3 comments/ 83660 views/ 23 favorites Anika: An African Goddess By: gapster7 I like long slow build-ups -- this story is no exception. If you want to go straight to the action, head for Week 5. Comments and criticisms are always welcome. Please let me know what you think -- and thanks for reading. * I was rather surprised to receive the voice mail. I had not heard from Aaron in over two years. "Marcus. Aaron here. It's been awhile. Listen, I've got a project for you. I don't know if you heard that Carol and I got divorced over a year ago. You may have seen something in the gossip columns. Hey, it just didn't work out. But I've moved on and remarried -- lovely girl named Anika -- stole her off the runway. Anyway, we've bought a top floor condo in a new high-rise in West Chelsea -- a vanilla box -- has great views, but needs tons of work. I'm traveling a lot right now and we need to get this thing going and get out of our loft in Tribeca. I figured it would be a good project for Anika. Can you take it on? I took the liberty of setting up an appointment for you to take a look with the realtor and Anika next Thursday. Hope you can make it. Call me and I'll give you a few more details. Thanks." Aaron is the manager of a high flying international hedge fund and travels the world. I had, in fact, read about his well publicized divorce, but was certainly unaware that he'd found a new bride. As an interior designer specializing in the high end residential market in New York, I'm pretty inured to the ups and downs of married life among the rich and famous. In fact my network and contacts are constantly expanding as marriages falter and the parties move on to new relationships. I had designed a major renovation for Aaron and Carol, his second and last wife, several years back. He had been a great client and wasn't afraid to spend the money necessary to do the job right. I gave him a call back and he filled me in on his last year. The divorce had been nasty, but he was able to give Carol a sizable settlement and still not affect his lifestyle in any significant way. His fund was doing great, but its international focus was taking him on the road constantly. His new bride had a fashion and modeling background and he knew a project like this would keep her mind off his absence and give her something to sink her teeth into. "Let her enjoy the process," he told me. "And just send me the bills." So I agreed to take on the project and to meet Anika on site the following Thursday. I had no idea this would be unlike any project I had ever gotten involved with. WEEK 1 Thursday came and I arrived on schedule at an address in the West 20s to find a newly constructed condo building sitting very close to the Hudson River. It was in an up-and-coming section of Manhattan that was home to quite a few new buildings catering to the crowd looking for the next hot neighborhood. I was to meet Anika and the realtor in the lobby. I had worked with the realtor, Sally, before and knew she'd have all the details. As I entered the lobby I saw Sally standing with a tall, statuesque black woman. Aaron had left out that particular detail, but I could certainly see why he'd been taken with her. She was a stunning beauty and had a regal bearing. I sauntered up to the two, said hello to Sally and introduced myself to Anika. "Anika, I presume. I'm Marcus. Very pleased to meet you." She smiled demurely and held out her hand, gripping mine with a firm warm handshake. "Hi Marcus. Aaron has told me so much about you. I'm very pleased we'll be working together." She was dressed in very expensive designer clothes. She had a long, lean athletic body, but I could see she had a very ample bust and an exquisite rear end. It was her beautiful face, however, that really drew my attention: big eyes, full lips, delectable chocolate skin, and perfect bone structure. She was gorgeous. Sally filled me in on the apartment as we rode the elevator. I could feel Anika's eyes on me as we ascended to the top floor. The doors opened, I let the women off before me and watched Anika's beautiful ass sway as she stepped into her future home. I took a look around and knew this was going to be a fun project. The views to the south and west were exceptional. As I surveyed the loft type space I again felt Anika checking me out. I didn't mind. I'm well into my forties, but I take care of myself and feel quite comfortable in my skin. I've been divorced for five years and when I'm not working, I'm working out, taking my stress out at the gym. At the moment I felt in control and I listened intently as Sally laid out the parameters for the building. As we walked through the empty space I kept stealing glances at Anika. I didn't want her to see me watching her, as I'd noticed her watching me, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Her skin was a rich dark brown and looked like it would be smooth and silky to the touch. Her long black hair cascaded well over her shoulders in long rivulets of tight wavy curls. Her eyes were large and the whites of her eyes contrasted vividly with her dark chocolate skin. When she smiled her glossy white teeth glistened against her full wet lips. Aaron had certainly done quite well for himself. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to kiss her. At one point I was looking at her as she stood in profile taking in the view across the Hudson. She turned her head suddenly and looked straight at me. She'd caught me looking, she knew it, and she smiled at me in a very subtle way and then looked back away so I could continue my admiring gaze. As we surveyed the large open space I began to ask Anika questions about what she and Aaron were looking for in their new home. She spoke eloquently and with just a hint of an accent I couldn't quite place. She was quick, smart and knew what she wanted. She asked about how the process would work and I outlined the steps we'd take to a complete project. "Once we've got good existing floor plans we'll need to establish a program and then we can begin to do some serious design work. I like to meet once a week to keep these kinds of projects on course." Anika smiled and said she could certainly work out some sort of weekly meeting time and she'd like to get the process started as soon as possible. We set an appointment for the following Thursday at her loft in Tribeca so we could discuss program and look at some of the existing conditions in their present space. I usually assign these kinds of projects to one of my associates once I get them going. But I felt like this was one project I might keep all to myself. There was something interesting brewing. We bade our goodbyes and I left the two women to talk as I headed back to the office. I was already looking forward to next Thursday. WEEK 2 I didn't have much to do to prep for our next meeting, so the week slipped by -- early May does that -- and suddenly I found myself in a cab that next Thursday being whisked down toward lower Manhattan to survey the retreat where Aaron had taken refuge with his lovely new wife. We pulled up to a 6 story cast iron building in a very chic street in Tribeca. I tipped the cabbie generously, grabbed my briefcase, and headed up the steps to the front door of their loft building. I pressed the button for 6B and Anika's sweet voice came over the intercom. She buzzed me in and I took the elevator up to the sixth floor. I approached, knocked gently on the door and it slowly opened. Anika's smiling face appeared from behind the door and I returned her smile and greeting as I entered her space. We shook hands politely, but I could feel the heat of her skin as she clasped my hand. She looked even better than I remembered and had dressed much more casually than our last meeting. Her hair was pinned up on top of her head, exposing her long, gracious neck and delicate facial features. She wore skintight jeans, a thin light green cashmere sweater and heels. She looked to be around 5'-7", but the heels brought her within inches of my six foot frame. The cashmere lay smoothly on the swell of her very full breasts. She welcomed me in and led me toward the kitchen area. The loft was a big wide open space with high ceilings and tall double hung windows that looked out onto the Tribeca cityscape. We circled the large granite island in the kitchen and she offered me some tea, which I accepted. I looked around the loft and made mental notes. My eyes kept drifting back to Anika as I took in her womanly shape. The jeans flared from her tiny waist, caressed her round ass and hugged her