WMD Ch. 03

"Love - love it," Riley huff.

"What a slut," Taliyah seethed. "I hope he fucks her so hard she can't go to work tomorrow. I hope it hurts."

"Like it rough?" Vlad said.

"Of course she does, Bro," Mikhail said quietly. "Listen to her howl."

"Yeeessss," Riley exhaled.

"You were dressed to fuck Chine tonight, weren't you?" Vlad led her along.

"Yeessss ... oh ... nooo," she gulped.

"Whore," Taliyah hissed yet again.

"Did you fuck him today?"

"I bet she did," Taliyah was getting steamed.

"Nooo ... Noooo," she howled.

"Lying cow," Taliyah grumbled.

"Let's go back upstairs," Mikhail gently tried to turn things around.

"I don't care," Vlad chuckled. "I'm fucking you now. Come here," I coaxed her along ~ out of sight of the two on the stairs.

Reluctantly, Taliyah let herself be corralled and taken back to her room.

"Ga-ga-ga," Riley choked. "God yes-yes-yes - give it to me."

Once inside, Taliyah began pacing angrily.

"He's fucking that sow," she grumbled. "He's fucking her good and that shit belongs to Brandy, not that cheating whore."

"He's fucking her so she won't be a BBC whore anymore," Mikhail said casually. "In the same way Brandy isn't Darius's pet bitch, Vlad is going to rip Riley apart and fix what ails her on the sexual front. Trust me. That is how it will work out."

"Trust you? You barely know anything about sex and women," she blasted him.

"Mom was a far bigger slut than anyone in this burgh and she knows all the tricks, lies and deceptions ... and she is confident that Vlad can get the job done."

"She's crazier than you are and that's saying something," she retorted.

Mikhail went back to the blanket and pillow he had on the floor, making ready to go back to sleep.

"That's what you are going to do?" Taliyah sounded bitter.

"What I plan to do is shut you up, fuck you, curl your toes and make you scream out my name while I force you into climax after climax," he said as he lowered himself to the pillow.

"I won't let you," she snarled.

"'Letting' wasn't part of the program, remember? You'll do it because you want to put me in my place and you think you can."

"Not likely," she groused. "You are never having sex with me again."

"That's okay. I'll have those precious memories to put me to sleep. The sweat pooling on your lower back, the muscles around your sphincter pulling back along my cock as I pulled out of you and then that sucking noise when I pushed back in. I owned your ass and that will never change."

"Son of a bitch," she snarled as she jumped on him. She was playing his game yet she was sure she could win it and shove her victory in his face. One of her knees hit the carpeted ground while the other drove painfully into his hip. Taliyah hauled back to slap his upraised left arm with her right. Her left hand landed on his right triceps, trying to keep him pinned down.

'Smack', came the first blow. The second one, he caught by his wrist and held tight. She shifted to her left, only to have that one snatched too. Foolishly, Taliyah went for the head butt, learning rapidly Mikhail had a head as hard as stone.

"Ow," she gasped. She was so distracted she missed him rising up and kissing her on the lips. He tried again, so she tried to bite him.

Taliyah kept struggling, but couldn't stop Mikhail from rolling them over so that he was on top. He paid for that advantage as he felt her stabbing her manicured fingernails into his right hand.

"Hrrrr..." he grumbled. He didn't let go, though. He tried to kiss her again and got a bitten lip for his troubles.

"Next time I'll bite off your tongue," Taliyah promised. She was also keeping her voice low so that this fight would remain just between the two of them.

"I'm willing to test that promise," he gave his best wolfish grin. Mikhail pressed his groin into hers. Taliyah had her legs around him, her ankles pressing into his ass. She was also dry humping his steel pole.

"Get the hell off of me," she glowered.

"Make me," he chuckled. Taliyah thrashed about, tried to bring his capturing hands within bite range and endeavored to buck him off with up thrusts of her hips - all to no avail. What she did accomplish was to get both of them very horny. Their quandary was Taliyah couldn't get him off of her and Mikhail couldn't further manipulate her unless he let go of an arm.

He let go of her left arm. She immediately slapped him with it, but that allowed Mikhail to roll them back over to where the painful leverage caused her to let go of her leg-lock around his hips. Mikhail also had a free hand. He used it to land a resounding smack on her clad bottom. A slap-for-spank exchange erupted between the two with Taliyah getting more turned on by the second. She knew he was getting into it.

She changed things up first, grabbing him by the chin.

