1 comments/ 62895 views/ 26 favorites Ebony Sales Woman By: Momstheboss I was sitting watching TV and it was closing on noon and I was thinking about what to eat for lunch. The doorbell rang and I got up, irritated a bit, to answer the door. When I open the door a rather tall, attractive black woman was standing there with a vacuum cleaner in her hand. My first instinct was to close the door. I was trying hard not to be the cranky old man my wife told me I was, so I opened the door wider and was instantly met with a sales pitch. “Good day, sir!” She began. “Can I take a few minutes of your time to show you our company’s new vacuum cleaner? I………” “Miss, stop please!” I cut her off. “I’m not interested in buying a vacuum cleaner not today not ever!” “But sir, it will only take up a few minutes of your time.” And……….” “I’m sorry!” I said, cutting her off short again. “You’re just be wasting your time.” “Please sir, it’s my first day. It would do me a great deal of credit if I could just come into the house. I’ll be able to put your name down and show my boss I’ve had been showing the new machine.” She said, with a pleading tone. I noted her cream-colored skirt, tight-fitting white blouse and long legs and figured my lunch could wait. I stepped back to allow the woman to come into the living room. I’m a dirty old man, I suppose, because my gaze went directly to her ample, broad posterior. I’m 5’9” and figured her to be 5’11” and her bubbled ass was well proportioned to her size. “My name is Cynthia.” she told me. “May I ask yours, sir?” “I’m Don.” I replied. “Don Sampson.” “Well, this is our new millennia vacuum cleaner. It comes with 15 attachments and with those attachments it will clean every nook and cranny in your house.” She started her sales pitch again, pulling the cord from the vacuum and looking around for an outlet. I pointed underneath the TV and sat down in my leather recliner. I smiled when she bent over in front of me to plug the vacuum into the outlet. “You know Cynthia,” I said. “I hope you won’t think I’m being forward but you are a very attractive young woman. How old are you?” “Thank you! I just turned 32.” She replied. “Is the lady of the house at home? She may be very interested in seeing this.” “No. She’s away for a couple of days visiting the kids.” I replied. “It’s just me and this great big lonely house.” The house was only 1200 square feet. “I’ll be right back!” She chirped, moving towards the front door. “I just need to grab a box. It won’t take a moment.” I was regretting letting her in the house, but figured, what else had I to do with my day and she seemed to be a pleasant young lady. She certainly was good-looking. A real treat to look at! Returning to the living room, she spent the next hour and 10 minutes showing me all 15 attachments and what they could all do. After doing so, she asked if she could take a seat on the sofa. So seated, she took out a brown, leather folder. When she opened it up, it contained what looked like order forms. “Tell me, Cynthia,” I queried. “Are you married?” “Yes. I am. Going on nine years.” She replied. “Are you happy?” I queried. “That’s a bit personal isn’t it, Mr. Sampson.” She replied timidly. “Just wanting to get to know you a bit.” I defended. “What does your husband do?” “He’s in the Navy. He’s been out to sea for the month.” She answered and added. “Five more months to go!” She said those last words with a roll her eyes and a tone displaying dismay. “You have any children?” I continued the interrogation. “Not yet! But we’re trying.” “I bet your husband is happy about that.” I observed. “You know what they say about practice. It makes perfect, in y’all’s case, babies!” “Mr. Sampson, you’re embarrassing me.” She said, her tone showing a bit of girlish shyness.” “You are getting ready to tell me about financing and such, I suppose?” Indeed she was. She spent the next 25 minutes going over all of the financing, monthly payments and such. “So, what do you think, Mr. Sampson?” She asked, finishing up her little spiel. “I think you are a very attractive woman, Cynthia. Your long legs are very shapely.” I said, then, asked. “Can I offer you something to drink…….. coffee, Coke or tea?” “I’m not supposed to accept anything like that, but a Coke would be good.” She answered. “I’ve been talking for a long time.” I went to the kitchen, poured a Coke over ice, returned to the living room, handed it to her as she sat on the sofa, and then, disappeared into my bedroom for a few moments. A plan had materialized. Opening the wall safe, I retrieved eight $100 bills. I returned to the living room and placed the neat stack of bills on the coffee table and sat down. Cynthia’s gaze shifted between the money and me “So, you’ve changed your mind. How much are you going to put down, Mr. Sampson?” She asked. “I told you, Miss Cynthia, I am not interested in purchasing a vacuum.” I stated. I watched the girl squirm. She sipped the Coke as her head moved aimlessly, her eyes studying various items in the room. “What is the money for, sir?” She inquired, sheepishly. “For you, dear lady?” I replied, then, asked. “How many of those over priced things have you sold today? You should have something to show for your hard work, to buy you pretty things. And, please, call me Don.” “How much is that……….Don?” She asked, nodding at the table. “$800.” I answered. I could tell her mind was working as she stared at the money. “I couldn’t! I was raised better than that.” She said, confidently at first, and not as much to me but to herself, trying to convince herself not to do anything crazy. Then her confidence faltered. