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Anthony Stewart Smith stood looking out across the southern part of the city thinking. He saw his tailored dark gray pinstripe suit reflected like a ghost image in the window and he smiled. He had come a long way from the projects. He had left behind the d**gs, the whores and the nightly gunshots. He remembered the summer the Hispanic gang decided the block he lived in was going to belong to them. It was dumb luck he was standing beside the state representative when he saw the gun. It had been instinct that had made him move toward the gun, push the arm toward the sky and drive the gang member to the ground.
Twenty years had passed. He had been offered a job working directly for one of the most powerful men in the state. He had been called into meet with him from time to time. He was asked what the opinion was, “On the street”. Because he got it right and offered good feedback, he got more perks. A raise. A better apartment, nice car and even girls were his reward. By the time he was 23 people knew that if they wanted something they could go to “the old man” or they could see Tony. When the old man died, the party had selected Tony, the districts second ever black to be their representative.
After six years in office he became a consultant. Now he stood as one of the most powerful of the power brokers at 38 years of age.
The knock was not unexpected. The road down memory lane had been. He did not think often of how he had gotten where he was. It was not mentally healthy. It was jarring to be ripped out of those memories to the present and he turned toward the door and said in his commanding bass voice, “Come in.”
It was Paula. He smiled. He loved her for her brains, her initiative and her laugh. But as he watched the tiny Greek immigrant girl close the door he was reminded what he liked about her the most. Her long dark hair had recently been highlighted to the point where she looked almost blonde. Her smile and those smoldering coals that spoke of an intensity deep within her eyes had always excited him. But it was the tiny body that rocked his mind!!
She walked across the deep plush carpet and about half-way to him she began to sway her hips in an exaggerated manner. She had recognized the look of lust in his eyes. She knew he was turned on knowing everyone else thought she was so pure as to maybe even be a virgin! Her mother was certain she was! Her co-workers thought she was either hyper religious or just weird, but sex did not seem to matter to her.
Or so they thought.
She put the folder with its red and black striped tape on three sides on his desk and without slowing a step; she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked around the desk to where he stood watching her approach. They were a foot different in height. She worked out by swimming every morning. Her ass and legs were sculpted with muscle and moved with fluidity even outside of the pool. Her shoulders were strong and square and served to emphasize the dramatic narrowing down to her tiny waist.
Tiny was the word. She was tiny and sexy and she pulled it all off with a sexiness that could be thousands of degrees Celsius one moment and Absolute zero the next. As she approached her heat rolled in front of her like a furnace. He watched as each undone button revealed just a little more creamy flesh. She was not really going to show him anything and Tony knew it. Not here. Still there was a gentle bulge rising in the front of his suit pants that he did not bother to hide. He licked his lips as the swells of flesh came into view before disappearing under the bra cups with embroidered lace.
“There are hundreds if not thousands of women out there in that city who would love to sleep one night with you. Why do you keep wanting me?” Paula challenged the man towering more than a foot over her. “Your reputation is, you take what you want and then you move on. Why do you keep coming back to me?”
Tony looked out the window. The hand set and the lights were blinking on as if enticing him to test her words. Were there indeed thousands of women out there that wanted to bed him? Did literally hundreds of them get wet thinking of being with him? “Those women out there want me because they don’t know me. They see me. They see the cars, the position, and the money. They want to sleep one night with me. They want me to get them pregnant. Not you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you keep coming back. You do what you want.” He turned and looked at her as she stared up at him. “You would not come in here with anything, no matter how urgent, if you did not want to.”
Paula reached up and began butting her blouse back up as she walked around the big cherry desk and to take a seat in one of the deep red leather chairs that sat in front of it. “So I may be interested in you. What do you like about me? Forget about everyone else. What is it you see in me? Be honest.”
He looked at her and thought about telling her how he trusted her. He felt she was honest and in his position that was rare. His heart screamed to say that he loved her mind, her humor, her attitudes and her ethics. But he knew her well enough that he instead reached for the button on the table that set the electronic locks in the doors to the office.
