Quieting the Black Beast E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Brandy, a lonely, bored housewife can't help but be annoyed by her neighbor's loud rap music along with his wild parties throughout the day.  She can even hear women moaning in his backyard in the evenings and sometimes in the middle of the day!  When her husband is off to work, no doubt set to come home late again, she decides to head over to her neighbor's place and lodge a complaint.

Jordan, her neighbor, is busy pleasuring another woman when Brandy arrives.  She kicks out the woman and starts her complaints towards Jordan.  He takes it all in and surprisingly agrees to her requests to quiet down.  But as the two talk, Brandy can't keep her eyes off his rather impressive manhood.  As they continue to chat in his house, things start to get hot and naughty...

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Quieting the Black Beast

By Jane Snow

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Quieting the Black Beast

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I rubbed my forehead and rolled out of bed, feeling rather tired and angry.  My husband had already headed off to work.  I had actually forgotten what he looked like momentarily.  Whether he had grown out his beard or if he was clean shaved.  He had been busy for the past couple of months with work, going in early and coming home extremely late, usually when I had already fallen asleep.

We had plans to have kids but at this rate, it would have to be some sort of miracle.  I hadn’t seen his manhood in at least four months or so, and he hadn’t paid attention to the sexy lingerie I had been wearing here and there.  A sigh escaped my lips as I felt a small tremble rock the walls.

“Not again,” I groaned as I stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to the window of the master bedroom.

My neighbor had turned up his music yet again, a little earlier than usual, to my dismay.  Loud rap music echoed outside, the heavy bass trembling throughout.  I was unfortunately the closest neighbor to him, our plots of land awkwardly close together.  The other neighbors had a reasonable amount of distance between the homes, but they also didn’t complain because the neighbor was a rather large, muscular black man.

The predominantly white neighborhood I lived in seemed to fear him since he first moved in.  He had a habit of playing loud music and throwing wild parties late into the night.  I had even seen him having sex with a woman next to his large outdoor swimming pool.  Or at least I thought I had.

His patio and pool were visible from my master bedroom since it was high up on the third floor of our home.  It was dark when I had seen two figures in the night, but I could clearly hear the moans.  My crotch grew warm at the thought and I quickly shook my head and headed back to the bathroom to clean myself up.

“That’s it,” I grumbled as I turned on the shower.

It was the fastest shower I had taken, the water still cold as it washed across me.  I couldn’t help but shiver a bit as I lathered my hair in shampoo.  It finally warmed up as I rinsed it out and applied some conditioner, my emotions still running high.  Even from the shower I could feel the bass from his music rumbling through the room, and I could hear his rap song as it echoed along the tiled walls.

Each rumble made my blood boil and before I knew it, I was on my way out of the house, wearing whatever I had managed to grab.  As I walked nearer, the music grew louder and I could hear yelping and giggling from the backyard where his large pool was.  I knocked on his door, placing my left hand on my hips and tapping my foot as I waited patiently for him to answer.

After a couple of minutes, I knocked again, this time a bit harder.  Unfortunately there was no response.  I sighed and headed around his house to the fence and was surprised to see it wide open, allowing me to walk into his backyard.

The sounds of moaning, groaning, yelping and smacking grew louder as I walked past the fence.  I froze immediately as I turned my head and looked towards his pool.  There he was, my neighbor, slamming his hips back and forth while a white woman was on all fours, her hair being pulled as his thick black member slid deep into her.  My eyes were glued to the scene, staring at the massive rod between each powerful stroke.

“Oh my...”  I whispered.

The white woman turned her head and screamed.  I instantly recognized her; she was our babysitter, or more accurately, our ex-babysitter who had gone off to college.  My guess was that she was back for summer break.

“OH SHIT!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”  She screamed.

I remained silent, watching as she pulled away and grabbed a towel.  My black neighbor stood up, not even bothering to try and cover himself up as he walked towards me.  He didn’t look angry, just confused as he got close.

“Oh hey Brandy, what are you doing here?”  He asked.

My eyes kept glancing down to look at his stiff manhood bob up and down with each step.  I cleared my throat and quickly looked up, forcing myself to stare into his dark brown eyes.  In the background, I could see my babysitter struggling to get her clothes on.

“Jordan, I didn’t mean to barge in like this but you’ve been really loud and rowdy lately.  It seems to be getting worse and I have to step in,” I responded.

“My bad, I didn’t know my music was that loud,” Jordan replied as he glanced back at my former babysitter.  “Yo Samantha, I told you to keep it down,” he continued.

“Oh, don’t blame her!  And cover yourself for goodness sakes!”  I interrupted angrily.

“Damn, where my manners at, hey can you grab me a towel too?”  Jordan requested as he kept his attention on Samantha.

My eyes wandered once again, dancing around his powerful abs and down to stare at his manhood.  It was semi-erect and yet, it still looked massive.  Samantha sheepishly walked by and handed Jordan a towel.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Stokes, I didn’t realize anyone would be home,” she apologized.

“I really can’t talk to you right now, go on, get out of here,” I replied angrily.