0 comments/ 89445 views/ 10 favorites Free By: DanielOrme Author's note: This is the 3rd sequel to my original story, Willing Slaves. For those who don't like to read multi-part tales, it's not absolutely necessary to read the others, though I'd certainly love it if you did. All the stories are self-contained, but for those who want to know what came before, start with Willing Slaves, then go on to the sequels written by my friend Thelegguy (it was his idea to continue the saga. Thanks Jon!), A Very Strange E-Mail and Charli & Bobby. All can be found in the Interracial Love category. *************************** Andrew was startled at the return address on his morning e-mail. Strange how he'd been thinking of Charli lately, even before seeing the ecstatic reviews for her gallery showing. Maybe she was contacting him to gloat. No, he thought, she's not the type to do that. It had been so long since he'd written or called that she probably didn't even know he'd gotten married. Well, he thought ruefully, that'll save me the trouble of telling her about the divorce. Not that he'd ever thought of marrying Charli. Back then he'd been so intent on success that he was sure that having a wife who was an impractical artist, and an African-American, no matter how much he was attracted to both of those qualities, would hold him back in the corporate world. Now here he was with a dead marriage, stuck in a job that offered him nothing but frustration. He looked again at the manuscript on his desk. That's what had started him thinking of Charli. He'd taken a job in publishing as a kind of compromise, figuring it would at least keep him in contact with the excitement and creativity of the world of the arts. But it didn't take long for reality to disabuse him of that hope. Publishing was a business like any other. Brock & Haller was an old hidebound publishing house with its eye on the bottom line. What would sell, that was the important thing. Creativity, originality, art, that was for artists. But when Lara Holt's book reached his desk, he was struck by it. Too different, too unusual, he told himself, they'll never go for it no matter how hard I push. But the excitement and skill of the writing made him hang onto it. Against company policy, he'd called her up, telling her how impressed he was, asking to meet with her. In person, her talent and passion struck him even harder, to say nothing of her lissome brown-skinned beauty. Her small cameo-pretty face, with its delicate features, contrasted with her huge dark eyes, filled with warmth and intelligence. Her uncombed black hair was a beautiful tangle, and even clothes that looked like she'd just picked them off the floor (artists don't dress for success, Andrew was glad to be reminded) couldn't hide the slender long-legged gracefulness of her body. They'd connected immediately, and he'd promised her he would do everything he could to have her book published. Andrew sighed. There had to be a way to convince the higher-ups. Maybe he could push it at the morning meeting, get it on the schedule for the afternoon. He shook his head. Only here would they have meetings just to arrange for the next meeting. He checked his watch. Almost time for it to start. He closed the e-mail window. Charli's news would have to wait. His mood lifted a bit at the sight that greeted him on entering the conference room. Robin, the office intern, was arranging the coffee cups. Four months here had yet to dampen her spirits. Andrew often thought of her as an elf, that is, if elves had smooth chocolate skin, luscious little bodies, and gorgeous thighs that they habitually showed off with tiny mini-skirts. She noticed his entrance and handed him his coffee cup. "Black, with extra sugar. That's how you like it, right?" "Absolutely. How about you?" "Oh…I like mine with extra cream." She flashed her naughty-pixie smile. "Some of us do, you know." "And some of us are grateful for it," he answered. It was just their usual routine flirting, but he never tired of it. "But I do wonder why I'm getting singled out. I mean, you don't put extra sugar in anybody else's coffee." "You're the only one who looks at my legs," she answered. "Nobody else around here even notices me. Just how short a skirt does a girl have to wear to get a good sexual harassment suit going?" Robin winked, and as she exited the room, Andrew noticed that she was right. None of the other men in the room even glanced at her as she walked away. God, they were all dead inside! Maybe he really was the only one who wasn't so consumed by the job that … no, wait, there was one other who wasn't. He looked over at Gina Welsh, who was already seated, sipping her coffee. Her hair was, as usual, pinned up and back. The style seemed to pull her cocoa-brown skin taut against her fine-boned face, leaving no superfluous flesh except for her full lips. Her conservative business suit was singularly unflattering, but it wasn't hard for Andrew to remember how different she could look. It had been almost a year, but