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Sampson, tempting me like this! I don’t need to work, you know.” “I’m just an old guy with money to burn and to much time on his hands.” I defended. “But I’m a black woman and you’re a white man!” She exclaimed, with no follow-up of reasoning. “To me, you’re an attractive woman.” I offered. “You’re unattached, so to speak, with your man out to sea. Truth be known, he’d rather see you with someone like me than some young black whippersnapper. You won’t be disappointed. You’ll find I give more than I take. Does your husband give you oral sex?” “MR. SAMPSON!” She exclaimed with volume, attempting to stand, but dropped heavily, having lost her balance, flopping back on the sofa pillows, giving me a look-see up her skirt. I took instant note of her snow-white panties. “I don’t expect you to return the favor.” I put forward. “I don’t suck no man’s cock!! She stammered, straightening herself, returning to her straight-backed posture. “Aren’t you the lease bit concerned someone may stop by? One of your wife’s friends?” “They hate me and they know she is out of town, anyway.” I saw her mind working as she stared at the money once more. Actually, I don’t think she ever took her eyes of it after learning the amount. “$800 is a lot of money!” She whispered. “It is!” I agreed. “And, I’d be tempted to guess you need your pussy kissed, real bad.” “Your talk has gotten me a bit damp between my legs.” She said, timidly. “Can I put that in my purse now?” “It’s perfectly safe there, but, if you wish to, certainly.” I replied. I suggested that we go to the bathroom so she could freshen up a bit. I stood and offered my hand to her. Hesitantly, she took it and we walked down the short hall to the bathroom. I stepped out of the way and she entered the bathroom. I followed. “Are you going to watch me, Mr. Sampson?” She inquired, a bit of surprise in her tone. “If you don’t mind? ” I replied. “I guess it will be all right.” She said. “I’ll just be embarrassed a little.” “You don’t have to remove all your clothes. Just your skirt and panties is all that should be necessary.” I instructed. I retrieved a washcloth and a small towel as she removed her shoes and reached for the button on her skirt. She removed it and folder it in half and then tucked it over one of the empty towel racks. She avoided my gaze as she pushed the white panties off of her hips, down her legs, stepping out of them. She stooped to pick them up, placing them atop her skirt. “You are truly a lovely black woman, Cynthia.” I told her, as I handed her the washcloth. “Thank you.” She whispered, a bit of a tremor in her voice. She moved very slowly as if uncertain as to how to proceed. “Why don’t you just step into the bathtub and squatted down.” I suggested. “It will be easier for you.” Again, with uncertainty and hesitancy, she began to unbutton her blouse, removing it and placing it atop the other items. I suppose, she did not want to get it wet. “You only have one item left to take off.” I again suggested. “Do you think you might do that? It would be a treat.” She stood facing me as she reached behind her to unsnap her bra, letting it fall forward, releasing her ample breasts. Heavy, they sagged very little. I had a unobstructed view of her thick mat of pubic hair that appeared neatly trimmed. “Have you ever been with a black woman, Mr. Sampson?” She asked, as she stepped over into the tub, adjusting the water. “If you promise to call me Don, I’ll answer that question.” I said, continuing without an answer. “A long, long time ago I was a senior in high school and I got really close with a black girl on the cheerleading team.” “And, you fucked her?” She queried. “Many times!” I answered with elation of the memory. “The only thing I regret is having to use a condom. I would not have to do that with you.” As she scrubbed the lathered washcloth between her legs I noted a bit of concern in her expression. “Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Don?” She inquired. “I thought you just wanted to eat my pussy?” “Well, to be honest, I would dearly love to fuck you.” I explained. “It would require a pill taking a few hours before for me to do justice to that lovely pussy of yours, but we’ll see. Would you mind if I did.” “I suppose not.” She replied with little enthusiasm. I continue to watch her as she ran the washcloth over her ass and thighs. Her breast jiggled as she moved. “I’ve watched my wife squat many times in the bathtub before we fucked. It is the most erotic scene in the world. But, she hasn’t given me much pussy lately.” I babbled. “Does that position, squatting, bother you much?” “Not at all!” She answered. “I have very strong legs!” “And very long lovely, at that!” I appraised. “Allow me, please.” I took the small bath towel and began blotting her body dry. It was a real treat to pat her ample buttocks and very healthy thighs and legs. “Put your leg up on the rim.” I patted the thick mat dry before delicately pushing the towel between her legs, drying her vagina. “I would like you to try something I think you might like.” I said, as I led her to the spare bedroom. “I’m going to lie down on the floor and I want you to squat over my face. Do you think you could do that?” “I don’t see why not!” She answered, without any reservations in