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  MY HUSBAND’S WHORE

  By Racquel Williams

  Copyright © 2015 by Black Destiny Publications

  Published by Sullivan Productions, LLC

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First and foremost, I give all praises to Allah. Without him, none of this would be possible. I am forever grateful and definitely blessed.

  To my Mom Rosa, thank you for being there through everything.

  To Carlo; you know words can never explain how much you mean to me. I appreciate you

  To my sister Papaya; thanks for having my back. I love you.

  To Danielle Marcus, I am so blessed and grateful that our path crossed. I look forward to many more years of success and laughter.

  To Stacey Thomas, and Ebonee Abbey. I appreciate the love and support, I get from you ladies. I am forever grateful.

  To Ambria Davis, even though you drive me crazy, I love you lol.

  To Kiera Northington, thank you. You’re a great editor and friend.

  To Tasha Bynum and Sharlene Smith, thanks for the constant promotion of my work. I appreciate you ladies.

  To my readers that have been rocking with me, no matter what I’m going through, please know I appreciate y’all; Rhea Wilson, LaTanya Garry, Barbara Morgan, Dawn Jackson, Cherri Johnson, Mary Bishop, Kendra Littleton, JoAnn Hunter-Scott, Toni Futrell, Priscilla Murray, Joyce Dickerson, Nola Brooks, Beverly Onfroy, Erica Taylor, Yvonne Covington, Evelyn Johnson , Johnne Johnson, AkiaKiaBoo Porter Dessiree Ellison,QianaDrennen,Donica James, Cherita Price, RedgirlPettrie, Jane Pennella, Lisa Borders-Muhammad, Alexis Goodwyn, Mellonie Brown, Tonya Tinsley, Pam Williams, Tammy Rosa, Venus Murray, Shann Adams, Nancy Pyram, Tina Simmons, Patricia Charles, Temmiyyia Davidson, Nicki Williams Kenia Michelle, Jenise Brown, Kysha Small, Suprenia Hutchins, MzNicki Ervin, Trina McGuire, Rebecca Rogers, Rita King, Stephanie Wiley, Stacey Phifer Mills, Tera Kinsley-Colman and Kesia Ashworth-Lawrence.

  To my readers out there, too many to name. Thanks for rocking with me.

  To the Literary Divas of Spartanburg, ladies I appreciate the support y’all have given me. I am forever grateful.

  Shout out to the Sisters of Essence Book club; Eva Lee, Sonja Cooks and the other ladies. I appreciate the love y’all have shown me.

  Shout to all my family in the US, Canada and England, too many to name. I love y’all.

  Shout out to my BDP and Sullivan Production family. I appreciate y’all.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Destiny Clarke

  I put over ten years of hard work and dedication into my marriage and I’ll be damned if I was going to let one of these lower-level whores mess up my happy home. See, I wasn’t your regular stay-at-home wife. I’ve busted my ass, working side-by-side with my husband to get his firm started, and I had all intentions to reap the benefits that were to come.

  In order to understand my way of thinking about men and their whorish ways, you have to first understand how it all started. First, let me introduce myself; I was given the name Destiny by my sperm donors. I was born in the early eighties, right around when the crack epidemic hit hard. My parents were crack addicts and their sorry behinds didn’t want me around, so they gave me up for adoption.

  Shit, that was cool with me, because my new parents were everything that a child needed; or so I thought. I was their only child, because unfortunately my mother couldn’t conceive. The love I got from her was real, I’ve never felt like we were not blood and up to this day, she’s still as beautiful in my eyes. They were not wealthy; we were what most people considered middle class. I can honestly say I‘ve never went without and for that, I am forever grateful.

