26-01-2022, 11:27 AM
She'd watched on - her fingers teasing herself. Watched on as the couple had fucked, their two bodies made one by the energy and the moment She had watched on as Shaka had cum deep into his wife and then had pushed his body down onto hers - their mouth's meeting in a deep lovers' kiss.
"Check your phone." Until Shaka spoke she had almost thought the couple had forgotten that she was there. It had got pretty intense! On her phone she found a video clip and three rather select pics sent over by Shaka along with Elvin's details.
Shaka didn't say any more, he didn't need to. Dee knew what she needed to do and what, somewhat to her surprise, she found herself very much wanting to do.
***
So she had sent him a message and he'd responded.
"Sweet! Congratulations! You really gonna bring that fine booty over here?"
Did it make her shallow? Her satisfaction at his obvious enthusiasm. Well - the lucky man SHOULD be happy about it. She'd been putting the work in.
Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 2)
"But I ... you can't know what's happening here. I can't just let..."
David's voice was resonant with his desperation, his panic. He could see his whole life collapsing before him. All the certainties and comforts built up over forty years were proving as transient and unreliable as the sea-spray.
One of the three men behind the desk cut him short in a firm but weary tone. "We do understand, I only wish you could grasp how much we sympathise. How much we wish that we could come to some other conclusion. However, there is an issue of commitment here, an issue of loyalty..."
David just stared at them. Three men - almost identikit in their corporate suits. Put on his case from HR. Why? What the fuck had he done? Why was he being punished?
"I also need you to understand that this is no comment on your case. We are not in a position to do that. But do you think you are the first executive here to have a marriage break up? Do you think this is our first time dealing with this situation?"
"No, no, I understand that but...."
The man held up an imperious hand and David's comment spluttered to a halt.
"You must see it from Dominion's viewpoint. You were recommended for promotion and we value your past contribution. However, how can we retain someone in so responsible a position when their attention and concentration cannot help but be elsewhere. It is obvious that this, er, process will be messy and long. We..."
"Could I not be granted leave? Then come back." David was trying to determine the financial implications of that in his head as he spoke.
"We can't carry passengers David. Your post is a prized one - do you really think we can just leave it open? Do you think there aren't hundreds of applicants desperate for the chance to prove what they can do here?"
That hit David right where it hurt. In his office, behind his desk, he felt in control. Here he felt powerless, defenceless. His promotion had come as a surprise to him but he had accepted it. However, what if someone else came in and out-performed him? What if he had to start again somewhere else - assuming he could find somewhere else. That asshole in the suit was right that there would be hundreds out there chasing every such position. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,' he thought as he tried to hold himself together.
The man peered at David over his spectacles. He looked at him for a long moment and then sighed and shook his head. "It's a shame David. I'd like to stress that we don't think any the less of you. However, ultimately, someone in your position has to be FULLY committed to Dominion and we can't allow distractions."
He tapped the pile of papers by his right hand with his biro. "You must understand how bad this will be. Your wife, err, your soon-to-be ex-wife, has some very powerful representation. I assume some of the names here are not unknown to you? Have you seen the team assembled to fight this case for her? Also it appears that the case will be heard in the Capital rather than down here and that can only play into their hands. The judge might be in their pocket before the case even starts. I've heard talk about that lead lawyer of hers - she doesn't lose many over there. At the worst they will take you for every penny you have. At the best you'll be in the courts for years and maybe, just maybe, get a partial ruling."
"But that can't be right. Its not just, its not fair, I did nothing wrong..." David's voice petered out at the look of pity sent his way by the man. It told him - 'what does justice and fairness have to do with it. How can you have lived so long and not at least learned that.'
The man's expression hardened. "I'm sorry you have to make this so difficult for us. However, you must acknowledge that we have no choice in this matter. We have to let you go." He momentarily paused as he heard a whimpered moan of despair from David. "I realise that you haven't been in your current position for the required term and so, in accordance with the revised contract you signed on your transfer here, your severance will be at your previous lower non-executive rate. The equivalent of six weeks pay at that lower rate. I wish we could be more generous but you'll understand that in the current climate..."