her tone. “I think you’re going to find this very mind blowing!” I removed my cotton shorts and briefs, noting that my cock was hanging limp and only a couple of inches long. I looked to see if Cynthia was checking me out but she had shyly diverted her gaze. I positioned myself on the floor next to the bed, my head towards the foot of the bed, instructing her to hold on to the bed for balance. Facing the foot of the bed, she shuffled her feet until she felt she was lined up and then she slowly squatted over me, spreading her knees. “You have a beautiful pussy, Cynthia.” I said, staring up at her full-lipped pussy, surrounded by hair. “I’m pleased to think so, Mr. Don.” She replied, with no sign of embarrassment in her tone. I maneuvered a bit to place my face properly and then I reached out and palmed her buttocks and lifted my head to lightly stroke my tongue through her labia. The reaction was instantaneous as she tried to push herself away from my tongue. “Relax, sugar.” I instructed in a soothing and loving tone. “Here it comes again. Let your energy come out through your voice.” I licked through her labia once more, felt her tremble, but she maintained her position. “Mr. Don! I don’t know if I can do this!” She exclaimed. “It’s too intense. Two good!” “It would be worth your while, sugar!” I assured her. “It’s all in the relaxing.” She must’ve been concentrating because I felt her buttocks loosened up as I explored her pussy. Her butt hole was so close that I figured, it’s clean, “what the hell”. It was well worth the temptation as her moans changed entirely in tone and volume as my tongue probed her ass hole. I returned to her pussy and promptly shoved my tongue into her pussy, causing a most delightful cry. She pulsed her ass as best she could as I tongue fucked her slowly for long minutes. “Mr. Don!!” She cried, with labored breathing through her mouth. “It’s good! My Lord! It’s good!” I hummed my understanding. Her pussy was getting real wet and I found myself trying to purge her juices from my mouth without a lapse in stimulating her. I could tell she was losing herself in the lust as her moans had pretty much ceased and I could hear her labored, childbirth like, breathing through her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and she shook it like a lioness. I moved to her clit, which I had been intentionally avoiding. She lasted less than a minute before shuttering as the orgasm gripped her. She bellowed and moaned like a wounded animal. My chin and neck was soaked with her juices. My wife or any girlfriend in my memory had ever soaked me like Cynthia had. She fell forward still quaking from the orgasm. I reached for my cock and found what I had felt was there………. a stiff erection! I maneuvered, rolled and scrambled to get Cynthia turned on to her back. Her legs when up but they did not spread. “Mr. Don! Please!” She begged. “We can’t do this!” “Cynthia, it won’t stay hard long!” I told her, with a pleading tone. Her resistance was actually having a positive effect on my erection. I tenderly, but actively, sought to push her legs a part. Still she resisted. Still I sought to spread them. Her resistance faltered as she shook her head no, but her legs parted and I maneuvered closer to her. “Help me get it in!” I directed, as I straight-armed my weight over her. Her legs pulled back further as she reached to take hold of my cock and place it to her hole. I pushed gingerly into her. Happy to hear a pleasing moan issued from her as I penetrated her deep. I began to pump into her slowly, intent to enjoy her pussy for as long as I could. I looked into her eyes and she smiled softly, and I suppose, knowingly. I kissed her on the lips and she returned the kiss. I wondered if she had forgotten my mouth was recently wet with her juices or she didn’t care. I lowered myself into her, cradling her with my arms. She helped her knees back close to my midsection and her ass pushed to meet my thrusts. It lasted a lot longer than I really expected, but my limp cock finally plopped from her. I gave a sigh of regret and moved off her. “Turned over for me so I can ravish that gorgeous butt of yours.” I licked, kissed and nibbled her chocolate colored butt, running my tongue up the crack of her ass numerous times. I indulged myself for long minutes. She purred like a kitten and her buttocks tightened repeatedly, showing her pleasure. “Mr. Don.” She whispered. “You’re getting me upset again. I think maybe you should stop.” I rolled her to her back and she willingly spread her legs for me as I began to kiss and then feather-lightly tongue her pussy once more. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, placing my hands on her belly. I did not avoid her clit this time but I used the least amount of pressure I could. She was soon lost in her desire to climb the ladder once more. Her body froze momentarily, teetering at the top rung of the ladder, before plunging over in ecstasy. As she relaxed, her breathing near normal, I continued to run my tongue lightly over her clit, but she showed her desire for more, content to play with my hair and ears, smiling down at me. We returned to the bathroom and I stood, washing my cock at the sink, studying her as she squatted in the bathtub. I watched her dress and felt my cock rising a little bit when she stepped into her snow-white panties I hurried back to the spare bedroom putting on my briefs and shorts. I slipped into my bedroom, grabbed pen and