you, ma'am"

I genuinely enjoyed his kiss, my eyes sparkled in excitement, "It was my pleasure, Teeth, thankyou."

We got ready to leave, Marcella came to me and asked if I enjoyed everything, I hugged her as I would my own mother. She had made everything as easy and comfortable as anyone could imagine outside of their own home.

She said, in a womanly whisper, "You be careful, now, you hear?" she paused her eyes went to Will, "I've heard that..."

I leaned over her huge bosom to kiss her cheek and whispered back, "It's true,"

"Girl!!!!!!" she said.

I batted my eyelashes at her innocently, licked my lips and smiled. I walked over to Will and took his arm, he was mine. I allowed him to hug his cousin goodnight, but then he wrapped his huge arm over my shoulder, claiming me. As we left, I waved goodbye to Marcella by wiggling my fingers at her without looking back. She knew that I knew what I was getting into with Will tonight.

Guns drove us to the Belmont section of the Bronx, often called thereal Little Italy. The night was soft and warm, we stepped out and Will took my hand as Guns left to park the car.

"This is our neighborhood," he said quietly. "It's always been mixed but it's primarily Italian ancestry. Virgil and I grew up here, on these streets, they've hardly changed in 40 years. We lived in adjoining buildings." He stopped, "Virgil's family lived here on the fourth floor." I snapped my eyes up to look at Virgil's past. I spent almost as many days here as I did there, he pointed next door to a 3-story apartment building. My mother and I lived in the basement apartment, down these steps."

He was quiet, I got the impression that he had never told anyone except maybe his ex-wife and maybe Sara, maybe. He wanted me to know where his roots were.

Will continued, "When I could, I purchased both buildings, Virgil is a partner in his old building, and I own this one myself. Guns lives in one apartment and does the maintenance that's required for both buildings. His office people handle the monthly paperwork. We take care of our buildings and the tenants in them. Many have lived here for 20 years or more."

William was hard to miss anywhere; William holding the hand of a small white woman was impossible to ignore. Everyone on the street would know it tomorrow.

He led me down the steps to his boyhood home, he had to duck to get under the concrete stairs. He unlocked the front door and allowed me to enter. I expected a cellar-like feeling but the ceilings were if anything slightly higher than normal. A man lived here, a fastidious man; I thought of Denzel Washington in theEqualizer. He could live here.

Everything was modern and seemed at first glance to be the latest models. There was zero litter anywhere; zero papers lying on tables; zero dishes in sight; there was a large brown leather sofa that Will could stretch out along, it wasverylarge sofa. A large brown leather recliner matched the sofa and several fabric-covered easy chairs completed the furnishings. In the dining room a solid wooden table had four wood chairs around it. The kitchen may not have been used in ten years or more. It was spotless, which is impossible.

When Will saw that I was done with my womanly inspection, he took my hands, "Angel, I would like you to spend as many nights with me as you possibly can. You're not only pretty but you are comfortable and secure in who you are. To me that is true strength. I've seen your physical strength in the two scenes you've done. I have also seen your quick recovery emotionally as well. That is sexy and arousing to me, it means that you have much more depth still to be sounded. I want to be the one who stretches your boundaries and plumbs your depths in every way."

I couldn't laugh in the middle of his tender words, but I had to think, you surely have the tool to do all the stretching and plumbing you could ever want, Will.

I had to be equally open, "Will you know that you stand out everywhere, people cannot take their eyes off you. Ever since you and Virgil walked in together at that restaurant and I saw you for the first time, something inside me has drawn me to you." I looked up at him as his presence loomed over me, "I want to discover what that something is that pulls me to you so strongly."

"If we are going to be together there must be order and there will be rules. Remove your clothes."

I shucked my jeans and thong in one movement, kicked off my Hey Dudes and pulled my tee shirt over my head, I was nude in less than 10 seconds.

"The first rule is when we are alone your first responsibility is to worship my cock and make it hard. You'll use your mouth, your hands, your tits, your face, your belly, you'll learn what pleases me."

I expected this tonight, and forever?

"The second rule is after you make my cock hard, you will then lick my ass, my ass crack and my asshole both to clean me and to keep my cock hard for as long as I tell you to do it. The idea of your beautiful white face and little pink tongue between my black ass cheeks is highly arousing. Your subservience is absolute."

This I wasn't expecting but I am all about being directed.

"The third rule is that I will use all three of your holes at any time I wish."

I may need to practice at home for this one.

"The fourth rule is your name when we arein sceneis 'filthy white whore.'"

It is what I am.

"The fifth rule is,in scene, you will call me Master."

I felt this already in my soul.

"The sixth rule is if we are together with other black men, you will always be naked. Any black man may touch you intimately at any time."