David was just staring at him, his mind empty of rational thought. His life destroyed in a few casual words. He'd only have his savings and how long would they last, especially with lawyers' fees to pay. He was fucked, right royally fucked...
"Ahem."
The man in the suit paused and turned to the man seated in the corner who had just cleared his throat. David had almost forgotten him after the barrage of questioning from the three HR guys.
The man raised his eyebrows and then spoke. "The Board asked me to come down and observe this afternoon." His voice was rich and mellow. He gave a sad smile, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth betraying his age. He had to be in his sixties. A gold cuff-link in his made-to-measure suit glinted as he made a gesture to the papers on the table. "First of all I have to say that Mr Crosby's view of this situation is quite correct and what I have to say in no way reflects on him or the HR Department. With this case in the mix there's no way Dominion can keep you on son."
The moment of hope in David's heart was snuffed out in an instant. It had seemed unlikely. Some old Black dude showing up to save the day. He'd never had much time for Blacks and now what with Dee and all...
He realised the Black man was watching him, a strange expression in his eyes. It was like he'd read his thoughts. David's soul cringed within him.
A flicker of a fresh smile twitched the corner of the African-American's mouth. "It is clear to me that we are losing a valuable member of staff and I want to do all I can to avoid that. For you," he nodded to David, "and for the company."
Crosby, the man from HR, cautiously interjected, "I know sir, that you have business in the Capital. Could you perhaps...?"
Again the roller-coaster of David's emotions began to slowly inch upwards. He'd always known the golden truth of that simple comment. 'It's not what you know it's WHO you know?' With the right connections you really could achieve almost anything. He looked again at the African-American in the beautifully-tailored suit. "Sir, If you can do anything I would be..."
The Black man held up his hand as if to save David from further embarrassment. "Of course I'll be glad to do what I can. I know some of those involved. Perhaps a," and he savoured the next word, "compromise can be reached."
"A compromise...?" said David in a small voice.
"I'm an old-fashioned man David. I believe a man's pride lies in his sons, the young men that will carry on his name. Daughters take a different place in our hearts - we understand that much as we love them they will always be part of the world of women."
He looked at David and his brown eyes seemed to see deep into his mind and soul. His voice was deep and caring. "I know you have a son."
"Yes, yes, I have Davey." David's voice cracked a little as he remembered the time he'd spent with his son over the past few months. He'd sometimes resented it at the time but now - when he faced losing everything. His eyes prickled with tears, "He's ... he's ... everything to me." The statement, like the realisation, came more easily than he would ever have imagined.
The African-American nodded and smiled. "Now we can make progress. In any negotiation you must understand what can be won and you must realise what MUST be won. Then we can go into the fight ready to prevail. First, custody of Davey is non-negotiable. Second, your wife doesn't get a penny of your hard-earned money and you get the house. Third, you obtain generous access rights to your daughters up to the age when they can make their own decisions. Sound acceptable?"
The man's generous avuncular tone had suddenly hardened and become brutally efficient. David thought he could understand how he had risen high in business. Mostly, however, he just rejoiced that someone was taking charge. He'd been lost, floundering in despair. Now he perhaps saw a way forward. However, he wasn't completely sold. "Perhaps I should get a lawyer..."
The Black man was dismissive. "Lawyers! They'll drag this thing into court for years and suck you dry of all you possess and all you'll ever possess. Besides, winning a case against a Capital resident in a Capital court with a judge probably picked by the opposition. There's only one lawyer I know who could do that for you."
"Who's that?"
"Jessica Lyons - and she's working for your wife." The African-American stood. He wasn't a big man but he seemed to control the room. "Son, you'd best face the facts. I will go out there and get what I can for you or you can throw up your job and try and find a lawyer of any quality to take up those odds without a guarantee of getting paid. I don't fancy your chances there by the way."
