Secret Plans

"I wonder what they're talking about," Sarah says softly, as our Game of Thrones episode drowns out the bass in the two mens' voices. King Joffrey is making an enemy of his fiancee Sansa, but all I can think about is my own drama.

Our two guests had been shut away in Darnell's room for a couple hours, and Sarah wasn't the only one a little concerned. RJ had said not to trust Darnell with my valuables. What did he know that I didn't? Was Darnell secretly a thief? Did he lie to Sarah for all those years? Were we stupid to trust him?

All these thoughts bounce around inside my head for a while, until we're deep into the next episode. During one of the sex scenes, I can feel a hand moving beneath the blanket, sliding up my thigh until its fingers find my cock and wrap around it. As she squeezes it firmly, massaging it, I let out a little groan of pleasure.

Looking over at Sarah, she's keeping a straight face, but after a few seconds I catch her biting her bottom lip excitedly. Within a few seconds, my dick has grown to its full 5 inches. With her hand slowly traveling up and down my shaft, I lean back a little and spread my legs to let her work, but that's when I hear both men laughing loudly about something. There's a noise behind the guest room door, and I quickly adjust myself to hide the raging erection my girlfriend gave me.

The door to the guest room opens after a moment and a hazy white smoke cloud rolls out, followed by the two black men, their eyes all red and puffy. An odd smell, earthy and herbal and kind of skunky, spreads over the living room as the two men look happily at the two of us cuddling on the sofa.

"...Sup?" asks Darnell, with an odd, goofy smile. The face he gives me makes me think he's high on something; but there's no way he would do **** in front of his parole officer. They probably both have allergies... right?

Sarah, however, doesn't seem concerned at all. "Just watching some TV. Did you boys have a nice chat?" Her smile is warm and beautiful, like the rest of her, and I briefly catch RJ leering at her. I couldn't blame him, but I was ready for him to leave.

RJ gives her a chuckle, his big eyes roaming over us on the couch as his fat belly wobbles. "Yes ma'am, yes ma'am we did. Darnell's gon' behave himself and I'll be back next week to check on him. If y'all have any trouble with him, let me know. I'll give ya my card..." The big man pulls out a dirty white business card, stained from some sort of greasy fast food. It reads:

REGINALD JONES, JR.
LICENSED PAROLE OFFICER

It's a simple card, and beneath the lettering is RJ's cell phone number.

"Any time, even late at night, call me if you have any issues with him. But I think y'all are gonna enjoy having him here." He finally waddles his way to the door as Sarah and I stand up politely to say goodbye.

His handshake with Sarah lingers a little longer than I prefer, but when I shake his hammy hand, the obese officer pulls me in close to his massive body. I can smell that earthy, herbal smell again as the taller man looks down into my eyes. He leans in extremely close so he can whisper into my ear.

"... keep your eyes on that nigga over there. I seen him messing around with a wedding ring in there... and I know it ain't his..." My blood runs cold as I look up and meet his eyes to see he's not lying. He gives me a quick clap on the back as he heaves his obese body out the door and over to his Cadillac sedan before he drives off.

I go back inside, and Sarah is back on the couch. Darnell is standing in his doorway, and both are engrossed in a sex scene playing out on the screen. On the TV, Prince Oberyn and his lover are having sex with 3 other people in a brothel, a pretty hot scene. I can see the focus in Sarah's eyes as she watches the bodies writhe around together, her own lust hidden just beneath the surface. My cock throbs for a moment, a memory of the brief handjob Sarah just gave me.

But when I look over to Darnell, I realize he's watching me back. His dark brown eyes stare deeply into my own, like he's expecting me to do something. As he keeps staring, I feel my heart race inside my chest and have to look back at the screen, where bodies are writhing and grinding in passion.

Suddenly, Darnell makes an announcement. "Ay, so I wanna chill with y'all tonight... to thank you and celebrate my freedom and shit." We both look over to him, not sure where he's going with this. His broad lips crack into a smile.

"Let's play some poker."