Single Mom – Saving Mimi

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Single Mom – Saving MimiRochelle headed into the staff break room and pulled out her phone. She swiped to read the message from one of her best friends from college, Carmen Joseph. The text indicated that was a high priority so Ro placed the call.“Hey, girl,” Carmen answered exasperated.“What’s wrong, sweetie,” checked the physician.“It’s Mimi!”“What happened?”“She’s strung out.”“How did you find her?”“She still remembered my grandmother’s house number. She called and now here we are.”“What’s going on?”“She’s somewhere in Houston in a trap house. She got away or so she thought, but she needs some help.”“I’ve been on the phone all day with her sister. We can get her into a program, but her sister doesn’t have the money to get to her and back.”“I can send…”“No, girl,” interrupted the attorney. “I wanna go down there and get her myself. Can you meet me there and help.”“Sure! When are you going?”“In the morning.”“Let me get the boys situated and I’ll make plans. How are you getting there?”“I’m gonna drive. I can swing through Persopolis and pick you up.”“What time?”“Three or four in the morning.”“Yes, girl! I’ll go with you. How can I get in touch with Mimi?”“Thanks, Ro! I’ll text you the number she’s been calling from.”“Good. Thanks! Stay in touch.”“I will.”Rochelle disconnected the conversation, then texted Mrs. Mary, who served as an part-time nanny for the boys when needed. She explained as carefully as she could that there was an emergency she needed to handle with family. She also told the woman she needed her to make sure Coree and Jeramiah were fed and got to school for the next couple of days. She then made a call to her practice to request two days. They would back into six-day off stretch. Rochelle would worry about making them up later. She was truly worried about Mimi.Dr. Stewart was not on an official break, but she was dying to hear the voice of her other bestie from Notre Dame. She tapped the number.“Hello,” a sobbing Mimi answered.“Mimi! It’s Rochelle. Are you okay?”“No, Ro! I’m a mess. I need help!”“I talked to Carmen. We’re coming to get you. Just hold on.”“Thank you! I’m so sorry! I’m so ashamed.”“It’s okay. We can get through this. Are you in a safe place?”“I think it’s fine.”“Are you sure? I can send you an Uber and put you at a good hotel.”“I don’t think I need all that.”“I don’t mind, Mimi. You just let me know.”“Okay!”“I gotta get back to work. But I’ll be checking on you. Bye!”Rochelle slid the device back into the pocket of her lab coat. She thought back to her days in undergrad. Back when she was a college freshman named Ricky, she met Mimi and Carmen at the first event of the academic year hosted by the multicultural student union. Ricky was standing alone at the cookout when the two upperclassmen approached.“Hey, honey,” the shorter, brown-skinned one said.“Hi,” replied the first-year student.“Hey! I’m Carmen. And this is Mimi,” shared the taller, caramel girl.Over the course of the next few weeks, the three became fast friends. They were all effeminate Black bois with high intellect. They were also in the minority at the Congregation of Holy Cross school.Carmen, born Carlos, was from Jacksonville, Florida. Mimi, born William, hailed from Gary, Indiana.Over the course of time, Carmen and Mimi, two years ahead, helped Ricky transform and become confident in being Rochelle. Ro had spent many nights on the couch of the apartment her mentors shared. One night in particular, Rochelle was awakened by a rumbling at the front door.Ro got up to open the door. An athletic, inebriated, white guy named, Bobby was looking for Carmen. The statuesque karşıyaka escort sissy came running out of her bedroom to calm down the co-captain of the wrestling team and sociology major. Carmen led him down the hall. Eventually, Rochelle could hear the drunken dude going at it with her friend.“Fuck me,” whined Carmen.“Yeah, take this cock,” ordered Bobby.“Oh my god! That feels so good! Give it to me!”“That’s my Black boipussy, baby! Take my big white cock!”“Oh, daddy! You fuck me so good!”“Yeah, sexy! Love fuckin’ you. You take it better than my girlfriend!”“Oh, Bobby! Oh, Bobby!”“Yeah, sissy boi! I love fuckin’ your juicy ass.”“I wanna have you baby, Bobby!”The green-eyed, blond man said, “Yeah, pussyboi! We gonna make a pretty ass mixed baby!”“Oh, god!”“We’ll name him Bobby Junior.”“Yes, sir! Fuck me! Give me that big dick.”“Fuuuuuuck! I’m cummin’.” grunted the man.Rochelle lay there listening as she craved dick herself. When Carmen and Bobby reappeared, the houseguest pretended to be asleep. The well fucked tart let her beau out. Then she said, “Quit acting, Ro! I know you’re awake.”“Sorry,” Rochelle apologized.“It’s cool. I know we can be loud.”