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Mom on Top

By: Surt



Everybody having sex in this story is over 18; everything is all good and legal. Feedback is always appreciated, thanks for reading and enjoy. The Celebrity Templates are:

Garcelle Beauvais is Selena Saunders

Ziyi Zhang is Cynthia Karlson

***

"That will be sixty dollars ma'am."

"What! It says forty on the package!"

"Sorry ma'am, we had to put the price up due to demand."

This woman was Selena Saunders, and she was trying to buy a race-car set for her two sons. A recent divorcee, her husband ran off with a younger woman. She was married for almost 15 years and had two sons, Shawn, 12 and Michael, 10.

Selena was a Haitian-born beauty with dark, sensual curves, firm breasts and a full, firm ass. Selena's dominant 5'9 frame had got her some modelling work, but she quit all that after getting married. 

Selena was still considered to be highly attractive, but at 43, she didn't feel fully confident in flaunting her dynamite figure. 

Her husband left her the house, and it was a large house, so the up-keep for it was another expense. To make matters worse, the settlement money was frozen by his lawyers. Money was tight, so Selena had to cut back on a few luxuries. Only having $40 on her, Selena didn't want to disappoint her children. 

At that moment, she had a flashback to a conversation she had, with her new neighbour...

***

"Wow! how did you afford a rock like that?" Selena said in amazement as she held a woman's hand. 

"Oh husband, very rich man," replied the woman. 

Selena was at Cynthia Karlson's mansion-home for tea and biscuits. Cynthia was a very attractive Chinese woman who recently had married a rich white man. Cynthia had a son as well, he was in his teens. 

Cynthia had very delicate, beautiful features to her, along with a nice firm body. Selena had not only marvelled at the ring on Cynthia's finger but also at how smooth and delicate Cynthia's hands felt. 

Selena had taken a quick shine to Cynthia. She liked the way she laughed and behaved, Selena thought that Cynthia was really cute, it could be said that Selena had a mild attraction to Cynthia. 

The way she dressed and her attitude to life quickly dispelled the myth of the demure Asian wife, Cynthia was wearing a tight white tank-top and beige knee-length shorts.

"You should show more skin, you very sexy woman," Said Cynthia.

"Oh I don't know about that," replied a hesitant Selena.

"I dress like this now, and men do anything I say. Clean the gutter, wash the car, cut the lawn, all I need to do is ask while dressed like this."

Selena checked out what Cynthia was wearing and upon closer expectation, noticed she had no bra on.

"You just let them hang out like that?" said Selena while pointing at Cynthia's breasts. 

Cynthia flashed a big smile and said, "Yes, Husband says they better like this."

"He ain't wrong there...". 

***

Back at the toy store, and with only $40 in her pocket, Selena had a plan. 

"Look kids; Mr Fuji!" 

"Mr Fuji!" said the kids in delighted unison. They then ran off to the inflatable playground. Once they were out of sight, Selena made her move.

Selena had on a blue blouse and black trousers. She put the race cars down on the counter and got a foot closer to the cashier. He was a Caucasian nineteen year old working his first real job, he had brown hair and stylish glasses. 

Selena unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse to show the top of her breasts. All that running around after her kids had accumulated a nice sweat on her tits, and gave them a nice sheen. 

Selena gently bit her lower lip, made her voice deeper, and said, "Now, young man, is there anyway you can lower the price? Because I would really, really appreciate it."

The cashier was left speechless; he looked and admired the details on Selena: her smooth breasts, the edges of her purple bra, her sexy dark skin. 

After he had finished gawping at her, he pulled $20 out his own pocket, took the $40 Selena had and completed the transaction. Selena buttoned her blouse, winked at the cashier and said, "Thanks."

She felt an immediate wetness after she had flirted with the cashier; she quickly called her kids over and drove home. Selena felt very liberated, being in control, and making the man do whatever she wanted, was a huge turn-on for her. 

***

Selena went to sleep that night, thinking about what she had done, gently rubbing herself in her 'special' area. It was not just her actions that made her all wet, but also the feelings of power and control that gave her such a rush. 

The next morning, she awoke early to pay the milkman; the kids were asleep when the milkman knocked the door. Selena slept naked, whenever the milkman came over, she would get dressed. 

On that day, she had another idea. Instead of greeting the milkman fully-clothed, Selena wondered what would happen, if she greeted him while dressed scantly-clad. 

She put a loose-fitting sliver robe over her naked body. The robe had a big plunging neckline, which just about covered her nipples, the robe also showed off a lot of leg. She looked at herself in the mirror, and felt very excited. She heard a knock at her door, and went to greet him. 

When she opened the door to the milkman, his jaw was flung wide-open, he was momentarily speechless. Her dark, exotic body was driving the plain white milkman wild inside; he had a very visible hard-on. 

"G-g-good morning," the milkman stuttered out.

"Moring... so, how much?" she calmly asked.

"Ur I, umm," before he could finish what he was saying, Selena turned around, bent over to pick up the newspaper, and in a flash, the milkman saw Selena's juicy, smooth ass and shaven pussy. It took only half-a-second for Selena to have the milkman in her hands. "Umm, for today, it's free!" he said with a noticeable crack in his voice. 

Selena smiled and shut the door. 

She had completely worked the milkman, her plan was executed perfectly. From then on, Selena always made sure to wear very little when she paid the milkman, sometimes she wore a robe and other times it was a towel, either way, she always got free milk. 

Selena loved her new-found power over men, it made her feel invigorated and very, very excited.

***

Later on in the week, Selena went shopping with Cynthia. As they were walking around the mall, Selena told Cynthia about her encounters with the cashier and the milkman.

"Oh very good, you make progress being sexy, yes?" 

"I so did," replied Selena, "I didn't care that it felt slutty, I felt like I was in charge, on top, like I'm the alpha-woman using my ways to control these men."

"Very good!" Cynthia then suddenly got an idea, "Umm Selena, you go that way and I'll go this way, I want to buy you a surprise."

Selena agreed, and they both met up later at the food court. 

"So, what you get me?"

Cynthia opened a bag, looked to see if anyone was around, and showed Selena a leopard-print bikini/thong set.

Selena looked at Cynthia with concern, and said, "Umm, don't you think that's, you know...kinda wrong for me."

"Oh, this very important lesson, you must know this: men love stereotype, it makes them go wild, no? See, me, I Asian woman that smile and nod, yes? You black jungle woman, grr!" Cynthia made a claw with her hand, "grr! grr! See? You wear this, they think you lion woman from fantasy, and they do what you say."

Selena could not be offended with Cynthia, especially with her cute little lion roar. She thought about it, and agreed with her.

"But, why would I need a bikini and a thong?"

Cynthia giggled excitedly, "You were telling me earlier, about the pool-boy who want to be paid: I have plan. Me and you go to your pool, I join you. You put this on, he can't resist, you no pay!"

Selena put her thumb on Cynthia's chin, smiled at her and said, "You're just a devious lil girl, aren't you?"

***

Later on that day, Cynthia came over to Selena's house in a robe. They had both planned to relax by the pool, and do a little extra as well. 

Cynthia came in the house, and when she took her robe off, Selena was stunned. The bikini top was black and tiny; it barely covered her nipples and fit snugly on her. The matching thong was what stunned her: the thong-line was almost invisible, her whole ass was exposed.

Cynthia turned around and looked at Selena, "You like?" she asked.

"Uhh, Honey, you do know you're going outside in that thing?"

"Oh, I know."

Cynthia walked out the room, and sat on one of the poolside chairs. Selena went over to look at her bikini and when she did; she noticed that Cynthia had gotten her a tight-fitting bikini, almost a size too small. She went into her bedroom to get changed, as she did, she looked down her window to see Cynthia, laying there almost naked, she was glad her sons were not home. 

Selena came on out to the pool-area, in her bikini and a sarong to cover her thong, as instructed by Cynthia. Selena's tight bikini-top slightly exposed the bottoms of her breasts, which was Cynthia's intention when she brought it. Selena sat to the right of Cynthia. 

Both ladies attire got some male attention, and a quiet audience was formed. Both women could hear hushed comments from the open-windows and gardens of near-by homes. 

"I love that Asian woman, I love her! Look at her! Wow!"

"Damn that black milf is so hot! I wanna be all 'groovy' and 'fly' with her, they still into that stuff, right? 

"Dude! Look, Ms Karlson's ass cheeks can be seen! Come look bro! Her butt is awesome!"

Five minutes after the ladies had been seated; Chavo, the Latino pool-boy, arrived. He came from the backyard gate, and went up to Selena. He was taken aback by Selena's clothing; he had always seen her as a downtrodden mother, not as a sexy woman. He regained his composure and began to speak. 

"L-look here Miss Saunders, you didn't pay last week, and this pool needs to be clean. Your kids swim here, so it should be clean, yeah...So you owe me, like, thirty dollars!"

Selena got ready to stand up. What the pool-boy didn't notice as he spoke, was Cynthia, while he was speaking, Cynthia discreetly untied Selena's sarong. So as Selena stood up, the sarong came off.

Selena's stood there, almost naked, clad in a leopard bikini/thong, as she towered over the pool-boy, her bare, perfectly shaped, chocolate coloured, full, juicy ass on display, along with wild, untamed hair, pouty, full lips and sweat all over her body, she looked like the perfect black woman fantasy. 

Chavo was overcome with lust as this jungle-woman glared at him. An audible gasp could be heard from the peeking men. At the same time, Cynthia was tactfully rubbing lotion around her pert breasts.

"About the thirty dollars, umm, what's your name again? Oh never mind that. How about... I pay you half to clean the pool, and your reward is...That you get these two ladies wonderful company."

"Sure!" he said excitedly. 

"Oh, my pool too," said Cynthia as she pointed over to her house. 

"Ok, sure! Noooo problem, hee-hee."