"I am NOT your bitch, Boy," she taunted him. Mikhail's counter-ploy was to grab hold of one scrumptious ass cheek and give it a good squeeze.

"Yes you are," he laughed.

"I'm on top," she snarled.

"This gives me better access to your tits," he kept chortling. "I'm enjoying the view."

"I'm going to kill you," she seethed. Her hand dropped from his chin to his throat as she tried to throttle him. Mikhail's throat muscles flexed, giving her poor purchases. Mikhail took the opportunity to move his hand between the two cheeks and probe her anus through her shorts and panties.

"No you don't," she rumbled. "We are not doing that again," but her insistence sounded a bit weak, even to her ears.

"What are you saying?" he grew serious. "That was the best sex I ever had."

"I hope you enjoy the memories. That hurt and I'm ... stop that," she protested. Mikhail had moved his questing hand from outside the clothing to inside. He had a finger probing her sphincter in a flash.

Taliyah's hand went back to his jaw.

"I said stop that," she insisted at the same time she stopped trying to wiggle her ass away from the intrusion. Mik drew her higher up his body so that Taliyah's face was above his and her breasts were in his face. The real motive behind that action was revealed when he dipped his fingers further beneath her butt and penetrated her cunt with a finger.

"Oh, now you think you are going to get some of my pussy," she sneered. "Ain't happening. You had your chance this afternoon."

"Afraid you'll like it? Afraid you'll like it as much as you loved me forcing you this afternoon?" he teased her.

"Bitch ... I'll make you my Bitch, Mik. I don't need your dick," she countered.

"You know I like my Black Bitches quiet," he snorted. "You talk ..." Taliyah pressed her lips down on his, shoved her tongue between his teeth and waged war with his tongue before pulling back.

"You talk too much," she mocked him. Mikhail took his slick finger back to her puckered hole. This time he penetrated. Taliyah flinched, gasped then groaned.

"I hate you," she panted.

"I'm not particularly fond of you either," he grinned up at her.

"Liar," she huffed. "You are getting off on my body. I know your brother does."

"Vlad's got good taste in women," he radiated masculine charm. "I think mine is better."

"Damn right she is. This still doesn't mean I'm going to let you fuck me."

"You had better step up your game if you plan to stop me," he challenged her. Taliyah thrust down on his blood-filled tool and ground her vulva in. Mikhail could then switch up his hand so that his thumb was pressing into her bunghole and two fingers were pumping her twat. She was sticky-wet.

"Fuck you," she growled. She let go of his jaw, supported her weight with her free arm and propped her midsection up. That forced her shorts and panties down since Mikhail wouldn't release his finger-holds in her nether regions. Mikhail, sensing the change in her stratagem, let go of her right hand. Taliyah smirked down at him at the same time she shimmied out of her clothing. Mikhail quickly shed his boxers.

"Right pants pocket - condoms," he told her. Taliyah drew up short.

"When did you get them?"

"Vlad gave them to me," he answered. "I guess he keeps a supply around in case Brandy gets frisky." That was a carefully crafted lie. He knew they came from his mother. But telling Taliyah that would curtail his upcoming sexual romp.

"I'm on the pill."

"Do you trust it?"

"Your sperms not that strong," she countered.

"I'll have to give you a double ..." he got out.

"Shut up," she taunted him. "You talk too much. I like my white boys doing something else with their tongues."

"That's date three material," he chuckled.

"I'm not going to give you the choice."

"You talk too much. Less lip - more action."

She settled down on him, his cock pressed against his lower stomach while she wriggled over the base.

"I'm not sure I want to fuck you now," her voice dripped with sarcasm. "I don't do White boys." Mik shrugged. That flummoxed her, until he seized her lapse in caution to flip them back over, mounting her before she could push him off.

"Bastard," she grumbled. He still wasn't inside of her because his hands were too busy keeping her hands pinned over her head. That didn't stop him from humping her. When he went in for a kiss, she decided to get fierce instead of resisting. She chewed on his lower lip, twisted and wrestled with his tongue against his palate. They exchanged a soulful kiss that caused her to shiver from neck to tailbone.

Slowly, Taliyah's right leg worked its way up his left side until her knee passed her waist. She was now wide open and ready for some serious screwing. Mikhail released one of her hands and was promptly slapped. His hand went between them so he could line up his penis for penetration.

"I don't think so," she teased him. "This isn't going to happen."

With that declaration, Mikhail's cockhead rubbed up against her labia, teasing it from hood to perineum.