“Every time I see those brilliant white teeth of yours and those red lips I have to use every bit of self-control to not kiss you no matter who is present. Your eyes show the passion and lust of your desire and draw my soul out of me and into you. I want to kiss down the sweep of your neck, nibble on your ears….. I love the way you shudder when I nibble on your ear and tell you how many ways I dream about taking you … fucking you, every night when I fall asleep and every morning when I wake up!”
His eyes did not miss the way her thighs slightly parted, or the way she pushed her hands down a little deeper into her lap. “I love the way you wrap your fingers in my hair as I kiss my way down across your chest and into your cleavage. Your perfume intoxicating! And the soft round globes of your breast, as they catch my breath passing over them your nipples leap up for attention competing for which will get my lips attention first.”
The hem of her skirt rose as he watched first her knees and then the tops of her thighs appear. They were not new to this game. She had asked him to tell her in detail what he wanted to do with her. Each time, as Tony got more graphic, her response had become more overt. “Your nipples pucker and tighten into hard marbles that slide in and out of my mouth. And when you moan it is like miniature tremors from the core of the earth shaking, vibrating the upper most reaches and I feel it in my lips. My teeth rake across your flesh and you clutch my head to you.”
The tops of her stockings came into view and his breath caught. She was not the only one that enjoyed this private pleasure. He could feel the uncomfortable tightness of his underwear reinforced by his pants beneath the desk. He smiled a devious toothy smile and flicked his tongue out for a second at Paula and she shuddered.
“Yes, I love it when your body responds so powerfully that you cannot mask your lust. I can see your heart pounding in your chest and its throbbing is matching the throbbing that is happening in my dick below this desk! Yes, I love the fullness of your breasts in my hands as I kiss my way down that flat stomach of yours. I dream of the day… and the nights when I may drink from your navel and become intoxicated on your beauty!
The royal blue silk panties come into view, trimmed with black lace. At first Tony believes the dark spot is a shadow, but then realized it is wet. Paula has gotten moist, listening to his words. Perhaps she was thinking of the other night at his condo, or when they had travelled to Spain for a conference. He smiled thinking of that trip. Drinking Sangria, he had finally won her confidence and trust enough to allow him to…..
“As I cross below your waist I catch the scent of your arousal and if I have never told you before, that scent is one that causes my balls to rise, my heart to pound and my cock to grow hard. Your scent ignites within me a passion and desire to have you! Tasting you and collecting your thick lubrication on my lips and tongue gives me untold amounts of pleasure!”
Her left hand held out the stretchy black lace allowing her right hand to slide beneath the soft thin material that hid her pussy from him. It may have concealed actual sight, but he could tell how her fingers were moving. She was using her ring finger and middle finger, curling them in long slow strokes, dipping just the tips inside before rising to circle and twist the sensitive top joint of her breach.
“I cannot tell you a single thing that I love more than moving my arms under the creamy smoothness of your thighs and seeing the contrast of your white flesh and my dark chocolate as I wrap my arms around your thighs and hips and breathe in the fresh full sensuality of you. I watch as the folds of your flesh move like the waves of the ocean coming to shore and then receding only to do it again and again. Your pussy, your wet, hot, velvet soft pussy reaches to draw me in and know the depths of you...
Paula’s left hand was now cupping and squeezing first one breast and then the other as she sank her fingers deep inside and push the base of her hand against her lower pubic mound to gain the friction she was craving now. Tony moved a hand under his desk and began to slowly rub and polish the end of his ravenous b**st.
“Watching drops of your lust bloom onto the petals of your labia and collect until their need becomes too heavy and it runs down the folds of flesh, through the forbidden part in your sex and as I watch it puddles before spilling out and running down the crack of your ass!”
“What do you want to do to me Tony? Tell me what you want to do to my pussy!” Paula was definitely aroused as he watched her fingers moving faster and then pausing, pressing harder, then moving again. Her hips were beginning to move more.
He could feel his own wetness through his pants.