he remembered it vividly. He was out shopping on a Saturday. Lounging down the street, he looked up to an amazing sight: The most stunning woman he'd ever seen; long braids down her back, beautiful endless legs below and smooth bare midriff above snug denim shorts, with a tight halter top that barely contained her full breasts. She caught him staring and smiled at him. He was prepared to be embarrassed, until he realized it was a smile of greeting, and mutual embarrassment. It was Gina. "I didn't recognize you out of uniform," he'd said, and she'd laughed in rueful agreement. "Sometimes I can't take it," she'd admitted. "Occasionally I have to get myself looking like this just to remind myself I'm a woman." He'd looked her up and down and said, "I don't think I'll need any more reminders, " and she'd laughed again. Nothing had come of it, but since then he'd not only felt the attraction, but also that they were kindred spirits. Knowing that there was at least one other person there squirming under the yoke helped him get through the day. The meeting went about as he expected. He brought up Lara's book, and was told he could make his pitch that afternoon, but the senior editor's unenthusiastic tone was always a dead giveaway: It was just a stay of execution. His disappointment must have been obvious, and he caught Gina's sympathetic look as he left, but it didn't help. He went back to his office and started to think of the best way to break the bad news. He'd have to do it in person. He'd built her hopes up so much, he couldn't do it by phone or e-mail. E-mail! Charli's message! He'd completely forgotten. He opened his mailbox and clicked it on. "Dear Andrew, Long time, hmm? I hope your life's good. If it is, then what I have to say won't make much difference. If not… I heard you got married. I hope it wasn't just because you were doing what was expected of you. I know you always hated it when I told you this, but I know you: You'll never be happy trying to fit in. You need your freedom if you're ever going to be happy and successful. Of course, I know your answer to that: There's no way to get that kind of freedom. Better to just go with the program and try to succeed that way. I never could convince you otherwise. If it's worked out for you, I'm happy I was wrong. But if it hasn't, and you're caught in the trap you set for yourself, I have a way out. Read the document attached to this e-mail. I promise you it's not a fraud or a come-on. It worked for me, and the person I got it from. If you need it, I'm sure it'll work for you. Good luck, Charli" Andrew squirmed in his chair at the memory of their old, never-ending disagreement. It's what had finally caused them to part. She would probably have a good, satisfying, I-told-you-so if she could see him now. She even knew why his marriage went bad. He'd married a woman who would fill out the other half of the image of the perfect successful couple. And it had trapped him. He'd been miserable, longing for the beautiful black women like Lara and Gina he was inevitably attracted to. Even his flirty banter with Robin was more emotionally honest than anything he'd ever had to say to his ex-wife. It was no wonder she'd left him when he hadn't succeeded. She, at least, had understood the deal. What could be in the attachment? Some kind of cure-all self-help nonsense? Charli would never fall for anything like that. His curiosity rising, he clicked it on. Huh? … Jebediah Harrington … 1770-1853 … Last will … what the hell? He read with mounting incredulity: "Fifty-eight years ago, I engaged myself in the scientific study of how various substances occurring in nature affected the human body. In the course of my experimentations, I concocted a mixture which I believed would, if consumed only once, fight off diseases and increase bodily strength and stamina. Not wanting to create a risk to any other person, I swallowed the mixture myself. Its effect was immediate, increasing my body's strength and endurance to many times the human norm. But that was not its only effect. To my great amazement, I found that it also increased the strength of my mind. I discovered that with little effort I could see within the mind of anyone I chose, read their thoughts, memories, passions as clearly as one might read words on a page. Beyond that, I discovered that with little more effort, I could rearrange their thoughts and passions as easily as moving chess pieces across a board. I could release hidden passions, turn enemies into friends, create desires where there were none." That was all, except a list of common herbs and plants, and the formula for combining them. He sat there trying to figure it out. Magic formula? Increased strength and stamina? Mental powers? She couldn't be serious. It had to be a prank of some kind. But Charli wasn't the pranking type. He looked at the list of ingredients. Nothing harmful. He thought some more. Freedom. A way out. He printed out the formula, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door. **************** Robin