He placed his hand on my thigh and stroked me, sending an electric current shooting up my spine. His hand went deeper between my thighs and grabbed my pussy. He inserted a finger into my hole and I gasped. God! It was wonderful. His fingers found my clit and he stroked it. I fell against him and kissed him full in the mouth. If he was surprised then fuck him; I’ve never had a man finger fuck me and I don’t become intimate with him. While still kissing him, I grabbed his massive cock in my hand and gasped at the sheer strength of the thing.
I unlocked my lips from his and stared in wonder at the beastly serpent in my hand. It had a big head, like the fist of a baby, and it was very wide in circumference, slightly hooked inwardly. It had prominent veins running all over its length, and it was a very dark tube of muscle, presently throbbing hungrily and menacingly. I stroked its shiny head and felt the juices of his lust shoot out of its eye. I rubbed his liquid all over his head and stroked it with my fingers. He moaned excitedly and shoved his middle finger deeper into my pussy. I encircled my fingers around his gigantic rod and stroked him. It felt like a big bamboo stick in my hand.
He got up and impatiently took off his pants. He stood tall over me, his big black dick strongly erect. Staring at it, I felt all of a sudden weak at the knees. Steven Hensley grabbed his big black phallus in his hand and came back closer to me, directing it at my face.
‘Take it, baby…take it and show it some love. It loves ya; show it you love it back.’
I took him in my mouth and began to stroke him with my lips and tongue.
‘Yeah, that’s it, spit at it, baby,’ he urged, stroking my hair. ‘Make it wet, baby, make it wet and show it you care.’
I did as commanded, wetting him with a generous supply of saliva and sucking hard on his big head. He hiked his left foot to rest beside me on the couch, and I grabbed his balls in my left hand and stroked them as I sucked on his cock.
He lowered his hands down to my chest and grabbed my breasts, stroking them. ‘Yeah,’ he said with a moan of excitement. ‘That’s it right there. Stroke that shit like an expert. Oh I love the way you do your shit, girl…You’re a muthafuckin’ expert cocksucker…Keep slurping on my dick and show it who’s the boss…Ah! Oh yeah…Bitch you got no respect for my dick…You got no fuckin’ respect for my dick. Come here, I’mma show you who’s the boss…’
He got down to his knees and pushed up my skirt, exposing my pearl for his delight. He looked at my eyes and smiled. ‘You smell wonderful.’
He parted my legs and then placed both his hands under my buttocks, cupping them. He descended with his mouth upon my fruit, taking it in his mouth and stroking it with his lips and tongue.
‘Jesus! Girl, you got a big clit!’
I wasn’t surprised. That was the usual reaction I got from people when they first saw my larger than normal clit. It protruded about two inches outside my labia, and was a great turn on for some people I had had the pleasure – or displeasure – of fucking with. Taraje loved it. I wondered if Steven Hensley liked it.
I wasn’t about to get an answer from him now, though. He grunted wildly and took it in between his lips. He stroked it with his tongue and sucked hard on it until I felt myself begin to cum. I writhed my legs helplessly but Steven held firm to my ass, burying his mouth deeper into my pussy and giving me exquisite pleasure with his mouth.
I stroked his hair, took his ears in my hands and stroked them.
He slid his mouth down the crack of my ass and licked me down there, making circles around my anal hole with the tip of his tongue and sending me to higher levels of ecstasy. His mouth came back to cup my pussy, while his hands left my ass and came to my chest to cup my tits. He squeezed my nipples in between his fingers as he nibbled at my pussy lips and explored the insides of my canal with his tongue.
He took my clit inside his mouth and sucked hard on it. A low rumbling sound started deep from inside me and then rolled off my lips as a wild scream of delight. I dug my fingers into his hair as another involuntary scream escaped me at the same time that I exploded in a torrential orgasm. He held on to my clit with his mouth and sucked me harder even as my legs trembled violently. Then he drew back and smiled triumphantly, stroking my anus with the middle finger of his right hand.
I lay back right there on the couch, helpless and astounded by the shattering power of my orgasm.
‘Bitch, you’re a nymphomaniac with an evil spirit. I’mma fuck you ’til that spirit doesn’t wanna reside inside o’ ya. Come here.’
