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Kissing mouth
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Kissing neck and breasts
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Kissing down stomach to legs
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Kissing behind her knees
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Working up her thighs to her pussy
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Tonguing her labia or pussy lips
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Shoving tongue into vagina for several minutes
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Sucking clitoris for a long, long time
Donald. There is something I must tell you. I love you! I can not live a day without you. I never intended for this to happen because other than my children, I never loved before. I am scared to death of this dangerous situation. I can’t see you anymore.
Paula’s eyes were filled with tears as they began to run down her cheeks.
What we are doing is wrong. I know we both know that and knew it from the beginning but I never in my wildest dream thought I could love you. My love for you will hurt all in my family. I wish things were different. Please forgive me!
Paula was crying and sobbing aloud now. I knew she was right. I too never thought we would end up this way. Perhaps if I had not married into her family things would be different but then I would have never met her.
I held Paula tight to my chest and wiped away her tears. I told her I loved her too and never thought we would ever get involved to this point. I apologized by saying it was my fault and accepted the blame for her tears and her heartsick feelings.
Paula’s sobs were almost gone. She told me how I had helped her regain her self esteem and how to love. She said that if things were not to work out with Jeff and her, she could leave him knowing that she could find another man and find real love. She said her guilt was also an issue at this point because Tara had another lover and would be soon moving in with him. Jeff was applying for work at the local industries in the area, even where I worked. He promised to become a better
husband and father so she told him she would give him another chance.
Still holding her tight, I couldn’t find the right words to say to her and she too had no more to say or tears to cry.
After several minutes I started to get up to leave but Paula’s arms went around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed lightly and then more passionately. Our lips parted and our tongues met. Paula broke the kiss and placed her hand on my hardening member within my swim trunks. Now do know why I can’t be alone with you anymore? Her lips went back
to mine as I unsnapped her swim top and moved the straps down her arms as she moved her hand under my trunks gently fondling my firm erection. Asking her if she was sure she wanted me to continue, she said yes. Donald, this will be our last time together. Let’s make love one more time. We took our time to please one another and when my seed met her
love juice, the whole world shook!
As we swam then waded back to our bicycles, the slow currant of the river not only carried away our spent juices but our guilt, just like it had after our first trip back from the island.
Paula emailed me a few days later. She asked how I was doing and wished me well and that she still thought of me each day. She promised that she would repay me for all I did for her and reminded me of her pay back. She closed with LOL!!!! See you at the reunion. Love Paula
I wondered what she was up to now! The next Wednesday came and I thought about not even going bicycling but decided it was something I needed to do and forget my times with Paula.
I arrived at the park as I always did. I thought of going it alone gave me a sick feeling in my stomach and I felt empty. I knew that when I came in view of the island, I would call out Paula’s name but there would be no answer. I dismounted my bicycle from the car’s carrier and thought I would just travel the opposite direction. I began to feel better now just by the thought of changing my normal route.
From behind me came a voice. A woman’s but one I did not recognize.
She said excuse me in a timid tone, Are you Don?
As I turned to reply and see who was addressing me, there stood this beautiful blond. I would say she was in her early thirties, nice figure, dark tanned skin and at least D sized breasts. Her long blond hair was pulled through the back of a ball cap and she wore tight shorts and a loose fitting pull over top.
I said yes, I am Don but a neon light must have lit up across my forehead saying WOW and I knew see could see it!
As she approached me and extended her hand, she said, my name is Marie. Ah, I am good friend of Paula’s.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t believe my eyes as to what they were seeing nor could I believe my ears for what they were hearing!
Marie broke the silence by saying that she was an avid cyclist but new to the trail and asked if she could tag along.
I replied sure as I pointed the way. As we started our ride, Marie said she had brought an extra ham salad sandwich that she would gladly share with me if I knew of a nice place to have a “picnic”…….
THE END !!!
Another story - Title : And Then He Kiss Me . Enjoy !!!
“Have you got any kids?” Lizzy asked as she handed me a cup of coffee on my first day at Haddaway and Tschitte Insurance Company.
“Two girls,” I smiled nervously, “the youngest has just started school.”
Lizzy and I talked when she took me on a tour of the offices; introducing me to as many people as possible; I chattered about my husband and daughters and explained that I had finally returned to full-time work for the first time in 7 years
Over the next few days we became quite friendly as we worked together gradually building up my confidence and workload; we usually had lunch with a bunch of her friends who were all younger than me (I’m 32) and appeared to have exciting social lives; even the married ones.
I joined in the conversation as they seemed interested in my daughters but I still felt old and dowdy in my drab clothes and boring haircut.
During the next few weeks I made an effort to update my wardrobe and even had a new hairstyle – a short blonde bob. The majority of women in the office wore dresses or skirts so I followed suit; nothing too short or revealing but as my confidence grew I began to feel good about myself and would join Lizzy and a group of her friends for a couple of drinks after work on a Friday night.
After a couple of months Lizzy told me that there would be some changes and I was going to become a part-time PA for an Area Manager who had just joined the company.
On the Monday of my new job I wore a nice A-line dress and a new pair of black shoes to meet my new colleague.
I tried to hide my shock when I opened his office door when I saw that he was coloured. For some reason I hadn’t realised that everyone in the company apart from one girl called Rhea, who was Indian, were white.
“Hi,” Sean smiled as he waved me into his office, “you must be Amanda.”
“Yes,” I gulped nervously, “I’ve been working with Lizzy for a few months and she recommended me for this role…I don’t know why.”
“Don’t worry; it’s all new to me too,” Sean smiled as he took a file from me and motioned that I should sit down.
As he flicked through the file he explained that he would only be in the office a couple of days a week so I would be responsible for his diary and logging all of his calls plus liaising with the Sales Team and customers.
We spent the next couple of hours talking about what he expected of me and how ambitious he was. As we chatted I did notice him stare at my cleavage a couple of times which made me feel a little uncomfortable but flattered nonetheless.
As a 32 year old married mother of two any form of male attention was welcome these days!
At lunchtime Lizzy came to find me and wanted to know all about my new boss. The girls were all interested and some even made lewd sexual comments about black men.
“You lucky cow!” Maggie laughed, “I get old man Thompson leering at me everyday and you get that gorgeous hunk to shag you across his desk every morning!”
I instantly blushed, “You can’t say things like that….I’m a happily married woman!”
“So am I,” she retorted, “but I wouldn’t mind a taste of whatever he has between his legs!” She then coarsely mimicked giving a blow-job.
The others giggled but I hid my face in my hands.
We worked quite closely for the next few days; gradually learning each others ways and habits; but he had an aura about him that meant I couldn’t help being nervous when I was around him.
Most of the other Managers and Directors were bland and boring but Sean was different. Not just because he was black but he radiated confidence and always dressed very well in expensive suits and brightly coloured shirts and ties. His shoes were always highly polished and he often wore tan or brown brogues with dark suits which was unheard of in our company and always made him stand out in a crowd.
After a couple of weeks; Sean and I were moving some boxes and files in his office when I stumbled and he caught me; one of his hands accidentally touching my breast.