“I want to taste the heaven of your honey cunt. As I lean closer I want…”
“No. Tell me what you want right now! Tony, tell me what you want.”
“Come around this desk. I want you to sit on my lap and I want to fuck your tiny tight pussy and make the stars of your mind explode as you look out at the city.”
Paula got up and came around the desk and while her skirt fell back in place, her fingers quickly undid her blouse and she played no games. Tony stood and undid his belt and pants. She helped push them past his knees before he turned the chair to face the large windows and the night.
When he had first suggested that they take their relationship to another level other than professional, Paula had looked scared. It had taken her a month to confess. She was scared what a massive black cock would do to her since she was so small. He laughed. “Not every black man has a dick like a donkey, just like all of us are not dicks as bosses!” he had explained.
She still had been unsure the first time that she had lowered his pants. She had gotten down on the floor in front of the couch at his condo. When she unzipped his pants, Tony’s cock had sprung up like the arm of a catapult suddenly set free. She had looked up into his face with a gleam of fear in her eye as she looked past the sudden huge tent in his boxers. He had reached down and pushed boxers and pants over his hips and though he was far from small, his cock looked at least normal to him.
His dark shaft rose out of the nest of tightly curled black hairs. The one vein that was visible throbbed with desire and the pinker flesh of his lust-filled prick had just peeked out of the generous sheath of foreskin that normally kept it covered. She had had to work to get her small hands wrapped around the shaft, but the resultant tight grip had been heavenly! And when she had swirled her tongue around his head and in the folds of his uncut sleeve… he swore she was a natural talent!
Tonight there was no foreplay. As she put her feet to either side of his he slid down in the chair so his butt was almost off of the leather. She gathered her skirt and then he held the folds of material up on her hips as she guided his prick toward her wet and impatient cock and the other held onto his knee.
The shock of his bare tipped cock touching her feather light labia caused them both to shiver. She lowered herself a little and his bulbous head made its way into the entrance to her secret depths. He was not a porn star, but his mature male member was none the less daunting for a girl that barely crossed the five foot tall mark! She lowered herself and he felt his tip pressing open the tight circle into her in every direction! She was still the tightest woman he had ever been with!
He did not rush her and she moved both of her hands to his knees. He could see in the reflection of the glass, she was biting her lip, trying not to cry out. Then she relaxed a little more and he was in. He felt the tight passage pulling back his black velvet hood and he could imagine his unbridled, uncut pink head diving hungrily into her, filling her up in ways she both dreamed of and feared! Lower she rode on the still shaft until at the same moment the tip of his cock met more resistance, her wet and inviting lisp wrapped themselves around the base of his cock!
He let go of the skirt. It was going to need dry cleaning at this point no matter what, as would his pants. His hands wrapped around her chest and grabbed her small breasts and squeezed them hard. The first few times they had fucked, he had been gentle; almost afraid he would hurt her. Finally she told him she would not break. Since then, all bets were off and he squeezed the tight little nipples hard causing her to gasp.
Paula began pushing up and sliding down on his rod, slowly at first as if getting used to having his girth within her. Each time she lifted herself up he felt she made his dick grow fatter, like the knot of a dog. She was wet and her juices were spilling and squirting out, soaking his balls in a mind blowing bath of lust.
Outside the day had fully surrendered to night and the idea of someone looking up and seeing us only served to make the moment hotter.
Tony moved his hands to her hips and began raising her up and down, setting an aggressive pace. Paula moved her hand under her skirt and began furiously rubbing her clit as she urged the older man to do it hard and to give her every drop in her cunt. The sound of her ass slapping into his hips became an erotic soundtrack that urged him on and had him feeling his own climax nearing. The tremors and contractions deep within Paula were singing the sirens ballad coaxing his sperm to swim deep into her womb.
She slammed her hips down hard against his and the grip of the little death held him fast as her back arched and she pushed to pull as much of him into her as humanly possible and more! It was more than he could take! He felt the familiar twist and tightening within his scrotum, followed by a steaming sea washing all around the inside of the quivering woman that he was locked inside. She began slowly rocking her hips around and the ricochets of divine ecstasy pierced the sanity of them both over and over again as each one set off a response in the other that collided back into the first!
