"Do you think I should punish you for being such a bad boy?" I ask running my forefinger over his lip.
"How have I been bad?" he questions. His voice is low and deep, and I might think that he was hurt by the statement, but his eyes are sparkling.
"Well, Mr. Rhodes. You did not phone me to tell me that you were coming home. You have been very inconsiderate," I say lightly.
His eyebrows arch together and I know that he wants to argue this point, but I shake my duster in warning.
I step behind him again. I casually drop the duster off to the side. He wants to turn his head to look at me.
"No," I admonish, and firmly grab his jaw, holding it still and straight. I reach around him and unbuckle his belt, and placing one hand on his downy stomach, I quickly slide the leather through the loops, doubling it over in my hand. I walk around to the front. His eyes follow me. I caress his brown berry nipples with the belt loop, moving from one to the other. Puckering my lips in a pout, I slide the belt across his chest, down his stomach over a crop of brown soft hair following it downward. It ends somewhere below his waistband and I am hit with a pang of hard lust. I tuck the belt under my arm and proceed to undo his trousers. Nick swallows hard, closing his eyes. His pants drop. He is wearing black cotton briefs which barely hold in his bulging swollen package. I carefully pull down the underwear taking care not to touch him. His member is standing stiffly against his lower groin. I run the belt over his penis and down towards his balls. I can sense that he wants me to touch him, but I stop and move again, sliding up behind him, pressing my naked chest up against his back. I reach around and pinch his nipples hard. He still has his eyes shut tight and he groans, a deep guttural moan.
I playfully slap the belt across his butt.
"Is that it?" he asks. He drops his arms down from his head.
"Oh no, you don't!" I yell. I grab his arm and whack him with the belt- hard this time. He is laughing, a beautiful laugh that crinkles his eyes and shows all of his pearly white teeth.
"It's not funny," I yell in misery. I get about four more good whacks in.
Nick grabs me in his arms and maneuvers me over to the bed. He wrenches the belt out of my hands and tosses it. I want to protest, but he covers my mouth in his. He is on top of me now on the bed, and in a second, he is inside of me. I tear away from his lips, moaning as he thrusts in and out. Our lovemaking is frenetic, a flurry of unheeded passion. We abandon ourselves to animal urgency. I can feel him inside me and I close my eyes, concentrating on the wonderful feeling of his cock moving in and out, tickling my clit. I wrap my legs around him; I love this feeling of being so close to him and I just want to melt into him. I open my eyes and watch his face. His eyes are closed now and I can see the passion building in his face. He shudders hard, slowly continuing his thrusting, until he collapses on the side of me.
"That was good," he says, smiling. "Thank you, Kelly." He kisses my forehead, wraps me in his arms, and rolls onto his back. I relish in the afterglow, listening to his breathing. All of a sudden, a faint snore breaks the peace. I look up into his face.
Mr. Rhodes is asleep.
I don't want to leave. But after a few minutes, I unwind myself from his arms. He rolls onto his side, completely out of it. He must be tired, I think, from being on a plane all day. I grab an afghan that has been folded on the couch and cover him with it. He doesn't even move.
I slowly put my clothes back on, and walk into the bathroom to freshen up. I stare at the girl in the mirror, smoothing my uniform, tucking my hair. The girl is smiling, glowing. I wink back. I wash my hands, and on impulse, I flick my fingers sending water droplets cascading down the clean glass. Those will dry into some ugly looking water spots on the mirror, I think wickedly.
And if there's one thing Mr. Rhodes doesn't like, it's water spots on his bathroom mirror.
I'll be back first thing in the morning! Can't have the place a mess now, can we?
The End.
Not in a Hurry
I brushed her arm gently. She pulled away at first, not expecting the sudden touch, but she quickly relaxed and let me rub her arms softly. I was slow and methodical, using a special oil I had gotten just for this occasion. The thick smell was like a field of wild flowers. She smiled and tried to shift around, but the restraints on her wrists and ankles made it so just her middle moved, and that only a little.