He took a few steps toward David. "I'm offering my help to get you the deal I mentioned. It's up to you of course." He held out his hand. David looked him squarely in the eye and then seemed to make up his mind. He took it and the Black man's second hand closed over his.
"Do you really think you can get that deal?" asked David.
"Don't worry son," the Black man gave him a friendly wink, "I tend to get what I want." It was said with a tone of solid assurance. "I'll have some documents made up for your signature and you can sign them before I leave. I'll have them sent over to your office." He nodded and David understood that he was dismissed. He left the room and headed for his office, his head still in a whirl.
The African-American shook hands with each of the three HR reps. "My thanks to you all - of course if I can ever assist any of you in any way..."
"No problem Mr Taylor," answered the man named Crosby, "it's always a pleasure. But that guy's record. I mean it's OK but..."
"...you think he's not worth my bother," Taylor completed his sentance. "Well, I recommended him so I feel a certain responsibility. Besides he may be a little weak but he doesn't deserve to be destroyed. Anyway - I have my reasons."
Crosby and his two colleagues paused and then realised Mr Taylor wasn't going to tell them any more. "Of course sir, as you wish." Then they too left the office.
Taylor reached into his brief-case and produced the papers Jessica had prepared for him. They secured for David exactly what Taylor had promised him. They'd be signed and presented to court, with the equivalent papers for the delicious Dee, and it would be a fait accompli. All signed and sealed within ten minutes.
Taylor pulled out his phone and hit a button. "Ah - the beautiful Linda. The papers are ready for delivery. I doubt your formidable powers of persuasion will be needed to get them signed but ... as you know this is important to me and to your husband. Talking of Shaka give him my regards and tell him we're long overdue a drink. Maybe I'll drop into one of those bars of his, eh. Anyway - I'll see you in a few minutes."
Taylor put his phone back into his pocket. He smiled the smile of a satisfied man.
Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 3)
Elvin still looked like the cat who had got the canary. He had done so ever since he had opened the door to her. Not that she was complaining. A girl liked to know she was being appreciated.
It was fun. Elvin was different to Shaka or even Bill. That last time they met had, she suspected, been the first time anything of the kind had happened to him. He'd still seemed genuinely surprised that she had turned up at all. Things like that didn't happen to him on a regular basis - that was clear.
Normally she enjoyed the way her men took control, their swagger and confidence. The way they expressed their desire for her and her friends. But, it couldn't be denied, it was a pleasant change of pace to be with Elvin. She knew that once he relaxed he could give her just the sort of evening that she loved.
She also knew just how to 'relax' him. After a greeting kiss and a few words she moved him over to a chair and then began to give him a little show.
The only other time they had been together they had been at the hotel with Shaka and Shaka did tend to dominate any proceedings he was a part of. Now it was just the two of them and she was going to make sure that Elvin knew that tonight she was just for him.
Dee moved over to the TV and turned it on. A swift channel selection and a moment's pause before she nodded and made her way back to Elvin. She was pleased to see that when she turned the African-Americans eyes were fixed on her, and particularly on her butt. All those exercise sessions were paying off! She glanced down and smiled. She could stop right here - the bulge in the front of his pants told her Elvin was ready. But where was the fun in that? Elvin wasn't just going to get a fuck tonight he was going to get a fuck that he'd remember for the rest of his life. She wanted him boasting to his friends about the hot piece of white tail he'd had.
She restored eye-contact as she went, her movements in time to the heavy beat coming from the TV. She knew the images flickering on the screen. The sexy barely-clad dancers gyrating as the rapper told his story. She also knew Elvin wasn't watching the TV. He didn't need to. He'd got his own hot little chassy right here and in person.
She knew she had him. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. It felt good She reached out her fingers and touched his lips. Then she moved her hands back to undo her top. Felt the air on her skin and knew that her nipples would surely be growing and thickening.
She saw the tip of his tongue just protrude from his mouth. She straddled him and pushed her breasts into his face. Felt the warm air of his breath and the wetness of his lips and tongue.
