by The Queen
It’s going to be hard leaving him behind, because he sure knows how to satisfy my every sexual desire and cooks his ass off to feed me. Kelly would die if she ever found out I spend almost every night with him. I don’t love him or anything like it. For me, it’s just something good to do. After Robert, I’m not trying to love any man, any time soon. I’m simply enjoying one of life’s pleasures: the dick. A powerful one might I add. With all the cooking he does for me, I have gained ten pounds. Thankfully, it’s proportioned. I’m sure I’ll lose it once I leave.
I have yet to let him know that I’m getting ready to leave D.C. and him, as well. Based on my previous attempts to end things with him, I don’t think he’d take it too well. So, it’s best I just go and leave him in the dark.
The craziest thing happened last night while we were fucking, or making love according to him. I kept imagining I was fucking Mr. Brad Neely’s 61-year-old, crusty white ass. Even worse, I was even more turned on sexually. While Eric was eating my pussy, I looked down and saw Mr. Neely, and although it scared the shit out of me, I had a magnanimous orgasm. Then when Eric was on top stroking me with his big dick, I opened my eyes briefly and saw Mr. Neely again. When I closed my eyes back, I had another explosive orgasm.
Eric was wondering what came over me because he said he never got such a reaction from me before, but he said he enjoyed it. Damn, I better stop flirting with that old man so much. Now I see his face popping up at the wrong times.
I think the whole exhibition thing must be a turn-on for me. The other day when in Mr. Neely’s office going over some of the New York office’s work, I unbuttoned my suit jacket, revealing my braless camisole. I didn’t do it seductively. I just did it to be more comfortable since I was leaning forward and the buttons were constricting my movement. I didn’t think much of it until Mr. Neely suddenly kept losing his train of thought. When I finally realized the reason, I decided to give him a peepshow on the down low. I did my famous pen dropping, knowing full well when I bent to pick it up, my breast would be fully exposed to Mr. Neely. I think my knowing it turned him on made my nipples harden through my camisole. All blood flow was now confined to my nipples, and they stood at attention, begging to be seen.
Mr. Neely obviously wanted another glimpse, because he dropped some papers, and I bent to collect them from the floor without his assistance. While he was trying to collect his thoughts, my mind was racing with thoughts of my hardened nipples being sucked by him. Talk about a wet pussy. Mine was so wet I was surprised it didn’t leave a wet spot on the back of my skirt. I was actually longing for his fingers to make their way up my skirt to find my tropical oasis.
All of this was probably preplanned in my subconscious, because that morning when I got dressed, I already knew I’d be meeting with Mr. Neely. I think that’s why I elected to wear a camisole top with no bra under my suit jacket. Although I always wear a thong, I enhanced the effect with a pair of crotch less pantyhose that I picked up from a lingerie store.
The first opportunity that presented itself, and without being too obvious, I allowed Mr. Neely a glimpse underneath my skirt. He couldn’t hide his erection as he began choking. That didn’t stop him from wanting to see more. He kept finding all kinds of excuses to get me to bend in various positions. I got a kick out of playing along. I even went as far as to sit in one of the chairs in his office that leans back and cross my legs like a man.
Mr. Neely turned on the television in his office and had me focus my attention on CNN. I knew what he was up to. In turn, he focused his eyes between my legs, taking in the full view I was affording him. I kept my eyes fixed on the television the entire time I watched him in my peripheral sight as he rubbed himself behind his desk. I slightly adjusted myself in the seat to cause my skirt to rise higher, enhancing his view. I had to do the pen-dropping thing once more. So, I uncrossed my legs, with a total view for Mr. Neely, and then let him see the boobs again.
When Mr. Neely had all he could stand, he abruptly ended our meeting, saying, “I’m sorry, Shawnee. I’m going to have to cut our meeting short. I have an important call to make. I just want you to know, you have some really spiffy outfits. Keep them up.”
I thanked him, and then he said, “Perhaps we could meet over dinner when you arrive to New York.”
“That would be wonderful,” I told him, then buttoned my jacket up, fixed my skirt, and left his office.
Although I get turned on by the exhibition game, I don’t know what I would do if Mr. Neely tried to take it any further.
37
Harmony
In Todd’s and my plan to avoid a run-in with Charise, Todd found out all of Charise’s appointments ahead of time and would stay away from the office. It broke my heart when Todd told me that he learned Lewis left Charise to return to Sandy in Houston of all places. It turned out Sandy’s baby did belong to Lewis after all. I still haven’t found out where in Houston they are living so I could avoid that part of town.
Earlier today, Todd was informed by Charise’s doctor that Charise gave birth at 3:30 this morning. I want to go to the hospital so bad, but once I do that, I will have blown my cover and not only have Charise bearing all her woes to me, but Sandy, as well.
Sorry, Charise, I can’t chance it.
Todd tried to talk me into going because he felt sorry for her, too, but I explained the feud between Sandy and Charise, coupled with Charise telling Kelly that I’m in Houston, which would result in Kelly telling Sandy. Then I’d be caught in the middle of a war with both sisters in the same town sharing the same baby’s father. Todd eventually saw things from my view and said he’d get some people to check on her. That was a relief.