nibbled at her sandwich and looked again towards Andrew's office. The door was open now, but he still hadn't come out at lunchtime. What had he been doing in there so long with the door closed? He'd gone dashing out that morning , then come back with a bag of stuff and closed the door behind him. What was he doing in there alone? Robin sighed and took another nibble. It had come to this, she thought: I'm so bored here I'm spending my free time worrying about other people's private lives. Not that it was the first time she'd thought about Andrew. In fact, she knew she thought about him a little too much. Well it wasn't her fault that he was the only live man in this graveyard. It wasn't her fault that whenever she flirted with him, he flirted back, or that she often caught him enjoying the sight of her legs and luscious body. Well maybe that was a little bit her fault, she thought mischievously. She would never have bothered with the tiny skirts and tight blouses if she hadn't known he was looking. No, the only thing that was her fault was that she hadn't done anything about it. Why not, she suddenly wondered. What was stopping her? Nothing. Nothing at all. She was startled at her realization. What happened to all the reasons she used to convince herself it was a bad idea? They didn't seem important anymore. She wanted him. She was sure he wanted her. She should just go in there and tell him. Robin put down her lunch and stood up. Not tell him, she thought, show him. The warmth rose in her at the idea, and a smile spread across her face. She undid another button on her blouse and headed toward Andrew's office. She entered closing the door behind her. Andrew was standing there, almost as if he was waiting for her. Hungrily she approached him and, without a word, reached up and pulled his face down to hers. Mmmm, such long, warm kisses! In seconds she had her clothes off. Had he undressed her, or had she undressed herself? Oh, who cared! He was kissing her luscious breasts now, her smooth belly. As she felt his hands grip her ass, she spread her gorgeous thighs, frantic for the touch of his mouth on her burning pussy. Now he was licking her, sucking her. Oh, it felt so good, SO GOOD, she thought as the orgasm rippled through her. She wanted more. Reluctantly, she pulled his head away from between her legs, and shoved him onto his back. Pulling off the rest of his clothes, she almost leaped onto his erect cock. Ah, yeah, that was it! Humping and pumping, she came another time, and another. Feeling him burst inside her, she started to pull herself off him, but he grabbed her and held her body against his. In seconds, he was hard again! Amazed, Robin wrapped herself around him and let herself go, losing track of time, place, and the number of orgasms. When it was over, Robin, still clinging to Andrew, looked up at him. "I don't know what came over me," she said. "I just…" He kissed her. "Did you notice me complaining?" Both laughed. Robin sighed. "I guess we have to go back to work." "Don't feel discouraged," said Andrew with an odd smile. "Things can change." *************** Gina left the afternoon meeting still amazed. How had he done it? The senior editors never changed their minds. She knew it. Certainly Andrew, from the discouraged look on his face that morning, knew it too. But when she'd gone up to him before the afternoon conference, offering her support in his pitch, he'd merely smiled and said, "No need. I've got it wired." It was wonderful to see him that confident, but she worried at the effect the inevitable rejection would have on him. That he still cared so much that something worth reading get published, and hadn't developed the indifferent thick skin that so many others at the company had, were a part of what made him so attractive to her. But seeing him walk in there, only to get cut down again, … she'd worried at the thought of what she was sure was coming. Andrew's speech was, as usual, reasoned, intelligent, and passionate. Perhaps more passionate than usual, it seemed to Gina. But when she looked at the faces of the senior editors, she was startled. Instead of the usual polite expressions of tolerant boredom they assumed when they were about to say No, they were positively rapt with interest. By the end they were smiling and nodding in agreement. When he finished, they all leaped up and congratulated him, not even bothering to consult with each other, shaking his hand as if he'd just brought in a sure-fire #1 best seller. Her fellow junior editors seemed just as perplexed as she, but when Andrew shot her a bemused I-told-you-so smile, she'd smiled back. She'd wanted to congratulate him herself, but he was still talking promotion and publication dates with the bosses when she left. She decided to wait in his office. When he entered, closing the door behind him, she jumped up, shouted "Hail the conquering hero!" and threw her arms around him. The congratulatory hug turned into a long embrace. His body felt so good against