“A little,” the biology major laughed. Meanwhile, the two of them could hear commotion coming from Mimi’s room.A deep voice commanded, “Suck my dick, girl! Damn, that shit feels so good.” The guy with his seven incher down Mimi’s throat was on the basketball team and had snuck into the room via the window. He was unaware that Mimi’s gurl friends knew he was banging her on the regular. But, he was hooked on her cakes. “Get up and get on the bed. I’m ready to fuck that booty hole, bitch!”Mimi hopped up and tooted her bottom in the air. Number 24 moved behind her and slid in his rod.“Oh, shit,” cried the femboi.“Take it,” he ordered. “Gimme that ass!”“Yeah, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big Black dick!”“Ooh wee! Yo’ ass is so tight.”“You like that, muthafucka?”“Hell yeah, faggit! You gonna make me nut.”“Cum for me, nigga! Oh, I need it!”“Dammit, sissy! Here it comes!!!!”Ro and Carmen giggled as the heard the Negro slipping back out the window.Back to the present day, Rochelle had a lot on her mind. She believed there was enough food in the house the last her sons a few days. Plus she would leave Mrs. Mary some cash for incidentals or delivery. She stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few more items just to make sure the growing boys would not starve.When Rochelle arrived at home, her sons were still at school. She unloaded the car and went to shower. The younger brother made it home first since his football season was over. The older one played varsity and had practice.“Hey, Jere,” she said. “How was your day.”He set down his backpack by the kitchen island and opened the fridge. “Pretty good, ma! How was yours?”“It was good. And busy. I’ve got to take an emergency trip tomorrow.”“What’s wrong?”“A friend from college really needs my help. I’ll just be gone a couple days and I’ll be right back.”“I hope your friend’s okay, ma!”“She will be, but she can certainly use our prayers.”“I got you.”“What sides do you want for dinner?”“What are we having?”“I threw some drumsticks in the slow cooker before work.”“That’s wassup. Can we get some creamed corn and those carrots you make?”“Sure, sweetie!”Rochelle began pulling the ingredients she needed. Jeramiah camped out the breakfast nook table and started his homework. She stepped away to take a phone call from Hugo. “Hey there,” she said softly.“Hey, beautiful lady! How’s it going,” the Canadian inquired.“I’ve got a close friend in need and escort karşıyaka I’m heading outta town early in the morning.”“Oh no! Everything gonna be alright?”“I think it’ll work out in the end. She’s got some addiction issues.”“Damn! That’s tough. Anything I can do?”“Not really. I’m just trying to get things together for the boys for the next couple of days until I get back.”“Do I need to drop by or take them anywhere. I seriously don’t mind, Ro.”“That’s very kind. They can really take care of themselves for the most part. I’ve got a lady from church that’ll be keeping an eye on them.”“That’s good! I’m here if you need me.”“Thanks again! You wanna come over around 11:00.”“Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you then.”Dinner was ready by the time Coree Stewart arrived at the house. Jeramiah gave grace The family of three sat at the table and enjoyed the morsels. Rochelle explained the plan for the next few days to the boys. They appeared fine with conducting themselves appropriately without her. She reiterated that they should call her anytime if they needed her. She took a pause to give thanks to God for the life she had. Her sons cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher once they finished eating. Rochelle decided to assist them before retiring to her bedroom. She turned on the faucet and pulled out her douching kit. She wanted to start getting ready for Dr. Hugo’s arrival.Meanwhile in Cincinnati, Carmen was throwing some clothes and toiletries into her muted pink Rebecca Minkoff weekender duffel bag. She had also taken the liberty of sitting out Malone’s graphite and blue Under Armour backpack which he would use to carry his belonging.The thirty-four year-old, five-foot-six Malone had moved in with the slightly older and taller Carmen seven months ago. Things went incredibly well after their first meeting through an online hookup ad site at a swanky boutique hotel. He fucked her for nearly thirty minutes in multiple positions with his huge nine-inch dick.Carmen was hollering, “Fuck this goddamn boipussy, nigga!”Malone instructed his vixen, “Shhhh! Baby! All the neighbors gon’ hear.”“I don’t give a fuck! Give me that big nigga dick, daddy!”“Oh shot, bitch. Where you been my whole life!”“Waiting for this big dick, nigga! Give it to me!”The former soldier huffed and puffed after he eventually nutted. He loved that Carmen jumped off the bed and returned with a warm rag for him to wash off his nuts.“Damn, you perfect, baby,” gasped Malone. “I’m still outta breath boo.”“Thanks, sweetie! You were pretty amazing yourself,” admitted Carmen.“Whew!”