cheeks tightly. They also puckered snugly into the crease between her legs, accentuating the round fleshy folds of her mound. They were very tight and left very little to the imagination. I tried very hard to ignore her and look elsewhere. The purpose of our meeting today was to discuss the program and lay out their desires for the new space. Anika spoke intelligently and with a sweet tenor to her voice. She was certainly educated and very focused. We reviewed their needs and wants and then toured the existing loft to look at existing furniture and rugs they might want to incorporate into the renovation. When we got to the master bathroom Anika pointed out the huge whirlpool tub. It was six feet long, at least four feet wide and had mirrors on three sides and lots of nooks and shelves with candles. A skylight above bathed the area with natural light. "Looks like you've got every angle covered in this tub," I stated carefully. "I love to soak in this tub -- the mirrors, the candles -- it's the best," Anika replied. I imagined her lounging in a bubble bath and had to catch myself from drifting off into fantasy land. We spent the next hour talking about the project and I took copious notes. I was doing my best to maintain my professional demeanor, but Anika was slowly having an effect on me. I vowed to treat her like any other client and I played it straight for the remainder of our meeting. We confirmed plans to meet in a week when I would have some rough sketches for her to review. We parted ways and I looked forward to diving into the design. WEEK 3 I spent the next few days sketching ideas for Aaron and Anika's apartment. While I followed the process I'd used countless times before, I couldn't help but fantasize about Anika and how she would use these spaces. I drew the large tub surround she had requested and daydreamed about her bathing her exquisite body in the hot swirling water -- watching herself in the mirrors. I was having a hard time maintaining perspective. But I was certainly looking forward to seeing her and sharing my ideas. I loaded up my presentation on Thursday morning and taxied downtown. Anika buzzed me up and I felt the anticipation build as I headed up the elevator. She opened the door with a huge smile on her face and a warm handshake. She was dressed in a pair of black tights, her usual high heels and a tight, low-cut top that hugged her breasts and clearly displayed her impressive cleavage. She had to be a full C cup and the thin straps of her bra paralleled the straps of her top. I could just detect the tips of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top. She looked very casual, but very sexy, and seemed to enjoy showing off her wonderful attributes. We perched on stools at the kitchen island and I pulled out my sketches. I began to describe the floor plans and Anika tucked in rather close to me so she could see the drawings. I could smell her perfume and had a hard time concentrating on what I was trying to say. I wanted to reach out and take her in my arms -- ravage her right there on the counter. But I didn't. I maintained my cool, such as it was. She was quite adept at reading plans and made a number of good criticisms and comments. I pulled out my roll of trace and a pen and began to sketch some of her ideas. "I love to watch you draw, Marcus. It's so much fun." I sketched fluidly and my pen skimmed over the trace as I interpreted her comments into a new solution. We pushed and pulled the plan, revising and evolving the design to meet their needs. At one point her cell phone rang and she took the call. She stood in the kitchen absorbed in her conversation. I pretended to be thinking and drawing. But I was secretly admiring Anika's body. It was slender, but curvy. Her ass was full and round and flared seductively from her slender waist. The tights she was wearing came down to mid-calf and left less to the imagination than the jeans she had worn the previous week. She couldn't possibly be wearing anything underneath them. Her breasts pushed forth proudly from her torso and were perfectly shaped. Her voice made me melt and she moved with a grace of someone secure in her appearance. Her dark skin looked soft and luxuriant in the morning light and I wanted to reach out and stroke her. While I did my best to be subtle in my glances, she knew I was checking her out and she moved and twisted and turned to show off her body from every angle. I couldn't tear my eyes away. She hung up the phone, looked at me and grinned knowingly. I smiled back meekly, knowing how transparent my thoughts were. She bent over the counter as we talked and it took every ounce of fortitude to look her in the eye as we talked and not stare at her delicious cleavage. Her eyes never left mine and I felt like she was daring me to look. I resisted. We discussed next steps and I thought it might be a good idea to hit some showrooms for our next meeting to test out some of our ideas and begin to think about finishes and furniture. I agreed to swing by at ten next Thursday and take her on a whirlwind tour of some of New York's most exciting showrooms. Anika was thrilled at the idea and we parted with thank yous and cordial good byes. The following week couldn't come too soon as far as I was concerned. WEEK 4 Aaron was home that weekend and gave me a call on Sunday night to check in. "Marcus. The design looks great. Thanks so much. Anika is having a great time. This project has really got her going. I couldn't keep up with her this weekend." "Thanks, Aaron. Well, I'm enjoying it too and Anika has a great eye, so the end product is going to something special. Would you like to get together so I can go over it with you?" I asked. "No need, Marcus. I'm leaving again on Tuesday. Anyway, I trust you. And Anika is all over it, so if she's happy, I'm happy. Keep up the good work." He hung up and I suddenly felt very guilty for the thoughts I'd been having about his wife. I would keep this thing on the up and up from here on out. On Thursday I took a cab down to pick up Anika and we headed over to the Design Center. She looked stunning in a long tight skirt that accentuated her fabulous ass and a small top that hugged her breasts and barely exposed her smooth flat tummy. Her hair was down and she smelled and looked divine. She seemed so adept at walking in heels and they accentuated the line and curve of her body. It was interesting to watch other people as we strolled through the Design Center. Everyone looked at her (I didn't notice anyone checking me out) and some people, women as well as men, just flat out stared. I mentioned this phenomenon to her and she smiled. "I don't even notice it anymore. I guess when you come from a fashion and modeling background, you're so used to people looking at you that it doesn't seem out of the ordinary," she said matter-of-factly. We hit every floor and looked at tile, furniture, kitchen cabinets, carpeting, plumbing fixtures, the works. It was a full morning and we needed a break. We had a few showrooms to hit in Manhattan so I hailed a taxi and had the cabbie drop us in midtown at a little bistro I like for lunch. It was here over a light meal and a bottle of wine that we started to get to know one another beyond the project focus that had characterized our interactions to date. I found out she had grown up in the Ivory Coast, spent her high school years in Paris and then had attended college in North Carolina. Her fascinating accent seemed a blend of all these places. She had moved to New York to do some modeling and had parlayed that into a position with one of the national fashion magazines. She had met Aaron at a charity function sponsored by her magazine and he had zeroed right in on her. While she still did some consulting work here and there, her marriage to a wealthy man was clearly bringing on a new stage of life for her where working could become a matter of choice rather than necessity. Their whirlwind romance had ended up in a third marriage for him and her first. "How is life with Aaron?" I queried. "Oh, it's wonderful in many ways -- the money, the travel, getting to do projects like this one. But he travels an awful lot, so I'm finding I spend a lot of time alone. He was home this weekend and I tried to make up for lost time. But he was tired and jet-lagged and just wanted to vege. I guess I'm getting used to the travel thing and I do get to travel with him some. But thank God for my vibrator." She seemed immediately embarrassed by her admission -- a little wine talking I guess. So she immediately