hers. She pulled her head back, forgot all about asking how he did it, and melted into a delicious kiss. Then another. She kissed her way down his neck, his chest, pulling his clothes off, and hers, as she went. In seconds she was kneeling naked before him, her full breasts brushing his thighs, her soft lips browsing on his erect cock. God, she wanted to fuck him! Reaching up, she pulled him down to her. Mmmm, even better without the clothes, she thought, twining her long legs around him. She felt his hard cock slide into her hot waiting pussy and began to writhe against him. Oh wonderful! She came and came, until she felt him come as well. Ahhh! Gina didn't move, still holding Andrew inside her. She looked up at him, about to speak, until she felt his cock rising again. Oh, yes, she thought. "Were you going to say something?" Andrew asked. "Never mind," she answered, pulling him deep inside again. ****************** Publication! Lara could hardly believe it. He'd done it, he'd come through for her the way he'd said he would. Now he was on his way over. They could relax and celebrate. Celebrate. Lara smiled a bit nervously to herself. In the weeks since they'd met, she'd felt the attraction between Andrew and herself, but had done nothing about it. She worried that perhaps his attraction to her was the only reason he was pushing her book. Or maybe if she had done something about it, it would have put too much pressure on him. And now that he'd succeeded, would he expect something to happen as a reward? Or would he think that she was just doing it now out of gratitude? She would hate that, since it would be out of a lot more than that. Or maybe she just thought too much. Lara chuckled to herself. Seeing all the sides of a situation was part of what made her a writer. She relaxed. They would just have a drink and toast the future. Nothing was going to happen. At least, that's what she thought before he arrived. It started out as just a friendly, welcoming kiss. Well, maybe something more than that. After all, they were celebrating, weren't they? She clung to him in the doorway for a long time, as he nuzzled her ear, her neck. She giggled with pleasure at the sensation, then broke the embrace and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom as if it was the most natural thing in the world. They sat on the bed, eagerly undressing each other. Lara shivered with pleasure at the stroking of Andrew's hands down her smooth naked back. She turned toward him, her huge dark eyes aglow with passion, delighting now in his caresses of her soft brown breasts. Now she was pulling him to her, and as they fell back onto the bed, she slipped her long left leg beneath his right, and as she wrapped herself around him, his hard white cock entered her. He fucked her and fucked her, until finally she rolled him on his back and, with her luscious thighs astride him and sweet breasts in his hands, bucked them to one last orgasm. Exhausted, she collapsed atop him. Her eyes closed, she could still feel him caressing her back, her ass, her thighs, inhaling the scent of her hair. She giggled as she drifted off to sleep when he whispered in her ear, " I can hardly wait to see what happens when we sell the movie rights." **************** Free Then there are Gibson's legendary meeting skills. "I've yet to see him leave a meeting without getting what he wants. I don't know if it's brains, skill, charm, whatever. But it always works out the way he wants it." Just how that charm works away from the office is another mystery. Various unconfirmed rumors have linked him romantically with his discovery Holt, or women in his inner circle at B & H, but… *************** "Are you reading that again?" Robin looked up from beside him. "Just checking the reviews," said Andrew. He pulled down the bedspread, uncovering her naked body. His right hand caressed her luscious dark breasts and stole down her belly. She sighed with pleasure as it paused at her moist, open cunt. To his left, Gina stirred. "Mmm, has the meeting begun already," she said sleepily. Rising to her knees, she began to nibble on his ear and neck. Andrew wrapped his left arm around her and pulled her closer. "Not quite yet. I think our author is still in the shower." As if on cue, Lara entered from the bathroom, still drying herself as she approached the bed. "Hey, no decisions without my input," she said, flinging the towel aside and climbing onto the bed between Andrew's legs. She gave his erect cock a few luxuriant licks, then allowed it to nestle between her tits. "Does the president have any motions he'd like to present?" she said, looking up at him with a piquant smile. "A few," gasped Andrew, "but I think I'll let the rest of the board make their presentations first." He feel back on the bed, savoring the feel and taste of the delectable bodies as they pressed against him: Gina's sweet breasts on his tongue, Robin's hands and lips as she caressed his torso, Lara's silky thighs and pussy as she rode him. It was a very productive