He pulled me to sit up on the couch. Still on his knees right there before me, he pulled me to him and embraced me to his naked chest. His body was strong and rigid with muscle. A warm feeling washed over me and I closed my eyes and savored the moment. I felt whole...even loved...as he held me there in his warm hands.
He caressed my back with his strong hands and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling that washed over me. I felt his hands slide down my back and coming to rest on my buttocks. He cupped my ass and squeezed it. Then abruptly he let go of me.
He got up and walked back to his desk. He pulled open one of the drawers on the other side of the desk and lit a joint of marijuana. The acrid smell of the joint quickly spread across the room. He went to a mini bar by one corner of the office and poured some whisky from a decanter into two glasses. He came back toward me and handed me one of the glasses as he took a long pull at the joint. He sat down next to me and handed me the joint.
I took a hungry pull at the joint and closed my eyes as the sweet smoke coursed throughout the rest of my body. Took another drag, slower this time, and held it inside my mouth, swallowing it and forcing it to calm my nerves. I felt my stomach knot with a tingling sensation as I stared at Steven’s big cock, hanging limp now between his legs, but still a big, dark monster of a thing. A strong surge of lust flooded my loins and I found myself getting wet.
He pulled the joint from my hands. ‘Women don’t know shit ’bout smoking hash,’ he said, taking a long drag at the joint and blowing a long trail of smoke out of his mouth.
I drank the whisky he had given me, swallowing half of it. It burned its way down my throat and tears flooded my eyes. I placed the glass in a cup holder in the couch and then went down on my knees before him. I took his magnificent dick in my left hand and pushed him gently with my right hand to relax his back on the couch. His genitals came to full view. He had a big set of balls, their sac very dark and covered in thick black hairs. I grabbed them in my right hand and cupped them, stroking them while I caressed his cock with my left hand, awakening it.
He sighed and took a pull from the joint. I took it from his hand and pulled hard on it. Then I blew the smoke at his cock, watching it balloon into massive strength. I lowered my hand down to it and gave him a thorough blowjob for a long time.
‘My cock’s dry, baby,’ he said. ‘Make it wet. Make it wet and slurp on it with those beautiful lips of yours. Slurp on it like a trained hooker…’
I applied a generous supply of saliva onto his dick and rubbed it all over his dark tube with my mouth.
‘Thank you…,’ he said. ‘You’re good, girl…The best I’ve had in a long time. That’s it…Suck on that muthafucka like a pro. You’re bad, girl. You suck cock better than a professional hooker…’
I looked up at him and gave him a smile. He had just given me the best compliment about my oral sexual performance I had ever received from anyone. Or maybe the pot and whisky had rendered me senseless? I pulled the glass from his hand and gulped down the rest of its contents. It tasted delicious this time. I also pulled the remaining stub of the pot cigarette from his mouth and dropped it into the empty glass of whisky.
I climbed onto him and carefully inserted his enormous rod into my pussy. He impatiently grabbed my waist and pushed himself up and deeper into me and I gasped in shock. He was so huge!
I began to dance up and down on him, thwacking my butt against his strong thighs as I bounced myself up and down on his pedestal. He grabbed my tits and pulled me
towards him as he took them in his mouth. He sucked hard on my tits until I erupted in a wail of ecstasy as a powerful orgasm tore throughout me and shot out from all the pores of my body. I collapsed limp against his strong frame and lay motionless.
‘Come on, girl,’ he protested. ‘I ain’t done witchyu.’
He rose up to his feet, scooping me like a baby in his strong arms. Then he turned around and placed me on the couch. ‘On your knees,’ he commanded. ‘Face down, ass up…I wanna see how tight you are.’ He placed a hand in the crack of my ass and stroked my anus.
I did as ordered and buried my face down in the couch, hiking my ass up and backing it to him. I felt his hands on my buttocks as he parted them. A wetness came between my buttocks and I understood that he had spat generously at me. A thick finger slid into my anus and set me alight.
And then the monster cock came in slowly, forcing its way into my tight anal hole. ‘Please don’t hurt me,’ I cried suddenly, fear gripping me.