switched subjects. "What about you?" she asked. I gave her the five minute synopsis of my career, marriage and divorce. I had grown up in Westchester, attended school in the city, worked my way up through the ranks of several high profile firms and married the daughter of a well-known and high-powered lawyer. It was with her help that I had started my own firm, but the time pressures of starting a new and very demanding business didn't sync up very well with the demands of a marriage. I had gone through an amicable divorce five years earlier and had played the field since then. "You must have a girlfriend, or girlfriends?" Anika asked. "Well, my business just doesn't leave much time for complicated relationships. I have a few women I see socially, but nothing with any serious strings attached." "I can't believe with all the single women in New York that someone hasn't snagged a talented guy like you." "That's very nice of you to say. I just haven't met the right lady. Guess I'm not as lucky as Aaron," I said. She smiled appreciatively. We continued to talk about our personal lives and I got the impression she was starved for some intimate conversation. I kept staring into her beautiful face and listening to her lyrical voice. Her full, soft lips glistened with lipstick and were driving me crazy. I kept imagining what it would look like to have my cock slipping in and out of her mouth while she looked at me with her big, brown eyes. I tried to keep my thoughts in line, but I couldn't sit so close to Anika without thinking about sex. We finished lunch, hit a few more showrooms and headed south in a cab to drop her off at her loft. I pulled out a couple of brochures in the backseat of the cab to discuss some selections with her. She snuggled up close and I had a hard time concentrating. Her thigh pressed up against mine and I felt her full bosom mash against my arm. Her smell was intoxicating. We finally pulled up in front of her building. "Do you want to come up?" she asked quizzically? She arched her brow and leaned in for an answer. "I really need to get into the office for an hour or two," I replied. "I'll see you next Thursday." She leaned in and gave me a very soft kiss on the lips. It was barely a peck, but the signal it was sending was loud and clear. Her lips were soft and pliant and I got an immediate hard-on. "Thursday, then," she said softly. She strode off toward the lobby. I watched her hips sway and her ass wiggle as she walked away and I realized that our next meeting would be a crossroads. WEEK 5 The next week went by at a snail's pace. I felt like a high school kid looking forward to the big Friday night date. I hadn't been smitten like this in a long time. I worked on the plans and details all week and had a great presentation to show her. I arrived right on time, a tube of drawings under my arm, and I waited for her to let me in. She opened the door and gave me that big beautiful smile of hers. I could hear smooth jazz wafting through the air coming from hidden speakers. Anika: An African Goddess Ch. 02 Set up for this story is Anika: An African Goddess and includes Weeks 1 through 5 - leading up to the events below. Chapter 2: Week 6 In the days that followed my last visit with Anika I found I had a hard time concentrating on all the work I should be doing for my interior design practice. Not only could I not get our last afternoon together out of my mind, I could not stop thinking about our next meeting on Thursday. Myriad images kept creeping into my waking thoughts -- her exotic eyes, her soft breasts, her chocolate skin, her silky pussy. I had even discovered I still had her scent on my fingers the following day. The memory of her beautiful black body splayed out on the granite counter also kept creeping into my mind. We had kept our communication between meetings to a minimum up to now and this week was no exception. Aside from a short e-mail confirming our Thursday rendezvous, I had not heard from Anika. Anika's husband, Aaron, was still out of town, so I was expecting this week's meeting to be even more intense than our last. I had done some refinement to the design of their new loft, but I had a feeling we would not be reviewing drawings of their project at this next meeting. On Thursday I once again taxied my way down to Tribeca and found myself standing outside her door. I knocked as usual and the door slowly opened. Soft music and a wonderful aroma wafted through the doorway. Although it was the middle of the day, I could see candlelight flickering beyond the threshold. I entered and standing behind the door smiling was Anika, looking more beautiful and radiant than I could imagine. "Come in, Marcus. I've been waiting for you," she said seductively. She closed the door, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep soft kiss. She then took my hand and without another word began to lead me toward the back of the loft. I threw my briefcase and roll of drawings onto a chair figuring we might never get around to looking at them today. I looked at her voluptuous profile and the blood began to roil in my veins. Her black skin shone softly in the light. Her hair was down and lay in long wavy rivulets well down past her shoulders. Her lips were ruby red and the whites of her eyes shown brightly against her mahogany skin. She was wearing a slinky red silk robe that was pinched at her slim waist with a matching belt. The swell of her generous natural breasts lifted and separated the front of the robe, exposing the top of her chest and her glorious cleavage. The robe came halfway down her long slender thighs and her tall spiked heels only lengthened and accentuated her fabulous legs. I could see her ass swaying and swiveling against the clinging silk robe as she led me into her inner sanctum. She looked at me with those huge dark eyes and smiled, melting away any inhibitions I might have harbored about desiring one of my best client's beautiful wife. It certainly wasn't bothering her, and it wasn't going to bother me anymore either. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. "Did you miss me this week?" she asked with a smile. "You know I did. And you?" "Marcus, I've been looking forward to your visit all week. I have a few surprises for you," she giggled. "Really? Like what, for instance?" "Oh, you're just going to have to be a patient boy and you'll find out soon enough." We reached her bedroom and she turned to face me. I had been in this room when we originally surveyed the loft. But now I was here under different pretenses and I was cognisant of our surroundings now in a new and different way than before. Her bedroom was very large with tall ceilings. Shades had been pulled down over the huge loft windows to darken the room. Scented candles were everywhere and the New Age music drifted in one ear and out the other, but created a warm and inviting atmosphere. Off to the side French doors were open to the bathroom beyond. I could see the huge tub I had admired on a previous visit and saw that it was full and the water was swirling hotly and silently. Dozens of candles surrounded the tub. "I want you to sit in this chair, Marcus." She directed me to a little sitting area in a corner of the bedroom next to a raging gas fireplace. There were two very comfortable lounge chairs with an ottoman between them. I sat down silently and watched her slink about the room. She moved like a cat and with a grace that could have only been learned during her years modeling. But today's show was a very private one. She walked into the bathroom for a minute. I watched her walk with her round ass undulating under her silk robe. As she returned I admired the front view, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly as they strained against the sheer fabric. I was in awe. She walked over and stood on the other side of the ottoman, a few feet away. I gazed into her eyes as she looked at me with a very subtle smile and began to undo the belt of her robe. The robe fell open and I could see the long swath of black skin extending from her neck down between her breasts, past her smooth flat stomach and terminating at a red silk thong that hugged her mons. She reached up and removed the robe very slowly, her glorious breasts coming into view for the first time. She slid the robe down her long arms and let it fall at her feet on the thick carpet. "My God, Anika. You're a vision of beauty." She smiled as she stood before me and rubbed her hands over her body. She lightly caressed her nipples and I could see them harden and distend