“Ooohhh!” I gasped as I steadied myself.
“Sorry about that,” he grinned, “I just grabbed the first thing I could.”
I playfully scowled at him but couldn’t help smiling as I straightened my dress.
Sean chuckled, “Well…if that’s the effect falling over has on you; I’ll trip you up every day.”
Puzzled I looked down to where his eyes were fixed; only to see my nipples poking through my dress.
“Shit!” I said with an intake of breath, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
There was a sudden silence as we stood staring at each other for what seemed a lifetime.
“I’m sorry.” Sean grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s okay…don’t worry about it.” I stammered as I continued moving boxes; acutely aware that he was still watching my every movement; meaning my nipples wouldn’t go down making me even more self-conscious.
At the end of the day Sean apologised again for ‘you know what’.
“Forget about it.” I smiled.
“I don’t think I can.” He giggled and winked at me; making me blush.
The next few weeks fell into a pattern; Sean would work in the office on Monday morning then visit the Agents or customers for a couple of days, coming back to HQ on Thursday afternoon or Friday.
When he worked at HQ he would stay in a nice hotel on the edge of town; not far from where I lived and would occasionally give me a lift to or from the office.
My husband of 9 years, Nigel, didn’t seem to mind that a tall good looking black man in a shiny new BMW would occasionally call to pick me up at 8.30 or drop me off at 6pm.
Sean constantly complimented me and praised my work and the way I dressed so our relationship soon became very friendly and we even began mildly flirting. I guessed that he found me attractive and I loved the attention he gave me; even though we were both married. It was all harmless fun.
He told me that he had just turned 40 and had a 12 year old son.
After a few weeks: we were working together and as usual Sean was making no attempt to hide the fact that he kept staring down the front of my dress at my cleavage; which always surprised me as my boobs aren’t particularly big – 32b.
“Stop that!” I finally chided him.
“What have I done wrong now?” he laughed.
“You know what you were doing.” I playfully hissed as I narrowed my eyes and sat up straight to obscure his view.
“I’m sorry.” Sean grinned.
“You’re always bloody sorry…when I catch you perving!” I pretended to be angry with him but was actually revelling in the attention and he knew it.
“You forget how many lonely nights I spend in hotels,” he laughed, “and then you come to work dressed… all…sexy…don’t you”
I teased him by pulling a face and shrugging my shoulders.
“I can’t help myself when you’re around … so it’s no wonder I get ‘tense’…ha, ha, ha!” Sean looked truly smug as he leant back in his swivel chair puffing out his broad chest.
“Well you’ll just have to find another way of relieving your…tension,” I tried to look serious, but couldn’t, “or at least wait until you get home and see your wife.”
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“There’s not a lot of chance of that these days,” he sighed, “that novelty wore off for Patsy ages ago!”
For some reason I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him sympathetically.
I knew exactly how he felt; these days my husband seemed more concerned about waking our daughters than actually seeing to my needs; so a long time ago I had resorted to furtive masturbation sessions on Saturday or Sunday mornings when Nigel gave the girls their breakfast then took them to the park or dancing classes. In the last month or so I’d really been looking forward to these sessions more than usual; even planning them for days in advance – ‘which sex-toy I would use; what I would fantasise about’ and I had begun ‘borrowing’ my husband’s ‘hidden stash’ of dirty magazines; reading the stories and drooling over the photos of couples and threesomes fucking and sucking.
Moments later Sean and I were standing in front of each other gazing into each others’ eyes. Then he kissed me; he kissed me in a way that I’d never been kissed before; he kissed me in a way that I knew I wanted more.
At first our lips touched gently; like two feathers in the wind; then realising that I wasn’t resisting Sean became more forceful virtually eating my lips; pushing his sweet tongue deep into my mouth; somehow he even sucked my tongue which made me shiver with excitement. I responded by grabbing his head and pushing my body against his; rubbing myself against his groin.
Thankfully his phone rang just as he began caressing my breasts as his tongue nearly disappeared down the back of my throat.
“Oh God!” I gasped as Sean answered the phone. Flustered I made waving motions with my hands and whispered that I had to get back to my desk. Sean tried to stop me but I rushed out and scurried to the ladies room.
I hid in a cubicle with tears running down my cheeks for nearly ten minutes; gathering my thoughts. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done – I’d kissed another man…a black man… and had bloody well enjoyed it.
I sat at my desk answering e-mails until 5 o’clock; believing that every pair of eyes in the office was looking at me knowing that I was a scarlet woman.
Sean was in meetings then away from the office for most of the next few days so I put ‘the kiss’ behind me and tried to forget about it until the middle of the Thursday afternoon. I bent over his desk to pick up an empty coffee cup when I suddenly felt his hand creep up my leg, under my skirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed and quickly moved away from him.
“What’s wrong?” He grinned, “I was just checking to see if you were wearing stockings.”
“Well I’m not!” I chuckled as I squirmed away from his advances.
“That’s a surprise,” he grinned, “I felt sure that you were the type to wear stockings.”
“What type’s that then?” I scowled.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Sean playfully apologised; waving his arms in the air as if he was surrendering. “Sexy woman…sexy legs…I presumed…SORRY!”
I took the cups away and ‘tutted’ at him as I left the office.
At the end of the day Sean whispered, “Sorry about the stockings thing,” and gave me a good-natured tap on the bum as I left the office.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night; I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher! Feeling a little guilty and very horny I snuggled up next to my husband when we were in bed and began tickling his Willy.
“I’m sorry darling but I’ve got to get up early in the morning.” He drowsily told me as he pushed my hand away.
“You lazy bastard!” I cursed under my breath, “I was going to do all of the bloody work! You just had to lie there and think of England!”
When Nigel’s alarm rang at 6.15 I was still hot and horny after having a very sexy dream about an unnamed 40 year old black man! As soon as I heard the shower my fingers slid between my legs and began rubbing my pussy and clit. I knew it would have to be a quick one so quickly jammed two fingers into my hole and frantically frigged myself to a very satisfying orgasm. I smiled as I sniffed my sticky fingers…that would have to do until Saturday when I could finish myself off…properly.
As it was Friday Sean was busy with meetings all morning so we hardly saw each other which was probably a good thing. After lunch he called me up to his office to discuss some reports.
When we’d finished he smiled as I stood up to leave.
“Well?” He asked. “Are they?”
Puzzled I replied, “Are they what?”
“Stockings of course?” he grinned.
“Sorry to disappoint you but they’re tights.” I giggled as I wiggled my bum and closed the door.
After work I went for a drink with Lizzy and three girls from Accounts. Lizzy and Kate were going out to a club afterwards and asked me to go with them but obviously I couldn’t at such short notice and I knew that they were likely to be on the look out for stray men even though they were both living with their partners.
“She’s keeping it for Sean!” Lizzy laughed, “She wouldn’t want to shag an inferior man!”
“I don’t know what you mean!” I giggled as I slurped my large glass of wine.