All too soon Tony felt the tightness of his cork in her bottle lost its seal and soon a cascade of their passion spilled out and washed with it his softening cock. Tony was glad there was towel in his gym bag in the closet. Cleaning up the evidence was important for them both.
“Make me cum again, Tony. I want to cum for you again.” Paula said as she lay back against his chest and their tongues and mouths entwined over her shoulder. Reaching down he hooked a finger in the soaking ocean of her tender sex and he penetrated her with the first couple knuckles on one finger and then two. She was soon bucking against his hand and soaking the lower halves of them both as she entered the zone of passion that resembled a full on possession by the devil himself.
“I need more!” Paula said without warning as she lurched up and off of the thick mahogany legs. She turned and leaned over the polished top of the desk, presenting both her ass and sopping wet pussy for easy access. Tony spun his chair around and without mercy shoved two fingers into her wet snatch so hard and fast that the juice shot out on his hand and arm clear to splashing against the chair. Paula yelped, but then thrust hard into him. Over the next minute the two wrestled and battled
Then she came again and as he thrust a third finger into her tightness, he pressed down firmly in the center of her sphincter. Pounding the desk in an effort to keep from screaming Paula shook and thrashed until the whole world evaporated in an explosion. Tony only barely kept her from hitting her head on the carpet as her limp body collapsed in a pile at his feet.
She revived in just a few seconds sporting a dopey smile. “Now that is why you can run this city.” She said, still in a haze.
“Indeed it is. Indeed, it is…….”
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An XH person cbrd34 accused me of stereo-typing black guys in my stories, and he was right. Guilty as charged. So I decided to write a story setting that right. Then White_Paola86 asked me to write a story about her with a black guy. This is the product!
If you have a topic, a style, want to read what it would be like for this and that person to get it on… Let me know. As you can tell, I have a very vivid imagination. I hope you enjoy it!
Anthony Stewart Smith stood looking out across the southern part of the city thinking. He saw his tailored dark gray pinstripe suit reflected like a ghost image in the window and he smiled. He had come a long way from the projects. He had left behind the d**gs, the whores and the nightly gunshots. He remembered the summer the Hispanic gang decided the block he lived in was going to belong to them. It was dumb luck he was standing beside the state representative when he saw the gun. It had been instinct that had made him move toward the gun, push the arm toward the sky and drive the gang member to the ground.
Twenty years had passed. He had been offered a job working directly for one of the most powerful men in the state. He had been called into meet with him from time to time. He was asked what the opinion was, “On the street”. Because he got it right and offered good feedback, he got more perks. A raise. A better apartment, nice car and even girls were his reward. By the time he was 23 people knew that if they wanted something they could go to “the old man” or they could see Tony. When the old man died, the party had selected Tony, the districts second ever black to be their representative.
After six years in office he became a consultant. Now he stood as one of the most powerful of the power brokers at 38 years of age.
The knock was not unexpected. The road down memory lane had been. He did not think often of how he had gotten where he was. It was not mentally healthy. It was jarring to be ripped out of those memories to the present and he turned toward the door and said in his commanding bass voice, “Come in.”
It was Paula. He smiled. He loved her for her brains, her initiative and her laugh. But as he watched the tiny Greek immigrant girl close the door he was reminded what he liked about her the most. Her long dark hair had recently been highlighted to the point where she looked almost blonde. Her smile and those smoldering coals that spoke of an intensity deep within her eyes had always excited him. But it was the tiny body that rocked his mind!!
She walked across the deep plush carpet and about half-way to him she began to sway her hips in an exaggerated manner. She had recognized the look of lust in his eyes. She knew he was turned on knowing everyone else thought she was so pure as to maybe even be a virgin! Her mother was certain she was! Her co-workers thought she was either hyper religious or just weird, but sex did not seem to matter to her.
Or so they thought.