paper, jotting down my telephone number. I joined her in the living room and helped her gather up and re-box the attachments. “You come see me again sometimes?” I asked her expectantly. “I don’t know Mr. Don.” She replied hesitantly. “We don’t have to meet here. I have an office apartment in Midtown. Here, take my number and don’t hesitate to call. I do business on the phone all the time, so if I wife answers just tell her you’re from the exchange.” “I can’t promise.” She offered. “You’re a nice man. Very naughty, but a nice man.” “Hey! I’ll take a pill for you next time!” I jokingly added. The End Ebony Sales Woman Ch. 02 I was sitting in my favorite chair in the living room reading the paper. The phone rang and as usual my wife answered it. She leaned around the corner of the door from the kitchen. "Honey, there is girl on the line from the exchange. Says her name is Cynthia." "Thank you. Babe." I said, picking up the receiver and hearing the click as my wife put the receiver into the cradle of the kitchen phone. "Yes! This is Mr. Sampson." "Hello Mr. Sampson... Don... this is Cynthia ... you remember me don't you... the vacuum cleaner saleslady. I heard the nervousness in her tone and her hesitant speech and, honestly, I was completely in the dark until she mentioned vacuum cleaner saleslady. It had been two months since our intimate afternoon encounter. I had dismissed it as a one-time event. I smiled inwardly with the knowledge that there could only be one reason why the 30ish-yr-old black girl could be calling. "Hold on sugar." I said softly into the receiver, getting up from my chair. "Honey, I got to run out to the car and get some papers out of my trunk." "Don't be long lunch is almost ready." I heard her shout as I went out the front door. "How have you been?" I asked as I negotiated the front stairs and made my way to my car in the driveway. "I've been fine. How have you been?" She replied and then asked. "Missing you." I lied. "It's good to hear your voice." There is a long pause as I closed on the car and keyed the trunk, lifting it up in case my wife looked out the window. "Can I help you in some way my dear?" I asked, pushing her to tell me why she had called, keenly aware that lunch is almost prepared. "Yes, Mr. Sampson. I mean Don." She replied low enough into her receiver that I had to concentrate to understand her words. "You said you would like to see me again. I'm ashamed to admit it Don but I am in need of some cash to help my brother." Always with a mind on business, I queried, "how much are we talking about Cynthia?" "About twice as much as before." She replied with squeamishness showing in her tone. "My wife is waving at me for lunch!" I said. "That's a lot of money, sugar, but I think it can be done if you can clear about four hours. How about we call the money a gift and you just tell me you enjoyed the sex and you want more." "You're embarrassing me again Mr. Sampson." She replied in her high-pitched childlike tone. "You know I enjoyed it! You wouldn't believe how I feel right this second talking about it. My panties are getting wet." She readily agreed and I gave her the address to the Midtown apartment and we set a date. "If I may suggest sweet cheeks, be sure to wear the snow white underwear I enjoyed so much last time." A week later I pulled into the parking garage of the large apartment towers, parking in one of the three spaces on the third tier allocated to our firm. Cynthia was directed to park to the left of my black Lincoln. I was an hour early. I wanted to inspect the apartment before Cynthia arrived and I had brought foodstuff, wine and soda for a light snack. I always enjoyed this apartment with its view on the eighth floor. It's antique white walls and conservative decorations and appointments gave the 600 sq ft, one bedroom apartment a soothing atmosphere. It was furnished with a eating counter, refrigerator, microwave, sink and dishes. While on paper it was listed as a private meeting room, in reality there had never been any business conducted in this apartment, unless you could consider today's clandestine meeting business. There are a handful of execs that used this space for solitude, as I did on occasion, and a meeting place for lover or mistress. Almost on the minute I heard the knock on the door. I opened the door to gaze upon the shy looking Cynthia who would not meet my gaze right off. "Come in young lady, please." As she walked past me, carrying a small case, I studied the long legged Cynthia dressed in black dress pants, moderate heels, with a multicolored light sweater. Her hair looked freshly cut in a very short boyish style. She wore appropriate and striking jewelry consisting of a gold necklace, a half-inch wide gold bracelet on her right arm and a gold colored watch on her left. Her earrings were large 1-1/2" gold circles. "It's good to see you again Cynthia." I said, closing the door and closing on her to hug her lightly and kiss her on the cheek. "Good to see you Don." She returned. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I queried, heading towards the small kitchen section. "I stopped to buy deli-sandwiches, some chips, potato salad and soda if you're hungry. I'm going to have a sandwich myself." We sat at the eating counter, she having a sandwich also with her wine. We had four hours and I was in no hurry and wanted to show the woman that I was interested in more than just taking her to bed. I asked about her brother and found out that he had been injured in a car accident with no insurance. I praised her desire to take care of family. "I have never been up this high." She exclaimed, staring out of the large span of windows of the apartment. "You can see for miles!" "It is lovely. You have never been in an airplane?" I queried. "Never! I know that is odd in this day and age, but no." She replied. "Terry is going to be stationed in Japan in another year. If I go with him, I suppose we will fly." "If you go with him?" I quizzed. "How long is he going to be there? Surely, he will want you to accompany him?" "Of course!" She answered somewhat defensively. "But my mother and father are not in good health. I want to go but by parents need me. He is going to be gone three years." She added in a much slower volume. "He says he understands but it would be hard on our marriage. I told him I would understand if she -- you know." "That is a long time." I said. "I don't suppose he offered you the same option?" "No. But he knows how I feel about my parents and won't press me." She said showing a slight smile. We finished eating and she sat there with her hands crossed on the counter for a long minute looking out of the window. I studied her over my glass of wine. Her hair was longer at our first meeting. Then, I had concentrated more on her sexual attributes as my mind was on having sex with her, plus, the anxiety of having sex with her in my home. Now I could study her at my leisure with plenty of time and without anxiety. She was indeed a lovely black woman, her skin mocha colored and her features slight and well defined. "Don, I appreciate you not dragging me off to the bedroom and treating me like a piece of meat." She said quietly, not looking at me. "But you're looking at me so hard , I suppose, I should go freshen up a bit." "Did I treat you like that the other time?" I asked. "I'm just studying you now as I would a Renoir." "No, I suppose not, considering the place and the allocated time." She answered, turning her gaze to me and smiling mischievously. "But you were - demanding? - and we went a bit further than you promised." I said laughing out loud. "I did act like a horny 18-year-old, I suppose. I promise to act like an adult. How about we both go freshen up. I'll wash your back and you can wash mine." Cynthia beamed a smile at me as she stood. I followed her into the bedroom, which had the same large expanse of windows of the living room but had curtains that I had already drawn. I watched her remove her sweater. She wore a snow-white bra as I had asked and she looked at me questioning as she reached behind her to unsnap it. I nodded my approval. She slipped her shoes off and then reached to unsnap and unzip the side of her dress pants. The 32-year-old Cynthia was indeed something to gaze on. Removing her dress pants, she stood there letting me take in the whole of her soft, smooth, mocha colored, long legs. "You make me feel special when you look at me like that Mr. Don." She said shyly. "You are indeed a treasure my dear." I assured her. "Before you slip those panties off would you turn in a circle for me." "You haven't undressed yet?" She questioned as she turned slowly in a circle with her arms spread slightly. "You keep turning while I undress." I directed. When she made her fourth revolution she stopped abruptly looking at my crotch. "My goodness! You must have taken that pill." I motioned with my right hand to enter the bathroom before me. I watched her remove her snow-white panties that has lace around the waist and legs. She being closest to the bathtub, she pulled the curtain aside and bent over to turn on the water. Gazing on her lovely bare ass, my eyes being instantly drawn to her thick-lipped pussy, I was overcome with lust. I moved close in behind her, taking hold of her hips and tried to enter her. "Mr. Don! Please! Let me!" She exclaimed with a shrill. I thought surely Cynthia was going to be upset with me, but she displaced me as she backed up and turned to the counter. Taking a towel off of the hangar she placed it in front of her to place her folded arms and presented her ass for the taking. I moved in close behind her as her stance spread and put my cock to her. I found it difficult but I checked myself and pushed into her gently. "Forgive me Cynthia!" I groaned. "I just need a minute or two. You're the most sensuous woman I have ever seen." "You don't need to apologize Don! You just surprised me." She moaned. "Lord, it's good! Take all the time you want." I stroked inside of her in a slow but deep penetrating rhythm, feeling no desire to come. Her pussy was tight and warm and my cock was hard as a rock and she was enjoying the hell out of it. After three or four minutes, I slowed and was going to pull out of her. "No! No!" She whispered. "Not yet. Another minute or two." I had pushed deep into her. I tried to push even deeper much to her satisfaction. Another minute or two I pulled out of her and she turned to face me. We embraced and kissed passionately. I felt much smaller than the 2 inches in height she had on me, and when our kiss broke I found her nipple without having to lower my head much. I suckled her nipples alternately as I squeezed her ass with my left hand. I backed away from her and turned her towards the mirror. I cupped her breasts, studying them through the mirror. "How does something so large and firm not sag?" "You look at them like you love them." She stated. "I've always been