  See, my mother was one of those old-fashioned women that stayed at home while the husband worked. He was a military man and by the time I got older,he was retired with honors. I thought it was good to have him around full-time, but that would soon prove wrong. His attention soon turned to me. By this time, I was a teenager with the body of a woman; this must’ve caught Daddy’s eyes, because I became his personal whore. Every night after Mama went to bed; he’d sneak in my bedroom, cover my mouth with one hand, and get on top of me, sliding his cock in my virgin pussy. I used to cry, but eventually I stopped. I would just lay there and take it, until he would pull out and bust all in my face. I remembered the first time that bastard forced his cock in my mouth. I bit it so damn hard that he slapped my face.

  “Bitch, I will kill you, if you ever say a word,” that bastard often warned me.

  “Shit, it would be so much better than you fucking me,” I snarled.

  I thought about suicide, but I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to tell Mama; because of fear that she wouldn’t believe me, and they would return me to foster care. I dreaded that place, so I kept my mouth shut and he kept on having in-house pussy. All along, however, I was planning his murder.

  I thought I had it all figured out. Mama was asleep early, as usual. I knew the bastard was going to be in my room shortly. I didn’t wait on him to come; instead, I got up and went to the kitchen, made him a cup of tea and made me one. I walked over to the den where he spent most of his time. He looked up and smiled as he saw me approach.

  “Hey honey, you look amazing.”

  I smiled and handed him his cup of tea. I watched as he drank it. I sat across from him with my legs wide open, showing my fresh young pussy. I knew he couldn’t help himself as he started to lick his lips, with saliva dripping down his mouth.

  He then got up and approached me. My heart raced, but I remained cool. He tried to touch me, but I grabbed his hand.

  “No Daddy, you relax; it’s my time to show you what I’m made of.” I looked at him in a seductive manner.

  “That’s my baby; I knew you’d finally see things my way.” He grinned wickedly.

  I didn’t respond, I pushed him on the couch and unbuttoned his pants, releasing his wrinkled smelly cock. I closed my eyes and started to lick on the tip of it; his groans were getting louder and that gave me the motivation to suck harder. I took his full cock into my mouth and devoured it. About five minutes later, his moans got quiet; I raised my head and noticed the fool had fallen asleep, from Mama’s sleeping pills that I’d crushed earlier and put in his tea. I got up off my knees and wiped my mouth off. I pulled out the big butcher knife that I took out the cabinet earlier and stood over him. I put it to his chest, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Tears filled my eyes as I turned to leave, but rage developed inside of me. I turned back around, grabbed his cock and made a clean cut. He woke up screaming bloody murder as he lunged toward me.

  “You little bitch, come here, I’m going to kill you!” he yelled.

  I dropped the lifeless cock on the rug and ran as fast as I could. Mama heard the commotion and came out looking.

  I locked myself in my room until I heard the police banging on my door. I opened it, still shaking, from seeing all that blood. Deep inside, I was happy that he was cock-less and he wouldn’t be forcing that shit inside of me anymore.

  I was questioned by the police. That’s when I broke down and told them about how Daddy had been fucking me for years. I was only twelve years old and had no charges brought against me because Mama surprised everyone and backed up my story. However, the authorities ordered me to undergo mental hea
lth counseling. I heard they were not able to put his cock back into place, so it was safe to say that bastard wouldn’t be fucking another helpless child.

  Mama got a divorce from him and we moved from White Plains to Mount Vernon, a neighboring city.

  I graduated high school and went on to nursing school, eventually getting my license as a registered nurse.

  My life as a woman would never be the same, and men would soon realize that I, Destiny Clarke, was not to be fucked with. Welcome to my world, where you will respect me or get the hell on!

  Hassan Clarke

  Man, I ain’t goin’ lie; ever since I was born, I felt like I was God’s blessing to these bitches. I ain’t conceited or nothing like that, but I had the looks, my tongue game was fire, and God blessed me with a big dick that most women would kill for. I learned early on from my pops, if you eat that pussy up and lay the dick on her, she will appreciate you and do whatever it is that you want her to do. I watched as Mama washed, cooked and cleaned the house every day and all Pops had to do was fuck her good. I knew when I grew up that I wanted to be just like my daddy.