"So that's both our pools, for fifteen dollars, and let's call today a 'free trial.'" 

Selena later fired the pool-boy and hired the local guys around the neighbourhood to not just clean her and Cynthia's pools, but wash her car, empty her gutters and mow her lawn, all for free.

***

Making men do her chores was useful, but that was not going to solve all her problems. Selena needed cash, so she decided to up her game and take things further. She had a meeting with her husband's lawyer, and decided that she was going to flaunt her 'persuasive' skills.

She wore a white blouse, black skirt, stockings and high-heels to the meeting; she got some cat-calls on the way there. The tightness of her skirt made her ass look like an "onion", according to one heckler.

Selena walked into the lawyer's office, and sat across from him. The lawyer was a middle-aged white man, with dark hair, and a less-then-impressive physique, he also had a pompous attitude; Selena took an immediate dislike to him.

"So, it looks like you'll have to wait three months for the settlement."

"Three months! That's just too long to wait."

"Well, you're just going to have to wait. These things take time, and I'm swapped as it is."

"Can't you speed things up?"

He gave of a pretentious laugh and said, "I don't think you know how these sort of things work, three months is at the very earliest you would get it."

"Well, all right, I'll have to wait...". 

After a long pause between the two, Selena asked, "That your new assistant?"

"Yes, fresh out of college."

"How many cocks you think she sucked?" She said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" said the flustered lawyer.

Selena then picked up a framed photo from the lawyer's table. "This your wife, she looks frigid, not a good lay, is she?"

"I think you better leave."

"Sugar, you don't want me to leave."

Selena then walked around the lawyer's desk and stood right in front of him. The lawyer was left speechless. 

"We're going to make a deal; I do something for you, you do something for me," Selena got on her knees, "Understand?"

The lawyer nodded intently. 

She proceeded to unzip his trousers, take his underwear off and stick his erect cock out. She first put her tongue on the tip of his cock and licked it ever-so-softly, like it was an ice cream cone. This drove the lawyer wild, he had to hold his desk to keep his balance. 

She took her time licking the edges of the cock, really making the lawyer savour it. After the cock was sufficiently moist, she put it in her mouth. She took long, deep sucks, putting her whole mouth in. The lawyer moaned in delight, trying not to be too loud, so that he didn't alert anybody.

After a few more sucks, she took her mouth out, put her hand on his cock, and transitioned into a handjob. 

A quick couple of strokes later, and his cum was on the ceiling, Selena made sure that none of the liquid went on her. 

She grabbed some nearby tissues and wiped her mouth, and left the tissues on his cock.

Before leaving, she looked back at him, and said, "I want my money, and soon."

As Selena was turning the doorknob, the lawyer said, "What makes you think...," the lawyer needed a second to catch his breath, "What makes you think, I'll get your money so soon?"

Selena looked at him and confidently stated, "Because, I know what size your cock is, and I know what kinda underwear you wear. You really shouldn't have worn Transformers underwear, it's such a giveaway."

***

Two days later, Selena got her settlement money. With all her money problems solved, Selena could finally relax. 

Even though she had whored herself out, Selena felt no regret over what she had done. Sucking that lawyer off didn't make her feel used or abused; it made her feel powerful and in-charge. She may have been the one on her knees, but it was her that benefited the most.

Life was so much easier for her when she used her feminine ways; she was thinking of more situations were she could use them, and thinking of her limits, of which she had few. 

A week after getting her money, Selena was lounging around at her home. Her kids came back from school, they were disappointed about something.

"Hey, what's wrong?" 

Both stayed silent before Shawn spoke, "We both tried out for the football team, but the coach said there was too many of 'us' already. What you think he meant by 'us', Michael?"

"How would I know? All I know is, is that we were the best damn guys there, and we still got cut. It's a screw job!"

"It's totally not fair! I'm so mad right now, I could, I could..." Shawn did a little mock cry into his arm.

"There, There, Shawn," said his brother as he slapped him on the back.

"What?" she said in shock, "I'll work this all out, you go over to your Aunt Cynthia's house, I'll be right back."

***

An hour later, Selena was knocking on the coach's door; she was wearing a grey overcoat. The football coach was a man of high-status in the middle school, it was rumoured that he was paid more then the principle. 

The coach was a tanned, bald, stocky middle-aged white man with a gruff demeanour. He opened the door and said, "What you want?"

"I'm the mother of Shawn and Michael; I want to ask why you rejected them?"

"Oh yes, them...umm...Well...you see? It was for political reasons; see, since we have enough...Um... we have enough people in the team."

"May I come in? "She calmly asked.

"Won't do much good talking about it, but all right."

"Anyone home?" 

"Not right now."

"Good," after saying that, Selena removed her coat to reveal a purple lace bra and thong set she had on underneath. 

The coach had a stunned expression on his face that quickly changed into a perverted grin.

"Let's finish this talk in the bedroom," Selena then proceeded to walk onward to the room

As Selena walked up the stairs, the coach watched in delight as she swayed her sexy black ass. He immediately took off all his clothes, ran into the bedroom after her, and leaped onto the bed. 

"Now, let's make this clear, we go by my rules," said Selena as she removed her bra and thong.

"Yeah, whatever the fuck you want," said the eager coach. 

A man like the middle-school football coach already had many mothers on their knees for him, so Selena went up a notch, and decided that she needed to have sex with him, but she would be in charge. 

Selena carefully positioned herself, took a condom out from her bra, put it on him, and inserted the coach's modestly-sized penis inside her. She started to ride him gently, on top, just as she liked it.

The coach remembered when he and his perverted friends used to talk about black women's nipples, the coach wanted to feel some for himself. 

He pinched Selena's dark nipples; Selena immediately slapped his hands off and said, "No pinches!" The coach then cupped Selena's round breasts. 

He rubbed his hands all over her tits while telling her he, "wished all the moms were like this."

He moved his hands over to her firm ass and took a good squeeze of it.

"Damn!" he said in amazement, "your ass is like two bowling balls, do all women like you have asses like this?"

"Uh, excuse me? All women like me?"

"Oh I, I meant all beautiful women," the coach said with a nervous laugh.

"Hmm, Good save... and no fingernails in my ass!"

After Selena reprimanded him, the coach took delicate feels of her gorgeous butt. After a few more minutes of Selena rocking back-and-forth on the coach's cock, she decided to talk business.

"So...my sons, they in the team?" 

"I don't give a fuck," he replied, "They can play every fucking game for all I care."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

"Yes, yes, whatever, oh don't stop."

Selena replied with a smile and decided to finish up. She rode his cock and transitioned into a quick handjob. A few strokes later and he was cumming. She quickly rolled over, and picked her clothes up. 

"Don't forget," Selena said while getting dressed. "If you don't play my boys in every game, I'll tell your wife you're circumcised." 

The coach just replied with a simple nod. By giving him five minutes of pleasure, she held something over the coach that she could use for many, many years. Selena may have prostituted herself, but it was the coach who was humbled. 

***

Later at Cynthia's house, Selena had arrived. She stood by the door and had her hands behind her back. She was breathing heavily and her hair was dishevelled. Her sons came to greet her.

"Boys, I got a surprise," she said with a smile

She then tossed them two football jerseys. The boys cheered and ran off back to their own house, delighted with the outcome. 

Before Selena went back to her home, she went to see Cynthia.

"Thanks for looking after the boys."


Mom on Top Ch. 02



There is no need to read 'Mom on Top Ch. 01' before reading this, since everything relevant to this chapter is explained at the start, though it is recommend since you will have a better understanding of what's going on. No one under the age of 18 in this story is involved with, or aware of, anything sexual going on around them. Feedback is always appreciated, thanks for reading and enjoy. The Celebrity Templates are:

Garcelle Beauvais is Selena Saunders

Kate del Castillo is Veronica Martinez 

***

Selena was always a naturally sexy woman: her curves, lips, body -- all made her look like she was tailor-made for amazing sex. But, throughout her life, she kept her sexuality restricted. Having social norms of "women doing it for themselves," and the like ingrained in her psyche, she hid her sexual side. 

A series of incidents made Selena set free that sexy side of hers, and in turn, her life took a more enjoyable and exciting twist. 

Selena Saunders was a 43 year old mother of two, she stood at a towering 5'9, had wild, Amazonian-like black hair, sexy chocolate skin, dark sensual curves, firm breasts and a full, firm ass. Her sons were Shawn, 13 and Michael, 11. She lived a life of luxury, having a large house in an upper-class area (known as Mara Road) and a pool to go along with it.

Her husband had divorced her and ran off with another woman, which had left her with some problems. Selena felt like she was in a rut; the men in her life, husband, lawyers, kid's coaches, were getting her down, so she decided to fight back, with her 'natural' talents.

From advice she had gotten from her neighbour, Cynthia, Selena upped her sex appeal, she wore more revealing clothes and flirted around a lot more. All of a sudden, men took notice, and life became easier for Selena, as these men were willing to give or do things for free. Though, some men needed more than a flash of T&A, and for those men, Selena would perform "extra" duties. 

At this point, all Selena's money problems had been solved; her ex-husband paid for everything, so she kept enjoying her lavish lifestyle, without working at all. But, of course, she still flaunted herself to the local men, just a little, to get the chores done around the house. All in all, life was good.

***

It was a hot summer's day; Selena was relaxing by her pool, wearing a tiger-print bikini-top and matching small-sarong. Underneath the sarong was a matching thong, but Selena knew that it was not what she showed that mattered, but what she didn't show. 

Selena was a tad depressed that her friend and sexual mentor, Cynthia, had moved away, they would usually sit together and watch as the neighbourhood guys would wash their cars, mow their lawns, clean their gutters, and whatever else that was needed to be done, all free of charge, of course.