She put the folder with its red and black striped tape on three sides on his desk and without slowing a step; she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked around the desk to where he stood watching her approach. They were a foot different in height. She worked out by swimming every morning. Her ass and legs were sculpted with muscle and moved with fluidity even outside of the pool. Her shoulders were strong and square and served to emphasize the dramatic narrowing down to her tiny waist.
Tiny was the word. She was tiny and sexy and she pulled it all off with a sexiness that could be thousands of degrees Celsius one moment and Absolute zero the next. As she approached her heat rolled in front of her like a furnace. He watched as each undone button revealed just a little more creamy flesh. She was not really going to show him anything and Tony knew it. Not here. Still there was a gentle bulge rising in the front of his suit pants that he did not bother to hide. He licked his lips as the swells of flesh came into view before disappearing under the bra cups with embroidered lace.
“There are hundreds if not thousands of women out there in that city who would love to sleep one night with you. Why do you keep wanting me?” Paula challenged the man towering more than a foot over her. “Your reputation is, you take what you want and then you move on. Why do you keep coming back to me?”
Tony looked out the window. The hand set and the lights were blinking on as if enticing him to test her words. Were there indeed thousands of women out there that wanted to bed him? Did literally hundreds of them get wet thinking of being with him? “Those women out there want me because they don’t know me. They see me. They see the cars, the position, and the money. They want to sleep one night with me. They want me to get them pregnant. Not you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you keep coming back. You do what you want.” He turned and looked at her as she stared up at him. “You would not come in here with anything, no matter how urgent, if you did not want to.”
Paula reached up and began butting her blouse back up as she walked around the big cherry desk and to take a seat in one of the deep red leather chairs that sat in front of it. “So I may be interested in you. What do you like about me? Forget about everyone else. What is it you see in me? Be honest.”
He looked at her and thought about telling her how he trusted her. He felt she was honest and in his position that was rare. His heart screamed to say that he loved her mind, her humor, her attitudes and her ethics. But he knew her well enough that he instead reached for the button on the table that set the electronic locks in the doors to the office.
“Every time I see those brilliant white teeth of yours and those red lips I have to use every bit of self-control to not kiss you no matter who is present. Your eyes show the passion and lust of your desire and draw my soul out of me and into you. I want to kiss down the sweep of your neck, nibble on your ears….. I love the way you shudder when I nibble on your ear and tell you how many ways I dream about taking you … fucking you, every night when I fall asleep and every morning when I wake up!”
His eyes did not miss the way her thighs slightly parted, or the way she pushed her hands down a little deeper into her lap. “I love the way you wrap your fingers in my hair as I kiss my way down across your chest and into your cleavage. Your perfume intoxicating! And the soft round globes of your breast, as they catch my breath passing over them your nipples leap up for attention competing for which will get my lips attention first.”
The hem of her skirt rose as he watched first her knees and then the tops of her thighs appear. They were not new to this game. She had asked him to tell her in detail what he wanted to do with her. Each time, as Tony got more graphic, her response had become more overt. “Your nipples pucker and tighten into hard marbles that slide in and out of my mouth. And when you moan it is like miniature tremors from the core of the earth shaking, vibrating the upper most reaches and I feel it in my lips. My teeth rake across your flesh and you clutch my head to you.”
The tops of her stockings came into view and his breath caught. She was not the only one that enjoyed this private pleasure. He could feel the uncomfortable tightness of his underwear reinforced by his pants beneath the desk. He smiled a devious toothy smile and flicked his tongue out for a second at Paula and she shuddered.
“Yes, I love it when your body responds so powerfully that you cannot mask your lust. I can see your heart pounding in your chest and its throbbing is matching the throbbing that is happening in my dick below this desk! Yes, I love the fullness of your breasts in my hands as I kiss my way down that flat stomach of yours. I dream of the day… and the nights when I may drink from your navel and become intoxicated on your beauty!