I moved over her shoulders and neck gently massaging her tense muscles. Slowly I worked down her other arm and then back up to the neck of her tank top. I ran just my fingertips down the sides of her body till I got to the bottom of her skirt. It went all the way down to her knees, but I was in no hurry. She sighed as I rubbed her feet and calves. The oil mixed a bit with the thin layer of dust left on her skin from walking in flip flops.
I shook my head silently and started working up her leg again. When I reached her skirt I pushed it up an inch and started rubbing the oil in. Then I inched up just a little further. She shifted around again smiling, but I only made it up to her mid thigh before I abandoned the area. Instead I pushed up the bottom of her tank-top and began rubbing her stomach. Her thin yellow top rested a couple inches below her chest. I took a moment to watch her well shaped breasts rise and fall on the bed. Then I gently pushed my palms into her middle and spread them out to her sides. I poured on more oil and continued my massage, bending down and kissing her lightly on the stomach. She giggled as her smile widened.
I took my oily hands and carefully traced her breasts. She shifted around again waiting for me to finally reach her more sensitive areas. I bent down and kissed her through the yellow fabric where I knew one of her nipples would be. She giggled again and shifted around. I kissed her other nipple and slowly pushed a slippery hand under her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra so my hand cupped her bare skin. I began to slowly knead her chest as I poured oil onto her shirt. The thin material quickly became transparent showing the dark nipples against her skin. I placed my index finger directly on top of her nipple and began to slowly make circles with it as I rubbed her other breast. Every so often I would lean down and kiss one nipple or the other, but mostly I just enjoyed watching as the began to stand. I wasn't in any hurry.
I finally pulled her top up over her breasts, smiling and admiring my work. He nipples were now both fully erect. I reach down and fondle one as I kissed the other. I smiled mischievously and carefully brought it between my teeth. She gasped as I flicked my tongue across the delicate bud between my front teeth. I squeezed her other nipple between thumb and forefinger as I released her from my bite. She gasped again and began to squirm against her restraints. I let go trailing a finger down the center line of her body to where her skirt was.
I reached under her skirt to see how my efforts would be rewarded, running my hands up her soft white thighs. Her panties were already wet. I moved her skirt up so I could see the dark stain on her white panties. I pushed my head in placing a kiss on the wettest spot. My hands began to rub her in thighs, sometimes reaching out over her and grabbing her bum. My tongue began to taste her sweet juices that had spilled into her panties. I worked at it slowly trying to suck out as much as I could before pushing them aside to see her pussy. She moaned and squirmed the entire time. She was so sensitive, and so sweet. As I stared at her slit I considered just leaving her like this, letting the feeling torture her as I took a smoke. She hated waiting when we were in bed, but she always told me I wasn't patient enough out of it. I glanced up at her chest. It was moving up and down quickly as she waited for me to continue. She didn't say a word though.
I leaned in and kissed her pussy, shaven clean just for me to kiss. She nearly came right there, gasping and twitching. I flicked my tongue across here clitoris, making her squirm even more. I decided to give her what she wanted, pushing my tongue deep into her cunt and drawing circles around her clit with my finger. She couldn't take the sudden assault and came right there. She let out a high pitch moan and arched her back as the juices flowed from deep inside
her. I waited as she moaned again and again, tensing and relaxing till her orgasms subsided.
I left her there, naked on the bed. I decided to go get that cigarette after all. Maybe when I got back I'd lube up and fuck her brains out. Maybe I'd go down to the local diner and get some food. There was probably a list of groceries on the fridge too. She'd be ready to give me anything I wanted by the time I got back in there. It didn't matter to me, I wasn't in a hurry.
The End.
Hotel Africa
Sylvie was on top. She watched her husband seductively, his cock buried deep inside her and she squeezed and teased him. His muscular body had enough power to take complete control; to buck and fuck her hard if he wanted to, but he restrained himself, allowing her to give him pleasure. She through her head back, her long blond hair flowing over her shoulder and her pert breasts defying gravity in front. She was nearly on the brink now, her orgasm had been building for some time now and she was ready to let rip. And then her mobile rang.
