Godsend 8: The Value of a Woman (Godsend Short stories Series) by K. Elliott Page B

of his clothes.

Chapter 3
     
    CHARELLE HAD A THICK LATHER of shampoo in her hair while she stood under the shower head rinsing it all out. Her eyes were closed as she used her fingers to comb the suds out of her hair.
    Echo slid the shower door open and stepped inside the large shower area. The bathroom was so large that it had a bathtub to the left of the shower. He made sure she could hear the shower door close. She kept humming some song, so Echo eased up behind her, ass-naked, and made the head of his erect dick kiss her ass.
    Charelle’s ass was plump, like one that belonged to most women in rap videos, and her waistline was small. She said, “I think you might have to get me a towel. One little soap bubble just went in my eye.”  She laughed. But nothing was going to be funny in a few seconds.
    Echo slapped her ass cheek with his dick and saw her wet, pretty ass jiggle. He grabbed her small waist with both hands then thought about something. Is this rape? She hadn’t told him no, but she hadn’t told him yes, either. Charelle wasn’t even a suspect, so he really didn’t want to hurt her in any way.  She was an innocent woman who had once worked for the Echelon Escort Service.
    Charelle parted her legs and tooted her ass up against Echo’s dick. She said, “I guess I’ll have to wait two more minutes before I can get this soap out of my eye.”
    Echo was decided now. The woman had gapped her legs and had backed up to him, an invitation to fuck by any man’s judgment. He kept one hand on her waist then used his left hand to guide his erection inside her pussy. Just the head for now. He delivered three short strokes and thought about pushing all ten inches up in the woman.
    Charelle said, “Ooh, that feels....perfect.”  But now she felt as if all the suds were out of her hair.
    Echo kept looking down at her large ass, which seemed to vibrate with each short stroke. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered in an airy voice, “Keep your eyes closed, no matter what. Okay?”
    “Yes,” she said. And then she felt, who she thought was her boyfriend going deeper and deeper. The fit was amazing to her. She smiled and assumed Marco was wearing some sort of male-connection dildo. “Oooh, Marco!”  But the damn thing felt so real to her.
    Echo was all the way in now. His strokes were deep, and with both hands on her waist again, he kept slamming his lower mid-section against her soft, wet ass. The constant skin-slapping and the spraying water sounded erotic to both of them. He was trying to quickly reach his climax, because the fun would be over if she ever--
    Charelle opened her left eyelid to see if the shampoo would still burn.. When she saw black hands and feet, she screamed unbearably loud as she lunged forward. She banged against the shower wall and fell to the tiled floor. She quickly turned around, shrinking  away from the black stranger.
    Echo stood before her, dick swaying a little, and said, “You were screaming like you got yours; work with me another minute so I can get mine.”
    Charelle yelled out for her boyfriend.
    “Marco’s sleeping right now. You hurtin' my ears with all that yelling.”  He looked down at his dick. It was losing altitude. “I’m investigating the Echelon. You used to be a call girl for them, so I know you’ve seen one of these before. Can I get one more minute up in youbefore we talk about the Echelon?”
    “No!  Of course not. You just raped me.”
    “How the fuck I raped you?  You backed up on my dick, even told me to get in the shower with you. If I was raping you, do you really think you would be on the floor while I’m standing here with a deflating dick?”

Chapter 4
     
    Charelle got up from the shower floor. Her long, slick hair and C cup breasts had apparently aroused the black man’s dick again. She stayed under the shower head, with one arm trying to cover her breasts and the other covering her bald crotch. “If you’re here to question me,