"Not my ass, you bastard," she glared.

"Fine, take off your shirt."

"Why should I do ... ah ... anything for you?"

"Woman, is it going to kill you to show me your tits again?" he complained.

"What is the magic word?" she taunted him.

"You are a sexy bitch," he rumbled.

"I was looking for 'please', but that will do," she snorted. Mikhail let go of her other hand allowing Taliyah to take off her top and bra together.

"Damn, those are some sweet ta-tas," he remarked.

"These?" she tantalized him by bringing her upper arms together, squeezing her bountiful mounds together and pushing them up.

"Yeah," Mikhail studied them.

"Get to licking," she demanded. Mikhail shot her a devilish look. He couldn't pump her and take in her boobies at the same time, so he had to slide down to take them both in. His suckling was ravenous, toothy and full of vigor. He not only lavished attention on her thick, dark brown nipples and areoles, he licked every inch of them, especially the bottom where she was salty with sweat.

Quickly she was writhing beneath him. She released her breast augmentation to pull him in tighter by grabbing his ear and using it like a steering wheel. Her left hand went between them and began stroking his aching cock, giving it a brutal yank every time his teeth got too sharp against her tender flesh.

"Yeah ... wooo ... yeah ... nice. Rashaan won't do this for me," she cooed.

Mikhail took that insinuation of a comparison to smoothly transition his hand back to her flank, gripping and kneading her perfect, muscular buttock.

"Oooohhh ... ahahhh ... that's it ... yes ... this is ... so wrong. I ... hate you."

"Hate - love - fucking is fucking, woman," he answered. "You are sensual," they maneuvered him into her molten, slippery folds, "and I'm hot for you. That's enough for me."

"This isn't going ... to become a ... aaahhh ... habit," she chuffed.

"I don't think so," he rebounded. "I kind of like this and I'm faster than you."

"Next time ... oh yeah ... I'll rip your nuts ... aaahhh ... off," she swore.

"I'll ...ugh ... take that under ... (grunt) ... advisement," he countered. "You feeling fucking awesome ... I have to do this again."

"Nooo you won't," she groaned. Mikhail began to delve deep into her depths, swiveling his crotch to make sure his cock rubbed as much of her vagina as possible. The more he fucked into her, the more Taliyah rebounded. She'd also finally shut up. She was having the best sex of her short life. None of the gang-bangs and private sessions with Rashaan could compare. She didn't know how to handle this.

Slowly the looks Brandy gave Vlad made haunting sense. If Vlad could fuck as well as his brother ... that would explain why she didn't want to give that White boy up. Taliyah feared she could get used to this. She already found Mikhail intriguing - strong, vicious and combative - fearless. He didn't give a fuck about what anyone thought. He wasn't even worried about what his brothers thought and did.

She really liked that - him not giving a shit - living up to his own expectations and those alone. Even his scary/spooky crazy mother didn't hold him back. Mikhail's rod was caressing, massaging - loving every inch of her vaginal love box.

"You are being awful quiet," he teased her.

"I thought you liked your Black bitches quiet, asshole," she shot back.

"I want to hear you scream," he laughed. Taliyah grabbed Mikhail's right shoulder and dug her fingernails in enough to cause him pain.

"How about you screaming, bastard?" she huffed. She was getting close and she took some of her erotic tension out on his flesh. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she covered her mouth and gave Mikhail the squirming and climax he wanted. He barely lasted seconds beyond her, his body tensing up as he drove into her harder and harder before his balls unleashed his torrents of cum.

Four - five - six times he erupted. They lay coupled together, both struggling for breathe, sweaty and exhausted.

"Get off me," she moaned. "You are heavy."

Mikhail snaked an arm underneath her then rolled over so that her weight was now on him.

"Oh, you think you are being clever," she griped. "I still hate you."

"I didn't fuck you to win you over. I fucked you because you are a cock-tease that I had to have. I could care less about your attitude," he zinged. She hit him on the chest. He laughed, so she hit him again. Finally Taliyah propped herself up, her elbows on his pectorals and her chin supported by her linked hands.

"Are you ever not a jerk?"

"I aim for consistency," he chuckled.

"I don't know how I'm going to put up with you," she mused.

"I imagine you will be constantly kicking my ass when I piss you off. That works for my brothers," he told her.

"Are you one of those masochist - a freaky jerk?"

"Not particularly. If you weren't so damn hot, I'd have dumped you by now."