Then she skipped back and off him, knowing that his eyes were following her every move. She turned and very carefully bent over to undo her heels, wiggling her butt at him as she did so. She half expected to feel the heavy slap of a Black hand on her butt. Shaka wouldn't have hesitated - he would have wanted to see the pink mark of his hand on her pale flesh, marking her as his.
She was pretty sure he remembered their last meeting - when she'd made her promise to him. She stepped out of her heels and backed up close. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Remember how I said you can claim what's yours?"
He smiled and leaned forward. Dee felt his hand land on her still-clothed butt, heard the satisfying 'slap' of the contact. That was good - he'd remembered alright! Now it was time to show him his little surprise.
Dee's hands went to her skirt and swiftly undid it. She allowed the material to flow around her body a few times and then let it drop.
"Fuck yeah," she heard the pure pleasure in his voice. Felt his hands grasp her hips and pull her back towards him. Well it seemed Elvin was coming out of his shell just fine.
Linda had helped her out with that part. Writing in black sharpie the words 'PROPERTY OF ELVIN' on the pale skin of her butt-cheek.
She'd lost her balance a little when he grabbed her but she didn't fall. She felt the strength in his hands as he held her and then eased her down and onto his lap. She felt the hardness there, the beautiful Black cock ready to be set free. Hard and pulsing with blood, strong with his desire for her.
Elvin had never known the old her. He had only known the new Dee. To him she wasn't an almost middle-aged soccer mom, steeped in the dullness of suburban living, worn down by the years with her husband. To him she was a sexual being, a woman full of life, a beautiful desirable woman. For sure not a teenager but then neither was he. They'd both lived enough and loved enough to know just how to ensure the other enjoyed their time together.
She worked her hips a little on his lap, rubbing her butt over that promising bulge in his pants. She heard him chuckle again and felt his fingers relax a little.
She quickly skipped up and off his lap again. Ever since she'd met Shaka and his friends they'd been wanting her to dance for them - more than once they'd tried to get her on stage at one of the clubs Shaka had taken her too. She'd not been ready then - had lacked the skills or the confidence. Now she danced for Elvin - his own private dancer. Teasing him a little, flirting with him a lot, letting him know that he would come to enjoy all that she could offer a man.
She kept eye contact with him as much as she could, saw the glittering hardness of the desire in his dark eyes. Finally it was time and she seemed to know it without anyone having to speak. She straddled him again, this time her naked body against his clothed one, her mouth finding his in a long deep kiss.
When they came up for air she dropped down to kneel between his legs and to unbuckle his belt. There were no surprises. Under his pants were a pair of shorts seriously tented by his erection. That last barrier gone she could gently take his cock in her hands and worship it as it deserved. Nuzzling the fresh warmth of his skin, licking his shaft and balls and only then, then, beginning to suck him. He didn't have a really big cock - she'd seen several bigger. But he had enough, just the right amount for what she needed tonight. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and pulled off him. She really didn't want him to cum yet.
"Not yet, Elvin. I've got plans for this beautiful cock. I left my bag in the bathroom. Can you get it for me please?"
Fetch and carry. Fetch and carry. Elvin spent his life fetching and carrying for the guests at that hotel. But any annoyance he'd felt at being reduced back to that status disappeared the moment he saw her again.
She was on all fours at the edge of the bed. Her head down on a pillow, her toned white ass thrust up towards him. He saw the writing there and he saw something else. At her butt-hole was a Queen of Spades symbol.
"It's in the bag," was all Dee said to him.
In the bag. He knew the double meaning there. Even as he reached into the bag and pulled out the lube. She was giving herself to him, happily and unreservedly.
"This really your first time?"
"Yes." The first time ever? The first time in her new life? The first time with a real man, a Black man? Those questions might all have the same answer or they might not. It didn't matter.
"I'll be careful." She knew that he meant it and that he had the experience to know what he was doing. She realised that he was the perfect choice for this. He was strong but would use that strength with discretion. His cock was a good size but not too big. Had she chosen him or had Shaka? She couldn't remember and that didn't matter either. He was perfect.