He stopped. ‘What? You never had anal?’
In all my 24 years on earth I had had anal sex only once. I had been extremely drunk then and I didn’t even recall the experience now. But presently I was stone cold sober and was afraid that Steven Hensley would ravage my anus and tear it apart.
‘Let’s get some lube on ya, girl, I don’t wanna hurt you. I like you too much to hurt you.’
You don’t like me, asshole. You just wanna fuck me and discard me like the rest of the girls you have the power to control. Private thoughts, Miss Thompson.
He went to his desk and momentarily returned with a bottle of lube. He applied it to the crack of my ass and I closed my eyes and let him feed the menacing snake that was his cock inside of me. It foraged inside me hungrily and enslaved me with its strength and power. Gradually his thrusts inside me quickened and he held tightly onto my waist as he jammed and slammed himself into me. When he came, it was with a loud groan of satisfaction. He held me firmly to him and emptied himself inside me.
I dropped onto the couch and coiled away from him. He sat down next to me and picked me up in his arms. ‘Baby, don’t be afraid of me. You’re wonderful. You’re very wonderful.’
I buried my face in his chest and sobbed quietly.
He stroked my hair gently. ‘Ssh…don’t cry, baby,’ he said in a concerned voice. ‘Don’t cry...’
He couldn’t understand that I was not crying out of grief. I was crying tears of happiness. It always happens to me when I’ve been fucked well and good. My boss was a great fucker and he had just taken me to heaven and back. I felt physically and emotionally attached to him. All this because the man had just fucked me mercilessly in the ass and made me climax like a maniac.
He rose to his feet suddenly. He walked to his desk and picked up a wad of Kleenex and cleaned his cock. Then he began to get dressed. ‘My private bathroom is over there. Clean yourself,’ he said brusquely. The limo will take you back to Long Island…I’ve got business to attend to.’
And like that he was done with me.
The Spa
When I got back to the Hensley mansion, an unsmiling Veronica accosted me, ‘Where’ve you been?’
I was having your husband's cock inside my ass, bitch. ‘I went for a walk,’ I replied, praying that she hadn’t seen me leave with the limo.
She eyed me with what I assumed to be a suspicious look for what seemed to be a longer than desirable moment. ‘Wait for me in the car. We are going to the spa.’
I’d never been to a spa, but I assumed that I would be required to get somewhat naked for somebody to put their oily hands on me. It wouldn’t do for me to be stinking of sex if that happened. ‘I gotta take a shower first.’
Veronica smiled, but the smile was so out of place on her hard face I found it hard to believe. ‘Be quick.’
I guess Veronica had so much money she didn’t find it necessary to ask people to do things for her; she found it better to order people around. I shrugged it off as her general bitchiness and went to my assigned quarters, where I had a bathroom that was too large to be called a bathroom, with more amenities than was necessary in a bathroom, including a jacuzzi and a large flat screen TV on one of the walls, presumably to entertain one when she was enjoying soaking herself in the jacuzzi.
I took a quick shower in the bathroom and then dressed myself in a pair of jean-shorts and a tank top. I shoved my feet into some Nike sneakers and then found my way through the big house outside. The limo was parked in front of the house, but it was devoid of human life, and the chauffeur, dressed in his usual dark formal uniform, was a distance away, chatting to the gardener, who was pruning some shrubs near the swimming pool.
I went back into the house, thinking to myself how difficult it would be to guess where to find Veronica in the big mansion. I pulled out my phone and called her. She told me to come on over to her dressing room.
Steven and Veronica did not have a bedroom; they had a fantabulous suite that could’ve attained fame as the super-luxurious suite of a hotel. To complement it, it had two separate dressing rooms for the master and lady of the house respectively.
Presently, I found Veronica trying on a pair of white shorts in her dressing room – which, incidentally, was bigger than my entire SoHo studio apartment. Other than the white shorts, she had nothing else on. For a 35-year-old, she had a great body. Forgive me, but at 24, I generally assume that anyone above 30 is old. Veronica had a very slim body, and I imagine she devoted a lot of time to keeping herself that way. She had a pair of beautiful boobs. They were so perfectly round it was obvious they’d come courtesy of a talented plastic surgeon. They were not big or small; just the right size for her trim figure. She had very long blonde hair that was in direct contrast to my dark hair. I also had long hair which reached down to the small of my back, but today I’d tied it in a ponytail.