"You are an infuriating ass," she sizzled. "Am I just a fuck toy for you?"

"I'm in your room in the middle of the night with your mother just down the hall ... yeah ... I'm so hard up for a screw that I'm putting up with all this fucked up shit," he remarked.

"A simple 'no' would suffice," she leaned in until they were nose to nose. Mikhail tilted his head slightly so he could lick her nose.

"Ewww ... now I have your slimy spit on my nose," she complained.

"You have another form of my bodily fluids in your cunt, Taliyah," he pointed out.

"You are about as romantic as a spit-cup [for chew tobacco]. Vlad gives a crap about Brandy. Why can't you give a damn about me?"

"Taliyah," Mik hesitated. "I'm sleeping on your God-damn floor. We are having sex on your God-damn floor and not your far more comfortable bed. If you are expecting sappy words, you are fucking the wrong Samsonov. You should have picked Alexander. He'd treat you like a lady."

"I would have, but he left," she lied. Alexander did nothing to engage her spirit and Mikhail resonated with her soul. Mikhail shrugged, rolled onto his side and let his penis slip out of her sex sleeve. She could feel some of his seed leaking out so she moved up, grabbed a Kleenex and cleaned herself off. She even took the precaution of hiding it beneath some other trash. There was no sense in having a fight with her Mother over her raping Mikhail on her bedroom floor.

She gathered up her panties and bra, putting them on while sitting on the edge of her bed. Mikhail took the break to retrieve his boxers. She wanted to lie down and try to order her thoughts about her Father - and Rashaan - and bitterly, about Mikhail. Mikhail took her by the hand and pulled her to his kneeling form.

"Lay down with me a bit," he demanded. She wanted to resist, except she was both physically and mentally tired.

Taliyah settled in by Mikhail's side. She rested in the crux of his arm, her head using his shoulder as a pillow. As sleep took her, she worried about what her Mother would say when she found them this way. She nodded off deciding she didn't care. Brandy had stolen her bit of happiness so why couldn't she seize some of her own?

Dominique leaned her back against the wall next to Taliyah's door, controlling her own breathing and recalling much of what had passed between her daughter and her enemy/lover. Woken up by the same erotic noises made by that slut, Riley, fucking that Samsonov boy, Dominique had stepped out into the hall just in time to see Taliyah leading Mikhail back into her room.

She had listened to most of their exchange, twice coming to the verge of storming in, acting offended and throwing Mikhail out on his ear. Both times, Taliyah's feisty retorts caused her to pull up short and silently urge her daughter on, to dominate the son of Gayle Fonteneau and make him perform. Instead, she and Mikhail had given as good as they each got, coupled like they belonged together and matched each other sexually.

Now her daughter was cuddling on the floor with the son of her family's nemesis, softly snoring her way to post-coital bliss. Dominique was wet between the thighs and had an itch she couldn't scratch. Had she not been so furious with Chinedu, she would have called him. Instead, she was alone ... and then the noise from downstairs picked up again.

{Riley's Ass and Dominque's Pleasure}

I had been working over Riley's labia and clitoris while she attempted to eat her plateful of ribs. She was huffing and puffing as she ripped through the last three.

"Let's go to the sofa," I said then licked her fingers clean.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time - as long as Dominique doesn't find out."

I led her to the sofa. She was expecting to recline on the furniture while I had other plans.

I pushed her behind so that she fell over the arm rest. Riley giggled.

"You like my ass?"

"There is a lot of you to like and I have something special in mind," I informed her. I knelt behind her, ran two fingers up her inner thigh and delved back into her sloppy cunt. I began kissing each butt cheek, working my way into her crack. With my left hand still working over her vaginal canal, I opened up her buttock with my right.

Running my tongue from her sweet secretions to her anus brought forth wanton moaning and hip gyrations. I went back and forth for several minutes until I sensed her on the cusp. I rapidly pumped my fingers into her cunt, pressing up with all my dexterity while driving my tongue into her rectum. She jumped, groaned loudly then flopped back down on the sofa.

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh," she labored on and on until her teeth clenched and she began grunting loudly. Her eruption caused her whole plump body to vibrate and quiver. I punctuated her latest outburst with a resounded pop to the ass. That spurred her on to greater vocalizations. I had her going for over a minute until she lay utterly helpless to my predations.

I went back to her sphincter, drilling in one finger slowly to the second knuckle. When that became less constrained, I worked in a second. When I went for the third, she mumbled something I couldn't make out.