Lizzy had been teasing me for weeks about my relationship with Sean. She had noticed that we were getting closer than was normal within the company.
Kate began joking about me and Sean then the rest of the girls began talking about sex. As usual I couldn’t believe my ears; some the things that they got up to shocked me. Obviously I was aware of ‘casual sex’ but these girls were only a couple of years younger than me but sometimes they made me feel like a Grandma!
My pussy was tingling so much I was squirming all of the way home in my taxi. I knew I couldn’t wait for Saturday morning…I was going to have to ‘jump’ my husband as soon as possible.
As soon as I arrived home Nigel whined and whinged about having to feed and bathe our daughters and….well you don’t need to know what he went on about; but it was boring.
Some of my horniness had worn off by the time we went to bed but I still wanted to shag him.
By the time I climbed freshly showered into bed Nigel was already half asleep.
I sensually tickled his Willy and felt it twitch.
“MMMmmm,” I purred as quietly as possible, “does that feel nice?”
“Yes,” he yawned and half-opened his eyes.
“I bet this feels better.” I whispered as I pulled the quilt back and slithered down his body until my face was level with his stiffening dick.
“Oh God….Amanda!” My husband gulped as I fed his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue across the velvety tip. “What’s got into you these days?”
“You didn’t used to ask,” I smiled as I turned my head to face him and rapidly rubbed his shaft.
“Sorry.” He apologised and sunk his head back into the pillow with a relaxed smile on his face.
I went back to my foreplay; sucking and licking his six inches of glorious manhood. Before and just after we’d been married Nigel had loved me giving him blow-jobs the longer and sloppier the better; always as a pre-cursor to a good fucking for both of us but in recent years…I guess we’d just become complacent. But tonight was going to be different I wanted to make him happy…very, very happy.
Nigel was groaning and virtually gasping as my head bobbed up and down on his thick shaft. My boobs and pussy were tingling at the thought of the mauling that they were going to get in a couple of minutes….then….
“Oooooohhhhh…..uughh!” Nigel grunted as he filled my mouth with hot sticky cum, “I’m…ooohhh….sorry sweetheart…that was…so… good…I couldn’t…help myself…sorry.”
I wasn’t a lover of swallowing but there had been times when I’d actually craved it…if I’d been in a particularly dirty mood. But this wasn’t one of them. I’d wanted to ride his cock while he clawed and bit my tits until we came in unison.
Now I was lying unfulfilled with a mouthful of spunk as he rolled onto his side, farted and said, “Thanks for that; goodnight.”
I ran to the bathroom and spat his seed into the toilet then rinsed the excess out and cleaned my teeth to get rid of the taste.
As I was about to leave the bathroom I caught sight of my reflection in the full length mirror in the half-light. I still looked good for a woman my age. My tits aren’t bad – quite perky for a woman my age and I have a fairly flat stomach; my legs are quite slim and when I turned to the side my arse looked pretty damn sexy.
“I’ll teach you!” I angrily thought as I grabbed a shampoo bottle and pressed my back against the towel rail and opened my legs.
It wasn’t easy but after a couple of tentative pushes the neck of the bottle slid inside my quim.
“Ooohhh,” I sighed as all 3 or 4 inches forced my hardly used pussy walls apart.
In seconds my wrists were a blur as one hand rammed the shampoo bottle into my twat as my other hand frigged my clit as I stared at the reflection in the mirror.
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“Ugh…ugh…ugh!” I quickly groaned as my orgasm exploded inside me like a firework display leaving me panting and tingling all over.
The following morning I’d already had two fantastic orgasms while using my biggest dildo by the time Nigel brought me a cup of tea and some toast.
“Sorry about last night,” he half-heartedly apologised. “It’s been such a long time since you…you know?”
I nodded and smiled as my fingers secretly spread my pussy lips and tickled my clit under the quilt.
“Maybe you’ll last longer tonight.” I lied to make him feel better as I slid a finger into my wet snatch.
Much to no-ones surprise we didn’t get around to making love on either Saturday or Sunday night.
“Are you busy?” I asked Sean as I kicked the office door closed behind me when I took him his morning coffee.
“It’s Monday…but I’ll make time for you if it’s important.” He said with a puzzled expression on his face.
I placed our coffee on his desk, making sure that he got a good look down the front of my dress.
Grinning I stepped back against the wall and looked at the closed door then back at my handsome boss.
“Is this what you were looking for last week?” I nervously asked as I took hold of the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up to my waist. I did a little shimmy with my hips and giggled as he stared at my stocking clad legs and pink lacy French knickers.
Sean’s face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he spun from side to side in his swivel chair; at the view in front of him.
“Come here.” He demanded and motioned me towards him.
Still with the front of my dress in the air I did as I was told until I was standing right next to him. This was as far as I’d planned in my head; I had no idea what would happen next.
He gently held his arms out and stroked my black Levee Dreamline hold-up stockings until he reached the red lace top.
“Jesus…Amanda,” Sean gasped as his fingers ran along the lace, “it was a joke…I never thought….”
“So you like stockings do you?” I laughed nervously as one hand stroked my legs and the other hovered in front of my knickers.
“Fantastic!” He sighed as he tickled my pubic area through the lace, causing me to shiver.
With a grin on his face he slowly eased the loose leg of my knickers to one side so he could see my pubes.
“I see that you’re a natural blonde!” He grinned and raised his eyebrows.
“Is that a problem?” I asked as his fingers teased my curly hairs.
He shook his head and slowly slid his finger between my legs until it was see-sawing in my damp crevice.
My heart was pounding as his finger tip gently eased past my labia and began penetrating my hole.
When his finger was fully inside me his other hand cupped my arse cheek and he pulled me forward until I was nearly straddling him.
In seconds I was kissing him as he finger fucked me and I fucked his finger. Sean soon added a second finger and viciously twisted them both; probing parts of my sexy hole that had never ever been touched before.
I was writhing in ecstasy on top of him; probing his mouth with my tongue as he furiously rubbed my clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers curled inside my body.
What he was doing was fantastic but I needed to cum, so tried to press my clit and pussy against his hand to help bring myself off. It worked! It was the most glorious feeling in the world as I lay across my black boss’ lap as he fingered me to a delightful orgasm as we snogged like furtive teenagers.
Sean’s phone rang, breaking our spell, but he immediately began fiddling with his belt and zip as I jumped off him and stood up straight…my mind a complete blank.
Sean looked horrified as he picked the receiver up and tentatively said ‘hello’.
As soon as he recognised the voice on the other end he pretended to mop his brow and feigned a huge sigh. I grinned and winked at him as I picked my coffee cup up and went back to the main office with a spring in my step.
We hardly saw each other for the rest of the day but corresponded by loads of sexy e-mails (being careful to immediately delete them after reading).
I eventually agreed to meet him after work ‘for a drink’. I rang my mum to say I would be late home by a couple of hours and could she keep the kids until Nigel came home.
Sean was waiting in his BMW when I left the office; as I slipped into the passenger seat he immediately lifted the hem of my dress to see my stocking tops to again.