Veronica’s dressing room had multiple mirrors, giving one the impression of being in a kaleidoscope. The mirrors showed you every possible angle of your body. Veronica caught me staring at her boobs as she pulled on a brown sleeveless top. ‘You like them?’
‘They’re gorgeous,’ I said honestly.
‘Can you tell they’re fake?’
‘No, are they?’ I lied. I’d long designated Veronica to the genus of narcissist, so I told her what she wanted to hear.
‘You’re lucky to reach your age without a child,’ she said. ‘I had Fort when I was 17. Breastfed him for a full year, and afterwards my tits were never the same. When you reach 30 everything starts going south, so I got these firmed up. If you don't maintain yourself, you may lose your man to a younger thing with firm parts...no offense intended,’ she added apologetically.
Bitch. ‘None taken,’ I assured her.
An awkward moment of silence ensued. I searched for something to say and when it came I grabbed it immediately.
‘Do you regret having a child?’ I asked her as she sat down on a stool and slid her feet into a pair of Jimmy Choos.
She shook her head. ‘No, Fort’s one of the two greatest things to happen to my life. The other is being married to a man who is so wealthy I’ve never had to work a single day in my life.’
She went to one of the closets and swung the door open. A neat stack of handbags was lined in shelves inside the closet. She selected a Burberry handbag and came with it to the table that was in the center of the room. She emptied the contents of her Bulgari handbag into the Burberry. She swung the later onto her right shoulder and said, ‘Let’s go.’
We went outside to the limo. The chauffeur ran to the car when he saw us emerging out of the house. He opened the right backdoor for us. I entered first and slid over to the left side of the seat, making room for Veronica-Rich-Bitch on the right. As the engine roared to life, Veronica pulled out a bottle of Dom Pérignon and two glasses from one of the limo’s many compartments. She handed me the bottle and told me to open it. I took the moment to look at her hands and realized that they were beautifully manicured. I guess she
didn't want to spoil her long nails.
I opened the Dom Pérignon with a slight popping sound and then poured it into the glasses. I got them half-full and then placed the bottle into a holder that was in the middle of the seat, between us. She handed me my glass and I took a sip of the Dom Pérignon and instantly thought I could get used to this life.
Veronica gulped down hers and then quickly poured some more of the exquisite champagne. She took carefully measured sips this time around.
I checked the time on my iPhone as the car pulled out of the Hensley mansion. It was 14.23. ‘What time will we be back? I’ve got a lesson with Fort when he returns from school.’
Because they dismissed early from school on Fridays, he had promised me our lesson for that day would be at 4PM.
‘Forget it,’ said his mother. ‘The kid’s probably skipped school and he’s fucking some young pussy he has found somewhere as we speak,’ said his mother.
It was comforting to know that the mother knew that her son was a sexually rampant pig, but it was discomforting to sit there with her knowing that I’d recently fucked with her husband...
‘It’s a Friday, let’s enjoy life like we’re supposed to,’ Veronica was saying. ‘Today’s ladies night. Just you and me, baby, having fun, with no dicks to disturb us...’
I wondered how much Veronica had had to drink prior to meeting me today. At the same time I felt a tinge of compassion for her. The woman spent her life holed up in that mansion of hers without much to do. Because I’ve never been rich, I’d never imagined or asked myself what it is that rich people do with their time. Because we don’t have money, most of us spend our time chasing money so much that we don’t really have time to enjoy ourselves. We imagine wealthy people to be living fabulous lives. And then it comes as a shock when you discover that this person sitting next to you has everything she could ever want in life, yet she has moments of loneliness and unhappiness.
‘My husband and I were high school sweethearts. When you think about it, it really is hard to believe that we’ve been together this long. By any form of reasoning, we should be divorced by now...I mean, my husband has become so successful that he has the money to fuck any pussy he wants, bar none. But he has chosen to stick with me...’
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