As she relaxed on her pool side chair, she noticed that her grass was longer than it should've been, and not just that: the gutters had not been emptied and the pool had not been cleaned in a week.

She stood up, put her white robe on, and got ready to walk back into her house, but just before she did, two of her regular mowers walked by her back-fence and said hello.

"Umm sorry Miss Saunders, we not been able to help with your lawn, we been helping Miss Martinez with her stuff, she moved in a week ago," he wiped sweat of his hands as he spoke.

The other man started to blush and was grinning, "Yeah, Miss Martinez is so nice, she really grateful; she lives in Miss Karlson's old place."

"Oh really?" replied a ticked off Selena.

She walked past the two guys, and walked across the street, barefooted while wearing her small robe. She got many looks from residents as she paced across the street, her bare feet smacking against the hot pavement, onward to the house occupied by Miss Martinez. 

She knocked the door and got no answer. After hearing a commotion coming from the back, she went through the open gate, to the garden of Miss Martinez.

Miss Martinez was lying down on a towel, face-first, topless, and wearing a super-tight, small, black bikini-bottom. She was a petite Latina woman with a small waist, creamy mocha skin, nice round, pert breasts, and a firm, full-figured, delicious ass, with her neat black hair tied back behind her head.

She looked up when she saw Selena; she grabbed her breasts, got on her knees, and got up to talk to her.

"Hello there," she spoke in a thick Mexican accent. She held her breasts while crossing her arms, her boobs looked like two perfectly-shaped small globes as they gently jiggled in her hands, her whole body radiating from a combination of sun cream and sweat. 

Selena looked her up-and-down and put her hands on her hips, "Hello, I'm Selena, I live across the street."

"Oh, you're Selena?" she said with some surprise, "I heard about you from the local men, hmm, with a name like yours, I was expecting a fellow Latina, oh how rude of me, I never told you my name, I'm Veronica Martinez."

After a brief pause, Selena moved near Veronica, and whispered, "Before you moved in, those men were doing those jobs for me."

"Really? I'm so sorry, but I can't help it that men want to do things for me, it would be so rude of me to say no," just as she said that, a rotund teenager, blond with curls in his hair, nervously approached Veronica.

"Umm, Miss Martinez, I cleaned your windows for you," his eyes darted around as he tried not to stare at Veronica's sweetly sweaty breasts.

"I thought you were meant to clean my windows, Morty?"

"S-S-Sorry, Miss Saunders, I been...busy."

"Thank you so much," smiled Veronica as she gave him a sultry look. 

Just then, Veronica looked down at her leg, and noticed a clear white substance slowly dripping down her thighs. 

"Oh my, some sun cream has slipped off, Morty could you wipe that for me?"

Morty nodded intently, took a big gulp, and led his jittery hand slowly toward Veronica's leg. But, just before he could touch her, Selena put her hand on Veronica's leg and wiped away the cream!

"I got that for you," said Selena with a smirk as she wiped her delicate fingers across Veronica's toned thigh. 

"How nice of you, thank you," Veronica replied with a fake smile.

Morty's chest got tight as he watched this sexy black woman rub what looked like cream of a hot Latina woman's thighs. 

Selena stepped back and examined her fingers; Veronica quietly giggled, looked at Morty and said, "Bye now."

Morty smiled, wiped the sweat of his brow, mumbled bye, and walked off. 

"Hmm, that's odd," noted Selena as she looked at her fingers, "this sun cream feels like nothing I have ever used before."

Veronica bit her lower lip, "It's a...special Mexican blend." 

Selena glared at Veronica."Oh, really?" she replied.

"Is there a problem?" Veronica asked with an obviously put-on innocent expression.

"None at all," Selena replied with a smirk. 

"Good," smiled Veronica, "I have to get dressed; my son is coming home from school soon. I'll be seeing you, Selena."

***

Selena did some asking around and found some information on Veronica Martinez. She moved from Mexico City, her husband was a successful lawyer; she was 35 years old and very well-off financially. Selena had to deal with a younger, richer, and more daring rival -- she viewed this as challenger to her domain; this was getting her excited, as she was getting bored with how things were going. 

Unsure of her next move, Selena called an old friend.

"...Hello?"

"Hello, it's me, how you been doing, Cynthia?"

"Selena! How good to hear from you. I been really good, how about you?"

"I been great, but I have one little problem."

"Oh?"

"Yes, a new woman has moved in, to your house, she shows more skin than me, and is a giant flirt; all the men are flocking to her, I'm losing the men to her."

"Ah, yes, so you want to play game with her?"

"Yes," said Selena excitedly, "It's got me...excited! I was thinking I would just go topless too, but that would just mean that we would be at a stalemate, I want something that will help me win."

"Ahhh, then for you, I have a plan. Let me think...you showed skin, then she showed more skin, so you must...I got it! This what you do: first, leave your boys at my house, second, go look sexy, then go to a club or a bar, and pick any man..."

***

Selena's front door flung open as she was getting kissed by the man she picked-up at the bar. Not wanting to waste time, she was on him as soon as he entered the house. He was a generic, white, dark haired, college student-type guy; she never even bothered to remember his name.

They were kissing each other passionately in the hallway, his hands hurryingly peeling off her slinky black dress, both feeling the electricity between them as they rubbed against each other. She then quickly kicked her heels off, and led him to the bedroom. 

At the bedroom doorway, she ripped his shirt off and pushed him onto the bed. Selena paused to catch her breath as the man threw his shoes off and unbuckled his jeans.

As he was getting undressed, Selena went near the bedroom window, flung the curtains wide open, and opened the window as wide as she could. She turned around, stared at the fully naked man in her bed, smiled, tossed her black bra at him, and tore off her panties. 

She jumped right on the man, and with no wasted motion, put his cock inside her. She jumped up-and-down on the man's hefty penis as he grabbed, felt, and slapped her juicy, full ass. 

Selena was loving the feeling of having a real cock inside her; it was the first time in a long time for her. The man just loved the free, easy, hot sex he was having with the black milf he met in a bar; he didn't care at all about her intentions. 

He rubbed her hips and licked her chocolate nipples, which got her feeling positively wet. She was keeping a firm grip on the back of his neck as she drove herself deep into him

They moved to the centre of the bed, Selena got on top and rode the man. As he lay on his back, he kept a hold of her hips as she rolled her hands around his chest and hopped up-and-down his cock. 

"Oh yeah baby, oh yeah," he groaned in a deep voice.

"No talking," replied a stern Selena.

"Ok." 

She turned around, to the left side of the bed, quite close to the window, let the man get on top and let him pump his cock right into her. 

"Oh yes!" she screamed out the window, "Oh god yes!"

She put the man closer to her face, letting his cock go in deeper. He moved himself near her face and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips.

"Mhmmhm," she gently shoved him off her face, "no kissing," she ordered. 

The man shrugged, put his lips on her neck and nibbled on it; Selena approved. He licked her dark skin as he continued to drill her hard; Selena was getting majorly turned-on by his efforts. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

The man, getting very turned-on by the dirty talk, pumped her harder and faster. Selena's vocal chords were sufficiently warmed-up, she got herself ready, and shouted as loud as possible right into the open window.

"Oh yes!!! Oh! Oh! Oh!!! Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Oh my god, yes!!! Harder!!! Harder!!! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!! Yes, fuck me!!!

Her high-pitched moans and groans had got lights going on all over the street; she had eager men all opening their windows to take a listen in. Selena saved her loudest screams for when she was just about ready to climax.

"Harder! Harder! Harder!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME! OHHHHH!!! OHHHHH!!! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! YES! YES! YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!!!! OH GOD YES! OH YES! FUCK ME YES! OH YES! Oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh, oh."

Veronica was awoken by the loud moans, so was her husband. She turned around in her bed to look at him. 

"You hear that?" 

"Hmmm, Heeheehee, you know I did," said her husband as he pointed to his erect cock. 

Veronica gave a look of disgust to her husband, slapped him on the shoulder, moved to her side and tried to get back to sleep; she knew that Selena had upped her game -- by several notches.

***

The next morning, Mara Road was buzzing with what Selena did. Some groups were horrified with what she had done: the soccer moms were not happy, but the fathers and the other men of the street were eager and willing to get-to-know and help out the single mother. 

That afternoon, Selena awoke to find her garden neatly cut, her car sparkling, and even her driveway clean. Without even asking, the guys who lived on the street had done all that, just because of her performance. The man she brought over had slinked away in the dead of night, she didn't really care, but she did keep his number. 

Selena took a shower, put her robe on, sipped her coffee, and looked down at the street, to see what kind of reaction her sons would get when they returned home. 

***

Shawn and Michael were walking home with new friend and fellow middle school football player, Miguel. Miguel was the son of Veronica and in the same grade as Shawn. 

Shawn and Michael were of mixed-race descent, with their father being white and their mother, of course, being black 

Both had the same hairstyle, wavy black hair, though Michael had his in a ponytail, while Shawn let his be all natural and loose, both sons were also quite tall for their ages. Shawn had a more raspy voice while his younger brother Michael had a kind of know-it-all tone to his. 

"Isn't Coach more friendlily with us, he lets us play all the time, Me and Shawn got no playtime before, and now we get lots! You too Miguel, at first he didn't like you, but then, all of a sudden, you're on the team! How crazy is that?"

"You know Miguel? We think you're really cool, you can be part of our little group here," noted Shawn.

"Oh thank you, my friends," replied Miguel in his Mexican accent.

"And as the only minority children here, we all share a basic kinship," added Michael.

All of a sudden, as they were walking, the kids were stopped by Chavo, the Latino pool boy.

"Hey I know you!" pointed Shawn, "You used to clean the pool!"

"I think he got fired," noted Michael.

"Yes, and I'm really sorry about all that, look, ok? Tell your mom I will clean her pool, for free, ok? Me," he said as he pointed at himself with his hands, "I will do it, wash her pool, for free, ok? You cool with that?" 