“Stop that!” I laughed and playfully pushed his hand away, “Someone might see us.”
“The way you’ve got me…I don’t care!” he chuckled as he sped out of the car park with his hand still up my dress stroking my red lace stocking top.
As we walked into the foyer of the hotel Sean asked if I still wanted a drink.
“Not really,” I anxiously whispered.
Sean signed into the hotel and took his room key from a receptionist that kept smiling at me.
Once inside the room Sean threw his bag into a wardrobe and turned to face me.
With longing in his eyes and an ever increasing bulge in his pants Sean asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“About what?” I taunted him.
He swiftly moved towards me and took me into his arms and kissed me; the most powerful kiss I’d ever had. His lips and tongue nearly sucked the life out of me. I melted into his arms as Sean pulled the zip down on the back of my dress. It took some clever manoeuvring but we managed to get it off without breaking our kiss.
Sean’s hands seemed to be everywhere as he stroked my legs, caressed my tits and squeezed my arse as I fondled his hard cock through his trousers.
He even managed to unhook my bra quicker and more deftly than I could manage myself.
With my tits hanging free he finally broke off our kiss and bent down to suckle and lick my quivering mounds and nipples. Our breathing was now so loud and deep I’m sure everyone in the hotel could guess what we were up to.
“Sit on the bed,” he panted as he tore off his tie and shirt and pushed me backwards.
As I made myself comfortable Sean stripped out of his trousers until he stood in front of me wearing just a tight pair of white Lycra boxers…which his cock was obviously straining to get out of.
My chest was heaving and my stomach tied up in knots as Sean dropped to his knees and slowly pulled my legs apart, feasting his big brown eyes on my pussy which my baggy knickers wasn’t covering very well.
With his shoulders under my thighs my legs swayed in the air as Sean began kissing my stocking covered legs working his way into the middle where he began showering my hot pussy with a thousand tiny butterfly kisses.
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Just as I began sighing he used his nose to push my knickers to one side then buried his face into my dripping gash. His tongue and lips sucked and licked my pussy as he drank my oozing juices. My head was rolling from side to side in exact time with my hips which were grinding my pussy against his face.
There was a large mirror running along the side of the room that I couldn’t take my eyes off as the vision of this handsome black man’s head between my stocking-covered legs held me transfixed. When I watched him slide his fingers into my twat for the second time today I let out a little squeal of delight.
“Ugh…ugh…ugh!” I grunted as he pumped his fingers into my hole and flicked his tongue across my aching clitoris. “Aiiiiyyyyyeeeee!” I impulsively screamed when his finger touched something deep inside and made me cum as hard as I would ever cum in my life.
The next I knew was Sean peeling my knickers off and lifting my legs onto his shoulders as he pressed his knob against my pussy entrance.
“Are you sure that you want me to do this?” Sean enquired as his cock easily parted my lips.
“Oh God…yes!” I moaned; still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.
We stared at each for an eternity; Sean wallowing in my nakedness and me admiring his gorgeous black body. I have to admit to being a tiny bit disappointed at the size of his cock; as it stood proud and firm. I’d always been led to believe that all black men had huge dicks – ‘twice the size of white men’ – according to Layla in the office canteen when she was making fun of me. Sean’s cock did look magnificent; darker than the rest of his skin and as smooth as a baby’s bottom but roughly the same length and girth as my husband’s which wasn’t going to be a problem.
My boss’s cock soon slid in and swelled even fatter inside my hot hole.
“Oh God…Oh God!” I gasped as he slowly withdrew then plunged his cock back inside forcing my knees back until they rested on my chest.
My eyes were nearly popping out of my head because his cock was going do far inside my pussy but I knew that I couldn’t take his weight for very long so contrived to get my legs from under him.
I’d never felt this horny in my life as I wrapped them around his waist and he fucked me senseless for nearly 10 minutes. I couldn’t speak as I clung onto the bed and stared vacantly into the mirror watching Sean’s tight arse banging his glorious cock into my pussy as he mangled and grabbed my tits as they wobbled with the severity of his fucking. The contrast of our colours – his chocolate brown and my English white; really excited me.
“Turn over for me,” Sean moaned as he pulled his cock out, “let’s do it doggy style now.”
“Okay,” I wheezed, and crawled onto my hands and knees with my married arse sexily facing my new lover.
As I shuffled back until my knees where on the edge of the bed Sean stroked my stockings and ran his hand between my legs.
“He, he, he….you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” He laughed as he scooped a load of goo out of my pussy.
“Yes…yes…yes,” I gasped, “its fu…fantastic.”
He pulled my bum cheeks apart and nudged his cock against my floppy pussy lips. His cock felt huge as he slowly edged it deep into my pussy. I let out a huge sigh when it finally stopped and his balls slapped against my pubes.
“Are you ready??” Sean asked as he grabbed my hips.
“Yeesssss!” I gasped, “Oh yeesssss!”
He moved his hips and his cock moved back a couple of inches making me moan with pleasure.
“How do you want it?” He panted as he thrust forward nearly knocking me flat.
“Yes…yes…just like that.” I gasped as he suddenly thrust in and out another three times, “Hard…harder…harder!”
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I had to cling onto the bed again as Sean began hammering his cock deep and hard into my sloppy cunt; each thrust thumping his knob against my cervix.
My face was now buried into the quilt as I bit it to stop myself screaming with delight as he fucked me as if it was our Wedding night!
“Huh…huh… I’m cumming,” Sean grunted like a bear, “are you…on the pill?”
“Yes…but…” I whimpered but it was too late. Sean froze with his cock buried deep in my stomach and my pussy soon became very warm.
“Ooooowwwwww!” Sean wheezed, “That was soooooo….goooooooood!” Then his whole body went limp and he flopped on top of me forcing me flat onto the bed.
It felt wonderful as he lightly moaned in my ear and he gasped for air to fill his depleted lungs while still gently gliding his slowly shrinking cock along my slippery love-tube.
A few moments later he gently kissed my neck and rolled off me; leaving his excess spunk to dribble out of my well fucked hole onto the bedclothes.
I rolled onto my side to look at him, making sure that my tits gently touched his sweaty chest.
I couldn’t stop myself fixing my eyes on his cock. It was no longer hard and stiff but it still looked bloated as it swayed between his legs.
Tingling with excitement I gently stroked the hair on his tummy until I plucked up the courage to run my fingers through his tight curly pubes until my fingers hovered over the base of his lovely smooth black dick.
Sean lazily opened his eyes and kissed me on the tip of my nose as if to encourage me to ‘go further’.
Not knowing if this was to be my one and only fuck with a black man I decided that I had nothing more to lose and ran my red fingernail along his soft shaft.
“MMMmmm,” Sean purred, “I thought that you would want to run away as soon as we’d finished.”
“Who said I was finished?” I smiled and wrapped my fingers around his twitching cock as I swivelled my body until my face was only six inches away from the black cock that had just been inside my white pussy. I was so close to it I could smell the love-juices that were making it glisten in the half-light.
