0 comments/ 27838 views/ 3 favorites Black Silk By: bigdav She was sitting at the bar when I walked in. I noticed her particularly because of the row of empty glasses before her. I walked over, sat down on a barstool next to her and glanced across. Damn but this girl was a looker. The body was sheathed in black silk from her designer dress to the sheer stockings. The dress was tight as a second skin, her small breasts and perky nipples creating magical little mounds in the thin material. If she was wearing panties they didn't show where the dress smoothed over the curve of her slim behind. The dress stopped mid thigh but the legs definitely didn't. Encased in black silk they were a legman's dream, shapely, elegant, the feet encased in high-heeled sandals. I raised my eyes to her face and drank in the beautiful profile, the long dark hair, the upturned nose and the cute rosebud mouth. A neat pair of spectacles framed eyes that a man would die for. She was exquisite, but what was she doing in a dive like this? She turned her head towards me and smiled. My heart went bang and my cock sprang to life immediately. That smile was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. "I'm drunk," she said. "Going by the number of glasses I'm not surprised," I replied. " the big question is why?" "My boyfriend left me... went to work abroad.. the rat!" "The guy must be nuts," I said. That smile came again. The effect started at my toes and worked its way upward. By this time my cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my jeans. She leaned towards me and whispered. "You wanna screw." I blinked, cleared my throat and sat wondering if I was hearing things. Had this beautiful woman really asked me to fuck her? "C'mon, I'm drunk, horny and my boyfriends gone away." I thought about it...for about 3 seconds. I'm no angel and whether she was drunk or not I wasn't about to pass up this kind of chance. "Where?" I asked. "Follow me," she said getting up and walking towards the door. I went after her, the twitch of that ass as she walked across the room was bewitching. The way she was walking I figured maybe she wasn't as drunk as I thought. At the door she looked over her shoulder and winked. "Enjoying the view huh," she breathed and laughed softly. That laugh sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. Once outside the building she went around the back. She stopped and stood with her back to the wall, her legs slightly parted, her pelvis jutting towards me. "Right here.. right now..I want it...bad," she was moaning softly, her hips making small erotic gyrations, her hands stroking her perfect little breasts. I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding her dress up over those delicious thighs brushing the tops of her silk stockings. I had been right about the panties. Inches from my face were the delicate folds of her labia framed by the straps of a black satin suspender belt. I buried my face in her pubic hair..breathing in the intoxicating scent of her womanhood. My tongue snaked out, feeling its way between her pussy lips, tasting her sweetness. My hands cupped her ass, pulling her hard onto my questing tongue and I heard her gasp as I found her clitoris. She was wet ...very wet... and tasted like heaven. I explored her thoroughly, my tongue snaking into every nook and cranny, my fingers playing her like a fine musical instrument. She was moaning constantly now..gasping occasionally when I hit a particular hotspot... her juices filling my mouth and running down her inner thighs. Suddenly she grasped my hair and hauled me upright. Her eyes were slightly wild and her breast was heaving as she pulled my lips to hers, our tongues intertwined, a soft groan escaped her as she tasted herself on my mouth. "Fuck me ..fuck me now...fuck me hard.." she gasped clawing at my belt. My trousers fell open and my cock sprang forward, hard as an iron bar. Her legs locked around my hips as I cupped her ass and lifted her onto my aching prick. Her cunt was tight, like a velvet vice, it gripped my manhood, squeezing it and milking it. I drove into her hard and fast pounding her against the wall.. she was making little animal noises of pleasure and lust..gasping, moaning, swearing softly into my ear. I reached up and grasped the front of her dress, tearing it apart I dropped my head to feast on her magnificent little breasts with their engorged nipples. I sensed she was close to climax and judging the moment I rammed two fingers up her ass just as she went over the edge. She came with a long groan rising to a wail.. her pussy spasming around my cock.. her nails digging into the back of my neck as she pulled my face to her breast. "Oooooh God," she gasped as she subsided from a shattering orgasm. Her legs dropped to the ground and I moved back as she stood upright wobbling slightly. My still hard cock glistened with her juices in the light of a street lamp. She went to her knees taking my cock in her mouth... sliding her lips over my shaft... running her tongue over the head. Then she sucked and I thought my balls were about to explode. This girl was good...no she was expert! She kissed, licked, stroked and sucked until I thought I would lose my mind. "I'm going to cum," I gasped, stroking her hair. She lifted her head from my cock. "On my tits...I want you to cum on my tits." She pointed my cock towards her breasts and began to work furiously with her hands both on my cock and balls. I let out a groan as my balls erupted with what felt like gallons of cum. It