Shawn looked at his brother and replied, "Umm...ok?"

"Great, Great!" Chavo stumbled over himself as he ran back to his van. "Same offer for your family, Miguel!" he said before he closed the door.

"What was that all about? Asked Shawn.

"I got no idea," replied Michael.

Then, as they continued to walk, Morty, the tubby teen that had curly blond hair, stopped the kids to tell them something. 

"Hey~ kids, how you doing, you doing alright?" 

"That's Morty, you're Morty!" said Shawn as he pointed 

"You're right there, Shawn, and what's unique about Morty is that he is eighteen years old: which means he can say and do things that we are not allowed to."

"Right... So anyway, yeah, I just want your mom to know, that I will wash her windows, for free, for whenever, cool, cool, are we cool about that? I'm serious; I will wash those windows at four am if I'm told to."

Shawn and Michael looked at each other with puzzled expressions, with Shawn replying, "Umm...Sure?"

"Great, that's just great, I'm happy with that...see ya!" Morty walked on home.

As soon as he was gone, Miguel asked, "Hey friends, why are so many people willing to do things around your house? It's the same for me as well, I just don't understand."

Michael put his arm around Miguel, sighed, and looked into the distance. "Miguel, we have absolutely no idea what's going on around us."

***

Selena, pleased with the results of the plan, got dressed, wore blue jeans and a white t-shirt, greeted her kids, and went off to Veronica's house to declare victory.

As she walked down the street, she waved to all the men who stared at and whispered about her: this was the good kind of attention she wanted. She could hear some of the men's remarks.

"Wow, look, that's her! The woman that moaned so loudly last night."

"Holy crap! Check out the black lady! So hot! I want some of that!"

"Look how tight her ass is in those jeans! That's what's known as a 'booty'? Right? God I want that 'booty.'"

"I wanna jungle boogie with her all night, damn that Selena is hot!"

She smiled to herself as she heard the men's comments. She got to Veronica's house and knocked on the door.

Veronica, who was wearing a white tank-top and tight blue track-pants, stared a hole into Selena; it was a really menacing glare.

"Hey! What was with that stunt you pulled!?"

"That? I just took back what was mine."

"Why you! I'm not a single woman like you; I can't do that kind of crazy sex! All the men are now flocking to you!"

Selena shrugged and smirked, "I guess it's one of the benefits to not having a husband."

"Why you..." Veronica then looked down at the floor with a glum expression.

There was a brief pause before Selena tilted her head, and asked, "Hey, you ok?"

"Like you would care."

"Hey," Selena said in a soothing tone, "that was all just a friendly game, what's really bothering you 

"It's just that...when the guys were around me...I-I was trying to get my husband jealous, that's why I went all topless... but he never really noticed what was going on, and..."

Selena, having had marital troubles of her own, felt for Veronica.

"Come," she said holding Veronica's shoulder, "I know what it's like, you tell me everything over some coffee."

"I-I don't know about--"

"Come on, no excuses."

Veronica meekly agreed. They went into the kitchen and talked.

***

"...And you groaning right out the window, you must tell me how you came up with that; that was so smart!"

"Well, it was a friend's idea, so I can't take all the credit."

"I know that I never moaned that much in a long, long time. Oh, you got to tell me; what was the guy like!?"

"Hmm, he was a real piece of man-meat; I might need to use him again."

After chatting for a few hours, with Veronica and Selena telling each other about their lives, their interests, etc, it turned out they had a lot more in common than they thought. The two of them were turning from enemies to friends.

"So, what do you suspect your husband has been doing?"

Veronica took a deep breath, "Well, I can't prove anything, but I think he's been cheating on me."

"You have any sort of proof?"

"Well, he comes home late, all his assistants are little, tight, little college bitches, and he always has a new one every week! He must be cheating, I know it."

"Hmm," pondered Selena, "If only you could catch him in the act."

"I can't! He has cameras in his office; he always knows when to kick one of his bitches away!"

Selena paused to think. "What if...what if you make one of these women admit to what they did?"

Veronica got a cross look on her face, "Those little whores can never admit to anything! They get bad reputations if they even dare to complain, and he can sue them if they even try! I didn't marry an idiot, and now that turns out to be a bad thing for me!"

"So... you need someone that can help you catch your husband in the act, someone desirable to him?" Selena puckered her lips, fluttered her eyelids, and fluffed her hair.

"No, are you saying? You?"

"Yes, me, I'm willing to help you. I can catch him in the act," she went into her back pocket and picked out her IPhone, "with this, I can make him confess and record it for you."

"That's so crazy!"

"I know," she said with a big smile and with a wild look in her eyes, "but I find that living on the wildside is alot more fun."




Mom on Top Ch. 02



Veronica pondered the offer, "It's so crazy...but, it could work."

"Only if you don't mind me and your husband...you know, getting physical."

"That? I won't care even a little, as long as I got something over that pendejo...But... what's in it for you, you want money?"

Selena shook her head, "No, no, no, this is not about money, it's about me helping someone who was in my situation. Though I do get a little something out of it...I want you and me to share the street, deal?"

"You one gutsy woman...we have a deal!"

Selena rubbed her hands, "This will be easy; I just hope he's no slob."

"Me? Marry a man like that? Oh no, no. You wait five minutes, and you see him, he's very smooth."

Selena and Veronica sat around for a little and went over the plan. After a while, Veronica's husband came home.

"Hello, I'm home, I hope Miguel did well in football practice," he stopped in his tracks when he saw Selena sitting next to his wife; he gave her a wry smile. His name was Andrés; he was a big, strong, tall, powerful looking man with broad shoulders, light brown skin and a little stubble on his face, he was wearing a beige suit. 

Veronica stood up, "I'll see if Miguel needs anything, you show Selena the door."

After she had left the kitchen, Selena got out of her chair, and gave Andrés a look with her eyes that just screamed, "Fuck me."

Andrés nervously laughed as he walked with her to the hallway. 

"So you're a lawyer right"?

"Yes, yes," he said in his Mexican accent, "For fourteen years now."

"Oh really? Impressive," she replied with a sultry slur. 

"Think so? Oh well then...Maybe me and Veronica can have dinner with you and your husband?"

"He is out of the picture."

Andrés knew that she had no husband, but he wanted to make sure. "Oh I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, really."

"A woman like you? You really with no one?"

"Yes, no one..."

He opened her the door, with his shoulder brushing next to her as she left. 

Before she walked off, she turned around, and said, "I may need your help...legal issues and all, feel free to stop by, alone."

She went on home, making sure to sway her hips so that he could appreciate her fine ass. The game was well and truly on. 

***

Over the next few days, Selena made sure to take time out of her busy schedule to chit-chat with Andrés. After a week or so of mildly flirtatious chat, she decided to make her move. 

At around 2pm, Andrés arrived on Mara Road. Just before he went in his home, Selena approached him. She was wearing a grey tank-top and black trousers. She ran over to him, making sure she got a good jiggle going as she approached him.

"So sorry to bother you," she said while breathing heavily, "but I got this, this problem with the washing machine, and was hoping you would take a quick look." Selena had been informed by Veronica that Andrés thought of himself as a handyman. 

"Oh that? Sure! Piece of cake." 

"Great, thanks." 

He walked into her home, tossed his suit jacket on the couch and pulled his sleeves up, "Ok, let's fix this!"

He kneeled down to take a look at what was wrong with the washer, as he did; Selena took out her phone, and set it to Record.

She went into the kitchen and put the phone on the table discreetly, making sure he would not notice it. 

"Well, this may be a tough one, cause your washer looks fine."

"Oh really?

"It must be the drainage; I will take a closer look."

She kneeled down next to him, and said in a husky voice, "It was never broken..." 

He looked at her and smiled. "Tsk, Tsk... And here you got me all excited over a broken washer."

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I needed a reason..."

"A reason for what exactly?"

"Well..." Selena pointed at her lips, "I've been lacking moisture, and was hoping you can help me," she made a circle around her lips, "just around here, it's really, really dry."

"Ahahaha! I think I can help you with that," he got up from his knees, and sat on a nearby chair.

Selena smiled, slowly got on her knees, on her hands, and crawled over to him.

She went to his trousers, unzipped them, and pulled down both his trousers and underwear. 

Andrés, being such a conceited individual, was so used to having women throw themselves at him, that he suspected nothing; he genuinely believed that she wanted him.

She licked the tip of his cock like it was an ice-cream cone; he shook his legs wildly as she used her impeccable technique on him. To further aid his pleasure, she used her delicate fingers to gently poke his inner-thigh region, making him quiver widely in the process.

After a few more licks, she put both her hands on his inner-thigh region, and inserted his large cock into her mouth, taking long, deep sucks of his long iron rod.

"Ohhh yeah!" he moaned under his breath, "Yeah!"

She took his cock out her mouth and looked him in the eyes, "I am soooo turned on, so very turned on by dominate men who know how to control a woman."

"Yeah?" 

"Yes," she took a quick suck of his cock, and asked, "Please, oh please, tell me, tell me all about the women you dominated, oh please? ohhh."

"Oh yes," he said as he rubbed her luxurious, soft black hair. "So many, there are so many..."

"Tell me everything."

"Well...There was that white college girl, she was my first employee. I fucked her over my desk, had to promote the bitch to keep her quiet, but, damn! What a tight cunt she was."

"Yes!" said Selena with fake enthusiasm. She kissed his cock, and pleaded to him, "Tell me more!"

"There was the other white college girl, oh god you're gonna love this: every time she came to work, she would strip off, right in front of me, and keep only her, and this is important, only her socks and panties on. So all day, in my office, I would do what I wanted to her! I spanked her like a bad girl during my breaks, made her take phone calls while I licked her pussy, even made her suck my cock while I was on the phone! Ha-ha, fucking Clarisse, what a good bitch she was."