His ebony cock looked beautiful as I slid his fore-skin backwards and forwards; exposing then hiding his purple cockhead. Just as I opened my mouth to suck his sweaty, spunky cock I felt a guilty pang as a shaft of sunlight caught my white gold wedding and engagement rings; making the diamond twinkle on the third finger of my left hand. It was too late though…I had to taste his magnificent penis.
His cock felt like steel covered in a velvet cloak and tasted salty and bitter as I took two or three fat inches into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip and his prominent veins.
Sean let out a low groan and began stroking my stockings and arse as I sucked and blew my first ever black cock. It only took a few seconds for it to twitch and fill with blood as I gobbled as much cock as I could fit into my oral cavity and I stroked, squeezed and tugged at his massive bald ball-sack.
“God Amanda;” he chuckled as his fingers played with my dripping pussy, “I haven’t seen a muff as hairy as this for years.”
I stopped sucking him and looked inquisitively over my shoulder without letting go of his cock with my hand.
“I thought everybody shaved these days.” He grinned as he playfully pulled a handful of my blonde pubic hairs.
“I’ve never thought about it.” I smiled, “Is it a problem?”
Sean made a funny face as if the question was too deep for him, “I prefer a shaven haven…I like to see what I’m doing and…the bald ones are smoother on my face!”
Obviously I wasn’t his first lover and probably wouldn’t be his last!
“I’ll have to see what I can do about that then!” I giggled as I returned to sucking his stiffening black cock as he stroked my legs with one hand and lazily fingered me with the other.
We stayed joined like this for nearly 10 minutes until I noticed the clock on the TV.
I kissed the tip of his dick and rolled off the bed telling Sean that I had to go home.
He lounged on the bed naughtily tugging at his long black penis as I left the bathroom door open as I brushed my hair and washed my face and breasts; I then sexily floated around the room picking up my discarded clothing and got dressed.
“Well?” I asked him.
“What?” Sean replied.
“How am I getting home?” I smiled with a ‘little girl lost’ pout.
“Shit!” he laughed, “I got carried away with the floorshow!”
He then pulled on a pair of jogging pants from his bag and a t-shirt.
Twenty minutes later he pulled up at the bottom of my drive.
“Do I get a kiss goodbye?” Sean cheekily asked as he leant forward.
“No!” I hissed as I sharply pulled away and punched him in the side.
At that moment I looked up to see Nigel waving from the kitchen window; I waved back as Sean asked, “Can I have your knickers as a keepsake then?”
“My knickers?” I looked puzzled, “what do you want them for? Oh…you dirty bugger!” I giggled.
“Can I have them?” He grinned and lifted the front of my dress.
I quickly looked around to make sure the street was empty then wriggled out of my pants and pressed them into his hand.
I jumped out of the car and ran knickerless up the drive towards my door.
With a yard to go I turned for one last look at my lover. He was pretending to wipe his nose with my bright pink knickers but was actually sniffing the gusset like a pervert. I was so excited as I put my key in the lock I could feel Sean’s cum leaking from my pussy and running down my thighs into my stockings; so I swiftly lifted the back of my dress to give him one last look at my naked arse and stocking tops.
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Good good stories………..hehehehehe, tell me more when we meet up for a drink ok.
Welcome bro Botar to my thread of stories posted by me and some of the brothers here . Take your time to read the stories and no need to rush , more to come .
Sure next monday night when we meet will tell you more .
She looked around and saw him, smiling. She walked over to where he was sitting and said, in a thick New York accent …
“Yo! you’se Tonio?”
“Antonio is my name. Who are you?”
“I’m Linda. You axed to meet me you’s here.”
“No I asked to meet Linda. You are assuredly not Linda.”
“My name is Ethyl, but I can be a Linda if it turns you on.”
Antonio smiled when several jokes flooded his mind regarding Ethyl gasoline, and the Ethyl on “I love Lucy,” came into his head. The fact was the “I love Lucy” Ethyl was much more desirable.
“Why are you here? I did ask for Linda.”
“Shee’s on her monthly and couldn’t come, so they sent me.”
“I see. Ok let me pay the bill and we can go.”
“Do they got a torlit where I can take a piss? I’ve had to go all day.”
“Yes… over there. Disregard the sign that reads Ladies, and go on in.”
Ethyl lit a cigarette and headed for the rest room, her fish net stockings unable to cover the many tattoos on her legs. Antonio dropped a ten-dollar bill in front of the cashier and hurried out the door. He hailed a cab and told the driver to head for Madison Ave.
“Hey there is a pregnant broad in pink and black waiving from in front of Starbuck’s,” the driver said, “She’s really got big tits. I mean those are humongous,” he said still checking the whore in the rearview mirror.
“Pay her no mind”, said Antonio as the yellow vehicle headed down the street.
“She looked pissed,” said the driver.
“Had to pay for he own coffee I assume.”
When the cab reached Madison Ave., Antonio paid the driver, gave him a big tip and said, “You never saw me.”
“OK Bro … Have a good one.”
Antonio crossed the street and went into the building in which he was employed. He pushed the elevator button for the top floor, and the elevator door closed. When it came to a stop and Antonio got off, he went into his office where he began to look through his assignments for the following week.
“Might as well do something productive,” he said mumbling to himself.
He dropped a piece of paper on the floor and bent down to retrieve it. As he stood up he bumped his desk and more papers went flying.
“Damn …I should have stayed at home.”
“Is somebody in here?” a melodic female voice asked.
“Who is that?” asked Antonio, still picking up the debris on the floor.
“Me … I think I’m lost. Maybe you can direct me. Are you the janitor?”
“No … but sometimes I do his work. Where are you going?”
“I’m supposed to see a Mr. Travis for an interview?”
“Interview for what?”
“I have a flyer. It says they need a Copywriter.”
“When are you scheduled to see Travis?”
“Monday … uh … the 7th at nine.”
“Today is Saturday the 5th and it is almost three o’clock. You are a little early. About thirty hours early.”
“I just thought I would take a chance that he might be here.”
“Nope. It’s Saturday and Travis has a family. He never comes in on Saturday … or Sunday either for that matter.”
“OK,” the voice said, “I guess I’ll see you on Monday.”
Antonio stood up, his arms full of papers and art materials. When he looked at the girl, her body was bathed in bright sunlight that was coming through the window behind her. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes flashed in his direction. Her mouth and lips were much like that of Angelina Jolie’s. She wore a yellow peasant blouse and a simple black skirt. Antonio stood there with his mouth hanging open staring at this vision, thanking the stars he hadn’t jumped from his veranda the night before.
“Are you ok … uh … I don’t … know your name.”
“Antonio … Antonio Miller.”
“Mr. Miller Are you alright? Would you like me to get you some water?”
“No … no… uh.”
“Rebecca … My name is Rebecca Davis… but you can call me Becky … if you want.”
“Becky … I uh was wondering if maybe you would like a cup of coffee or something?”
He new it was coming. That look of bewilderment that all females had used when he asked them out. He knew what he looked like and honestly felt sorry for them, as he had placed them in such a bad position. A position of having to turn him down and still appear, as though it was a complement that he had asked.