Contd....
"Check your phone." Until Shaka spoke she had almost thought the couple had forgotten that she was there. It had got pretty intense! On her phone she found a video clip and three rather select pics sent over by Shaka along with Elvin's details.
Shaka didn't say any more, he didn't need to. Dee knew what she needed to do and what, somewhat to her surprise, she found herself very much wanting to do.
***
So she had sent him a message and he'd responded.
"Sweet! Congratulations! You really gonna bring that fine booty over here?"
Did it make her shallow? Her satisfaction at his obvious enthusiasm. Well - the lucky man SHOULD be happy about it. She'd been putting the work in.
Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 2)
"But I ... you can't know what's happening here. I can't just let..."
David's voice was resonant with his desperation, his panic. He could see his whole life collapsing before him. All the certainties and comforts built up over forty years were proving as transient and unreliable as the sea-spray.
One of the three men behind the desk cut him short in a firm but weary tone. "We do understand, I only wish you could grasp how much we sympathise. How much we wish that we could come to some other conclusion. However, there is an issue of commitment here, an issue of loyalty..."
David just stared at them. Three men - almost identikit in their corporate suits. Put on his case from HR. Why? What the fuck had he done? Why was he being punished?
"I also need you to understand that this is no comment on your case. We are not in a position to do that. But do you think you are the first executive here to have a marriage break up? Do you think this is our first time dealing with this situation?"
"No, no, I understand that but...."
The man held up an imperious hand and David's comment spluttered to a halt.
"You must see it from Dominion's viewpoint. You were recommended for promotion and we value your past contribution. However, how can we retain someone in so responsible a position when their attention and concentration cannot help but be elsewhere. It is obvious that this, er, process will be messy and long. We..."
"Could I not be granted leave? Then come back." David was trying to determine the financial implications of that in his head as he spoke.
"We can't carry passengers David. Your post is a prized one - do you really think we can just leave it open? Do you think there aren't hundreds of applicants desperate for the chance to prove what they can do here?"
That hit David right where it hurt. In his office, behind his desk, he felt in control. Here he felt powerless, defenceless. His promotion had come as a surprise to him but he had accepted it. However, what if someone else came in and out-performed him? What if he had to start again somewhere else - assuming he could find somewhere else. That asshole in the suit was right that there would be hundreds out there chasing every such position. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,' he thought as he tried to hold himself together.
The man peered at David over his spectacles. He looked at him for a long moment and then sighed and shook his head. "It's a shame David. I'd like to stress that we don't think any the less of you. However, ultimately, someone in your position has to be FULLY committed to Dominion and we can't allow distractions."
He tapped the pile of papers by his right hand with his biro. "You must understand how bad this will be. Your wife, err, your soon-to-be ex-wife, has some very powerful representation. I assume some of the names here are not unknown to you? Have you seen the team assembled to fight this case for her? Also it appears that the case will be heard in the Capital rather than down here and that can only play into their hands. The judge might be in their pocket before the case even starts. I've heard talk about that lead lawyer of hers - she doesn't lose many over there. At the worst they will take you for every penny you have. At the best you'll be in the courts for years and maybe, just maybe, get a partial ruling."
"But that can't be right. Its not just, its not fair, I did nothing wrong..." David's voice petered out at the look of pity sent his way by the man. It told him - 'what does justice and fairness have to do with it. How can you have lived so long and not at least learned that.'
The man's expression hardened. "I'm sorry you have to make this so difficult for us. However, you must acknowledge that we have no choice in this matter. We have to let you go." He momentarily paused as he heard a whimpered moan of despair from David. "I realise that you haven't been in your current position for the required term and so, in accordance with the revised contract you signed on your transfer here, your severance will be at your previous lower non-executive rate. The equivalent of six weeks pay at that lower rate. I wish we could be more generous but you'll understand that in the current climate..."