“That dick was so good. I’d love to see you again.”“Bet, baby! I gotta get back home. Sorry to run.”“It’s okay.”“Yeah! I’m moving out from the apartment with my girlfriend. Uh, ex-girlfriend. That shit been stressin’ me out. You took care of that.”“I understand. Just hit me back. You have my number.”“I definitely will. You gon’ be free tonight or in the mornin’?”“Yes I will. What time do you wanna come back.”“Bout five or six. That cool?”“Yes, sir. Just hit me up.”Malone got dressed and left. Carmen was mind-blown by the sex. The employment law attorney swore right then and there that this sexy, short, nice, conversational man would be hers. She saved him in her prepaid sissy burner phone as ‘BIG D Short Dude’. Back to present day, Carmen heard the door of the two-bedroom, two-bath condo she owned open. She knew it was Malone getting in from his job as an armed security guard.“Hey, baby! I’m back here,” yelled the forty year-old transwoman.“Hey, sexy! You doin’ okay,” checked the dark-skinned man.“I’m karşıyaka escort bayan alright.”He hugged her. “It’s gon’ be okay. We goin’ down there to get her and it’s gon’ work out.”“Thank you so much for doing this.”“Don’t thank me. You my wife. I’ll do anything for you.”Carmen kissed him and began to unbutton his pants. Malone pulled off Carmen’s t-shirt exposing her 36C titties. He started suckling her nipples.Soon, Carmen was on her knees with her man’s hefty meatstick in her mouth.“Damn, boo! Get dat shit wet! Spit on it,” Malone coached her.Carmen complied with the order. “Lollipop dat muthafucka,” barked Malone.Soon they were on the plush California king bed. Malone placed his lovely lady on her back. He entered her as she winced. “Oh, daddy,” wailed Carmen.“This pussy so good,” remarked Malone. “I love you, girl!”“I love you too!”“You love this dick too?”“I love it so much, baby!”“You know I be thinkin’ bout dis pussy all day!”“Oh fuck me, nigga!”“Gimme dat tranny pussy, bitch!”Carmen was lost from her thoughts while her Negro pummeled her booty hole. They embraced tightly until Malone nutted deep inside her guts.Down at Rochelle’s house, the homeowner changed into a pair of red fishnet stockings and black lace boyshort panties. She put on her bathrobe to cover it all up. She walked into the family room to wait for her beau to arrive. She heard rumbling in the kitchen so she called out, “Coree. Jere. Who’s there?”“It’s me, ma,” replied Coree walking into the great room.“What are you doing, son,” inquired the mother of two.“I needed a snack.”“Oh okay.”“What time are you leaving?”“Around 3:00.”“I’m surprised you’re still up then.”“I got a lot on my mind right now.”“It’s gonna be okay, mom. This lady is lucky to have a friend like you.”“That’s so sweet. Thanks!”Coree moved closer to give Ro a hug. She looked at his sizable dick print as he stepped away from her. She hoped he had not noticed her fishnets. The young man went back to get his food. He fixed a turkey and roast beef sandwich with tomato, lettuce, mustard and mayo. He added a mountain of chips to the plate and went back to his bedroom. His dick was now pitching a tent in his green performance pants. He walked into his bedroom and pulled up some tranny porn on his iPad. Coree ate and jerked off watching some random nigga fuck a big tittied Black T-girl.Hugo texted that he was turning down the street. Rochelle let him know that the door was unlocked. The tall, biracial man walked inside the house. He greeted the sexy woman with a hug before she led him to the master bedroom. He was barely across the threshold when he started stripping down. He grabbed her as she removed her robe. They liplocked as he fondled her juicy derriere. “I missed you,” he confessed.“I’ve missed you too,” Rochelle smiled.“I’m not trying to keep you up too long. I don’t wanna rush either. But I’m hard as fuck,” he announced putting her hand on his package.“I understand. Give me that D.”“Love it when you talk like that, baby!”Rochelle sucked his cock and then bent over so he could eat her ass. Hugo munched on the clean, hairless booty hole. Rochelle cooed with delight. He said, “I’m ready to fuck that boipussy!”“Fuck it, daddy! Give me that big Ethiopian dick!”“Oh yeah! This shit is tight! I love fucking you!”“You like it, baby?”“Hell yeah! Take that dick, baby girl!”Hugo pounded away and after five minutes busted a load larger than he ever had before. “I know you gotta be up soon. I can leave now.”“Thanks, handsome!”“Keep me posted on how it goes. And let me know if I can help with the boys in any way.”“You’re so sweet. I’ll do that.”Rochelle fell asleep. Her alarm went off at 2:30 a.m. She texted Carmen to see if they were close. A reply came very shortly thereafter stating they were twenty minutes away. Rochelle slid in a lounging outfit and waited for Carmen and Malone to arrive. She was ready to save Mimi.

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