“No … no coffee …thanks. I don’t drink coffee, but I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning and I’m starved. Maybe we could get a sandwich or something. We can go Dutch. I do have some money.”
Antonio stood there again with his mouth hanging open. What did she say? A sandwich? Was she kidding or am I hallucinating? No other girl had ever accepted an invitation before. He wondered if maybe there was something wrong with her.
“Mr. Miller … are you sure you are ok?”
“Yeah Becky … I’m fine. I was just thinking of where we could go.”
“Anywhere is fine. Not too expensive though.”
“Do you like pastrami?”
“Oh yah, I love it.”
“Ok … well there is a little Jewish restaurant around the corner and they have the best pastrami in New York. What do you think?”
“Just lead me to it.”
As they entered the elevator Becky appeared nervous and was talking almost a sentence a second. Her voice was like a crystal clear brook running over smooth pebbles. Every so often he felt like he should say something, but he knew if he did she might stop talking. They entered the crowded restaurant and the waiter said,
“Hi Tony. You’re here on a Saturday?”
“Yah … no rest for the janitor.”
“Janitor?” Asked the waiter. “I don’t understand.”
“Forget it Abe,” he said, “It was just a joke. Will the wait be long? I have a starving little girl here, and I’m not sure how long she can stand the delectable aroma of your wonderful food.”
“You know I always have a special table for you Tony. Come this way.”
They ordered and Antonio just sat there looking at the vision in front of him. He was an intelligent man but couldn’t think of a thing to say. She went on about her time in high school in New Jersey, and college at NYU. She talked about her mom and dad and her little brother, and how much she thought they would like him.
What was she talking about? He thought. Her family would like him? She was making plans for him to meet her family? Was she teasing him, because if it was a joke he thought, it was in very poor taste? He was lost in her words and his mind was drifting off in several directions at the same time.
“Tony … Tony. Are you listening to me?”
“Yes Becky … I’m listening.”
How she could eat all of her sandwich, a plate of pickles some potato salad and drink a large soda, while carrying on the major portion of a conversation, he just didn’t know. He smiled, as she was so cute with her dimples and flashing eyes. His heart beat faster. Ok he thought come back down to earth. This was a lucky break, enjoy it while it lasts. When she told him about her fashion drawings, he said that he would like to see them.
“Sure … I would love to show them to you. Maybe after we eat. The trouble is my apartment is all the way over in the village. I’ll get the cab going, but you will have to come back on your own. I’m afraid I’m on a budget for a while. Too bad they don’t listen to the janitor when they hire someone,” the thought of it caused her to giggled like an eight-year-old girl.
“Well I know the boss and he might listen to me … a little.”
“Just don’t get yourself in trouble Tony. Jobs are hard to come by these days. By the way are you married? Is what we are doing ok?”
“No …I’m not married, and yes everything is ok. Becky … do you wear glasses?”
“Nope … 20-20-20.”
“I believe it is just 20-20.”
“I know. It just sounds funny,” she said giggling again.
“How much do I owe Tony? I want to pay my share.”
“Tell you what. I’ll get it this time and you can get it the next time.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yah it’s ok.”
“Are you full? Do you want anything else Becky?”
“No … I ate like a pig and you didn’t even get to finish your sandwich. Tell the waiter we need a doggie bag.”
“No that’s ok.”
“Well if you aren’t going to take it, I will. Remember I’m on a budget. Janitors must get paid a lot of money the way you toss it around.”
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When they got a cab, she gave the driver the address. As they drove she was talking about the mess her apartment was in, and how messy her roommate was. When they arrived, she pointed to the upper floor and said,
“Just five floors and we are there.”
Antonio thought well of the elevator in his building. When they arrived on the fifth floor he was out of breath, however she had been talking the whole way and wasn’t even breathing hard. The apartment was very clean and he wondered what she had been complaining about. The roommate wasn’t home so Becky took him on a quick tour.
“You were going to show me your drawings?”
“Oh… yah … huh?”
She returned with a portfolio and sat very close to him on the couch. The drawings were quite good and Antonio said,
“I’ll tell you if Travis doesn’t hire you, I will.”
She laughed and said,
“Tony I don’t know anything about being a janitor, or is it janitris?”
‘If she only knew. Will she be surprised?’ he thought.
As he looked at more of the drawings, she sat very close and began rubbing her hand on the back of his neck.
“You know Tony for doing the kind of work you do, your hands are very soft.”
“Daily moisturizing lotion. These drawings are excellent Becky. I honestly believe you have a good future in the business.”
“From your mouth to Travis’ ears. Thank you Tony. Would you like something to drink? I have bottled water, coke and lemon lime in the fridge.”
“Coke would be fine.”
Becky leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. It burned like fire and he became dizzy. The kiss was something he hadn’t had since his mother passed. She jumped up and skipped the few steps to the kitchen.
“Ice?”
“No … no ice … thanks.”
She returned with their drinks and sat much closer to him. He was looking at a pencil drawing of an old man on a park bench. The drawing, in Antonio’s opinion could have hung in the Guggenheim museum.
This is wonderful … seriously, I love it. Was this from memory or what.”
“No I often go to Central Park and sketch. The old guy is there everyday close to the bridge. I have several drawings of him. He is easy to draw as he seldom moves. I really love his face, kind of wrinkled and stuff. Even when it’s hot he still wears that same suit, tie and his shoes are always shined to a high gloss. He reminds me a little of my grandpa. Sure would like to know his history, you know about his life and stuff?”
As she spoke of the old man, her eyes began to tear up. A single tear broke loose and ran down her cheek. Tony wiped it away with his finger, then took a big chance and kissed her where the tear had been. She placed her arms around him and began to cry.
“Tony why do so many people have to have so many problems?”
“I don’t know baby. Just the way it is I guess.”
“My Daddy calls me baby too. I like it.”
Becky gently took his face in both of her soft hands and looked into his eyes, then all around his face. She pulled him closer, opening her mouth kissing him on his lips. He didn’t move as she inundated him with her sweet kisses.
“Tony what’s wrong? Why won’t you kiss me?”
“I don’t know how Becky. I have never kissed a girl before, and you are so beautiful, like a Grecian goddess. I’m so sorry Becky. I don’t know what to say. Today was the first real date I have ever had in my life. Why are you kissing me? Don’t you see what I look like?”
“You are a beautiful man Tony and I’m grateful to have you here with me right now.”
“But baby, you know nothing about me. I’m a fraud and not really a janitor.”
“It doesn’t make any difference. To me you are wonderful, no matter what you do. When you say you have never had a … date. Are you a virgin?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. Until you … Girls have never found me anything but revolting.”
“Well it’s their loss, now kiss me.”
“But … Becky … I…”
“Stop talking and kiss me … now!”