"Oh my, wow, you are such a man! Please, tell me more!"

It seemed that he, himself, was getting turned-on by telling her about his exploits, she let him continue: "There was that tiny Asian girl, Gina, oh of course; she was a woman, but man! That little chick fucked like a firecracker! I used to eat of her, yes, eat food of her fucking body! Hahaha! Yes, I owned that bitch."

"Big assed Tina, I fucked her in the office, so many, many times -- more than any other cause I never met a white girl with such a butt! First thing I did when I met her was slap her ass! It was anal every time with that bitch!"

"That Indian chick, Rina, I made her do some dances for me! She got off on being my slave, and me, her master! I humli-fucked her so much! Oh god I loved that, I loved owning that tight bitch! Can you believe she wanted to get serious with me? Ha! Had to let the bitch go when she started talking marriage." 

"Oh, oh! There was Big, big, big tits Shauna, I tity fucked her! Never met a woman with such huge breasts! So I used them to the best of their abilities! Ha! That bitch still works for me! First thing I do when I see her is cum on her tits!"

Having more than enough information, and not wanting any mess on her clean kitchen floor, she took his cock out her mouth, and said, "Oh shit, I think today is the day that my kids don't have football practice. You better leave."

"Well can't you finish me up?"

She awkwardly giggled, "I would love to, you know that, but if they catch us, you won't get any repeat visits."

"Oh...Damn, yeah, you're right," he quickly pulled his pants up and rushed out the door. As he was walking back to his house, Selena sent Veronica the audio file, and let all hell break loose at the Martinez house.

***

It was a typical sunny day on Mara Road; Selena was relaxing at poolside along with her neighbour Veronica. Veronica wore a small floral bikini-top with little flowery bikini bottoms, while Selena had on a black bikini top, with matching tight bottoms. 

"So I get everything?" asked Veronica 

"Yes, everything."

"Even the house, the cars, all of it?"

"Not just that: he will also keep on paying for everything, so same lifestyle, but no man."

Selena then looked to her right, one of the neighbourhood men was mowing her lawn. "You're looking really good, Stan, really fit, that mower must be a toy for you to handle."

Stan blushed and grinned widely, "Thank you, I try..."

Selena turned to Veronica and whispered, "See what I did there? First, I told him how good he looks, that will make him think there is a benefit to mowing my lawn. Second, now he thinks mowing my lawn makes him fitter, which means he will keep doing it for free."

"Oh my, that is so smart! You manipulate so well, oh let me try!" 

"Stan," shouted Veronica, "Have your arms gotten bigger since we last met? You look like a strong bullfighter; I like how you control that big machine!"

He blushed even more, "T-Thank you, I'll get right to work on your lawn after I'm done here..."

Both women exchanged knowing smiles with each other. Selena picked up her wine glass, as did Veronica.

"Oh, one more thing," Selena waved her fingers to Veronica. 

"Hmm?" Veronica put her face closer to Selena, and unexpectedly, got a moist, wet peck on the lips! It was only for a second, but Selena's juicy lips took Veronica's breath away.

Selena pulled back, Stan almost fell down after witnessing the two women kiss. Veronica giggled as she rubbed her lips, blushing, still feeling the tingle she had gotten from Selena's lips.

"That will get them talking," Selena said with a devilish grin.

"That sure will!"

"Now, let's toast."

"To my cheating, lying husband being gone?"

"Yes, but not just that, but to us: the Moms on Top."

End



Mom on Top Ch. 03



There is no need to read 'Mom On Top Ch. 01 & Ch. 02 'before reading this, since everything relevant to this chapter is explained at the start, though it is recommend since you would have a better understanding of what's going on. No one under the age of 18 in this story is involved with, or aware of, anything sexual going on around them. Feedback is always appreciated, thanks for reading and enjoy. The Celebrity Templates are:

Garcelle Beauvais is Selena Saunders

Kate del Castillo is Veronica Martinez

Malaika Arora Khan is Reshma "Tantric" Rao 

Linda Park is Lily Kwon

Tia Carrere is Althea "Honolulu" Janairo 

***

Selena Saunders was a woman that had grown accustomed to getting her own way; for the past year she had used her femininity to get certain favours done for her. She was without a doubt the Queen Bee of Mara Road. 

But, Selena felt threatened by the arrival of a younger, more daring rival, that being Veronica, but Selena was able to outperform Veronica where it counts: the bedroom. Selena brought home a man and had loud, veracious sex -- with her windows wide open; just like that, the men of Mara Road were flocking back to her.

Instead of making Veronica her enemy, Selena decided to make amends with her. She helped Veronica expose the lying, cheating methods of the Latina woman's husband, thus allowing Veronica a hefty percentage of his wealth in the eventual divorce.

Selena Saunders was a 43-year-old Haitian-born mother of two; she stood at a towering 5'9; had wild, Amazonian-like black hair; sexy chocolate skin; dark sensual curves; firm breasts and a full yet firm juicy ass. Her sons were Shawn, 13 and Michael, 11. She lived a life of luxury, having a large house in an upper-class area (the aforementioned Mara Road.

Veronica Martinez, Selena's new best friend, was a 35-year-old Latina mother of one. She had a petite 5'4 figure; creamy mocha skin; neatly straight black hair; a small waist; nice round, pert breasts; and a firm, full-figured, delicious ass. Her son was Miguel, 13.

Now friends, both women spent their days relaxing, enjoying the perks of being the two most exotic beauties on a road well-known for its wealthy occupants...

***

Monday -- 2:00 pm 

It was another sunny day on Mara Road. Selena was by her pool, along with her friend Veronica. Both women were positively sizzling in their bikinis: Selena in a tight-fitting black bikini top and black bottoms and Veronica in a small dark-red top with matching low-rising bottoms. Both women were relaxing on their poolside chairs.

"Hmm, I love it that our boys have football practice in the afternoon," remarked Veronica in her sexy Mexican accent, "it gives us more time to... relax."

"You not wrong there," replied Selena in her seductive deep voice. She rubbed some lotion on her smooth, sexy legs, "The guys done for the day?" Selena handed Veronica the lotion.

Veronica took the bottle and rubbed the lotion on her shoulders, "It seems like all the men have finished their chores, I mean there is only so much grass you can cut, and our windows are as clean as they're ever going to be."

Selena shrugged her shoulders, "We have all these men doing these 'chores' for us, you think they'd expect us to repay the favour."

"It's as you said, just being near us is their reward."

"But these men have been doing these chores for a year now; I think some of them must be frustrated by now."

Veronica smirked, "These men are sex-starved, you seen the ones that have wives, they all frigid white women who make their men work to the bone; we bring a little spice to this street, you know?"

"Yes, we are the only ethnic women here."

"Hmm, your thinking is quite strange today, you feeling ok?"

"I'm fine, I was just wondering," Selena was pondering, "you think there is a way we can make these men feel like they're not being used?"

"You could service them," half-joked Veronica, "you done it before."

"That was just because I needed something from them," retorted Selena, "I don't do that with just anyone."

"If only we could make you," giggled Veronica, "we could get so much money, that's what all the men here really want, they wanna be having sex with you, they would pay so well too"

"Me? No way am I becoming a whore that does deeds for money, I have too much dignity for that."

"Honestly, if I was not so rich, I'd be having sex with these men, I mean, these men, they have so much cash to spare," remarked Veronica. 

"Yes, you're right; these men do have cash to spare," replied Selena.

"Would be nice to have our very own source of money; we can stick it to our dirtbag husbands."

"That's right; we can't always be relying on our husbands." A thought was creeping into Selena's mind, "...If only we could find women with the same attributes we have, that being ethnic, if we get them doing what we don't want to do, we could get some serious money. You always mention that you know some women that are dying to meet the rich men that live here, right?"

"Umm, Yes."

"And, you know, what kind of women are they?"

"Oh they Asian, Filipino, Chinese, Japanese, African: none of them are like the women here; they see these men as big white cash machines."

"Perfect!"

Veronica looked slightly puzzled, "Wait, you want me to bring some of these women over here so that they can have sex for money!? They have a name for those places, it's a brothel! A whore house!"

"It won't be a brothel, oh no, this will be all legal. It will be a 'massage parlour.' Get it?"

Veronica waggled her finger, "Oh no, are you sure that's legal?"

"Perfectly legal, the law allows these sorts of places."

"Hmm, I think I know what you're talking about, I know of men that visit these 'massage parlours,' I always wondered what they were... so, if we put one on Mara Road, with all these rich white men."

"A real money spinner."

"Yes, yes!" shrieked Veronica, "I like it! We can do it in my house, I have three spare bedrooms."

Selena had a wild grin on her face. "This sounds like it will be fun, let's do this--" 

Just then, the ladies were interrupted when Morty, the rotund white teenager with blond curly hair, fell out of a bush and landed on his face; he had clearly heard everything.

The two women stood up after being alarmed by his intrusion. He held his hands up and backed away from them.

"You peeking little jerk!" shouted Veronica. 

"L-listen, p-please, I'm not here to do anything bad, please, listen, I was listening and I-I, I love the plan, please, listen: I so understand what you two are trying to do, I really do and I want to help."

"Get up," ordered Selena.

Morty got up, dusted himself off, composed himself, and pleaded with the ladies. "I know what men like, really, I know what turns guys on! Oh, no! No! Not in that kinda way, I know what turns men on, like, what turns me on."

He paused to collect his thoughts, "Umm, this is tough to explain, b-but I can help with the women you're going to hire, I can package them, you know? Like you two, you two, the image you two give off: I have fantasies of you both all the time, Miss Saunders as a sexy jungle woman that captures me and has sex with me, Miss Martinez as a sexy Latina fugitive that forces me to stash the money, and while we on the road, she gives me one blowjob, just one, cause she's like that."