morning meeting. The End Free Afternoon A free afternoon, a glass of wine, and thoughts of you. What else could I do? * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (10 min/mp3) * * * * * Free Appliance Repairs For some reason my wife seems to attract the attention of retired "old guys." I'm not sure why that is, but I'm guessing that a 40 plus year old woman still looks like a sweet young thing to a guy that's in his 60's or 70's. At the same time a younger guy might think that she was well past her prime. Just this past weekend she, and her sister were hit on by a couple of old men at a fast food place they'd met for breakfast. This brought to mind an encounter with a retired appliance repair man from a couple years ago. His attraction to her is true, the outcome of it is just a fantasy. This whole adventure started out when we received a recall notice on a dehumidifier and a list of places to take it in for repair. We checked around and found the one closest to where we live was a shop operated by a retired appliance repairman that worked out of his home. "T" called him up and made an appointment to bring it in for repairs. Later that night she told me about what a sweet old man he was, and how he had helped her unload it from the car and explained all that needed to be fixed because of the recall. She was impressed with his friendliness, but I commented that it was more likely that he was just flirting with her, and that he was enjoying her attention. I asked her what she was wearing when she went down to his shop and she told me that it was the same as what she now had on. I should say here that she was still dressed in shorts and a simple t-shirt, nothing fancy or exotic. But I'm sure he hadn't missed the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under the t-shirt. Her nipples were pushing against the fabric, it obvious that she was braless, as when she moved her tits swayed just enough to catch some one's attention. I teased her about it for the rest of the evening, but then let it drop until a couple days later when her called and said that it was ready for pickup. Since he had left a message for my wife I told her that her admirer was hoping to see her again, and perhaps she should wear something that would give him a little bit more of a show. She just laughed at that, but the next morning she was wearing a tank top, without a bra, and shorts and asked if I thought what she had on was appropriate to wear to get the dehumidifier. I indicated that I thought it was great, and that if she would bend down a bit he'd easily be able to catch a glimpse down her shirt, or perhaps even see both her tits clearly. As I left for work I told her I'd be waiting for a report of how her day had gone. When I got home that evening the dehumidifier was once again in the basement so I knew that she had kept her appointment with the repair man. She assured me that she'd had a couple of chances to bend down and give him a peek at her tits but that he'd been real discrete and didn't say anything to her. But she did see him looking down her tank top and she bent over to sign the receipt. She told he that once again he was very nice and polite and that he seemed to be lonely and wanted to talk way too much. After he helped her load it in the car for her he asked her to stay for a cup of coffee but she wasn't comfortable enough to do it since she was at his house by herself. A couple of months later our clothes dryer stopped working so I suggested that she call her admirer and see if he would come out and fix it. I teased her a bit about seeing if she could get the repairs done for free since he thought she was "so hot." Latter that day she called him and made an appointment for him on a day that we would both be at home. Since we had a couple of days wait before he came we talked about how we might have some fun, get the dryer fixed for free, and show some compassion on a lonely old man at the same time. When he arrived "T" was once again dressed in a tank top without a bra, and shorts. He showed up and we both met him at the door, and told him what the problem was. I told him that I was happy with his other work, and I was hoping that he would be be to fix this problem as easily. I also asked him to make sure that he gave us a really good deal on the repairs since we were repeat customers of his. He pulled in front of the tuck under garage and when he came into the basement I went upstairs to leave him alone with my wife. She later told me that he looked at her braless tits several times since it was quite cool in the basement and her nipples were very obviously hard and pointed. He went about his business and before very long asked that we come down so he could explain what was wrong. I told her to go ahead a see what's up and stayed upstairs. He was sitting on the floor of the laundry room holding a part that had burned out. Since he was on the floor my wife was very happy to have to bend down and inspect the part as he explained what it was supposed to