under her soft touch. Her beautiful manicure contrasted against the smooth skin of her gorgeous round breasts. She rubbed her stomach and stretched her palm down to cup the protruding mound of her pussy. The silk panties clung to every nuance of her labia and I could barely make out the crease between her lips. She gently stoked herself and pushed the silk into her crease. "Marcus, I want you to unzip your trousers and pull out your cock." I was fully erect and my cock was straining the fabric of my pants as I sat slouched in the chair. I pulled down my zipper and reached in to free my erection. I leaned back in the chair and looked down at myself -- very properly attired for a client meeting, tie still knotted tightly, except now my bulging cock was rising hard and tall through the opening in my trousers. "That's soooo nice," Anika hissed as she gazed at my fully exposed length. "Look what you do to me, Anika. I've been here five minutes and you already have me hard as a rock." "I'm so glad I excite you." She stared at my engorged cock as she swayed to the music. Then she sat down on the ottoman directly in front of me, spread her legs and leaned back on her left elbow. Her right hand came forward and rubbed her silk clad pussy. She stared into my eyes as she pulled on the top of her thong to accentuate the puffy labia underneath. Then she slowly pulled it out and tucked it to the side and exposed her wonderful pussy. It was open like a black flower and glistened with her natural juices. She dipped her middle finger in then brought it to her mouth and sucked her finger while looking at me with a faint smile. My cock twitched at the sight and she stifled a little giggle. She brought her legs together and up over her head as she slid the thong down her long sleek legs. I loved this view of her pussy from behind and underneath, bulbous and slick at the apex of her thighs. She dropped her legs down, scooted back onto the other lounge chair and put her heels on the ottoman, spreading her long lean legs wide and opening herself up fully to me. Her pussy was fully shaved and the skin around it looked soft and smooth. Her labia were very large and engorged from her own excitement. The skin around her pussy was pliant and supple as she moved her fingers over her wetness. Her inner lips were even darker than her skin and shone with lubrication. As she rubbed herself she looked back and forth between my dick and my eyes. She had her ass perched on the edge of her chair, her head slightly propped up against the back and her heeled feet planted firmly on the ottoman, her slender thighs spread wide. With both hands extended down to her pussy, her breasts were encased between her upper arms, compressing their suppleness into two large round orbs. As she continued to rub and finger herself, she rocked back and forth and her boobs bobbled this way and that, not part of the direct action between her legs, but enjoying the ride. It was an incredibly provocative sight. "Stand up, Marcus," she demanded. I obeyed. She looked at my extended manhood protruding proudly from my trousers. "Mmmmm. Nice dick, baby. Take your clothes off. I need to see all of you," she demanded. "Please?" she added sweetly. I stood up and disrobed quickly and completely. My cock sprang forth with a stiff bounce; cantilevered at an upward angle from my groin. "Oh Marcus. I love your big stiff cock. You need to come closer, sweetie." "More than happy to oblige." I slid across the ottoman and kneeled down between her legs, my face no more than eighteen inches from her glorious pussy. Her labia were puffy and distended from her arousal and the entire area between her legs glistened with her natural lubrication. She spread her lips for me so I could see the pearl of her dark chocolate clit. It stood out from under its hood and protruded forth between her fingers. A few drops of white milky cum were pooled at the bottom of her slit. She looked at me with lowered lids, then arched her back, pushing her mound forward, accentuating her exquisite pussy. "Suck me, Marcus." I reached under to support her clenched ass with my hands, then leaned in, stuck out my tongue and licked the white liquid at the base of her labia. I slowly licked my way up her pussy lips, sliding my tongue between her inner and outer lips. I licked up and over the top, avoiding her clit, then slid my tongue all the way down and licked her anus. She bucked her bottom and arched her back to lift her crotch up to my mouth. She moaned and cooed her approval. I circled back up to the top of her soaking wet slit and gently sucked her clit into my mouth, circling my tongue around her bundle of nerves. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me in hard. She began to grind her pussy full bore against my mouth and entire face. I slid the ring and middle finger of my right hand all the way into her wetness. I crooked my fingers forward and began to stroke the inside front wall of her vagina, caressing her G-spot. My left hand wanted to join the party, so I slid my left thumb into her anus, sliding it in easily with all the juices that had traveled south between her ass cheeks. Anika moaned and ground her pussy into my face. "Oh Marcus. Yeah. Eat my pussy baby." The next few minutes were a cacophony of the senses: the visual of Anika arching her back and feeding her pussy to my hungry mouth, the aroma of her arousal smelling like an exotic garden, the sound of her erratic breathing and guttural moans coupled with the squishy wet sounds of intense cunnilingus, the taste of her tangy sex overwhelming my palette, and the slick lubricated feel of the innermost canals of her pussy. I was in heaven. And Anika was too, gauging from her reaction to my assault. I flicked my tongue madly and sucked on her clit as she ground her soaking wet pussy into my face. Her breathing became more erratic as she bucked and gyrated her hips wildly. I could tell she was on the verge of coming, when all of a sudden her body became rigid, she stopped breathing and she was wracked with a spasm. Her right leg thrust out like she was kicking a field goal. Her muscles contracted around my fingers; the sphincter of her anus crushed my thumb like a vice. As her orgasm subsided she let her butt down onto the chair. Her pussy was still fully open and looked like a beautiful black orchid, in full bloom and wet with dew. Her pussy continued to spasm slightly and I just enjoyed the view as I watched her slowly regain her composure. She didn't say a thing, but her gaze spoke volumes. She leaned in for a kiss and tasted her own juices on my lips and my face. I was covered in her sex and I loved it. She finally stood up and hovered over me as I was still on my knees. I gave her pussy a few quick licks. "Okay, Marcus. Time for your next surprise. Come along." She reached down, took my hand and led me toward the bathroom. This was no ordinary bathroom. It was tiled in tumbled limestone on every surface but the ceiling. It was huge, with tall ceilings, long mirrors and a huge whirlpool tub, which was whirring and spinning as we entered. Anika stopped in front of the mirror and I stepped up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, snuggled my erection against the cheeks of her luscious ass and looked at us in the mirror. The site of my white arms embracing this black goddess was a beautiful vision. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ears. She sighed and turned to face me, taking both my hands and leading me toward the tub. "Why don't you open that bottle of champagne and then get in the tub and make yourself comfortable. I need to tie up my hair." I retrieved a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon from the ice bucket, popped the cork and filled two crystal glasses that sat tub side. I then nestled into the tub, the hot water churning around me. I settled my head against the headrest at one end, took a deep sigh and watched Anika prepare herself. I couldn't believe that this lithe busty beauty would be joining me in a few moments. She tied her hair up on top of her head, turned toward the tub and came walking toward me, her breasts bouncing and swaying with her stride. She climbed into the tub and nestled up between my legs, grabbing my cock as she settled in. "Mmmmm. Where is that big cock of yours hiding?" she grinned. She looked into my eyes and began to rub me with long slow strokes. I just lay back and let her hands work their magic. Her hand circled down from my shaft to my balls and she began to knead them very softly. Then her hand began to probe my anus. I lifted my butt off the floor of the tub as she explored my ass. Her touch caused me to lift up further and my erection broke the surface of the water, looking like a periscope coming up for a look around. Anika giggled. With one finger snug in my butt she began to stroke my cock up and down, looking at my huge erection with a big smile on her face. I was hard as granite and her touch was electrifying. She extracted her finger from my ass, put one hand under each butt cheek and lifted my hips up so my stiff cock was at face level. She began to lick my shaft in long slow strokes, lapping the sensitive bottom ridge and paying particular attention to the under side of the knob. The contrast of my veined white cock against her silky black skin was intensely erotic. The edge of the tub was full of lotions and oils. She grabbed a bottle, poured a bit of lotion between her tits and rubbed it in. She grabbed my hovering cock and slipped it between her supple breasts. She used her two hands to squeeze them together while I began to rock up and down, my stiff, and now very lubricated, cock sliding sleekly between her pendulous breasts. With each upward stroke the head of my cock would emerge from between her chocolate brown globes. She began to bob down and pop the tip into her mouth, or lick it with her long tongue. Once or twice she took several inches between her soft red lips. The feeling was wonderful. She let go of her breasts and my cock sprang free again. She pulled my hips back up out of the water and reengaged her mouth and my dick. Her full lips felt so soft on my hard cock. She slipped the head into her mouth and began to slide down the shaft, slowly sucking me and looking into my eyes while she did. She pulled off, turned her head sideways and wrapped her big lips around the underside of my shaft, holding my cock gently in her hand. She slid her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue on the sensitive ridge on the bottom. She gently kneaded my balls with her other hand. This girl had no doubt sucked a few cocks in her day. "Oh, Anika. Don't stop, baby." She kept up the lip and tongue swirl and then stopped abruptly and looked at me with a smile. She grabbed her glass of champagne, ostensibly to take a swig, but instead poured a little waterfall onto my cock. Then she opened her mouth and licked the champagne from my dick. "Damn, Anika. That feels soooo fucking good." "Glad you like it, babe. I love your cock." She started to suck me with long slurpy strokes, going a little deeper each time. Then she'd duck underneath to slather my balls with the tip of her tongue, gently taking a ball into her mouth and letting it slowly ease out. Back to the shaft where she began to suck in long deep strokes. I supported myself now, back against the tub, feet on the tub, my pelvis raised high above the water, Anika on her knees between my thighs. She used both her hands to stroke and fondle while she sucked with abandon. Her soft lips never let her teeth anywhere near my sensitive glans. I felt the rush of impending orgasm and told her I was going to come. She sucked and stroked with an end in sight now and I screamed out her name as spurt after spurt of semen exploded deep into her throat. She gagged just slightly, but took every drop and continued to lick and suck my cock as my orgasm subsided. "Oh, Anika baby. That was so good. Thank you." "You're welcome. Now let's clean up because I have another surprise for you." This girl was too much. We caressed each other for the next ten minutes, lathering exotic soaps and oils on one another and admiring each other's body. She lifted her pelvis above the water line so I could tenderly administer some oil. I fingered her gently and gazed at her smooth perfectly groomed pussy. We slowly stood up, a little dizzy from the hot water, and stepped out of the tub. She had large soft cotton towels that we used to dry one another off. Even though I'd just blown a huge load into her mouth, I was still tumescent and she gingerly dried me off and gave my dick little kisses. I gently dried her breasts and incredible nipples. Her bountiful booty was a particular pleasure to caress. "Ready for another surprise?" Anika asked. She donned her silky robe and put on her heels. I remained buck naked, my dick bobbing around at half-mast. "You are full of them this afternoon. Lead on." "Grab the champagne and follow me." I'd follow that beautiful body anywhere. I grabbed the Dom, the two glasses and followed her swaying ass across the bedroom. She reached a door off the bedroom, started to twist the door knob and turned to smile at me. On our tour of her loft she'd previously told me it was a utility room, so I had not looked in there. She smiled. "Ready?" "Absolutely." She opened the door, we entered and she turned on the lights. The room was about 12' by 16' and in the middle running from floor to ceiling was a bright brass pole. It was ringed on the ceiling by a series of sparkling track lights. Along the long wall was a full length mirror. The pole sat on a round circle of wood flooring about eight feet across. The rest of the floor and walls were carpeted. Sitting on the wood floor next to the brass pole was a single wood chair with no arms. Anika walked over to a cabinet and turned on a sound system. A pounding bass filled the room and I smiled at her. "I had this installed three months ago. A good friend of mine works in a strip club and has been teaching me some moves." She looked at me quizzically. "I thought you might like it." "Well I guess I'm going to have see some of these so-called moves before I render an opinion on that one." Anika: An African Goddess Ch. 02 I sat down on the chair and told her I was ready for the show. The chair was about three feet from the pole. It was angled slightly from the long wall so I could watch the show in front of me, but also see our reflection without turning my head. Anika strode my way and leaned against the pole directly in front of me. "Am I going to need some dollar bills?" I queried. "I don't know where you could possibly be hiding them at the present moment," she joked. She looked at my semi-erect dick and smiled. "Put it on my tab," I exclaimed. She began to caress her body through her silk robe. The robe began to open on its own accord and she quickly removed it and kicked it off the wood flooring. There she stood in all her glorious radiance, naked except for a slender pair of four inch heels. Her dark brown body shone under the bright lights. She leaned back against the pole and began to gyrate to the music, moving her hands all over her body. She squeezed her huge breasts, pulling them up high and then letting them go. They bounced back to rest against her ribcage. She put her hand between her legs and cupped her mound. I saw a finger disappear into the folds of her slit. She moaned, barely audible over the pulsing beat. She put both hands above her head, held the pole and began to shake and roll her body to the music. She had a great sense of rhythm and she worked her body to the beat. She thrust her pelvis back and forth, her whole body following suit. Then she turned her back to me, grabbed the pole with both hands and thrust her ass out toward my face. She spread her legs some and began to shake her ass to the music. I could see her labia gaping and gyrating with her hip movements. Her inner lips protruded seductively from her pussy, like low-hanging fruit: sweet, juicy and ripe. My cock was at full attention. She spun to the other side of the pole, grabbed it with both hands and began to hump the pole, slowly sliding up and down. At one point she leaned her pussy into the brass. It divided her labia as her lips grabbed and pulled on the brass. I could see her reflection in the mirror, her buttocks clenching with each pass. It was a very erotic sight. "You're going to make that pole very slippery," I noted. Anika smiled. She spun again so she was facing away from me and began to shake her sweetly shaped ass in my face. Her cheeks bounced evocatively and the starfish of her anus sat seductively above her bulging labia. "You know I have a pole too, Anika," I said with a straight face. "So I see." She pushed back a little further and began to rub my erection with her ass. Up and down she slid, as I enjoyed her bareback lap dance. Her hips swivled evocatively in time to the music and I could see some of her juices begin to glisten on my raging hard-on. "My pole may not be brass, but it's pretty damn hard." "It certainly is," she