Without hesitation she picked it up on the first ring. She smiled as she felt it vibrate in her hand and put the phone onto her clit. She groaned loudly. Two rings left and it would go to voicemail. It vibrated again against and she gritted her teeth, pressed answer and held the phone to her ear.
"Hello? Yes, this is Sylvie speaking. Okay. That's great news, thank you. When do we start? Okay, we're looking forward to it. See you next week."
With that she chucked the phone down, gripped her husband's torso and started fucking him wildly. Matt closed his eyes in ecstasy; he was ready to cum but he held off until Sylvie came first. Matt didn't have long to wait. Sylvie was up and down like a wild cat, sweat dripping off her brow, her mouth open, her groans now turned to screams. She was anything but quiet in bed. Her first orgasm ran through her body as she screamed. Matt took his opportunity and started bucking his hips, taking the control away from his wife. As she started cumming again Matt ejaculated deep inside her. He gripped her hips and pumped furiously as he squirted deep inside her. Sylvie was almost crying as she came. His orgasm subsided but he stayed inside her, allowing her to have one final orgasm then she collapsed on him, kissing him, whispering in his ear how much she loved him and how much she loved to fuck him. They cuddled for a while before she got up.
"Who was on the phone?"
"The lady from the agency. We got the job managing Hotel Africa."
Matt grinned. He really wanted this job more than anything. A husband and wife team running an exclusive Five Star hotel just outside of Cape Town.
The lady from the agency also hung up the phone, feeling guilty that she had eavesdropped on such personal business yet blessed having achieved an orgasm of her own by listening to them
They were half way across the Atlantic, Business Class of course, when Matt pulled out a neatly wrapped gift from his laptop case. How Customs hadn't picked up on it or asked him to unwrap it he didn't know. That would have been embarrassing and spoilt the surprise. Sylvie smiled as she pulled the paper off, revealing an attractive box. It opened from the top and as she pulled off the first sheet of sponge she was rewarded with a gold bracelet with an unusual looking pendant.
He put it lovingly around her wrist. She knew he was up to his old tricks as she removed the second layer of sponge, and lying in the box were a pair of love eggs. Matt explained.
"These are not ordinary love eggs; they vibrate. The pendant controls them. I'll show you." He took her wrist and flicked a tiny switch on the pendant. The eggs started vibrating in the box, fortunately they were separated by the wrapping so it was quiet. Then Matt took her arm and moved it above her head and as he did so the eggs almost stopped moving. As he brought her wrist down again the vibrated started, and the closer the pendant, the more aggressive the vibrations.
"They can be used vaginally or anally." He added with a cheeky grin.
"Vaginally I think." She responded coolly. Business Class wasn't full and as it was night time most of the other passengers were asleep. She hiked her skirt and opened her legs, then took the eggs and rubbed them against her pussy. The first one hummed against her clit and she manoeuvred against her slit making it wet and lubricated. It slipped inside her easily and she sat bolt upright as she felt it go inside. The second was inserted just as easily and Sylvie felt as if she was about to cum right there and then. Knowing that it would be impossible to cum quietly she flicked the switch on her pendant and snuggled up to her husband.
"Thank you," she whispered as she fell asleep.
Cape Town is hotter than Los Angeles in Summer but they were both accustomed to the heat. They were met at the airport by a limousine and taken to Hotel Africa; about an hour's drive away. The hotel was spectacular – a mix of colonial style with modern facilities. As the porters took their luggage they were met by a young and attractive mixed-race girl.
"Welcome, I'm Katie, Assistant Manager. You must be Matt and Sylvie."
The shook hands politely as Katie walked them to reception. Two good looking Americans. Katie wondered which one she fancied more.