an ass man but your breasts are mesmerizing. And your nipples are so stiff and a mouthful." I said. Releasing them, Cynthia entered the shower ahead of me. We spent long minutes washing each other's body, hugging and kissing. She washed my cock lovingly and propped her left leg on the edge of the tub, allowing me to wash her pussy with the washcloth. I scrubbed her well-defined, mocha colored ass as I kissed it passionately, making her giggle and slap at me lightly, telling me it tickled. As the water began to cool, Cynthia shut off the water and pulled the curtain back. We stepped out of the shower and began to towel each other dry. "If I bend over to get my panties, are you going to behave yourself?" She teased. "I'll try but I can't guarantee anything." I replied teasingly, slapping her backside lightly. I watched her long legs slip into the panties. I followed her to the bed and together we pulled the covers down. "Do you have a maid come in and clean the apartment after someone uses it?" "Yes. Whoever uses the apartment calls the cleaning service. They dispatch someone over here the same day or the next." "I'm very comfortable." Cynthia said as she entered the bed. "We don't really need any covers do we?" "I prefer not to cover your lovely body with anything." I replied, as I moved in close with her, pushing my leg between hers, kissing her neck and shoulders. "You did want my panties back on didn't you?" She queried. "I want you to pull them off of me." My answer was to kiss her passionately. I did not consider Cynthia a prostitute. I had never been with a prostitute. I had taken care to make her feel like the money was a gift and not payment for her "favors". If she was role-playing, I was totally convinced that she was enjoying our sexual interlude. She gripped my cock, squeezing and pulling on it aggressively whenever I touched a sensitive spot or sucked on her nipples. She kissed my body as much as I kissed hers, even sucking on my nipples, nibbling on my earlobes, which drives me insane. She even toyed with my balls. If she was being true to her husband, outside of me, she was showing all the signs of a woman sexually hungry and loving passionately. Me on top, Cynthia on top, me on top again. We were all over the bed as we maneuvered each other this way or that way. The young lady was aggressive as we tussled over the bed. Me on the bottom again! She maneuvered down and looked up at me mischievously, holding my cock vertical. "I told you I never did this, but you're being very generous and understanding." Cynthia explained. "But only for a little bit." Cynthia took 2 inches of my cock into her mouth showing her lack of experience and sucked on it lightly. She licked the domed head and up-and-down my shaft. I watched the action intently for a few long minutes. I took hold of her arms and tenderly pulled her up, maneuvering her to her back. I took hold of her lovely panties and slipped them off her perfect hips. She pulled her knees back so I could extricate her legs. Tossing the panties, I sat on my haunches studying her pussy a long moment, then, slipped between her legs as she reached down to acquire my cock and place it to her. I pushed into her slowly. "It's so warm!" I whispered in her ear. "And you're as tight as your hand on my cock." "Uummmm!" She whispered lustfully at being entered. "It feels so good. I shouldn't tell you this but you are a lot thicker than my husband. I've been hoping that pill would work like they say it does." I cradled the warm lovely Cynthia in my arms, supporting my weight on my elbows, as I pumped into her slowly in a loving and passionate way. She held her knees high, cradling my sides as her hands supported her legs. Her ass moved sensuously, matching my rhythm. Except for her soft moans, and my slightly elevated breathing, all was quiet. I kissed her forehead, eyes face and neck, noting that this mocha brown, naked creature was a stark contrast to the antique white walls and overall whiteness of the room, bathed in the orange glow of the late afternoon sun. After Cynthia sucked my cock for a few brief minutes, I was certain that I could put her into any position I desired. But, I had exactly what I desired. I was between this lovely girl's long legs with by cock inside of her. Her moans were music to my ears, knowing my cock was causing the moans. We contently fucked long, long minutes. "You're getting me very warm Mr. Don!" Cynthia whispered. "Do you want to try something else - a different position - to let me cool down a bit?" "I desire to stay right here like we are." I whispered back. "And let nature take its course." The 32-year-old Cynthia maneuvered slightly beneath me finding her groove. She gave a soft yelp when she found it. Not long afterwards, I began to feel her body tighten as she climbed the ladder. Her skin, as indeed mine too probably, became moist, as I stroked into her with determination and intent to bring her to orgasm. "Uooo! Yes? Ohh, ohh, ohh, yessss!" Cynthia cried as her body became a motion of frantic lust and desire. "Right there! Yes! Uoo, uoo, uoo! I'm coming Mr. Don! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMMIINNGGGGGGGGGGGG!" I slammed into her hard as her ass gyrated up. Every deep thrust brought a corresponding animal like yelp, sounding much like pain. "AAGgggggggggggggg!" I groaned loudly as my cock jerked one, two, three times. "Yessssss!" Cynthia sighed her satisfaction, knowing I had followed her closely in orgasm. "Nature is so good!" I continued stroking aggressively into her, the pill working perfectly. My cock had lost only a smidgen of his firmness. We were both breathing heavily but soon we settled down and our breathing became normal. As did our intercourse as I slowed my rhythm. Rather than feeling drained as I often did after coming, in the embrace of this pretty brown woman, I felt renewed. The pill was keeping my cock hard and I was content to fuck the lass to another orgasm if she desired. She seemed and felt agreeable. "Don, I don't want to stop, really I don't, but I have to pee really bad!" She related. "Then go ahead and pee." I encouraged. "I'm not going to let you up." "Please Mr. Don!" She said in an alarmed tone. "I can't do that! We will mess up the bed." "The mattress is protected and we can throw the sheets in the washer." I told her becoming keener on the thought of making her pee right here in the bed. A game! "Please! Let me up." She begged. "Nope!" I said with finality. I continued to pump into her and she continued to match my rhythm. I thought she was beginning to climb the ladder again, but her body slowed until she stilled completely. "I can't hold it any longer!" She offered. "It's interfering with my concentration." I slowed my rhythm to a stop. I heard a slight whimper and she tightened her embrace, then, I felt her warm liquid shoot onto my lower abdomen. With her knees still gripping my sides, I envisioned the yellowish liquid cascading between her pussy lips. I felt the warm fluid flow over the root of my shaft and balls. As her body relaxed from her release of fluid, it only tightened up again as she began to move her hips. We began to fuck with abandonment. I was certain she had found the same exhilaration in the fetish event as I had. She was soon moaning in lust. "I love to fuck you!" I told her with exhilaration. "I love to fuck you too." She mumbled. "And you fuck me so good." I maneuvered to bring my knees closer to her buttocks supporting my weight as I moved by hands to grip her smooth, lovely buttocks. I put my face into her neck and made a decision to fuck her until I had a heart attack, or, passed out from exhaustion. Lucky for me, I suppose, I felt no desire to ejaculate. Fucking her, locked in tight as she was in such a position, was not too strenuous on me. I could vary my rhythm and did so, taking her to a higher degree of passion, before dropping her, only to lift her up again, over and over. I don't know how long I fucked her like this? Perhaps 20 minutes. We were indeed one and I was enjoying intercourse with the 32-year-old Cynthia with her youthful stamina, extremely sexy body, her seemingly all-consuming hunger for sex and of course her brown color. My wife and never come in such a position. I figured my shaft was not centered on her clit - not giving the stimulation needed. Hence my surprise, when, with my mind concentrating on all of the attributes of this young lass her body froze for a moment, then, quaked with a strong orgasm. Her moan, which rose lowly to increase in volume, seemed to last forever. Her body turned to mush but I continued to fuck her with abandonment. I continued until my back began to ache a bit and I slowed my rhythm to a stop. I still felt no need to ejaculate. I just wanted the time with Cynthia never to end. We kissed passionately. I pulled slowly out of her and moved off the bed. I proceeded to the bathroom. I entered the shower and turned the water to steaming hot, taking a long needed pee right there in the tub. I heard Cynthia come into the bathroom and sit down on the toilet. Hearing water, she apparently had to pee again. She joined me in the shower and we again soaped each other's bodies down, hugging and kissing and smiling at each other. Ebony Sales Woman Ch. 02 "I can get dressed and go get us something to eat?" She offered. "I saw an oriental restaurant on the corner. Making love makes me hungry!" While Cynthia was gone I stripped the bed and started the wash, making a note to be sure to put the sheets into the dryer before I left. I noted the time. We were almost 3 hours in. I remained nude and was sitting plates on the counter when Cynthia returned. She placed a bag full of food on the counter, walked over to one of the fabric chairs. I watched her as she removed her clothes once more. She joined me in the narrow space of the small kitchen and we embraced and kissed passionately for a long moment. "You have a gorgeous ass woman." I praised. "Is that what you like best?" She queried teasingly. "Oh hell no!" I replied. "You are a total package of loving machine. But I love looking at your ass." "We had better eat before you feel the need to stick this thing in me again." She said, reaching to toy with my stiffening erection with her fingers. I couldn't keep my hands off of her and played with her breasts and ass as she put the food onto the plates. "Would you pour us some wine?" She asked. "If I must." I replied. As we ate, I asked about her parents and brother. I discovered that her parents had her late in life, very protective of her when she was young and she was a 22-year-old Virgin when she married. She had admitted that as a young woman she had looked at her nude body in the mirror often and knew her light, mocha colored skin, height and well proportioned female attributes indeed made her special, as her parents had told her constantly. They accepted her marriage but were not overly impressed