At long last the conclusion to Michelle and the Trash Men. If you haven't read the previous chapters this one stands on its own but you may want to in order for the pieces to completely fit.
Enjoy
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Michelle heard knocking at the door immediately followed by Lil Shit barking his tiny 4 pound Maltese bark. 'Who the heck could that be?' she thought to herself as she wrapped the bath sheet around her tucking it under her right arm not having time to wrap it full around her and tuck it into itself. It was Saturday and she'd allowed herself to sleep in late. Her hair was wet and her body red from the steaming hot shower she had just finished as she walked to the door. As she reached it LS was beside himself alternately barking at the door and then turning the front part of his body around looking up at her as if asking if he was doing a good job. Michelle reached down to pick him up knowing this would stop the barking but as she did the bath sheet fell from under her arm and slid down her backside to the floor. Picking it up and starting to wrap it around herself again she saw Leroy in the window watching her in her predicament smiling and just shaking his head. She couldn't help but smile her embarrassment away holding LS with her left arm as she opened the door with her right.
"Leroy, what a surprise. What brings you here?"
"I came to finish up the job Miss Michelle. Couldn't leave a lady in distress." His baritone voice soothing her as he spoke. God she loved the sound of his voice. "Thought I'd let you know I was here before I got started."
"Thank you Leroy. I appreciate that." Michelle responded Lil S squirming wildly which had the effect of shaking the towel loose enough that her right breast was almost completely exposed. "It seems I'm petty much disheveled every time you come over." she said not able to pull the towel up with her hand full of squirming dog and Leroy towering over her.
"Let me help you with that." And, with that, Leroy reached over and pulled Michelle's towel up where Michelle could once again hold it tightly to her body with her right arm. "Tha's better now m'aam, or is it?" Leroy smiled again as he remembered their recent encounters and how Michelle's body reacted to pain.
Michelle couldn't believe how polite this man was being. Here was the blackest man she'd ever known. One she'd only recently met and who had, in that short week's time, fucked her several times both normally and anally, tied her to a tree and spanked her tits, cum freely on her tits, in her rectum, and on her face and hair. "Yes, thank you." she responded, looking down embarrassed. "Thank you." Michelle was again mesmerized by Leroy's voice. His deep resonance cursed through her body and she breathed it in, closing her eyes for a moment. 'This is going too fast.' she thought to herself her body tingling at the thought of Barry White singing.
"I've got a favor to ask, Leroy." she almost heard herself crying out "NO!" as she spoke.
"Yes m'aam?"
"It's going to sound really funny, but you remind me of Barry White... your voice that is."
"I hear that a lot Miss Michelle. Now, what can I do for you?"
"Could you just say "We got it going on..." to me?"
"Why sho, Miss Michelle. Sho nuff I can do that." and with that he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, pulled her back towards him, took LS from her arm and set him down, and reached up holding one of her towel covered breasts in his huge hand and the other hand around her waist. "We got it going on now don't we?"