What a mess! What a mess!
He did let me know that Charise found a friend that has been very helpful and was present for the baby’s birth. I guess that’s a good thing, also. Especially the fact that Charise has made a friend. As far back as I can remember, Charise has never had any girlfriends. Kelly was as close to a girlfriend as it gets, but then, Kelly would often be so mean to Charise, who just seemed to find comfort in her own little zone. Now she has a new baby and a new friend.
This might be the makings of a new and improved Charise. Then again, with her having a baby by Lewis, nothing good could come of that.
38
Elaine
Boy, if I would have known business was going to be like this in New York, I would have come here long ago.
My VIP department is by appointment only, and there isn’t an empty hour in a day. My VIP department is open until midnight, while the main store is closed off to the public by 7:00 p.m. The main store stays busy because everyone is trying to catch a glimpse of the VIP’s that come through all day long.
I hired four buyers just to go around the world and find me the top of the line shoes and accessories. They are worth every penny spent. I hired Jason, who is the most flamboyant gay guy that New York had to offer, to manage my boutique along with myself. Of course, he came with a long list of credentials and recommendations from people in the industry. He doesn’t let a person out of the door without spending over a thousand dollars. My average per sale transaction has been six thousand dollars. That’s why I love him and would do anything to keep him, if need be.
My VIP’s buy five to ten pairs of shoes with accessories at a time. My VIP department alone pays all of my bills. At this pace, I could open another location in no time.
And with all these higher prices, my dates are much more generous and less demanding of my time since they know I’m busy with the boutiques. Business has always been good at my Georgetown boutique, but it doesn’t hold a candle to my New York location. I’ve even had some of my Georgetown customers take a trip to Manhattan to buy shoes. Both have high-quality shoes, but my Manhattan boutique has higher quality and a much higher demand. I did want to open a location on the west coast, but it seems like it’s going to be difficult to juggle. Many of my New York clients fly in from the west coast to shop. Needless t
o say, they are putting the pressure on me to open up that west coast boutique. Who knows? Maybe I will in another year when I know things are stable on this end.
I’m not sure what poor Robert will do once I leave for the west coast. He’s got it bad. It’s flattering and all, but he’s got it really bad. Due to inflation and high demand, I had to raise his price up to fifty thousand dollars. He replied, “Oh, Elaine, you’re killing me,” and then said, “Okay,” all in the same breath. Now he has graduated to cross dressing. He likes to wear lingerie and wants me to fuck him in the ass. Oh, but he’s still all man, and he services me just right when I’m done with him.
39
Shawnee
Damn, I’ve been gone for three days and already missing my fix from Eric. Oh well, New York presents a wealth of opportunities. There is plenty of eye candy right in the building I work in, and since I’m the fresh meat on the block, I have been getting plenty of attention. I haven’t seen anything I want to get involved with and then have the possible headache of not being able to get rid of when I’m done with him. Anything inside the building or on the same block may be a little too close for comfort.
I decided to stay in the corporate apartment. I wasn’t trying to have the headache of rushing to find a new home yet. Not only that, but I get to stay rent-free and save money, too. The apartment is not too far from Central Park and will allow me closer access just in case I start back jogging. The fitness center is right in the next building, which I’m happy about since I couldn’t bring my home gym equipment with me from D.C. The furnishings are elegant, but nothing that I would have particularly went out to buy myself. Most of the furniture in D.C. I gave away because it was something Robert and I picked out together. Other stuff I just put in storage until I decide what I want to do with it, or where I will end up moving to.
Mr. Neely called to let me know he was in town, and asked to take me to dinner and show me around New York. I agreed. I figured in my boredom, I’d get a kick out of watching him drool. I had to search for just the right “play” outfit. Since it was cold outside, I had to find something to keep me warm while I gave my peepshow.
I decided on a brown wool skirt longer than a mini-skirt, but shorter than any professional skirt, along with thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, and no thong. On top, I went with a revealing cream-colored silk blouse with a half-cup lace bra that only covered a portion of my nipples. Of course, for the public eyes, I have a brown plaid wool blazer to match my skirt. I wore a brown full-length wool coat with a mink collar and sleeves to weather the frigid outdoor temperatures.
The doorman called to inform me that Mr. Neely was waiting in his limo for me. The limo was my first peepshow opportunity. He insisted on sitting across from me rather than next to me. That let me know he wanted to see something, along with the clue of turning on the light to see me as we talked. Once seated, I removed my coat and let my skirt hike up enough for him to see I had on thigh-highs. I then crossed my legs so part of my bare ass was exposed.
I guess the conversation was boring him so much that he turned on the television again. With my cue, I pretended to focus on the television. Then I made the too-warm move and removed my blazer, which gave him sight of my ample cleavage busting out of my too tight silk blouse. Strangely, it was actually kind of chilly in the car, which caused the hardening of my nipples. With my eyes still focused on the television and playing restless in my seat, I moved around until I felt Mr. Neely was getting a perfect view of the kitty kat.