All of Tony’s tortured dreams never came close to what was happening to him. Maybe he had jumped from his apartment and was now in heaven with a beautiful angel. Her kisses were like a fine sweet wine. They made his head spin, and he felt just a little drunk. Her tongue fought its way into Tony’s mouth. He had heard of French kissing but hadn’t realized how wonderful it could be. As their lips became a little numb, Tony automatically moved down to Becky’s neck and began to lightly suck on it.
She moaned just like he imagined she would. She held his head tight, and then began to move it down toward her breasts. He could see she was enjoying his mouth on her. Quickly she reached back and unhooked her bra, removing it and dropping it to the floor. She then pulled the neckline of her blouse down revealing her beautiful shaped breasts. A nipple was just peeking out of the blouse. Tony slowly took it into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh God Tony …” said Becky breathing harder.
He sucked on her breasts until they had a taste of sweet cream. She responded by pulling his thick hair and lifting her right leg over his, then rubbing her crotch onto his leg. He knew what to do, so he took another chance and slid his hand up under her skirt. Her thighs were so soft yet firm. When she realized what he was doing she opened her legs allowing his hand a clear passage to her panties. Tony had studied his moves from hundreds of books, stories and movies.
This was his chance and he would not let her down. He had too much to loose. Her panties were wet and it was a nice feeling. Sliding two fingers under the elastic he felt her smooth pussy. Upon inserting his index finger into her tight vagina he began to finger her. Her pussy was actually sucking on his finger. He couldn’t imagine a girl much tighter.
“Tony … Tony … we …”
“I know baby … we have to stop.”
“Stop? Are you nuts? I just want to tell you that I have only done it twice in high school and I’m not much further off the shelf than you, so let’s go into my bedroom and take it real slow. Unless you are in a hurry, we have all night to do it right.”
Becky got up off the couch and held out a hand. Tony took it and she lead him into her bedroom.
“Wait a second,” she said pulling her panties down and hanging them on the door to her bedroom. “It has always been my roommate who has had this privilege, and now it is my turn.”
Tony stood there not knowing whether to scream, cry or yell. His feelings were running wild and he still wasn’t sure this wasn’t a crazy dream or something. She sat on the side of the bed removing her shoes, but leaving on a pair of long white knee-high stockings. She then stood and pulled her yellow blouse over her head. As she unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor, she stood there smiling and biting her lower lip.
“Get undressed Tony and come to bed.”
Becky then crawled between the sheets of her bed and held them up for him until Tony was naked. When she looked at his cock, her eyes opened as though she had spied an Anaconda in her bedroom. When he crawled into her bed she took his face in her hands and kissed him again lovingly. Never before in his life had he felt what he was feeling now. This had to be heaven he thought. Tony knew all the moves by the numbers.
When she can no longer stand it or when she passes out, slide cock into her and make love for at least forty minutes. By this time he was kissing her behind the knees and she was moving in a wild crazy manner. Tony then moved up sucking the inside of her thighs. She said nothing but
“Uh,uh,uh” until he reached her pussy and his tongue entered her vagina.
“Sweetie,” she moaned, “you don’t have to do that.”
“Yes baby, yes I do.”
He boyfriend Ted, in high school had never done anything remotely close to what Tony was doing. Ted just stuck his penis in her and in three minutes it was all over. Now She lay there unable to move, as though it might break the magical spell, holding Tony’s hair tightly in both hands, feeling his tongue move into her wet pussy.
Nothing in the world was important now, as he was about to make her cum. It was like an itch she couldn’t scratch and although she was feeling fantastic, she knew she could last through his loving attack, until … he moved up to her clitoris and began to suck hard.
“No Tony, no please I can’t take it. It is too much honey. You are killing me. Stop … stop …stop… her voice trailed off as she passed out and began to gush her delicate juice into Tony’s mouth. Although he knew she was out and probably couldn’t feel his mouth on her most delicate part, he continued to kiss and suck her for his own pleasure.
He finally stopped and lay behind her, holding her tight. After thirty minutes she began to come around and looked over her shoulder at him through squinty eyes.
“For a minute there I thought I was dead. You were wonderful honey.”
“Lift your right leg over mine.” When she did as he asked, he moved forward and very slowly shoved his cock in where his mouth had been earlier.
Tony began to fuck his beautiful little maiden causing her to moan loudly. With one hand on her right hip and the other in her golden hair, pulling hard, he continued to fuck her.
“Oh God Tony I’m going to cum … again … oh baby harder, do it harder. Your cock is so thick honey … Fuck me … fuck me and cum in my pussy. Ohhhh God, oh god, oh god.”
Just as Tony was about to cum she shot more of her liquid on to his cock and balls. Slowly he continued and as he was about to pull out, she said,
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“No sweetie don’t take it from me. Leave it in. I never want to forget the feeling of having you in me.”
As he lay there, with both of his hands fondling her titties, he could feel her vagina pumping and sucking on his cock. He began to kiss the right side of her neck, and found his cock was growing hard again. He moved his hips a little and shoved forward. Becky turned and looked at him in disbelief when his penis struck her cervix. Knowing he was up for it, and why not she was the first girl he had ever had, he began fucking her a little harder with each stroke. Within twenty minutes they were both cuming again.
The New York sun came up out of the Atlantic and began to spread light over everything it could reach. Tony woke on his back wondering where the cracks in the ceiling came from. A beautiful manicured hand moved across his chest and began to weave through the thick curly hair.
“Tony … can … you do me again … baby?”
She lay on her back and motioned for him to get on top of her missionary style. He carefully crawled on top and guided his cock into her dripping vagina. Her legs emulating that of a trapeze artist hooked around Tony’s legs holding him tight inside of her. As he began to fuck her yet again, he moved his mouth to her tits and started to suck. Her arms around his neck, held him in an unrelenting death grip. Tony was now gaining knowledge of what she wanted and more importantly what she needed.
She could feel her pussy lips pulling on her clitoris every time he made a stroke into her. About every ten to twelve strokes she would tighten her grip on him and cum. After a half hour she said,
“OK please no more. I can’t feel my pussy any more and my legs and feet are getting numb.”
Tony however was almost there and doubled his strokes fucking her as hard as he possibly could. Becky understood what was happening and held on tight. When he finally came she had cum again twice. He crawled off of her, but she wouldn’t let go cradling herself in his arms, mumbling,
“Stupid, stupid women.”
They lay there for another half hour catching their breath until she said,
“Honey it’s almost eight o’clock. I’m going to take a shower ‘cause I smell like a French whore the day after the fleet is in. You can join me if you wish and then I’ll make us breakfast. I’m starved.”
“OK … I’ll be in, in just a minute. I have some calls to make first.”
As he heard the shower, he pushed a speed dial button on his cell. It began to ring on the other side. A voice came on,
“Good Morning … this is Emile.”
“Emile, this is Mr. Miller.”
“Yes Sir, good morning.”
“Emile I need a catered brunch for four in my apartment at ten o’clock. Bring everything on your menu including two bottles … make it three of Dom, and I want the Champagne cold … Ok?”
“Mr. Miller it won’t be cheep.”
“That’s why I called you Emile. I don’t want anything cheep. The doorman will let you in.”