She explained that the old managers had mismanaged the cash flow and had been terminated at short notice and she, personally, was pleased that the Directors had recruited from overseas. She didn't trust the white South Africans very much, even though her father was one. She gave them a tour of the site and in a professional manner she emphasised the areas that she thought were of greatest concern, as well as where the greatest growth potential stood. Security was always a worry and she had personally installed cameras throughout the site. After Sylvie had shown them their separate offices, she explained that she had work to do but she was available at any time for them.
"I'm going to check the bar and restaurant." Matt stated. Sylvie nodded.
"I'll check security."
Matt was a little dejected that he hadn't had the chance to fuck Sylvie, especially as he knew she still had the love eggs embedded deep inside her. He wondered if they were switched on. And then there was that cute mix-raced chick; Katie. He wondered how easy she would be. Damn, he was horny!
He entered the bar to find very few customers inside. Four bar staff were present, two ladies and two men. He didn't hesitate.
"You two," he pointed at the girls, "my office. Now."
Obediently they followed and within moment he was seated at his over seized oak desk with two gorgeous black girls facing him. He liked the dress code – short black skirts and skimpy white blouses. Nice.
"I saw you two stealing from the till." It was a statement that sent the girls into shock. Their jaws dropped as they tried to protest their innocence.
"Boss, we didn't, we wouldn't..."
"Forget it. Get your shit and get out of here. Your finish pay will follow."
"But Boss, truly, we haven't done anything wrong! " The first protested.
"And it's impossible getting work in South Africa..."
Matt already knew this. They hadn't done anything wrong, the cameras would prove that, but he was enjoying his little game.
"We'd do anything to keep our job! Anything!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, Boss," said the first, "we're loyal to Hotel Africa and we'll do anything to ask us to." She was visibly shaking and Matt began to wonder if he had pushed this too far. He decided he could go a bit further.
"Okay, prove your loyalty. Kiss."
They stared at Matt as if he had gone mad, then shrugged and faced each other.
The girls had looked similar at first, probably from the tribe, but as he watched them he could see obvious differences between them. They both had great bodies but one had subtle scars on her cheeks; probably tribal scarring. He decided to call her Scarface. The other had braided hair so he called her Braids. He watched as Braids touched Scarface's cheek and they brought their lips together. They touched, kissing gently. Matt felt a twitch in his pants, he suspected that they might have kissed before. Braids pulled her partner closer and kissed her passionately. Tongues intertwined and the
y pulled each other close. Matt wondered if this was a show in order to keep their jobs, nevertheless they seemed very happy in what they were doing. After two minutes of deep passionate kissing they pulled apart.
"Is there anything else we can do to show our loyalty?"
Matt grinned. He had them right where he wanted them.
"Yes. Undress each other."
Without waiting, Scarface started unbuttoning Braids' blouse and within seconds it was on the floor. She quickly unzipped her skirt and that too joined the blouse. Braids performed the same actions and the two girls stood before Matt in knickers and bras. They knew what he wanted and they were determined to keep their jobs.
Scarface's bra was unclipped and her breasts revealed. Immediately Braids took a nipple to her mouth and sucked gently. As she did this Scarface unclipped her bra also, released her breast and pulled down Braids' panties. Braids followed and the girls were stark naked. Their bodies were perfect – great tits and shaved pussies. Matt didn't have to say anything as the girls continued their passionate kiss, hands roaming over each other's bodies and gasps of pleasure could be heard from both.
Matts cock was fully erect now. He couldn't believe how easy this was. Sylvie was busy with Security and he had these two beauties at his mercy.
As if understanding his needs, the girls joined him on his side of the desk. Braids kissed him as Scarface unbuttoned his shirt and undid his trousers. She rubbed his cock as she kissed his chest. Without asking, she removed his clothes as Braids pushed her tits into his face. He sat in his chair naked and the girls instinctually went for his cock. It was a good eight inches and Braids ran her tongue from bottom of his shaft to the top and Scarface took his balls into her mouth. Matt was in Heaven. Braids took his cock into her mouth, tonguing it gently, then forced it to the back of her throat. She couldn't take it all but she was close. Meanwhile Scarface played lovingly with his balls, her other hand rested Braids' bum.
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