Veronica looked confused, but Selena had understood Morty's message, "Basically, what you are trying to say, in a roundabout way, is that you know how to market ethnic women to white men?"

"Yes, exactly! All I do is watch porn; I know all about sexy stereotypes, I was born for this role!"

"Hmm, what you think Veronica? He sounds eager, and knows what he's talking about, should we let him in on our little project?"

"I don't know, he looks like a squealer, he might tattle."

"I won't, I swear!"

Selena sighed, "Well, since he's heard everything, and apparently knows what men like... I guess he's in."

"Oh thank you, thank you! You will not regret this! Thank you!" 

Veronica turned around to whisper something to Selena, and as her back was to Morty, he noticed that her bikini-bottoms had rode-up, exposing a large portion of Veronica's juicy, round Latina butt. 

Veronica felt a perverted glare coming from behind her, turned and shouted, "Hey! Stop leering, we business partners now, that's unprofessional!"

*** 

Wednesday -- 12:30 pm

Veronica had gathered the women for the prospective 'massage parlour,' there were three of them and they were seated on the couch. Selena and Morty were also there to assess the women.

Veronica, wearing a super-tight black dress with heels, addressed the women. "Ok, me and my colleague, Mortimer, will be assessing you one-by-one. We would like each of you to state your name and your reasons for joining this 'massage parlour,'" Veronica turned to Selena and grinned, "Wow, I feel so professional!"

Selena, who was standing in the background, smiled and nodded.

First to receive judgement was the woman seated on the left. 

"Could you state your name and please explain your situation?" Veronica polity stated.

"Me? My name is Reshma." Reshma Rao was a stunningly sexy, 36-year-old Indian woman. She was 5'6; had simply delicious brown skin; medium-length black hair; seductive brown eyes; a tasty fit body; long sexy legs; perky, finely-formed breasts, and a toned, perfectly round ass. She was wearing a white t-shirt and tight black jeans.

She spoke in an Indian accent. "I'm originally from Mumbai, I moved to America almost twelve years ago, me and my husband, I should say ex-husband, divorced two years ago. My reasons for wanting this, umm, job is because, as Veronica said, it is a job where we get paid well for, what we are told, is minimal effort."

"Yes, it's all out-of-shape rich white men; you have it easy, and get easy money. So, Morty, what you think?" 

Morty looked at Reshma, rubbed his chin and pondered, "Hmm, you see...I dig it, I really, really dig it; I'm just gonna put this out there: I'm hard. As a white American teen, I want you to rub oil on me, but that's just my first reaction."

Reshma had a look of disgust on her face as the American teenager drooled all over her. "God! I'm not having sex with fat American boys; the deal was I would only be with rich men."

"First off, not a boy, eighteen, legal, secondly, the fire you just showed, love it, love it, we can work with that...Hmm...I got it! We will call you Tantric and build off that whole Kama Sutra vibe you got going, it'll be great!"

Reshma flicked her hair and shrugged her shoulders, "Ok, fine."

The group shifted their focus to the woman seated in the middle. 

"Veronica, could you please tell me who this is?" asked Morty.

"Umm, this is, umm..."

"My name is Lily Kwon." Lily Kwon was a 28-year-old Korean woman with a solid 5'5 frame; smooth, shiny black hair; sexy oriental facial features; plucky lips; deliciously pert, mouth-watering breasts, and a cute, tight ass.

"I really have no situation: I just want the money," she spoke in an American accent, which disappointed Morty.

"Hmm...Ok, first off, love the name, we can so use that, great, great, but can you try not to speak too much? When you have clients, try to limit the amount of words you use, trust me, the guys will love that."

"What?"

"Ok, great, let's take a look at the last woman here."

Finally, they took a look at the woman on the right side of the couch. 

"Umm," Veronica was trying to remember the woman's name, "was it... Alteho?"

"It's Althea." Althea Janairo was a beautiful mixed-race woman with glorious bronze skin; estimated to be in her early-40's; with a sizzling shapely figure; luxurious brown hair; come-hither eyes; a juicy, spankable ass and mature, very well-aged breasts. She also had a certain air of elegance around her.

Morty seemed confused, "So, Althea, umm, what exactly is your race?"

"I am part-Filipino, and part-Spanish," she proudly stated.

Morty threw his arms up in the air, "Arr! That won't work: Listen, as smoking hot as you are, guys usually want one or the other."

"Oh, oh, she's from Hawaii," noted Veronica.

He snapped his fingers and pointed at Althea, "Perfect! We will call you Honolulu and dress you in hula gear."

"Wait, wha--"

"Ok, great!" said Morty, "It's all settled, I'll go buy the costumes!"

"Oh wait," Reshma raised her hand, "I have a son and no one to take care of him, will that be a problem?" 

"Not a problem," replied Selena, "we got something set up."

***

Friday -- 4:20 pm 

All the preparations had been set and it was time for the grand opening of Mara Road's first "massage parlour." The three women had arrived and had each been assigned a room where they would conduct their business. 

Selena's sons, Shawn and Michael, Veronica's son, Miguel and Reshma's 8 year old son, Faisal, were all seated downstairs in the lounge room, on the couch, in front of a television, all wearing headsets and playing on the Xbox 360.

"Don't describe me! I don't need a description," shouted Shawn, "no one here needs to be described!"

Michael took his brother's headset off, "Cut that out, Shawn, Mom's here to tell us something."

Selena, wearing a tight white t-shirt and snug-fitting blue jeans, gave the boys their instructions. "Ok, you boys are in charge here, make sure you keep those headphones on at all times, you understand?"

"Not a problem, Mom. Miguel and our new friend Faisal are playing an age-appropriate video game; they got headphones on so they, and me, and Shawn too, won't be able to hear anything going on outside this room."

Shawn nodded and agreed, "That's right! We won't be able to hear anything going on outside this room, whatever happens, we won't hear it! We have no intention of leaving this room, none at all."

Selena smiled and walked back into the hallway, Veronica, wearing a tight-black dress with heels, was there with her, waiting for their first client. 

After a small wait, the first customer was knocking on the door. They allowed him in, and watched as a balding, short, unimpressive, forty-something middle-aged, brown-suit-wearing white man nervously shuffled into the house. 

"Uh, hello, I, umm, am Bernard, I booked early, my umm, massager is Lily."

Veronica looked at her list, "Ah yes, you have scheduled a massage with Lily in the bathtub."

"Ah yes, I have the money right here," he handed her about $80 dollars in cash notes.

While this transaction was going on, Shawn, out of the corner of his eye, saw someone he recognized, turned around, jumped on the couch, and pointed to the hallway.

"You! It's you: Mr Burns, our vice-principle!"

Michael pulled his brother down and instructed him to sit. "Shawn, keep quiet, we're not meant to look into the hallway."

Selena gave the boys a stern look and then shut their door. There was an awkward silence between the three as Bernard stood there, feeling exposed.

Veronica broke the silence by giggling, "Your name is Mr Burns? Like the cartoon?"

Selena nudged Veronica, and reassuringly said to Bernard, "Don't worry about them: they have absolutely no idea what's going on around them."

"Oh ok," he smiled and nodded, "Umm, shall I go to the room now?"

"Yes, please do."

He politely nodded to the two women, took a deep breath, and walked up the staircase. 

In the lounge room, "...Shawn, don't ask me why, but I have a feeling, just a feeling, that math class will be alot easier for us from here on in."

***

Bernard heard the running water coming from the room. He grasped his sweaty palm on the doorknob, nervously took another deep breath, composed himself, and opened the door. 

He went in and had his breath taken away instantly when he saw this gorgeous Asian woman, wearing a small black robe, with her hair all tied up, smiling at him. The bathroom was quite compact, with the flowing bathtub in the right, exotic candles put around the tub, and the sunlight shining down, giving the room an almost holy glow.

"Hello," she said with a warm smile.

"Uhh, umm, hello," he quietly mumbled.

"All-day, yes?"

"Y-yes, I have booked an all-day session."

Lily walked up to Bernard, took his suit jacket off, untied his shirt, took his undershirt off, pulled his pants and underpants down, and helped him take his shoes off. Once she was done, he was standing fully naked in front of her. 

She stepped back, nodded, and let her shiny robe slip off her body. He instantly stood at attention as he looked at her round, perky breasts, pointed, delicate nipples, and shaven, tight vagina. 

She motioned her hand towards the bathtub. 

"Oh, umm, yes, ok," he said in agreement. He put his feet in one-at-a-time and went inside the tub.

As he got comfortable, she sat at the top of the tub, slid in, and sat behind him. She had her breasts prodding his back, her legs wrapped around his legs, and her left hand placed around his cock.

She whispered into his ear, "Rubbing, yes?"

"Oh yes please."

She licked his neck with the tip of her tongue, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and ever-so-gently, moved her arm around in a semi-circle, making his body shiver and quiver in equal measure. Making sure he didn't blow his load early, Lily was trying to give Bernard the most prolonged pleasure in the world. 

"You like, yes?"

"Oh I like -- I really like."

***

In the hallway, Selena and Veronica were waiting for their second and third clients to arrive. After five or so minutes, a man walked through the door. He looked to be around 5'6, medium-length dark hair, mid-twenties, slightly pasty, wearing a loose-fitting dress shirt and trousers; he quietly approached the two women, not saying a word. 

"Err, can we help you?" asked Veronica.

He scratched his thin beard and spoke in a quiet voice, "Yes...yes, I'm Dominick, I made a reservation, b-but I have not made a selection."

"Ok, well, you may pick from these two women: Honolulu or Tantric."

"...I like Honolulu, yeah that sounds good to me...yeah..."