David was just staring at him, his mind empty of rational thought. His life destroyed in a few casual words. He'd only have his savings and how long would they last, especially with lawyers' fees to pay. He was fucked, right royally fucked...
"Ahem."
The man in the suit paused and turned to the man seated in the corner who had just cleared his throat. David had almost forgotten him after the barrage of questioning from the three HR guys.
The man raised his eyebrows and then spoke. "The Board asked me to come down and observe this afternoon." His voice was rich and mellow. He gave a sad smile, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth betraying his age. He had to be in his sixties. A gold cuff-link in his made-to-measure suit glinted as he made a gesture to the papers on the table. "First of all I have to say that Mr Crosby's view of this situation is quite correct and what I have to say in no way reflects on him or the HR Department. With this case in the mix there's no way Dominion can keep you on son."
The moment of hope in David's heart was snuffed out in an instant. It had seemed unlikely. Some old Black dude showing up to save the day. He'd never had much time for Blacks and now what with Dee and all...
He realised the Black man was watching him, a strange expression in his eyes. It was like he'd read his thoughts. David's soul cringed within him.
A flicker of a fresh smile twitched the corner of the African-American's mouth. "It is clear to me that we are losing a valuable member of staff and I want to do all I can to avoid that. For you," he nodded to David, "and for the company."
Crosby, the man from HR, cautiously interjected, "I know sir, that you have business in the Capital. Could you perhaps...?"
Again the roller-coaster of David's emotions began to slowly inch upwards. He'd always known the golden truth of that simple comment. 'It's not what you know it's WHO you know?' With the right connections you really could achieve almost anything. He looked again at the African-American in the beautifully-tailored suit. "Sir, If you can do anything I would be..."
The Black man held up his hand as if to save David from further embarrassment. "Of course I'll be glad to do what I can. I know some of those involved. Perhaps a," and he savoured the next word, "compromise can be reached."
"A compromise...?" said David in a small voice.
"I'm an old-fashioned man David. I believe a man's pride lies in his sons, the young men that will carry on his name. Daughters take a different place in our hearts - we understand that much as we love them they will always be part of the world of women."
He looked at David and his brown eyes seemed to see deep into his mind and soul. His voice was deep and caring. "I know you have a son."
"Yes, yes, I have Davey." David's voice cracked a little as he remembered the time he'd spent with his son over the past few months. He'd sometimes resented it at the time but now - when he faced losing everything. His eyes prickled with tears, "He's ... he's ... everything to me." The statement, like the realisation, came more easily than he would ever have imagined.
The African-American nodded and smiled. "Now we can make progress. In any negotiation you must understand what can be won and you must realise what MUST be won. Then we can go into the fight ready to prevail. First, custody of Davey is non-negotiable. Second, your wife doesn't get a penny of your hard-earned money and you get the house. Third, you obtain generous access rights to your daughters up to the age when they can make their own decisions. Sound acceptable?"
The man's generous avuncular tone had suddenly hardened and become brutally efficient. David thought he could understand how he had risen high in business. Mostly, however, he just rejoiced that someone was taking charge. He'd been lost, floundering in despair. Now he perhaps saw a way forward. However, he wasn't completely sold. "Perhaps I should get a lawyer..."
The Black man was dismissive. "Lawyers! They'll drag this thing into court for years and suck you dry of all you possess and all you'll ever possess. Besides, winning a case against a Capital resident in a Capital court with a judge probably picked by the opposition. There's only one lawyer I know who could do that for you."
"Who's that?"
"Jessica Lyons - and she's working for your wife." The African-American stood. He wasn't a big man but he seemed to control the room. "Son, you'd best face the facts. I will go out there and get what I can for you or you can throw up your job and try and find a lawyer of any quality to take up those odds without a guarantee of getting paid. I don't fancy your chances there by the way."
He took a few steps toward David. "I'm offering my help to get you the deal I mentioned. It's up to you of course." He held out his hand. David looked him squarely in the eye and then seemed to make up his mind. He took it and the Black man's second hand closed over his.