  I always kept a bad bitch by my side. Don’t get me wrong when I say bad; she had to have her own place, and her own damn money. I wasn’t into the business of tricking on no hoe. The way my dick game was set up, these bitches had to pay me to come over and fuck them.

  See, I wasn’t no bum-ass nigga. I kept a job. I knew that I had to have a backup plan, just in case one of these bitches gets totrippin’. I was happy when I landed the job at the hospital. Shit, a year earlier I had taken the certified nursing assistant class and got my little certification. I didn’t mind cleaning shit or cleaning up after a muthafucka, because my goal was to save up enough money to pay for law school.

  Yes, you heard right—law school. I’ve always had a mouthpiece that could get me out of any situation. Mama always said I would make a great lawyer. I agree, because I done talked myself out of many sticky situations before, especially when I got caught cheating.

  ***

  I was tired of fucking the bitches around the way. Don’t get me wrong, these hood bitches kept a wet pussy and a mean head game. Shit, most of the bitches that I fucked with could cook up a good meal,the kind of meals that kept a nigga coming back for more. All that shit wasn’t enough; I wanted more. Matter of fact, I wanted a professional woman; you know, the ones that owned their home, drove a nice car and have a degree in some kind of shit. Yes, that’s my definition of a bad bitch. I wasn’t even worried about if she had good pussy or not. I got some hood bitches with that wet-wet.

  God must’ve been listening to me, because as soon as I started working at the hospital, I laid eyes on one of the nurses there. Man, she was a bad little bitch. Nice shape, fat ass, and a cute face. At first, I kind of blew it off. I thought to myself, there’s no way I could pull this one off. That feeling soon disappeared and I was back to my usual self.

  I started out slowly. I didn’t want to seem too thirsty. As time went on, I gave her little nods here and there. I smiled at her and was always polite. I was reeling her in before I went in for the kill. At first this bitch behaved like she was too good for the kid, but I paid her no mind. I knew it was only a matter of time, before I got up in them drawers.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Destiny Clarke

  I met Hassan, when I was working at Westchester Medical Center as a registered nurse. He was a nurse’s aide on the floor that I worked. He was a handsome brother, but definitely not the type I would’ve dated. Nothing stood out about him; and it surely didn’t help that his occupation was to clean shit. This meant he got around ten dollars an hour- pocket change to me. That chump change could barely buy one of my purses. My pussy was high maintenance. So he needed more than that little job to keep me satisfied! I wasn’t a gold digger, because I worked every day to make sure I maintain a certain lifestyle, but I was also no fool. I wanted a man with a big cock and some damn money in his pocket.

  Nevertheless, I could tell he was flirting with me, always complimenting on my looks. I remained polite, making sure I never crossed that line with him. He was very persistent and I had an idea that this fool wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.

  One day while walking to my car, I heard some fool hollering my name. I turned around and noticed it was Hassan.

  “Ms. Destiny, hold on a minute. Lemme rap with you real quick.” He jogged toward me.

  I stopped in my tracks and mumbled under my breath, “What the fuck this fool want?” I wanted to get the hell home after working this twelve-hour shift; my damn feet were killing me and I was not in no mood to entertain a man.

  “How may I help you?” I tried to sound polite.

  “Ms. Destiny, you know I’ve been feeling you; you know, you are everything that a man could ever want in a woman.” He grinned, displaying his set of pearly whites.

  I placed my hand on my hip and gave him that look that said,“Cut the bullshit out. What the fuck, you really want?”

  “You just goin’ stand there and don‘t respond. Dang,give a brother a break.”

  “Hassan, how old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-four, but I’m a grown man.”

  “I bet you are, but I’m not looking for a man; furthermore, you’re still a baby and I am not no damn babysitter. You know what I mean?” I said and proceeded to walk off.