do, and how it had failed. During this whole explanation her shirt was hanging open and her tits were on display right in front of his face! She told him to go ahead and fix it, and this time she told him that we expected him to give us a good deal on the cost of the repairs. As she came up she was amused that he'd actually had a difficult time sitting still on the floor in front of her, and she was sure that his discomfort was due to an erection, and not because the floor was hard. It didn't take too long, and he once again called up the steps that the repairs were finished and that we should come down and see that it was working. As she went back down the stairs I once again hollered down to him and said "thanks, and remember to give us a good price." "T" later told me that although he was not on the floor he was very exacting in explaining the repairs and kept on trying to catch a glimpse of her tits as she leaned over and pretended to be interested in what he was showing her. She worked at helping pick up his tools off the floor so he could get a few more times to peek down her shirt and as he put them away she made sure that he had a chance to bump her soft tits a couple of time with his elbow. When he started to write up the invoice she slipped her arm around him and reminded him to give us a good price. By doing this she had her tits fully pressed up against his arm and I think he was having trouble thinking clearly as he made several mistakes while writing up the bill. He added up the total, and after showing it to her she frowned at him and he quickly took off an extra 20% of the labor charge. "T" came upstairs with the bill, and although it was really a fair price I made some noise about it not being good enough and that she would have to work something out to do better. We both knew what that something was going to be, so as I wrote out a check for the cost of the parts she pulled her tank top over her head. She took the check and headed back to the basement. She later told me that he almost dropped his tool box when she came into the laundry room with her tits completely exposed and only my check in front of her. As we had decided several days before she told him "my husband wrote a check for the parts, but I have to pay off the labor charges." As calmly as if she was totally dressed she handed him the check and stood in front of him for a few moments so he could enjoy looking at her. He glanced up the steps a couple of times since he knew I was upstairs, but then seemed to not know what to do next as he was more than a little surprised. Perhaps stunned would be a better word? She asked him to write "paid in full" on the invoice and without knowing what would happen next he happily complied. I guess that she could have turned around then and left, but I had encouraged her to do whatever she wanted so she stayed put and backed him up against the newly fixed clothes dryer. She then reached down and unfastened his belt and as she slid down his zipper she also slid down on her knees in front of him. He just stood there in shock and watched as she pulled down his pants to expose his cock. She later told me that it never really got "rock hard" but that otherwise he was pretty average in size. She thought that perhaps it might have been years since anyone had touched his cock, and that maybe no one had ever down what she did next. Without saying a word she took a hold of him cock and after just a couple of licks took it into her mouth and started to suck on him. I should add her that she's really a good cock sucker and that she enjoys sucking cock as much as any other type of sexual experience. Perhaps the whole situation was too much for him, maybe the whole prelude of being flashed, and now having his cock sucked on was too much, but even for an old man, with only a semi-hard dick, he didn't last long. About the second time she took it out of her mouth so she could lick the outside of his shaft he started to cum. This meant that most of his cum hit her of the face and neck, but even when that happens she always manages to take the still spurting cock back into her mouth and finish the job. When he was done she stood up, picked up the bill and asked him to let himself out. She quickly moved up the stairs so she could remain in charge of the situation. As she same up to me I could see that her face, neck and now her tits were coated with blobs of a very yellow looking cum. She licked her lips a bit and showed me that she had also swallowed whatever had been in her mouth. When she handed me the "paid in full" bill we heard his truck drive out of the drive way. We were both laughing at his haste in leaving, and she said that it was kind of fun taking advantage of an "old man." I suggested that she could then take advantage of me, and since I had paid for the parts she could pay off the rest of the bill before she cleaned up! She laughed about that, but before long I added my load of cum to what she was already wearing. It was a wonderful way to be paid back!