"Do you really think you can get that deal?" asked David.
"Don't worry son," the Black man gave him a friendly wink, "I tend to get what I want." It was said with a tone of solid assurance. "I'll have some documents made up for your signature and you can sign them before I leave. I'll have them sent over to your office." He nodded and David understood that he was dismissed. He left the room and headed for his office, his head still in a whirl.
The African-American shook hands with each of the three HR reps. "My thanks to you all - of course if I can ever assist any of you in any way..."
"No problem Mr Taylor," answered the man named Crosby, "it's always a pleasure. But that guy's record. I mean it's OK but..."
"...you think he's not worth my bother," Taylor completed his sentance. "Well, I recommended him so I feel a certain responsibility. Besides he may be a little weak but he doesn't deserve to be destroyed. Anyway - I have my reasons."
Crosby and his two colleagues paused and then realised Mr Taylor wasn't going to tell them any more. "Of course sir, as you wish." Then they too left the office.
Taylor reached into his brief-case and produced the papers Jessica had prepared for him. They secured for David exactly what Taylor had promised him. They'd be signed and presented to court, with the equivalent papers for the delicious Dee, and it would be a fait accompli. All signed and sealed within ten minutes.
Taylor pulled out his phone and hit a button. "Ah - the beautiful Linda. The papers are ready for delivery. I doubt your formidable powers of persuasion will be needed to get them signed but ... as you know this is important to me and to your husband. Talking of Shaka give him my regards and tell him we're long overdue a drink. Maybe I'll drop into one of those bars of his, eh. Anyway - I'll see you in a few minutes."
Taylor put his phone back into his pocket. He smiled the smile of a satisfied man.
Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 3)
Elvin still looked like the cat who had got the canary. He had done so ever since he had opened the door to her. Not that she was complaining. A girl liked to know she was being appreciated.
It was fun. Elvin was different to Shaka or even Bill. That last time they met had, she suspected, been the first time anything of the kind had happened to him. He'd still seemed genuinely surprised that she had turned up at all. Things like that didn't happen to him on a regular basis - that was clear.
Normally she enjoyed the way her men took control, their swagger and confidence. The way they expressed their desire for her and her friends. But, it couldn't be denied, it was a pleasant change of pace to be with Elvin. She knew that once he relaxed he could give her just the sort of evening that she loved.
She also knew just how to 'relax' him. After a greeting kiss and a few words she moved him over to a chair and then began to give him a little show.
The only other time they had been together they had been at the hotel with Shaka and Shaka did tend to dominate any proceedings he was a part of. Now it was just the two of them and she was going to make sure that Elvin knew that tonight she was just for him.
Dee moved over to the TV and turned it on. A swift channel selection and a moment's pause before she nodded and made her way back to Elvin. She was pleased to see that when she turned the African-Americans eyes were fixed on her, and particularly on her butt. All those exercise sessions were paying off! She glanced down and smiled. She could stop right here - the bulge in the front of his pants told her Elvin was ready. But where was the fun in that? Elvin wasn't just going to get a fuck tonight he was going to get a fuck that he'd remember for the rest of his life. She wanted him boasting to his friends about the hot piece of white tail he'd had.
She restored eye-contact as she went, her movements in time to the heavy beat coming from the TV. She knew the images flickering on the screen. The sexy barely-clad dancers gyrating as the rapper told his story. She also knew Elvin wasn't watching the TV. He didn't need to. He'd got his own hot little chassy right here and in person.
She knew she had him. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. It felt good She reached out her fingers and touched his lips. Then she moved her hands back to undo her top. Felt the air on her skin and knew that her nipples would surely be growing and thickening.
She saw the tip of his tongue just protrude from his mouth. She straddled him and pushed her breasts into his face. Felt the warm air of his breath and the wetness of his lips and tongue.