shot out onto her breast in great white globs.. coating her nipples..splashing onto her chin. She grinned wickedly and began working my cream into her breasts like a lotion. "Its supposed to be good for the skin," she giggled. She got up and kissed me softly on the mouth. I could taste my self on her and smell my cum on her breasts. She stepped back and smiled that sexy smile again. "And now I think you should take me home," she said "we still have lots and lots of things to try!!" Black Silk Catharine checked in on their son and daughter again. They were finally asleep. She smiled. The house was almost silent, the only sounds coming from the TV. He was in front of the TV right now. The love of her life -- her partner, friend and lover. Also her husband and father to her children. Her heart would always belong to him. Forever. Catharine walked into their bedroom and dug under her clothes in the cupboard. She had hidden this particular item of clothing just for tonight. Putting it on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Plain brown-green eyes stared back at her; light brown hair just touching her shoulders. Catharine was not the slimmest woman. She was not slim when he married her either. 'Well padded' was the term she would use to describe her body. The black, silk nightie came to just above her knees. The top of the nightie was black and gold lace. It barely covered her overly large breasts that came with her size. She lit candles and switched off the lights. The flickering flames made shadows dance on the walls. Perfect. She smiled and walked to the lounge. Catharine stood in front of him and held her hand out. He grinned and looked her up and down then let his hands travel softly upwards over the silk material, stopping to just under her breasts. She stepped backwards out of his reach, her hand still held out for his. He took her hand and stood then followed as she led him down the passage and into the bedroom. He grabbed and pulled her against him, his hands groped her breasts. She moaned as he pinched the already hard nipples as her hands went behind her to rub the top of his thighs. Catharine pushed him away and turned to face him. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs revealling her hair covered pussy to his view. "Undress." She asked sweetly already getting wet at the idea of him stripping in front of her. He was not the best looking man. Not a body builder, but not over weight at all. 'Thinnish' was the word she would use to describe his body. To her he was sexy though and shirtless, in dark blue jeans, he looked like a God to her. He slowly removed the jeans and his underpants. The candle light making the shadows dance across his chest. Catharine let her eyes roam over him. His cock was already standing. Ready. His cock was not the biggest or longest she had ever seen. It was average with a curve to it. His size and curve were perfect for her. Especially that curve. It made the head of his cock rub her G-spot wonderfully every time. She shivered in anticipation. He moved towards her. Standing between her legs he reached down with his hand and spread her pussy lips. His finger found her clit instinctively and he knew exactly how to rub the nob to give her pleasure. She moaned, enjoying his finger moving over her clit. It amazed her at the way he could bring her the most exquisite release every time. She gasped as the ecstasy between her legs built. He covered her mouth with his, letting his tongue slip into her mouth. She kissed him back moaning into his mouth as his tongue slid in and out, in a rhythm she knew he would be matching inside of her. She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. Matching the rhythm of his tongue, she moved her hand up and down his length. He broke the kiss and stood before her, still rubbing her clit. He rubbed it so slowly, stopping every now and again before she reached her peek. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth, moaning as he kept her from reaching orgasm. His cock always felt so good in her mouth. She enjoyed his moans as she let her tongue flick over the head before taking it in her mouth again. She sucked his cock, in and out her mouth, while he rubbed her clit. They were both moaning and breathing hard together at the pleasure they were giving each other. He pulled away and Catharine moved further onto the bed, already dripping wet between her legs in anticipation. She lifted her hips to him as he held himself above her, the tip of his cock at her pussy entrance. Looking deeply into his eyes, she tried to show him the love she felt for him. And then he was inside of her, stretching her hole. She moaned in pleasure. Their lives had changed with marriage, kids and jobs, but this had never changed -- The ecstasy of feeling his cock deep in her pussy. He started moving in and out slowly. The feel of him inside her hole, stretching her, made her moan just out of pure joy of the moment. His one hand went to her breast and found the hard tip of her nipple. He squeezed it then rolled the nob in his fingers. Catharine moaned at the feel pain and pleasure mixed. The head of his cock expertly rubbed her G-spot and she felt the familiar pleasure rise. It felt so good having him inside of her. Only him; she could never be with another. He began to move faster and harder and she reached her peek almost immediately. Her hands grabbed the sheets and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. Waking the kids now was not a good idea. He moaned above her and