with her husband though he was an officer. "How do you feel about us Cynthia?" I queried. "What we are doing." "I still can't believe the first time." She explained. "I really didn't need the money but I never had any extra money to spend on myself. That's why I was working and still am. Then, my brother has his problems. The money you are giving me is not going entirely to my brother. I'll give some to my parents. I give my parents most of what I make. But to answer your question, I like sex and I was actually going to suggest we meet whether you gave me the money or not. I had been denying my desires for a number of weeks. You're a nice man Don and I feel comfortable with you. You did not make me feel like a whore the first time or now." I was standing by the large un-curtained windows while Cynthia was cleaning up the kitchen. "I suppose it's about time." I said. "I have really enjoyed our time together." "Are you throwing me out?" She queried in a teasing tone. "Can't you be tempted to give me a little bit more peter? I don't think you'll be able to turn down what I have in mind." "Lead on sweet cheeks!" I answered, turning to see her standing by the bedroom door smiling at me. I watched her knee herself onto the plastic covered bed, placing her knees very close to the edge of the bed. She widened her stance bringing her belly close to the bed offering me an unbelievable view of her pussy. "Take a deep breath. I bet you can smell this thing can't you?" She asked seductively. "This female's in heat." "Yes. I can smell it!" I assured her. My cock was rock hard once more. I moved in close behind her and looked down as I positioned my cock to her and pushed gently. She wiggled her ass and pushed towards me and we coupled. "Damn woman! Your pussy is so fucking good!" I began to pump into her with a moderate rhythm, my hands holding her hips. For long minutes, I concentrated on the feeling of my cock slipping in and out of her tight pussy and her soft moans. I became conscious of her left arm slipping beneath her, knowing she was probably going to please herself. Still I continued my moderate rhythm. "You don't have to be gentle with me!" She said lustfully after minutes of fingering her clit. "I want it hard! YES! Harder!" I began to slam against her ass sending my cock deep into her. Her yelps caused me concern but I wasn't going to stop or ease my hammering stabs until she called uncle. I was soon panting with each sharp jab of my cock into her. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" She begged in barely intelligible words. I was like a man possessed. I stared at her lovely brown ass is I relentlessly hammered it. Long, long minutes passed and my back was beginning to tire. The stress of suppressing my back pain was bringing about my worst fear. The pill was losing its effectiveness and so was my cock. "Aw hell!" I moaned, as my cock lost its firmness, barely able to remain inside of her. "No no! It's all right! It doesn't matter!" She reassured me in a loving tone as she moved forward and rolled to her back spreading her legs, beckoning me to her. Her beckoning arms and lovely legs spread wide were not beckoning me to fuck her. I knew what she wanted - what she needed. I clambered to put my face to her pussy. She sighed a sigh of relief as my tongue found her clit. I slipped my hands under her ass as she stared down between her legs. I lost myself in pleasing her orally. Unbelievably, my cock was firming up again. It took only a few short minutes to bring Cynthia to orgasm. Her body moved like a huge wave flowing over and through her midsection accompanied by a long loud moan of satisfaction. I felt her body relaxed and I scrambled to move atop her. She understood and reached for my cock putting it to her. I shoved into her quickly and began to fuck her with abandonment. "Yes baby! Yes! Your cock is so good!" She cooed. "Fuck my ass baby!" My erection lasted less than a minute before deflating again. I lay atop her feeling totally exhausted and angry at my limp cock. "Sorry sugar." I apologized. "Shhhh." Cynthia comforted, hugging me tightly against her. "Don't you do that! You treat me like you care for me and that's all that matters." For the third time, we showered together touching, kissing and laughing. We were 40 minutes over our 4-hour agreement but Cynthia seemed ignorant of the fact or didn't care. I hoped for the latter. I put on my briefs and pants and joined Cynthia in the living area watching her dress. "If anyone is watching you through binoculars, you're going to give him a heart attack. Are you going to let me see you again?" I queried. "I was going to ask you the same question?" She returned. "Good. Just don't let it be so long next time." I offered. "I'm not a rich man but I'm well-off enough to help your parents and you whenever needed." "Just as long as you know that is not why I want to see you again. If I decide not to travel - I'm not going to Japan. I feel very comfortable with you Don and I think we both need what we have here. You will protect me I know." "Of course." I assured her. I knew better than to get overwhelmed by my feelings for Cynthia. She was not mine and I would have to settle for whatever time she gave me. I felt certain I would be the only one. In the parking garage, I opened her car door for her and we kissed passionately. "I'll see you soon." I offered rather than a goodbye. "You will stock up on those pills?" She inquired teasingly.