Then she skipped back and off him, knowing that his eyes were following her every move. She turned and very carefully bent over to undo her heels, wiggling her butt at him as she did so. She half expected to feel the heavy slap of a Black hand on her butt. Shaka wouldn't have hesitated - he would have wanted to see the pink mark of his hand on her pale flesh, marking her as his.
She was pretty sure he remembered their last meeting - when she'd made her promise to him. She stepped out of her heels and backed up close. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Remember how I said you can claim what's yours?"
He smiled and leaned forward. Dee felt his hand land on her still-clothed butt, heard the satisfying 'slap' of the contact. That was good - he'd remembered alright! Now it was time to show him his little surprise.
Dee's hands went to her skirt and swiftly undid it. She allowed the material to flow around her body a few times and then let it drop.
"Fuck yeah," she heard the pure pleasure in his voice. Felt his hands grasp her hips and pull her back towards him. Well it seemed Elvin was coming out of his shell just fine.
Linda had helped her out with that part. Writing in black sharpie the words 'PROPERTY OF ELVIN' on the pale skin of her butt-cheek.
She'd lost her balance a little when he grabbed her but she didn't fall. She felt the strength in his hands as he held her and then eased her down and onto his lap. She felt the hardness there, the beautiful Black cock ready to be set free. Hard and pulsing with blood, strong with his desire for her.
Elvin had never known the old her. He had only known the new Dee. To him she wasn't an almost middle-aged soccer mom, steeped in the dullness of suburban living, worn down by the years with her husband. To him she was a sexual being, a woman full of life, a beautiful desirable woman. For sure not a teenager but then neither was he. They'd both lived enough and loved enough to know just how to ensure the other enjoyed their time together.
She worked her hips a little on his lap, rubbing her butt over that promising bulge in his pants. She heard him chuckle again and felt his fingers relax a little.
She quickly skipped up and off his lap again. Ever since she'd met Shaka and his friends they'd been wanting her to dance for them - more than once they'd tried to get her on stage at one of the clubs Shaka had taken her too. She'd not been ready then - had lacked the skills or the confidence. Now she danced for Elvin - his own private dancer. Teasing him a little, flirting with him a lot, letting him know that he would come to enjoy all that she could offer a man.
She kept eye contact with him as much as she could, saw the glittering hardness of the desire in his dark eyes. Finally it was time and she seemed to know it without anyone having to speak. She straddled him again, this time her naked body against his clothed one, her mouth finding his in a long deep kiss.
When they came up for air she dropped down to kneel between his legs and to unbuckle his belt. There were no surprises. Under his pants were a pair of shorts seriously tented by his erection. That last barrier gone she could gently take his cock in her hands and worship it as it deserved. Nuzzling the fresh warmth of his skin, licking his shaft and balls and only then, then, beginning to suck him. He didn't have a really big cock - she'd seen several bigger. But he had enough, just the right amount for what she needed tonight. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and pulled off him. She really didn't want him to cum yet.
"Not yet, Elvin. I've got plans for this beautiful cock. I left my bag in the bathroom. Can you get it for me please?"
Fetch and carry. Fetch and carry. Elvin spent his life fetching and carrying for the guests at that hotel. But any annoyance he'd felt at being reduced back to that status disappeared the moment he saw her again.
She was on all fours at the edge of the bed. Her head down on a pillow, her toned white ass thrust up towards him. He saw the writing there and he saw something else. At her butt-hole was a Queen of Spades symbol.
"It's in the bag," was all Dee said to him.
In the bag. He knew the double meaning there. Even as he reached into the bag and pulled out the lube. She was giving herself to him, happily and unreservedly.
"This really your first time?"
"Yes." The first time ever? The first time in her new life? The first time with a real man, a Black man? Those questions might all have the same answer or they might not. It didn't matter.
"I'll be careful." She knew that he meant it and that he had the experience to know what he was doing. She realised that he was the perfect choice for this. He was strong but would use that strength with discretion. His cock was a good size but not too big. Had she chosen him or had Shaka? She couldn't remember and that didn't matter either. He was perfect.
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