The royal blue silk panties come into view, trimmed with black lace. At first Tony believes the dark spot is a shadow, but then realized it is wet. Paula has gotten moist, listening to his words. Perhaps she was thinking of the other night at his condo, or when they had travelled to Spain for a conference. He smiled thinking of that trip. Drinking Sangria, he had finally won her confidence and trust enough to allow him to…..
“As I cross below your waist I catch the scent of your arousal and if I have never told you before, that scent is one that causes my balls to rise, my heart to pound and my cock to grow hard. Your scent ignites within me a passion and desire to have you! Tasting you and collecting your thick lubrication on my lips and tongue gives me untold amounts of pleasure!”
Her left hand held out the stretchy black lace allowing her right hand to slide beneath the soft thin material that hid her pussy from him. It may have concealed actual sight, but he could tell how her fingers were moving. She was using her ring finger and middle finger, curling them in long slow strokes, dipping just the tips inside before rising to circle and twist the sensitive top joint of her breach.
“I cannot tell you a single thing that I love more than moving my arms under the creamy smoothness of your thighs and seeing the contrast of your white flesh and my dark chocolate as I wrap my arms around your thighs and hips and breathe in the fresh full sensuality of you. I watch as the folds of your flesh move like the waves of the ocean coming to shore and then receding only to do it again and again. Your pussy, your wet, hot, velvet soft pussy reaches to draw me in and know the depths of you...
Paula’s left hand was now cupping and squeezing first one breast and then the other as she sank her fingers deep inside and push the base of her hand against her lower pubic mound to gain the friction she was craving now. Tony moved a hand under his desk and began to slowly rub and polish the end of his ravenous b**st.
“Watching drops of your lust bloom onto the petals of your labia and collect until their need becomes too heavy and it runs down the folds of flesh, through the forbidden part in your sex and as I watch it puddles before spilling out and running down the crack of your ass!”
“What do you want to do to me Tony? Tell me what you want to do to my pussy!” Paula was definitely aroused as he watched her fingers moving faster and then pausing, pressing harder, then moving again. Her hips were beginning to move more.
He could feel his own wetness through his pants.
“I want to taste the heaven of your honey cunt. As I lean closer I want…”
“No. Tell me what you want right now! Tony, tell me what you want.”
“Come around this desk. I want you to sit on my lap and I want to fuck your tiny tight pussy and make the stars of your mind explode as you look out at the city.”
Paula got up and came around the desk and while her skirt fell back in place, her fingers quickly undid her blouse and she played no games. Tony stood and undid his belt and pants. She helped push them past his knees before he turned the chair to face the large windows and the night.
When he had first suggested that they take their relationship to another level other than professional, Paula had looked scared. It had taken her a month to confess. She was scared what a massive black cock would do to her since she was so small. He laughed. “Not every black man has a dick like a donkey, just like all of us are not dicks as bosses!” he had explained.
She still had been unsure the first time that she had lowered his pants. She had gotten down on the floor in front of the couch at his condo. When she unzipped his pants, Tony’s cock had sprung up like the arm of a catapult suddenly set free. She had looked up into his face with a gleam of fear in her eye as she looked past the sudden huge tent in his boxers. He had reached down and pushed boxers and pants over his hips and though he was far from small, his cock looked at least normal to him.
His dark shaft rose out of the nest of tightly curled black hairs. The one vein that was visible throbbed with desire and the pinker flesh of his lust-filled prick had just peeked out of the generous sheath of foreskin that normally kept it covered. She had had to work to get her small hands wrapped around the shaft, but the resultant tight grip had been heavenly! And when she had swirled her tongue around his head and in the folds of his uncut sleeve… he swore she was a natural talent!
Tonight there was no foreplay. As she put her feet to either side of his he slid down in the chair so his butt was almost off of the leather. She gathered her skirt and then he held the folds of material up on her hips as she guided his prick toward her wet and impatient cock and the other held onto his knee.
The shock of his bare tipped cock touching her feather light labia caused them both to shiver. She lowered herself a little and his bulbous head made its way into the entrance to her secret depths. He was not a porn star, but his mature male member was none the less daunting for a girl that barely crossed the five foot tall mark! She lowered herself and he felt his tip pressing open the tight circle into her in every direction! She was still the tightest woman he had ever been with!