answered. She lifted up off my lap and stuck her ass into my face. I licked it hungrily and reached up and through her legs to cup her mound. She was getting very wet. "And one advantage of your pole, Marcus, is that I can stick it in my pussy." She then lowered herself down straight onto my cock, sliding slowly down to the hilt in one long slow creamy move. I moaned, as did she. With my cock fully submerged in the depths of her body, she ground into me and clenched the muscles deep inside her vagina. She lifted up slowly, almost releasing my cock from her confines, then slammed down all the way. She grunted loudly as she began the ascent again, using the pole, the brass one, for leverage. I reached around to cup and fondle her hanging breasts. They were so full and felt so good to squeeze and caress. I cradled one in each hand and felt their supple weight. I pinched her nipples as she began a slow up and down rhythm -- a nice, slow, deep fuck. Suddenly she pulled up and off, spun around again and straddled my lap, grabbing my glistening rod and pulling it to her opening. "I want to look at you while I fuck you," she seethed. She grabbed the back of the chair for support and dropped down onto my cock again. I slipped right into her soaking wet canal. She leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were so full and soft and kissable. Her tongue sought out mine and we French kissed deeply while she rode my cock in a sultry back and forth humping motion. I looked again in the mirror and marveled at the sight of her round booty gyrating slowly and seductively against my body. "Fuck. You feel so good inside me Marcus. I need your cock." I pulled her in closely, put my hands around her back and hugged her hard, feeling her cunt open and fully absorb my raging cock. I felt as close to her as I could possibly feel. I licked her earlobe and whispered sweet nothings. "I love having my hard cock deep inside your pussy." "I want you to leave it there. I don't want you to go." "Believe me, I'm not going anywhere at the moment. And besides, I'll be back next week for another meeting." Anika grimaced. "Actually, Aaron is coming home tomorrow and will be home for several weeks. So he will probably be joining us at our next few meetings," she said rather sadly. "Oh. I see. Well, in that case, we're going to have to make the most of this afternoon." I paused. "I want you to stand up and grab the pole again." Anika slowly dislodged my member from her depths and slipped off my lap. She turned back to the pole, grabbed it, spread her legs slightly and bent over. I stood up also and guided my stiff dick between her legs, sliding it back and along the length of her wet slit before driving it home. "Oh fuck!" Anika grunted. I grabbed her hips and began to slide in and out of her wet chasm. I built up a steady rhythm and began to fuck her hard. "Slap my ass," she yelled. And I did. I hit her hard and the smack elicited a hiss from her. I smacked her ass again, this time the other side, and she hissed again. I gave her a few more good hard smacks, then hunched over her so I could reach my hand around her rub her clit. She started to pant hard. "Fuck me, Marcus! Fuck me hard! Ram that cock home! Faster!" she yelled. The loud slapping of our bodies ramming together jived with the pulsating rhythm of the music. I fucked her hard. That's how she wanted it; that's how I gave it to her. We were grunting and sweating and panting and....fucking. Fucking like there was no tomorrow. I looked at our writhing bodies in the mirror. We both glistened with sweat and looked like two animals in heat -- a whirl of black and white and brass. I could see her dangling breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. I could also feel the emergence of a gigantic load rumbling deep in my loins. "I'm going to come in your sweet pussy, Anika!" I panted. "Come inside me, Marcus. I want your come deep inside my pussy. FUCK ME!" she screamed. And with that I felt her whole body contract and spasm as I sent a stream of come deep into body. Only her vice-like grip on the pole kept her from collapsing. I held onto her bouncing hips for dear life. I elicited some sort of growling, whirling scream -- a sound I don't think I'd ever made before. Our bodies wracked together in declining spasms as the peak of our mutual orgasm subsided and we were left hanging onto a lone brass pole for dear life. "Don't let go, Anika, or we both might die." She laughed and began to catch her breath. I lowered myself back onto the chair and pulled her with me. She sat on my lap, her long lithe thighs draped over mine, and sunk back onto my chest. I reached around to fondle her glorious tits. I just could not keep my hands off them. "Well, Anika, thank you for sharing this room with me. You conveniently forgot to show this to me when we toured your loft for the program. I don't believe we have a brass pole room in the new place." She smiled demurely. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I was, well, embarrassed to show this to you at the time. But is there any way we could work one into the new place?" I pondered this question and the implications. "I guess so. I'll have to take a look." I paused. "I guess I can chalk up this afternoon to design research." She grinned. "Well you got the hang of it pretty good, I'd say." "When did you have this installed?" I asked "Earlier this year. I thought Aaron would enjoy it, but he's been here so little and when he is....." She looked away. "Well, let's just say it's been underutilized. Until today." We sat cuddled together on the chair. As I continued to enjoy this quiet time and the gently caressing of her lovely body, she turned her head to whisper in my ear. "Marcus. I have one more surprise for you, baby. Actually, it's not so much a surprise as a request. Pretty please?" "Well I haven't turned you down yet today. So I'll take a stab and say yes, to whatever your request is." She smiled sweetly. "What is it, exactly?" I asked. I may have gotten myself into trouble here. "Let me ask first if you can stay for a few more hours?" "I don't know Anika. We haven't even looked at the plans this afternoon, and I do have other projects that need attention. You are sapping all my physical and mental energies at the moment. Not that I mind -- far from it. But, well, why don't you tell me what you have in mind." "Okay. We're going to go into the bedroom and take a short nap. I'll set the alarm. Then I'm going to wake you up slowly with a nice wet blowjob, get you nice and hard. Then I'm going to pour hot oil all over your hard cock and all over myself. And then...." She paused and put her lips right next to my ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me in the ass." She kissed my ear, my hand trailed down to her pussy, still wet from our intense fuck. My finger trailed along the ridges of her labia, collecting the dew. I circled her clit and she moaned in my ear. "Please, Marcus?" "Lead the way." I followed her swiveling ass as we made our way to the bedroom. Anika: An African Goddess "It's Thursday and Marcus is here. I'm so excited to see what you've done. Come in." She was wearing a short silky black dress that came halfway down her long sleek thighs. The elastic top hugged her breasts and accentuated the chasm of her cleavage. Her smooth bare shoulders looked ravishing. Her hair was down and full and she wore a stunning red lipstick. Her heels were slender and very sexy, held on by a thin strap that wrapped around her ankle. The dress was short, but full and it swayed and swished as she walked. She had one of those bodies that seemed to have lots of moving parts. I just stared. She certainly wasn't wearing a bra and I found myself wondering if she was wearing panties. "Anika, you look great. Wow." That was all I could muster. "Thank you, Marcus. Now come on in here and show me what you've been working on. I can't wait to see what you've done," she said enthusiastically. We set up at the huge granite island as we had before. I perched on a stool, rolled out the plans and began to describe the changes and refinements I had made since we had last looked at the plans. Anika stood close by looking at the drawings, leaning on the counter and making comments. Her perfume was fogging my mind and her proximity was clouding my judgment. She suggested a change and I grabbed my roll of trace and began to sketch. "I love it when you draw. It's so sexy," she cooed. I had never thought of sketching with a pen as sexy, but Anika sure seemed to get off on it. She