After Dominick had made his choice, another man walked into the house. A sharp contrast to the previous two, this man swaggered confidently into the hallway. This white clean-shaven man looked to be in his late 30's, stood at a towering 6'5, with a lean, toned body, brown eyes, trimmed black hair, wearing a tight-fitting black shirt and blue jeans.

He gave Dominick a hard slap on the shoulder, "Nice place this is, this the kinda place you wanted?" he spoke quickly in a deep southern accent. 

As he was speaking, he noticed Selena and was instantly enamoured by her exotic, wild look. A huge grin grew on his face, "Oh my, I really, really hope that you are on the payroll."

Selena responded by blushing and smiling, "Not me, no."

"That's a darn shame, truly is. Ah how rude of me, I never told you fine ladies who I am: I'm Jack Holiday, very pleased to meet you, I'm here with my business associate, Dominick. Dom did such a good job today, that I thought I treat the guy."

Jack Holiday digged out two $100 dollar bills and handed them to Veronica, "Here you go Ma'am; that covers me and the boy. After seeing the fine quality at the front desk, I decided to try some of it out myself."

Veronica cleared her throat, "Umm, yes, we only got one woman left: Tantric."

He rubbed his hands in anticipation, "A southern boy like me ain't never had the chance to experience much of what you call tantric, I'm quite sure I'll enjoy myself."

"Ok, so Dominick, you go in the room which has the name 'Honolulu' at the front and you, Jack, go in the room which has 'Tantric' written on it."

"Oh one thing," asked Jack, "not to trouble you two ladies, but is there a room where I can get myself ready?"

Veronica looked puzzled, "Umm, I think there's an empty bedroom, it's the one with the door open."




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"Thank you kindly," he said with a wink -- his eyes firmly locked on Selena's fine curves.

Both men walked up the stairs to their respective rooms. Selena and Veronica exchanged knowing glances with each other. 

"Oh my god," whispered Veronica, "did you see that? That man so wanted you."

"Really? You think so...well, to that...hmm maybe..."

***

Dominick approached the room of Honolulu and went in without a second's hesitation. The room was decorated like a luau, with many tropical plants and flowers littered around the room. The bed was in the right corner of the room, and in the middle was the sexy hula girl Honolulu; she was wearing a red lei headdress, tiny straw skirt, green leafy bra, with a little leafy thong underneath. 

"Aloha, how may I serve you today?" 

"Hmm wow," he quietly mumbled, "yes, wow, yes, yes you can." With his hands shaking, Dominick put his right hand inside his trousers pockets, produced several pieces of paper, looked through them, picked one, and handed it to Honolulu.

"What's this?" she asked as she held the folded-up piece of paper.

"I-I want you to read it, will you do that, please?"

"You want me to do what now?"

"P-please...read that."

"Well all right then," she unfolded the paper, and began reading in a monotone voice: "By the battles of Asgard you have come to claim thy prize. The lords have summoned I, an exotic beauty of the east, for you, the weary warrior of the west, how blessed you are to receive such a bountiful reward, the lords of Valhalla have blessed you -- wait, what the hell is this!?"

Dominick began rubbing himself, undoubtedly turned-on by the fantasy role-play he had written for her.

"Please, please, keep going," he pleaded.

She looked at him for a second, shrugged, and continued on reading, "An exotic beauty such as I, yet so forbidden, it should only be that one such as I should be given to one as gallant as thy who stands before me," she spoke with more emotion as she carried on, "and yet I cannot explain why it feels so right for I to submit myself entirely to this man, yet I feel it is my duty to be the one that gives herself to this mighty, strong western warrior."

Honolulu glanced at Dominick; she felt bizarrely turned-on by his written words. Dominick was grinning from ear-to-ear as he motioned for her to continue. 

"Go on, please, keep reading, I got a couple more of these."

"Very well," she replied. "It all began at the first battle of Midgard..."

***

Over in Tantric's room, there was not much going on as she was still waiting for her first client. She was given a room which had many expensive pillows, oils, and aromas that were associated with her namesake. She herself was wearing a sequinned red bra and matching string thong that perfectly accentuated her ass. The lingerie, the make-up and her exotic Indian looks all made her look like she was built for the express purpose of giving eastern pleasure to her lucky western recipient.

She stood in the middle of the room, behind the large bed. When she heard the doorknob turning, she clasped her hands together and got ready to make her greeting. 

"Welcome, I am Tantric, I shall--,"she froze when she saw what Jack Holiday was wearing -- actually, it was more like what he was not wearing.

He had walked into the room -- completely naked, his body shaven and hairless, holding his impressive-sized member in his hand, with a blank expression on his face.

"You're, umm, you're naked," she remarked.

He smirked and had a little chuckle to himself. "Ma'am, I'm a gentleman, I assure you of that, I apologize if I startled you with my directness, but Ma'am, as a man, I must let you know: I have my rules. Now if this were a normal situation, things would be alot different, a beautiful woman like you, I would take to a fine restaurant, dine her like a queen, I'd do my best to court such a fine woman as yourself."

Tantric blushed slightly, "Oh my, thank you."

"But this ain't like that, I say with some regret, because as you know, I'm a paying customer, and I consider the bedroom to be the man's domain, where a man makes the rules. Now don't get me wrong here, I respect you as a person, fully, but when it comes to sexual matters, I feel I need to be in control -- I must be in control, it's the way I am, it's why I always walk in naked, so the woman has no reservations for what's about to happen."

He paused so he could quickly put a condom on. "Ma'am, could you please remove the items of clothing you have on. I may be a gentleman, but I do get rough."

Tantric hastily threw off her bra and untied her thong, and within a second, Jack had put his lips on Tantric's. He gave her a deep, passionate, electric kiss, picked her up by the legs and gently semi-slammed her onto the bed, with his hefty instrument being inserted with only one swift manoeuvre.

He was on top, plowing himself into her, fondling her breasts, and examining her with his lips. It all happened so quick, Tantric wasn't sure how she should react, but there was one thing she couldn't deny: she was feeling immense pleasure from the southern man.

"I'm sorry I can't give you the full show," he whispered, "I'm in a hurry, gotta meet some City Boys over dinner." He turned her to her side, gave her another kiss, grabbed her ass and gave it a light smack.

"Ma'am: you have one fine backside."

Tantric looked Jack in the eyes, her breathing heavy, her pulse racing; she said the only words she could think off at that point: "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

Jack smirked and continued on.

***

"Oh sire!" moaned Honolulu, "Oh yes! This reward is so befitting one such as yourself, so brave and strong! So worthy! Oh yes!" 

Jack's subordinate, Dominick, was getting some very fine treatment as well, as he was sitting on the bed, naked, getting his cock sucked by a very enthusiastic -- and fully naked -- Honolulu. Dominick stroked her soft brown hair as she continued to pleasure him

Having thrown herself fully into the role written by Dominick, Honolulu was experiencing a kind of pleasure she had never encountered before. She furiously tapped on her pussy with her right hand as she kept a firm grip on her man's cock with her left. She kept her eyes firmly locked on her master's face as she rolled his cock around her mouth, taking it out so she could speak to her man.

"Oh sire, will you take me to The Gods and show them how you have conquered I?"

"Umm, yes milady, I will do just that," Dominick was really taken aback at Honolulu's enthusiasm -- she was adlibbing her lines at that point. Dominick was in complete and utter heaven as his fantasy was unfolding right in front of him, but he knew his reality would be in trouble if he did not finish up soon, he and his boss had somewhere they needed to be.

"Ohhh beautiful Honolulu: please release my umm, my inner lust, as I have a council I must attend to."

"Whatever my lord wants, I shall obey," Honolulu then went into overdrive as she furiously rubbed his cock, and at the same time, fingered herself with her free hand.

Dominick was shaking all over as she rotated around sucking and rubbing his cock, he could feel it coming closer and closer with every rub, tug and suck.

"Oh yes Honolulu, yes! It's cumming, get ready!" Honolulu stepped back and allowed the cum to fly right into her face. 

Both stayed silent for a moment, letting the orgasms take effect. Dominick sat quivering, eventually composed himself, awkwardly rubbed Honolulu's shoulder, and went over to his clothes. 

As he was getting dressed, Dominick noticed that Honolulu was still on her knees, with her eyes closed as she fondled her breasts and rubbed her pussy.

"Oh Honolulu, I'd so love to stay with you longer, but I have to go, I'll be back, that's for sure."

She looked at him, bit her lower lip, and with a sizzling come-fuck-me expression, said, "I know you will, my lord."

Dominick, with both his heart and mind racing, rushed out the door, went to Tantric's room, and knocked on it.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but we gotta get going."

***

He heard his subordinate knocking, sighed, shook his head, and replied, "You wait there, I'll say when I'm done."

Jack was still going strong, on top, at his usual pace, relentlessly pumping himself into the Indian beauty's body. She herself had never experienced such a large, dominant man, and loved being at his mercy; her whole body was tingling as he shoved himself into her. She held onto the back of his neck, pulling him down so she could have his lips on hers, almost forgetting she was being paid to have sex with this man.

He pulled back from her, sat on his knees, put her left leg high up in the air, her foot over his shoulder, with one hand on her sexy toned leg, and the other keeping a firm grip on the bed.

"Ma'am, this deal is important to my company, so I gotta finish up early."

Before she could even get a word in, Jack slammed his pelvis into her with animalistic ferocity, slamming himself in-and-out with amazing precision. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she moaned in stunned delight.

Tantric's delicious brown tits were jumping up-and-down as he thrust towards his climax, it only took a few thrusts, but he cummed huge when he did. He had ripped the rubber off, shot it towards her breasts, and let it run down her tasty brown skin. Even after he was done, Tantric still felt it; it was like she had experienced multiple orgasms in one: she was completely exhausted. 

Jack looked at her sweaty, cum soaked body with a strong sense of pride at what he had accomplished. He got off the bed, stood up, smiled at her, amazingly without an ounce of fatigue on him. 