He did not rush her and she moved both of her hands to his knees. He could see in the reflection of the glass, she was biting her lip, trying not to cry out. Then she relaxed a little more and he was in. He felt the tight passage pulling back his black velvet hood and he could imagine his unbridled, uncut pink head diving hungrily into her, filling her up in ways she both dreamed of and feared! Lower she rode on the still shaft until at the same moment the tip of his cock met more resistance, her wet and inviting lisp wrapped themselves around the base of his cock!
He let go of the skirt. It was going to need dry cleaning at this point no matter what, as would his pants. His hands wrapped around her chest and grabbed her small breasts and squeezed them hard. The first few times they had fucked, he had been gentle; almost afraid he would hurt her. Finally she told him she would not break. Since then, all bets were off and he squeezed the tight little nipples hard causing her to gasp.
Paula began pushing up and sliding down on his rod, slowly at first as if getting used to having his girth within her. Each time she lifted herself up he felt she made his dick grow fatter, like the knot of a dog. She was wet and her juices were spilling and squirting out, soaking his balls in a mind blowing bath of lust.
Outside the day had fully surrendered to night and the idea of someone looking up and seeing us only served to make the moment hotter.
Tony moved his hands to her hips and began raising her up and down, setting an aggressive pace. Paula moved her hand under her skirt and began furiously rubbing her clit as she urged the older man to do it hard and to give her every drop in her cunt. The sound of her ass slapping into his hips became an erotic soundtrack that urged him on and had him feeling his own climax nearing. The tremors and contractions deep within Paula were singing the sirens ballad coaxing his sperm to swim deep into her womb.
She slammed her hips down hard against his and the grip of the little death held him fast as her back arched and she pushed to pull as much of him into her as humanly possible and more! It was more than he could take! He felt the familiar twist and tightening within his scrotum, followed by a steaming sea washing all around the inside of the quivering woman that he was locked inside. She began slowly rocking her hips around and the ricochets of divine ecstasy pierced the sanity of them both over and over again as each one set off a response in the other that collided back into the first!
All too soon Tony felt the tightness of his cork in her bottle lost its seal and soon a cascade of their passion spilled out and washed with it his softening cock. Tony was glad there was towel in his gym bag in the closet. Cleaning up the evidence was important for them both.
“Make me cum again, Tony. I want to cum for you again.” Paula said as she lay back against his chest and their tongues and mouths entwined over her shoulder. Reaching down he hooked a finger in the soaking ocean of her tender sex and he penetrated her with the first couple knuckles on one finger and then two. She was soon bucking against his hand and soaking the lower halves of them both as she entered the zone of passion that resembled a full on possession by the devil himself.
“I need more!” Paula said without warning as she lurched up and off of the thick mahogany legs. She turned and leaned over the polished top of the desk, presenting both her ass and sopping wet pussy for easy access. Tony spun his chair around and without mercy shoved two fingers into her wet snatch so hard and fast that the juice shot out on his hand and arm clear to splashing against the chair. Paula yelped, but then thrust hard into him. Over the next minute the two wrestled and battled
Then she came again and as he thrust a third finger into her tightness, he pressed down firmly in the center of her sphincter. Pounding the desk in an effort to keep from screaming Paula shook and thrashed until the whole world evaporated in an explosion. Tony only barely kept her from hitting her head on the carpet as her limp body collapsed in a pile at his feet.
She revived in just a few seconds sporting a dopey smile. “Now that is why you can run this city.” She said, still in a haze.
“Indeed it is. Indeed, it is…….”
+++++++++++++
An XH person cbrd34 accused me of stereo-typing black guys in my stories, and he was right. Guilty as charged. So I decided to write a story setting that right. Then White_Paola86 asked me to write a story about her with a black guy. This is the product!
If you have a topic, a style, want to read what it would be like for this and that person to get it on… Let me know. As you can tell, I have a very vivid imagination. I hope you enjoy it!
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