  “Damn! That was harsh; you must been with the wrong kind of man. I am a different breed though, trust me; you’ll see. I promise, I’m going to show you.”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t have a man nor am I looking for one. I am fine just by myself.”

  “Damn Ma, I just want to take you out on one date, if you don’t like it, then I’ll leave you alone. I promise.” He looked at me with his big brown eyes.

  I felt something inside of me shiver. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, and definitely not with a boy, but here he was, asking me for a date, shit, I might as well. I was tired of always being in the house by myself. I was a workaholic and when I wasn’t at the hospital, I was home. Every other weekend me and my childhood girlfriend Amiya, usually go out for dinner and drinks. That sums it up for my personal life. I haven’t had any cock in a while and I was getting tired of fucking myself

  “Alright, we can go on one date and no pressure; trust me if you step out of line, I will fuck you up. You hear me?” I warned.

  “Hold up! It’s only a date; you behaving like we about to get hitched or something,” he said, and we busted out laughing.

  We exchanged numbers and set up the date for the following weekend, which was my day off. He walked off in full speed like he’d just hit the lotto.

  I shook my head as I walked off, entered my Chrysler 300, and pulled off. I smiled to myself, I see I still have it, I thought. Boy, this little nigga didn’t know what I had in store for him.

  ***

  Our date night was slowly approaching and I was a little excited, haven’t been around a man for the last year. I couldn’t lie; I missed getting fucked on the regular, but I prefer to keep fucking myself, instead of settling for these low, lying-ass men running around NY. I deserved to be treated as a queen.

  I heard my phone ringing while I was cleaning up. I answered it and it was Hassan on the other line.

  “Hello Hassan, how are you?”

  “Hello Ms. Destiny, I just want to know if you could pick me up?”

  “Huh?” I asked to make sure I heard right.

  “My cousin was supposed to give me a ride to the diner, but he called and cancelled at the last minute. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “No I don’t mind, give me your address.” I took the address and hung the phone up.

  Bullshit, I lied. I did mind; this nigga didn’t have a car. What the fuck! I wondered if he lived with his mama too. Oh hell no, he was definitely not my kind of man. I wasn’t a taxi service and I won’t be driving this fool around. I should’ve cancelled our date, but something about him seemed too intriguing.
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  ***

  I drove to Fourth Street to pick him up. I was shocked to see him walk out of a house with the paint almost gone on the outside. To be honest, the house appeared to be abandoned. I watched as he walked toward the car. He had cleaned up pretty well. I guess he was trying to impress me and it paid off, because when he got in the car and sat down, I wanted to reach over and tongue him down. I was a lady however, so I contained myself.

  Our first date went well. I thought I’d have to pay for our meal, but he paid the tab. That was definitely a plus and he was also a gentleman; he opened the car door for me and everything. These were small things, but it meant a lot to me.

  I pulled up at his building and stopped. I noticed he sat there, looking at me.

  “Well, thanks for dinner. I really enjoyed myself. You are pretty cool.”

  “So this is it? The night is still young; come on up, let’s watch a movie or something.”

  My mind was telling me no, but my heart was telling me yes. I had to admit it; my pussy was begging to go.

  “Alright, let me park, but you better not be on no slick shit.”

  “Man, don’t do that. I’m a standup dude. If you ain’t giving me the pussy, I ‘ont want it.”

  “Mm Hmm,” I said, and got out the car.

  I was kind of nervous going up in his apartment, but I had my mace on my keychain, so I was ready in case anything popped off.

  His apartment was a little one bedroom, but you could tell that he was a neat freak, because nothing was out of place. You know my nosey ass was paying attention to everything. He poured me a glass of cheap wine and he took out a Heineken. We sat on the couch in the living room talking about all kind of things. He kept pouring wine and I kept drinking. It didn’t take long for me to start feeling the buzz; I felt good, so I laid across the couch and placed my legs on him.

  “Come here,”he pulled me up toward him.

  “Why, what you doing?”