When he wanted to see more of the boobs, he asked that I reach down into the mini-bar and get him a bottle of water. My reaching down caused my boobs to protrude from the half-cup bra and was almost fully exposed by the opening of my blouse. After handing him the water that was actually closer for him to reach, I sat back in my seat, giving him another bird’s eye view of the kitty. However, when I sat back, my boobs didn’t go back into the bra as they should have. Instead, they sat atop of the bra. So now, it seemed like I was wearing a silk see-thru blouse with no bra.
While Mr. Neely obviously was massaging himself underneath the coat on his lap, I kept pretending to watch the television while switching up his views of my ass and pussy.
Then out of nowhere, he just said, “Nice.”
“I’m sorry. What was that?” I asked.
He caught himself and said he was talking about the television program. I just played along and said, “Oh,” though there wasn’t anything nice showing on the television. The program was reporting on a famine infested area in Africa.
By the time we arrived at the seafood restaurant somewhere near the water in Brooklyn that took an eternity to reach, I straightened up for the public eye. We went and had a very professional dinner, and no one would have ever had a clue of what came before.
After dinner, the time finally came when I had wondered what would happen if he took it further.
Back in the limo, again, I gave him a peepshow as he sat across from me. Three glasses of wine later, maybe four, I was getting bolder and hornier. I didn’t waste any time.
Of course, we had to ride with the light on again. When I sat in the limo, I removed my coat and placed it on another seat. Then I removed my blazer again, seductively. I asked him for a bottle of water, and naturally, he had me get it myself. That meant the boobs came popping out the bra again. This time, I added a twist. As I bent down, I used a finger to undo my highest buttons on the blouse without him seeing. The buttons were already set low on the blouse. When I sat back up, I pretended not to know my blouse was open. Then I turned just so, where he could clearly see my naked tit. The air hitting my nipple caused the hardening of it. I then drew one of my legs under me where I sat, which opened up his view downtown. Still pretending to be focused on television, I opened my water, attempted to drink, and let some spill onto my bosom.
I only expected to wet my blouse so he could enjoy the wet imprint of my dark, exposed nipple. Instead, he grabbed some napkins and came over to help me dry myself off. Such the gentleman. At first, he ran the napkins across my blouse. Then, as he was wiping, his whole hand ended up inside of my blouse, wiping my bare breast that didn’t get wet. Eventually, he gave up on the napkin and just fondled my breast like he was feeling one for the first time. Me? My eyes stayed focused on the television as he let out a moan and my pussy contracted.
My skirt was hiked up so high that he probably could hear my pussy screaming, “Don’t forget about me!”
His stubby, old white fingers finally found their way to the cove, and when at the cove, he seemed to be digging for gold. I reclined myself back to allow him better positioning in the cove. Oh, what a service I did for myself then. By now, my two tits were completely exposed, and while he used his fingers to find hidden treasures, his mouth went to town on my tits. The shit was feeling too damn good, so I just let myself go with the flow.
Before I knew it, my skirt was hiked around my waist, and Mr. Neely had me bent over the seat with my legs straight and apart, while he crawled underneath me and licked my pussy as he continued to explore with his fingers.
He continuously chanted, “Beautiful. This is beautiful.”
Then he came back around my backside and started licking my asshole. He used his thumb to keep playing with my clit while he licked with his thick tongue. My legs were so weak, they were shaking. Then he laid me back on the seat so he could return to attending to my breasts while playing with my clit just before his mouth went downtown to go in for the kill. He made all kinds of animal noises, which turned me on even more. I grabbed everything I could reach to try and muffle my screams.
I must have been real drunk or on some whole other kind of shit, because before I knew it, Mr. Neely’s fat red dick was in my mouth, and I was sucking like a baby nursing for milk, while his fingers were deeply inserted into the depths of my cove. I didn’t give a damn about the light being on in the limo and the possibility of being seen from anyone outside the vehicle. I was in a place of ecstasy.
So I’m all excited, thinking we’re about to head up to my apartment and finish this thing, but instead, Mr. Neely wished me a pleasant evening and said he’d see me in the morning at the office.
I was thinking, Ain’t this a bitch! I was actually looking forward to having his fat red dick in my pussy. I was half tempted to ask him to at least see me upstairs safely in my apartment. That way, maybe we could have stolen a couple of strokes. But, I just let it go and walked away feeling like a trick that had just gotten played.
Eric, Eric, Eric. Where’s a good dick when you need one?
40
Sandy
As soon as baby and I received our six-week check-ups, we were on our way to Houston. Since Lewis had a good job there, we felt it was best for us to be in Houston. So, he found a big house for all the kids. He’d be a damn fool if he ever thought I’d let him bring Charise’s baby to our house. People think that will push him to spend time with Charise, but I say he’s not allowed anywhere near that bitch or her baby. I told him that I wanted him to get a paternity test as soon as possible, because if he found out that’s not his baby, we wouldn’t have to be worried about Charise sniffing around ever again. If it turned out to be his, then I guess we’ll deal with it. I still can’t stand his ass, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of handing him back over to her. Especially now since I know he’s my daughter’s father.