“Ten o’clock, we’ll get right on it sir.”
“Emile can you get three dozen roses somewhere and set up everything on my veranda?”
“Yes sir …of course.”
Tony dialed again and said,
“Jack there will be a caterer arriving just before ten o’clock. Let them into my apartment and help them in any way you can. There is a hundred in it for you.”
“You got it sir. Everything will be ready by ten.”
“Hello … Manhattan limousine, this is Antonio Miller. I need a stretch Mercedes at 610 2nd Ave. in the Village by 9:30 am. I want it for the entire day.
“Mr. Miller I have a Cadillac, but it isn’t a stretch.”
“How much business does my firm give you every year?”
“Mercedes 9:30 at 610, 2nd Ave. You got it Mr. Miller.”
Tony went into the bathroom and saw his little nympho almost asleep in the shower. When he got in he grabbed a bar of soap, a washcloth and wet them under the spray. He began at her feet, scrubbing up her legs and between her butt cheeks. He then washed her pussy lingering there several minutes. He kissed her on the clit and she moaned. Moving upward he washed her tummy then her tits, armpits and shoulders.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?”
“You would do that for me?”
“Baby, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
He washed her hair and rinsed it then told her they had to hurry.
He began to wash himself quickly and then rinsed off as she stood under the spray and watched.
“Tony … Do you want to do it in the shower?”
“I would love to baby, but we have places to go, so get out and dry off.”
“Oh …ok … I just thought …”
“I know sweetie, but I have a surprise for you.”
It was nine twenty when they began descending the stairs to the street. As they walked outside, there at the curb was one of the longest black limousines Becky had ever seen.
“I wonder why this is here,” she asked.
“It’s for us baby. We are going to brunch.”
“Tony,” she said gruffly, “you shouldn’t be squandering all your money like this. We can split a cab.”
“Get in girl.”
Becky got in the car and sat back, while Tony tuned in some jazz on the CD player. The drive through Central Park, to his apartment only took ten minutes. When the arrived she asked,
“Where are we?”
“For a little girl, you sure ask a lot of questions.”
Tony took her arm and walked to the building. Jack opened the door and heard Becky say,
“We can’t go in here. Look at the way we are dressed.”
“Don’t worry. I know a guy who lives upstairs.”
In the elevator Becky just shook her head and frowned. The elevator stopped and he walked her to apartment 4003. He pushed the buzzer and the door opened. Emile said, good morning Mr. Miller, your brunch is ready.”
“Thank you Emile. This is Miss Rebecca Davis.”
“Good Morning Miss. Rebecca.”
Becky looked much like Tony did when he first saw her. Her mouth hung open not believing what she saw. The veranda was set up beautifully, with three-dozen roses in the center of the table. As requested there was everything on Emile’s menu in hot and cold chafing dishes standing adjacent to the table. There was a fine tablecloth on the table and Emile’s private etched dinnerware set for two.
Becky looked at Tony and asked,
“What?”
“Please sit down,” he said.
Emile uncorked a bottle of Dom Pariogne Champagne and asked,
“Would you like some miss?”
“Thank you … Yes.”
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Emile poured two glasses of the expensive liquid then snapped his fingers. Three waiters began serving food from the chafing dishes and placed them in front of Tony and Becky.
“Coffee Miss Rebecca?”
“Yes thank you.”
As they ate she didn’t take her eyes off Tony.
“I don’t understand. How are you doing all this on a janitor’s salary?”
Tony pulled out his wallet and removed a business card. He handed it to Becky.
“Here read this.”
She took the card and read it out loud.
“Smith, Travis, Miller and Johnson.”
“Miller … Miller? That’s you?”
Tony looked at Becky and smiled.
“Guilty as charged.”
“But you said that you were the janitor.”
“No. I said, No … but sometimes I do his work. You just assumed I was the janitor. I’m the head of design and photography. I also write some of the copy, when necessary.”
“I feel like such a fool,” she said.
“Why … you didn’t know.”
“I was trying to think how I could help you.”
“Becky, you did help me. You literally saved my life.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you someday. Would you consider moving in here with me?”
“Here … this is your place?”
“Yes it is. You know the drawing you did of the old man in the park? It would look wonderful over the fireplace in the front room. What do you think?”
“Yah … I guess it would. Tony … what about Sonya?”
“Who is Sonya?”
“She is my roommate. She won’t be able to afford the apartment if I move.”
“I’ll buy the apartment and she can rent it for a dollar a year. Would that be ok?”
“What if they won’t sell it?”
“Then I’ll buy the building. I think I can get it for a million-five, maybe a million-seven. In any case don’t worry about it. Sonya will be safe and won’t have to pay a dime. Once I purchase it, you can go in there with Sonya and redecorate the whole building. Then we will surprise everyone and drop all the rents.”
“Tony you’re really something else.”
“Thank you. I have always wanted to be something else.”
They ate in silence enjoying the delicious repast. She was still in a shock regarding everything. It was difficult to believe this wonderful guy was one of the partners at the agency where hopefully she was going to work.
“Becky,” asked Tony, “Is your family home today?”
“Yes … I believe so. Why?”
“If you still want me to meet them, it might be a good time. Call them first and we’ll take the limo.”
They finished eating and as the waiters cleared everything away, Becky stood adjacent to the wall looking down at the city. She couldn’t believe what the last twenty hours had produced.
“Tony?”
“Yes baby?”
“Tony … what will happen if I get hired at the firm and then can’t cut it. I don’t want any special favors. I want to make it on my own abilities.”
“Fine … no problem. If you can’t cut it, we will just fire you.”
“But …”
“But then you and I will get married and you can stay home or I’ll get you a job as a janitor.”
“Tony, that isn’t funny.”
“Sweetie with your artistic ability, you will be running the Art department in no time. Stop worrying so much. Everything will be fine.”
The limo ride was smooth and the soft jazz on the CD was wonderful. Becky reached up and held his face, kissing him tenderly. He stopped her as they crossed the New Jersey border.
“Sweetie, if I meet your parents with an erection, don’t you think they might feel a little funny.”
“We have about ten minutes. Can’t we do it here?”
“No baby, we will be back at our place by six or seven. Just relax until then.”
“She gave a big sigh and said, “Oookkkk.”
When the limo pulled up in front of her parent’s house, everyone on the block came out to see who was there. It was an old 1940s era house, a faded yellow in color, which had been built just after the Second World War. The house had a large stone front porch, with a swing that would hold at least two people. Tony told the driver that he could go for dinner, but to be back by six o’clock. The driver nodded to Tony then drove off.
“Mom,” said Becky, “I have someone I want you to meet. Mom this is Tony. He is my boyfriend.”
“Oh my God,” said her mother, “Do you know who he looks like?”
Mr. Davis came out of the house and hugged Becky, and then extended his hand to Tony. Tony was stopped in his tracks, as he looked so much like Becky’s dad they could have been related. The group all went into the house. Mrs. Davis said, “Coffee anyone?”
The End !!! Hope You All Enjoys The Stories
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