then he grunted his release pumping his cum fast into her. She ran her hands through his hair and kissed him tenderly. "I love you." He whispered in her ear then leaned up to look into her eyes. She always enjoyed this moment: Him above her, still in her and those three words hanging in the air. "I love you too." She smiled. Black Silk & Emeralds When Caroline Marsden walked into the Chanticleer and was conducted by the maitre d' through the dining room to the table where I sat waiting for her, I thought everyone in the room would turn and look at her. She was the most attractive, self-confident, powerful woman I had ever seen. She was an elegant opportunity, my best chance to vacate my humble cubicle on the 21st floor of the Alerton International Building and move up to something better. She was tall, raven-haired, and wore black silk with emerald earrings, and I was nervous. Instead of feeling like an up-and-coming young employee about to be freed from his cube, the sight of her walking towards me made me feel like a bumbler wearing mismatched socks. As she came to the table I stood to greet her. She smiled warmly and looked at me directly with large hazel eyes. I guessed her age as 40ish but I have never been good at guessing age. She could have been younger. "Good evening, Paul. I am very pleased you were able to accept my invitation for dinner. I have been looking forward to getting to know you." When Mia Tang, her assistant, came to my cubicle and told me that Ms. Marsden would like to speak with me, my surprise must have been evident. "Yes, it's true," Mia assured me. Ms. Marsden had never spoken to me before she invited me to dinner. When I was sitting in front of her, Ms. Marsden told me she enjoyed getting to know the people who worked for her more personally. I accepted her invitation on the spot. How could I have turned her down? Drinks and dinner were ordered and the waiter left us. "Paul, I know that we have a business relationship and not a personal one, but I would genuinely like to spend the evening with you and not talk about business until later. I have already taken the liberty of calling you by you first name and this evening I hope you will call me by mine, Caroline. I have had enough of being Ms. Marsden for one day." "Caroline." "Good. I like that." A bottle of wine and good meal have a way of bringing people together, and this evening was no exception. I found that I enjoyed Caroline Marsden's company. We talked about families. Caroline told a very funny story about her Uncle Roger who had a mortal fear of mayonnaise, and I responded with the story of my younger brother's attempt to elope with his 16-year-old sweetheart only to have his car break down a block from her house with her father in hot pursuit. We laughed and enjoyed ourselves. No word of business was mentioned. After dessert Caroline paid the bill and suggested we move on to the business part of the evening. The business part of the evening involved getting in her Mercedes and driving across the city to an ornate brownstone apartment house bordering Redmont Park. We rode the elevator to the top floor where Caroline produced keys and opened the door to a very pleasant apartment. I assumed as I looked at the leather furniture and the view of the city lights across the park that Caroline lived here, but, as I would soon find out, I was wrong. As I stood looking out at the city lights Caroline Marsden came up behind me and put her arms around me. "Paul, I have lost something and I need you to help me find it again." Her right hand descended to my crotch and began to squeeze and stroke me. Was I shaken? Was this unexpected? Totally. Did I say something like Ms. Marsden I need to go home now? No. I turned to her, and Caroline Marsden, my boss, kissed me hungrily, opened her mouth so that I could slip deep into hers and pressed her hips against my hardening cock. I had an inkling what Caroline Masden might be looking for and wanted to help her find it. "Unzip me, Paul." I did. Black silk rustled to the floor and she stood before me smiling in a lacy black bra and panties. "If you want me to suck you, Paul you are going to have to take off those pants. Why don't you let me help you?" My belt buckle was undone, my fly unzipped and her hands slowly guided my pants over my hips and down to my ankles. Caroline knelt before me and kissed the large bulge that had formed in my briefs, then she hooked her fingers into the band and drew them down freeing my cock from its confinement. My cock leapt out, straightened, stretched and pointed at Caroline's mouth. Caroline made happy sounds as she took me in her fingers. "I just knew it was going to be a big one, Paul. It's beautiful. I love the delicate violet color around the rim of the head." She opened her mouth, looked up at me and then extended her tongue and began flicking the swollen head. "Do you want me to suck it? If you want me to suck it, you are going to have to ask me." "Caroline, I want you to suck my cock," I breathed. "Say please." "Please." Caroline's beautiful mouth descended on my prick and I gasped because it felt so good. "Paul, I want you to watch me suck your big thing. I want you to enjoy having it sucked by your boss." Not only did I enjoy her skillful executive sucking, but Caroline loved taking my humble employee hard-on between her lips. She gave herself over to the task in a single-minded way. I watched her beautiful mouth swallowing my hardness, sliding me deep inside again and again. Sometimes she looked up at me and smiled to see that I was watching her mouth slide over my hard-on, but mostly she just made her mouth into a warm pussy, a pussy with a wonderful restless tongue inside. She held my legs as she sucked and murmured contented sounds like a kid eating cereal. I looked down on this naked stranger engulfing my swollen penis. I just could not believe this was happening to me. I was beginning to think how cumming in her mouth would feel and how she might react, because every time she stroked my balls as she sucked me I thought I was going to let it go. I was getting hot, and I guess she sensed that. "I think it's time to go to bed, Paul. I want to fuck." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It joined the pile of silk on the floor. Then she stepped out of her panties. Caroline was as powerful to me without clothes as she was when she walked across the restaurant. Her breasts were not large but they were firm and delicate. The thought that I was going to get to touch them and hold them excited me. Another thing that excited me was that Caroline was not one of those women who shaved pubic hair. I loved hairy women, and Caroline had a vigorous black thicket between her legs. I wanted to put my face in it and spread her open with my tongue. I wanted to grab her butt and squeeze her firm cheeks. Caroline was not a 20-year-old but her naked body was tight and strong and her stomach was flat. Then I was surprised to see she had a tattoo. A small blue snake coiled beneath her navel. When she saw me looking she said, "I have not always been as I am now, lover." I pulled her towards me and we kissed again and I put my hands between her legs and felt her bushy pussy. I could taste the saltiness of my cock in her mouth as I kissed her. I too was ready for some fucking so I grabbed the tight cheeks of her ass and lifted her off the floor and onto my hips. Caroline laughed like a girl, hugging my neck and wrapping her legs around my back. I ran my hand down her back, down the crack of her ass and touched her. "Which way is the bedroom, Caroline?" "You are just have to find it on your own Mr. Big Dick," she laughed. So with my pants around my ankles I shuffled my naked Caroline around the apartment pretending to look for the bedroom. She squealed when I shuffled her into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and threaten to back her into the two bottles of skim milk that were its only contents. Next I shlumped like a member of some weird chain gang with a bobbing hard-on into the bathroom so we could see ourselves in the mirror. She liked that and begged me to put it in her right then and there so she could watch, but I wouldn't. I shuffled to the front door of the apartment and began to open it. "Oh my God, no, Paul! Don't!" But I did. I waltzed the naked Caroline out into the hall. "Oops! Not the bedroom," I said. Fortunately no one saw us, and the door didn't close accidentally, locking us out of the apartment. The bedroom was the next stop. I laid my beautiful boss back on the big bed where she drew her legs up to her chest and watched as I discarded my clothes. And then we were both naked and in bed together and she came and held me against her and gave me little kisses all over my face. "I like you, Paul," she whispered as she kissed my ear. Then she rolled away on her back and drew her legs up again and gave me an evil, bad-girl look. "Eat me now, Mr. Big Dick." It was an order. I went down between her legs and put my face in her dark tangle. My tongue traced her delicate labia and then insinuated itself inside her warm crevice and found that place that women want to have touched. Caroline moaned and put her fingers in my hair. "Oh, Paul! Do that some more!" I did. My hands came up around her hips and found her breasts. Caroline liked having her breasts gently massaged while I licked and sucked her pussy. I closed my eyes and went to work. I have no idea how long it was my tongue stroked her. If Caroline thought I was doing this just to make her feel good she was wrong. I loved teasing her with my tongue. Eating her excited me, especially because she was hairy. When, after some time, I looked at her face, her body was tense with pleasure and her mouth made a silent "oh". She moved her hips in a small, slow circle against my mouth as I made her feel good. She was wet and open and hot. Then Caroline's fingertips began to press uncomfortably into my head. "Oh... I'm going to cum!" When she came her body jumped and her hands held my face hard against her sex as the pleasure shot through her. Her hips jerked again and again against my mouth, but she made no sound. And then, when the waves had subsided, she let out a great deep sigh as though some heavy burden had been lifted. "Please. Please just don't move for a minute. Just stay still. It feels so good." I did as I was told and we lay suspended in time for a few minutes. When her hands relaxed and no longer held my head still, I got up and went to the bathroom where I washed my face. When I returned to the bedroom, Caroline opened her arms to me. "Come and put it in me. Get on top and fuck me." It wasn't an order the way she said it, it was a plea. I knelt between her legs and teased her with the head of my cock, making it slippery and pushing it in only a little way. She began to moan again, so I held myself over her body and pushed myself into her about half way. Caroline opened her legs wide and began to make fucking motions with her hips. I pulled myself all the way out and she looked at me