was leaning in on my left as I drew and I suddenly felt her hand rest lightly on my left thigh. Just that soft touch got me very excited. I was sitting in a weird position, so as my erection grew it snaked down my pants leg and formed a noticeable bulge on the inside of my left thigh. I kept drawing but was having a hard time concentrating. Her hand moved up and down the top of my thigh very slowly, her fingertips barley brushing my leg, but avoiding my growing erection. I could feel her looking at me to see if she was getting a reaction. "You know, I need all my blood flowing to my brain when I'm working and at the moment it's flowing somewhere else." I looked into her eyes. She looked down at the bulge crunched into my pant leg and giggled. "Marcus, that looks very uncomfortable. We will have to take care of that." I turned to look at her. "Anika, I can't do this. You're a client. You're married. I never mess with clients -- too complicated." I so wanted her to disagree. She looked at me squarely. "Well, the way I see it is, the client is always right; I'm your client, so anything I say has to be right. Besides, I'm just trying to make you more comfortable, Marcus." She looked down at the bulge in my pants. "What time to do you have to be back at the office?" "In a couple hours," I stammered. She handed me her phone. "Call your secretary and tell her you've run into some problems on this job and need to take the afternoon to deal with them." I balked. "Go on. Call them." She looked at me sternly and I took the phone. As I dialed the number she reached down and gently cupped my erection with one hand while she reached for my belt buckle with the other and began to undo it. As I waited for my receptionist to answer she unzipped my fly. I was so fucking hard and my erection was still stuck down the leg of my pants. Alice, the receptionist, answered the phone. "Alice. This is Marcus." Anika started to pull my trousers down, unleashing my erection from its linen prison. I lifted my butt off the stool so she could pull them off. "Listen, I've got to deal with a few issues over at Aaron and Anika's place and I won't be in until late afternoon." My cock was sticking out the end of my silk boxers and Anika stifled a giggle. "I was supposed to meet with Phil this afternoon. Just tell him I'll call him later." Anika slid my boxers off and my cock sprang into full mast. She sank to a crouch, grabbed my shaft and looked up into my eyes. She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the knob of my fully erect cock, swirling her tongue all around the tip. I let out a little groan and Alice asked if something was wrong. "No Alice, I'm fine. Just trying to figure out what I'm going to do here." I had to end this conversation fast. Anika slid her wet warm mouth over and down my cock, taking me deep. "Alice, I gotta go. I'll call later." Click. "Anika, you are a very bad girl," I said. I looked down at this exotic black beauty. My cock was in her mouth, stretching her red lips, just as I had fantasized. Her big eyes looked directly into mine. She took me deep again and cupped my balls with her two hands. She let my cock spring out of her mouth with a popping sound. She stroked my cock with one hand as she lowered her mouth to my balls and began to lick them -- first one, then the other -- softly bringing each ball sac into her succulent mouth. She came back up to lick my shaft from the base to the knob, staring into my eyes while she worked on me. "Oh, Anika...baby. That feels so good. You are so fucking sexy. Yeah. Lick my cock baby." The sight of my thick white cock sliding in and out of her beautiful black face was a fantasy coming true. She went back to pumping my cock in and out of her mouth while she kept looking up into my eyes. I felt one of her fingers begin to stroke my asshole while the other one gently massaged my balls. The noises she was making were incredible. The wet slurping sounds of my cock going in and out of her mouth combined with her moans and heavy breathing were driving me wild. I was going to blow if I let her keep up the pace and there was too much territory to cover before I came. I told Anika to stop -- that I needed to look at her. "Do you feel better now, Marcus?" she said devilishly. "I love your big cock. What would you like me to do?" "Stand up and take your clothes off. I need to see that fabulous body." She pulled back, stood up, and stepped a few feet away, never letting her eyes leave mine. As she stood back I removed the rest of my clothes. She looked at my cock hungrily. I may be in my late forties, but my body is still in good shape, slender and tight. I keep my cock well-groomed and, when erect, it sits at a proud 20 degrees above horizontal, making it look like it's straining for attention. Anika certainly noticed. She stood back from me and began to dance seductively to the music. She turned around and then slowly started lifting the hem of her dress up her thighs. She pulled the dress above her ass and looked at me and smiled. She began to rock to the music, undulating her butt like it was on a swivel. She was flexible and fluid in her movements. She leaned forward and the tiny thong she was wearing slid into the gap of her pussy. Her ass cheeks bounced imperceptibly as she gyrated to the music. She slowly lowered the thin straps of her thong over her generous bottom, never missing a beat. Her thong finally slid down her legs, she stepped out of this insignificant little piece of material and she bent over to expose her pussy to me. She reached her hand through and began to rub her fingers up and down her slit, opening her full lips for my viewing pleasure. The flesh of her pussy was full and loose and moved fluidly as she rubbed herself. The dark chocolate crevice of her pussy glistened with wetness. She inserted her middle finger all the way in and let out a little groan. Then she stood up, crossed her arms and lifted the dress up over her head and threw it onto the counter. Her full brown body was naked except for her spiked heels. She looked at me again over her shoulder, reached behind and squeezed her buttocks in her hands, spreading her cheeks, smiling sweetly. Her pussy lips gaped from between her slightly spread thighs. Turning, she put three fingers of each hand over her nipples and faced me. She moved her hands around, squeezing her full succulent breasts, and then raised her hands up over her head as her breasts bounced to their normal resting place on her ribcage. Her breasts were magnificent -- full, soft and round, with large aureole that beckoned to be suckled. Their dark brown color contrasted subtly with the rich mahogany skin of her breasts. They had to be two inches in diameter and each was crowned with a large, erect nipple. She twisted back and forth slowly, allowing her breasts to sway freely, trying to catch up to the movement of her body. She kept her steady gaze on me as I absorbed the sight of this exquisite creature. "Do you like my body, Marcus? Do you want me?" she whispered. That question didn't deserve an answer. "Come over here, Anika." She sauntered over slowly, her tits bouncing and jiggling with her approach. I was still perched on the stool. We were both completely naked except for her heels. I spread my thighs and let her scoot between me and the counter. Her back was to the counter, I faced her, legs spread, cock hard. I rested my hands on her hips. "Kiss me," I said. We were both incredibly turned on, but we resisted the immediate urge to grab one another. We kissed -- very gently at first. Her lips were soft and wet. She was a wonderful kisser and we ignored our hands for the moment and put all our concentration on our lips meeting. We even avoided tongues and relished the conjoining of only our lips. It was sexy and slow and seductive. She put her hands on my shoulders; I rested my hands on her hips. As we kissed our breathing slowly increased and our hunger for one another continued to build. I began to run my hands slowly and lightly up and down her body -- behind to her round ass, up to her full bosom, barely grazing her nipples, down her hips and along the outside of her thighs. She touched me in the same manner -- down my chest, parting to follow the insides of my thighs, up the outside of my body, all the way to my head and neck. We continued to kiss, but now our tongues began to get into the action -- licking, probing, exploring. I pulled away from her mouth and began to kiss my way along her languid neck and up toward her left ear. Some women don't like their