"Say Ma'am, I don't mean to be rude, but do you have a husband?"

"Oh um, I used to," she said while breathing heavily.

"Any kids?"

She sat up to answer him, "Yes, I have one son."

"Hmm, tell you what, I'm gonna do you a favour cause I think you deserve it: I'm gonna introduce you to some men I know, all privileged, rich, good men, I know for a fact that these men would love to have a gorgeous lady like you as their woman, they'd be proper daddies to your kid too, giving you two everything you ever wanted, you'd both have the lifestyle you deserve, I guarantee it."

"Oh thank you," replied a blushing Tantric.

"It's been a pleasure."

Jack opened the door and walked out the room to greet Dominick.

"Hey Jac --, oh god! You're naked again!"

Jack let off a hardy laugh as he went looking for his clothes.

***

Dominick rushed down the stairs and stopped to thank Selena and Veronica.

"Thank you two so much, it has been amazing, fantastic, the greatest I have ever had, I will be back, I swear, thanks for everything." He then ran out the hallway, having had possibly the best experience of his life.

Shortly after Dominick had left, Jack strutted down the stairs and also stopped to thank the two ladies.

"I had a great time, simply fantastic service; this is an A-grade operation you two ladies got going."

"Oh, thank you," said a simply delighted Veronica.

Jack dug into his deep pockets, "I got a tip for me and the boy here," he produced six $100 dollars notes, looked right at Selena, held her hand, opened it, and put the money in there.

"Just a suggestion, but I think you ladies could be charging alot more for the service you two got, I mean triple what you got now. Tell ya what, I liked this place so much, that I decided I'm gonna tell my friends about it, and ladies, with the friends I got, you're gonna be getting this much and then some, oh but please give a discount for my boy over there."

Selena nodded, her hand still being held by his, "Sure will...thanks."

Jack let go, waved, and walked out the door. 

Selena looked inside the stash of money and found Jack's phone number inside.

***

8:15 pm

Bernard looked up at the night-sky, in a room littered with empty bottles of lotions and oils, in a tub of, what was at that point, mostly a mixture of unidentifiable liquids.

Lily was sitting behind him, still rubbing. She had ignored Morty's suggestion that she should not talk so much, and over the several hours they were together, Lily and Bernard had both told each other about almost their entire lives.

Lily was resting her head on his shoulder as she finished up her story, "So she found out, he got caught, I got fired; that was seven months ago and now I'm here."

"Unbelievable, I can't believe an educated, bright woman like you can't find work."

"That's so sweet of you," she licked his earlobe and continued to casually jerk him off, "I guess it has just been bad luck."

Bernard thought to himself, "Hmm, you know, for that same salary you used to earn, I could match that, probably pay even more, I'm sure I could hire you for something."

"In the high school? Uhh, no thanks: I hate kids."

"Oh no, you won't be working with them, you'll be working with me, alone -- as my personal secretary." 

"Oh?" Lily was intrigued, "so would I be performing the same duties I have done here?"

"Hmm, well, let's just say it would be not be required, but it would be much appreciated."

"Well, to that offer I say," Lily rubbed faster and faster, and made Bernard cum, "...I accept."

"G-great, i-im glad...you got t-the job," he said as he climaxed. "...I better go home, have test papers to mark, so, will I be seeing you tomorrow? Not here, but at the school."

"Yes, positive...and Bernard...thanks."

"No, thank you."

***

Bernard walked down the stairs, a very different man than the mumbling, awkward person that had come into the house: he was happy, fulfilled and confident.

He approached Selena and Veronica with a very happy smile on his face, nodded to them and cheerfully said, "Thank you two for the wonderful service, I had a wonderful time."

As he was talking, Selena got a phone call, answered it, and went into the corner of the hallway.

"We are so glad you enjoyed your time here," said Veronica, "it has been a great day for us as well."

"I'm glad to hear that, oh but I am very sorry to inform you that Ms Lily Kwon now works for me."

"Oh really?" Veronica was surprised.

"Yes," he replied.

"She sucking your cock under your desk now?"

"Yes --, I mean no -- I hired her as my secretary."

"Oh well, I'm happy for her. Don't worry about us; I'm sure I can find another pretty Asian girl to replace her."

Bernard smiled, again nodded to the two women, and strolled out the door.

Selena got off the phone, approached Veronica and said, "Hey, umm, you mind if my kids stay here?"

"What? Really? I already got Lily, Reshma, Reshma's son, and Alteho staying here."

"Oh your house is big enough."

"Well my house is really big, -- hey! Don't you try sweet talking me....you...ok, ok, your boys can stay, you know I can never kick them out, I love their little grown-up attitudes."

"Thanks so much, I owe you."

"You certainly do."

Selena paced quickly to the door, but just when she was about to turn the handle, Veronica had something to say.

"Hey, next time I want cock, you look after my kid!"

Selena turned her head, gave a sly smile to Veronica, and made the short walk back to her place.

***

10:33 pm

Selena had gone back to her house, showered, slipped on her favourite sliver robe and waited in eager anticipation for her guest to arrive. She stood by her hallway, heard a light knock on the door, turned the door handle and opened it.

"Oh my, my, my, you're a wild one, aren't ya?" he said as he looked at her fine figure, "I don't wish for much, but this I had hoped for." Standing in the doorway was none other than the man that rocked Tantric's world: Jack Holiday. She let him in.

"Baby, please listen, cause I like ya, I would like to get to know you, but Baby, I am so ready for some love-making to happen, so you wanna ditch the small-talk and get right to it?"

"Oh yes," replied a very horny Selena, "I am so ready."

"Great! Oh, you mind if I go bareback with you?"

"Please do."

"Simply fantastic, now go in the bedroom and wait for me."

Selena went into her bedroom and waited for Jack. After three minutes of waiting, he walked in, naked as always.

"Looking good, now take it off," he sharply commanded to her.

Selena agreed and took off her robe to reveal her well-aged, mature chocolate breasts, and all-around fit sexy body. 

Jack took a step closer, put his hands on her face, and took a kiss from her full, juicy lips. He planted his forehead on hers, rubbed her hair, and repeatedly kissed her tasty lips. As their lips were locked, he turned himself around, and sat on the side of the bed; still kissing, he let his hands slide down her back, till he found her round, smooth ass, he felt it, pulled his hands up, and made a huge smack sound when he slapped her ass with both hands.

"This southern boy never been with a black woman?" She asked as her backside still tingled. 

"Can't say that I have," he replied as he took great, big feels of her dynamite derrière. Jack had never met a woman with the type of proportions Selena had; being with her was like a whole new experience for him. 

He moved his hands over to the top of her head, gently pushed her down to her knees, and got her within eye-level of his cock. Selena put her hands on it, rubbed it and put it inside her mouth. 

"Oh yes," he quietly groaned as she pleasured him with her oral skills. She moved her head back-and-forth, taking the full length of his large member.

With his cock still inside, he held her head with his meaty paw, took his cock out her mouth, and laid out on his back. Selena got off her knees and went on the bed.

"Ohhhh!!" she groaned loudly as she inserted his large cock inside her. She got on top, put her hands on his toned chest, and rode the man. He held her hips as she bounced up-and-down.

He put his hands on her nipples, cupped her breasts, and said, "Baby, I love what I'm seeing, but ya think you could give me a reverse cowgirl?"

Selena nodded, took his cock out, turned herself around, reinserted it, and rode him with her back to him. 

He smacked and felt up her ass while he held her arms, "Oh Baby, oh yeah! Ok, ok, enough with the warm ups, I'm ready," he took himself out of her and got her lying down on her back.

He rubbed himself to get ready, got in his favourite position, on top, and shoved his cock right into her pussy.

"Ohhhh, yes!" she moaned, "Ohhh God yes!" 

He lowered himself down, right next to her face, nibbling on her neck. He continued to thrust with his hard cock, each move getting her closer and closer to her climax.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she said breathlessly.

Jack was also getting close, very close to his climax; the closer he got, the more his dominant side took over him; he was getting more and more rough with each thrust.

He felt it cumming closer, closer, but then, he took it out, tossed Selena over, and without warning, forcefully shoved his cock right into her ass. He pummelled it hard, gently pulling her hair as he did so. He pushed his hands down, hard, onto her ass, digging his fingers in.

"God, oh god, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Selena, for the first-time in her life, was at the complete mercy of a man -- and she loved it. Pussy wet, nipples hard, her whole body bubbling with an orgasmic sensation -- this was the most turned-on she had ever been.

"Yes, yes, yes," she repeatedly moaned, "fuck, fuck yes! I want it, yes!" 

"Here it comes, here it comes, ahh!!!" Said Jack with his teeth gritted, "Yes... Yes! Yes! Oh yeah!" he cummed huge all over her ass and back, "Aw yes! That's the way, oh boy, oh yeah!" 

Immediately after, both lay still, letting their orgasms take full effect. He did not want to show it, but even Jack Holiday needed a rest after that session. He laid out on the bed, and looked right at the sweat-soaked Selena, quite pleased with his handiwork.




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"You only get five minutes, then we go round two," he said with a big grin.

Selena could not muster any words; she just licked her lips and smiled.

Round two, three, four, five, six and more happened that night -- and continued well into the morning. 

With that encounter, the always-dominant Selena Saunders had allowed herself to be completely owned and controlled in the bedroom, something she previously went out of her way to avoid. This was a woman that demanded control -- a woman, a mom, that was always on top. For the first time in her life, this mom was not on top -- and she loved it.

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"Oh no problem."

Selena went in close and gave Cynthia a soft kiss on the cheek. She whispered into Cynthia's ear, "Thanks for teaching me." 

Cynthia started to blush; she put one hand on Selena's hip and whispered, "Anytime."

End