as though I had betrayed her. Again I teased her, rubbing her clitoris with the head of my aching cock. This time when I went into her I went all the way into her, pushing myself in one thrust as far up inside her as I could get. Oh, that felt good! Her legs went up over my back, pulling me into her. We began fucking each other. She was indescribably soft and silky inside and we fit together perfectly. I went slowly at first, not coming very far out before plunging in again. I looked down between her legs and watched my swollen, slippery penis go in and out and then I looked at Caroline's face. Her eyes were closed. By the way she held her head she seemed to be someone intent on hearing some distant sound, her eyes closed so that she could concentrate. Deciding to disturb this trance, I quit the deep, slow fucking and jolted Caroline with some hard thrusts. I banged her and then resumed deep poking. Caroline's eyes opened slowly and she smiled. "I like it when you fuck me hard, Paul." Her fingers came up to my mouth and traced my lips. Her hips began to moving, meeting my deep stroking. My arms were getting tired so I sat back on my legs and drew Caroline to me. We began to go fast and Caroline liked that. Oh... yes... do... it... to... me... yes... oh... oh... oh... do it... yes... fuck me... oh yes... do... it... so... hard... yes... so... hard... you... cocksucker... do... it... oh please... yes... yes... uh... uh... oh... uh... fuck... oh fuck me... do... do... oh fuck... yes... oh... oh... do it... cocksucker... fuck me... fuck me... oh... fuck me... yes... big... so... big... oh... hard... fuck... oh fuck... oh... yes... fuck me... fuck me... fuckme... there... oh... do... it... oh... there... yes... oh... oh... oh... now... OH... OH... uh... uh... uh... OH YES... OH... YESSS... I’m... coming... I’m... going... to... come... I’m..OH YES OH YES... I”M... COM... ohohohoh... YES... oh YES... oh fuck me yes... ohohohoh... so... good... so... good... OHFUCKYESSS... Caroline came and didn't seem to stop cumming. Her excitement was contagious. I did not have long to go. I threw myself forward on top of her, put my arms around her neck and held her hard against me. I just fucked her and heard her breath come out as I drove into her. I raced on and on, feeling her hot breasts pressed against my chest and feeling her move with me as I pumped her with my swelling prick. Then I felt myself almost there and suddenly I was there and filling her with long white gobs. I struggled mightily to get that cum out of me and into her, holding her and pushing myself roughly up inside. And then we were done. I was gasping for breath and Caroline was locked to me. I wanted to roll off of her and onto my back but she wouldn't let me. She refused to let me move, so I lay still and let her coast for awhile. "I hope you found what you were looking for, Caroline." "Oh, I did, Paul, I did." She kissed my ear and soon were asleep in each others arms while the lights continued twinkling out across Redmont Park. I awoke the next morning to find Caroline dressed in tennis clothes with her sports bag next to the door. She gave her sleepy lover a peck and motioned me to the couch. It was time to talk business. "Paul, talent has a way of making its own way in the world. You are smart, hardworking and given even a little luck you should do well. However, many young men have brains and ambition. The difference between them is that some get to exercise their talents and some never get the opportunity. It's easy to get the chance to work, but not so easy to get the opportunity to achieve. You need a canvas on which to paint your picture. I can provide you with that canvas, Paul. I have access to an Alerton International project that could make you rich and establish you as a leader within the company if you are successful, or could simply give you an opportunity to fail miserably. I believe you can be successful or I wouldn't have invited you here." I started to thank her for her confidence, but she stopped me and went on. "I can provide you with this opportunity, Paul, but this is business. I want something in return and what I want is unethical if not illegal." She paused. "I want you to have sex with me, not just once but many nights. You will live here in this apartment and I will come to you and stay the night. We will never see each other apart from this place and outside this place our relationship will be as it has been up to this point... nonexistent. To put it bluntly, Paul, I want to keep you and take pleasure in you and I hope you will take pleasure in me. I am strong woman and I have a taste for young attractive men. I am attracted to you, Paul. You may not want to accept my offer. If you do not I promise there will be no retaliation. If you accept my offer, there can be no other women. I don't like competition. If you have a girlfriend now you must find a way of saying goodbye. No, this won't last forever. If you succeed you will be free of me. If you fail, I will lose you. You recognize that I am taking a risk. Discretion is essential. Indiscretion will lead to unpleasantness. I will return here on Thursday at dinnertime. If you are here we can discuss our arrangement further. If you are not here, I will know you have decided to pursue other options. I hope you will be here, Paul. I really do. Caroline then rose from the couch and left to play tennis with someone somewhere. She only paused in the door long enough to tell me the keys to my new apartment were on the kitchen counter.