ears kissed; some are too sensitive. Anika, however, loved it. I kissed around the edges and gently probed her ear with my tongue. She responded by moaning and squeezing the inside of my thighs. We were ratcheting up the heat and my cock stood high and hard between us, ignored for the moment. We began to kiss again, but now more passionately. Our tongues probed each other as we French kissed very deeply. I began to massage her sweet, supple ass -- kneading the fleshy globes of her buttocks. She reached down and finally touched my frozen cock. She kept her grip soft and light, teasing me and stroking me with her whole hand, up and down. She moaned softly. We'd been silent during this build-up, but I needed to connect vocally. "I need you, Anika. I need your pussy. I need to kiss your other lips." "Ummmm. I need your hard cock, Marcus. I'm going to need it in my pussy, very soon." "Later. Get up on the counter," I demanded. She put both hands on the granite and pushed her butt up and onto the edge of the counter. I pulled two stools up, one to either side of the one I was sitting on. I grabbed a few small throw pillows from the sofa and gave them to her to make things a little more comfortable. She leaned back on her elbows and looked at me straight on. She spread her legs and put one heel on each stool, completely opening and exposing her gorgeous pussy to my view. Her pussy was a thing of beauty. Her mound, her Mons Venus, was round and pronounced. She was completely shaved, either from a fresh razor or a wax job. I couldn't tell, but I didn't care. It was smooth and delectable. Her outer labia were swollen and glistened with her juices. Her lips, outer and inner, were as black as the rest of her skin. They were full and puckered and very wet. She separated her knees more and really opened up her pussy for my enjoyment. Deep within her innermost lips was a pink opening, beckoning for me. "What better place to feast on your glorious pussy than your own kitchen counter." I leaned in slowly and gently blew on her pussy opening. She squirmed and let out a little gasp. I puckered my lips and gently moved my mouth to cover her opening. I kissed with my lips and then my tongue licked along her labia. I licked, kissed, then sucked, over and over again. I probed her loose wet lips and began to flick my tongue here and there, avoiding her clit for the moment, but she knew where I was headed. Her body reacted with little spasms and verbal coos. I reached my hands under her ass and pulled her pelvis toward my face. She placed her hands on my head and pulled me into the open wet gash of her pussy. She tasted like warm pie, sweet and juicy. I finally focused my efforts on her clit, first gently flicking it with my tongue and then, slowly, pulling it into my lips to suck and tongue it with more urgency. I pulled her ass toward me; she ground her cunt into my face with abandon. She moaned deeply and her breathing was becoming erratic and loud. "Lick me, Marcus! Suck my pussy! Suck me!" She pushed her heels down onto the stools on either side of me and raised her ass off the counter, arching her back to meet my flailing mouth and tongue. She had an intense look on her face and her legs were spread wide to me. I slid two fingers from my right hand into her pussy and hooked my fingers forward to search for her g-spot. I wiggled my fingers while I licked her like a madman. Her juices were dripping down from her pussy to her ass. The counter was wet from her liquid. I slid my left thumb up to her ass and slowly inserted it into her puckered opening. Now I worked it -- my lips, my tongue, two fingers from my right hand, the thumb of left. I was going for broke and I could tell she was reaching the point of no return. She was bucking her hips to meet my mouth as I licked and sucked in a frenzy. My face was soaked -- from my sweat and her pussy juice. "Oh shit, Marcus! Don't stop! Fuck! Don't stop! Oh fuck! Unnnnnh! Fuck! Oh FUCK!!" I could feel the wave of pulsation overcome her as she had a gushing orgasm, highlighted by the spasming of her whole lower body. I felt it with my fingers and tasted it with my mouth. Her breathing was erratic. As her orgasm subsided, she let her ass down onto the counter, already slippery with her juices. "Oh, Marcus. Oh my God. That was wonderful." She began to catch her breath. "I need you in me now," she seethed. I stood up, pushed her back on the wet granite surface and climbed onto the counter. My cock was rock hard and Anika reached for it. I slid all the way up her body and straddled her so my cock was bobbing above her face. She hungrily took me in her mouth and sucked with abandon. I slid in and out of her mouth, watching her full, wet lips stretch with each thrust. I was just getting primed. I pulled out and slid back down and climbed between her legs. I kneeled up straight and looked down at her body, spread-eagled below me, her pussy soaking wet and wide open; beckoning for me to fill her up. "Marcus, don't tease me. I need you to fuck me now!" I was happy to oblige. The counter was hard for both of us, but neither of us noticed at the moment. I positioned myself with my cock rubbing along her stomach. She grabbed it and pulled it toward her cunt. I slipped in the knob and began to buck in and out, but only with an inch or two. Anika reached around and grabbed my butt cheeks, urging me to go deep. I took my time, stroking in a little deeper with each thrust. Finally I shoved it home. Anika let out a startled cry and spread her legs wide. I began to fuck her in a furious frenzy. The only cushioning we had were the soft fleshy globes of her round butt and a few errant pillows. I pushed up with my arms straight and my knees planted firmly between Anika's thighs. Now I could look down at her from above. I watched my cock disappearing deep into the folds of her pussy. And I admired the bounce of her perfectly round breasts as they jiggled wildly with each thrust. I fucked her hard, unrelenting, sweating, thrusting deeply -- we were both grunting like animals, lost in that intense moment when fucking reaches a peak. While I wanted to fuck her in every position I knew, I was so into controlling the missionary rhythm that I was ready and willing to cum now and explore other variations later. And I now knew that there would be a later, and a next week, and a week after that. "Cum in me, Marcus. Cum in me!!" Anika screamed. I pumped her as hard and fast as I was able. The sounds of our wet flesh slapping and slamming together echoed off the cold hard granite. I felt a tingle deep in my balls and knew I was going to explode in her cunt within moments. "Here I cum, Anika! I'm fucking you!" I screamed. Three hard thrusts and three huge spasms of cum shot deep into her womb. Anika cried out and pulled me in as deep as I could go, wrapping her long legs around me and pulling me in to her depths. We were a sweaty mess, sliding around in a pool of cum and sex on the slick granite surface. Maybe not the most comfortable sex either of us had ever experienced, but surely some of the most intense. I slid down and kissed her deeply. She reciprocated and I proceeded to kiss down her neck to her breasts and nipples. I pushed back and off the counter and sat back down on the stool. I looked at Anika lying with her legs spread on the counter, her wet black pussy open and engorged from a deep fuck. She leaned up on one elbow and looked at me. "I think we need to take a bath," she said with a big grin on her face. "Anika, I need to get back to the office. I shouldn't have done this. I feel ... terrible." "Oh don't give me any of that shit, Marcus. I wanted to fuck you and you wanted to fuck me and we just had fantastic sex. Now give it a rest and come into the bath with me. We can talk about the project if that makes you feel any better. Let's go talk about plumbing fixtures." She did have a point. And looking at her incredible body and exotic beauty, there was no doubt that I wanted to fuck her again. She grabbed my semi-limp cock and pulled me toward her boudoir. We never made it to the bathroom. We collapsed on the bed, snuggled up together, and fell asleep. When I woke up it was already well past five. "Shit, Anika. I have to go." I leaped up. She protested, but I knew we'd get together again soon. I dressed quickly, grabbed my drawings, and headed for the door. Anika remained naked and in her glory. She was meant to be naked. I stopped to give her a deep, wet kiss. I squeezed her ass and slipped out the door. "Next Thursday?" "See you then. Bye, baby."