7 comments/ 29780 views/ 5 favorites A Very Strange E-Mail By: JonB1969 Based on Willing Slaves by Daniel Orme. Used by permission. * I slowly walked into my office. But still I managed to do just that, cursing in pain. My desk barely fit into the small room that people had the nerve to call an office. Dressed in a green golf shirt and khakis, I was ready for the day of work ahead. "This sucks!" I complained, uselessly. "Albert, are you okay," my secretary Pam called from her own desk out in the equally small, so called reception area. "Yeah, yeah," I said, smiling at her concern. "Just stubbed my toe -- again." I finally got to my chair without further incident, and booted up my laptop. After it finished waking up, I signed on to read my email. I bypassed all the others and clicked on one tagged "The Secret of My Happiness." I smirked and snorted derisively as I clicked on that email. Probably another scam. My eyebrows rose to my short, close-cropped curly brown hair when I read the header. I recognized the email address as being Dr. Neil Green's. I hadn't heard from him in over a year, after he went to the Virgin Islands to do some research, thanks to a huge grant that we here at the university were still gossiping over, mainly how on earth did he get all that money from those stingy bastards. The email had a cover note with an attachment. The cover note was brief and a little cryptic -- enough so that I was very curious. "Dear Al," I read to myself. "As you are somewhat of a science buff in addition to a colleague who shares my interest in the slavery period, you might find this document highly interesting. It has certainly changed my life for the better, and I have found that I cannot continue keeping it all to myself with a clear conscience. Therefore, I am passing this on to the one person whom I know would not misuse this gift -- you. I know that your circumstances are, or were, similar to mine. "The following mixture and formula is for a substance that will greatly increase your physical and mental stamina. You will be able to satisfy women like never before, as well as read their minds with ease -- other people's minds, too. "I don't have to explain to you the profound implications of this if it were to fall in the wrong hands. "I would suggest that you save the attached file on a disk, and keep that disk in a secure location. If you print this email, burn it after you have taken the formula. I can honestly say there is nothing funky in this formula, just natural herbs and plants. "Wishing you good luck, your colleague, Neil Green." I sat back, pondering this message. Then I clicked Download Now. It was a simple text file, and downloaded quickly. I signed off right away, without reading my other email, so I could read this attachment. It was a journal written by a slave girl, and the reading was highly unusual -- it recounted her extremely happy days in the keeping of one Jebediah Harrington. At the end of this slave journal, was a short letter written by the slave owner himself, entitled "The Secret of My Life." That was a most interesting document. I was torn between "you gotta be kidding" skepticism, and "this could be the solution to all my problems" euphoria. After that letter, was the recipe and a formula. It was very simple. And, being familiar with the organic food store where my sister shops at, I knew exactly where to find all these ingredients. So I went shopping. Couldn't hurt to try it. A couple of hours later or so, I sat in my house, still very skeptical. I had gone to the organic food store, bought the stuff, brought it home, and mixed the formula. Now the thermos sat on the counter next to the stove. The email said the stuff was perfectly safe, but knowing me I was probably allergic to all the ingredients. The hardest part to believe was that this simple concoction was going to give me the power to read -- and change -- people's minds. All at once, I picked up the thermos and slugged the stuff down in one long swallow. Then I washed out the thermos and the pot. I had already put the disk in my safe, after I had encrypted all the data on it. Then I sat down on my couch and waited. For something. Ten minutes later, I was still sitting on my couch, feeling extremely, profoundly foolish, feeling that I had wasted my entire day, despite the fact that my colleague -- and friend -- Neil Green had highly recommended this...whatever it was. I went back to my office. Like my colleague Dr. Green, I shared this office-closet with a fellow researcher, one Doctor Kelli Franklin, and our secretary, Pam Brown. And both of them are of African American descent -- my favorite. I had read many of Dr. Franklin's articles, and tremendously respected her work, even though I had never met her, which was why I was extremely excited to be sharing an office, and a project, with her, although it was more presentational in nature than investigational, lecturing at high schools and such. Her journal articles were elegant pieces of simplicity, drawing simple conclusions from basic evidence. The journals that published her articles reported that Kelli had graduated from Stanford, no less, with a BA, double majoring in History and African American Studies, no less, then her Master's in history and Doctorate from Cal State Berkeley. The journals did not mention that Doctor Kelli Franklin was a walking fantasy, a petite little thing, no more than five-two in height and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, but with a smooth chocolate complexion of the deepest darkest brown, like fudge, and curves to die for, plus a lovely smile, complete with dimples, and long, shiny, jet black, straight hair that went more than halfway down her back, and eyes to match. Our secretary Pam, was another story -- she was about five five, and a little hefty, but she had very little to be self-conscious about, especially today. Her 38dd's threatened to rip her butter yellow satin blouse, and her matching leather skirt was drawn tightly across her 36 hips, 24 waist, and one truly amazing booty. Her complexion was like coffee with milk added, and matched her hair, which was also light brown with blonde highlights, and straight and shiny, and brushed her shoulders. Her eyes were light brown, too, and were a bewitching almond shape. Her legs were slim, with pretty feet that were encased in white patent leather pumps today. As I approached her desk, her smile and twinkling eyes nearly made me speechless. And suddenly I realized I could read her thoughts! That moment was like thunder and lightning. All the warnings in the email came to alarming relevance. I went back to reading Pam's mind. It was very explicit reading, too. Her mind was alive with fantasies, mainly about how she wanted to unbutton her blouse right now and let me suck her tits. From reading her mind I also learned she wore no panties underneath the leather encasing her hips. But I recovered and said, "Anything happen while I was gone?" "No, Albert, but one of the trustees, Andrew Willis, called to say he will be coming over at about three this afternoon to discuss funding and whatnot." I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. "Great. Where are we going to put him?" Pam laughed loudly, throwing her head back and clapping her manicured hands. "Let him stub his toes in here, he might agree to get us a bigger office." "Hm, right," I agreed. I looked at Kelli's open office door and said, "Where's Kelli?" "Oh, I'm sorry, Albert, I thought you knew," Pam said respectfully. "Knew what?" I asked patiently. "That she's taking the day off today," Pam explained. "She said she was tired." I nodded. We had indeed done a lot of work between the two of us, getting ready for the first presentations, scheduled to start next week. "Okay, no sweat, it's a light day anyway," I assured her. "What time is it now?" Pam looked at her watch. "It's only one. We have plenty of time to find Willis a place to sit," she said, filing her inch-long unpolished acrylic nails. "I was thinking of doing something else," I said suggestively, even as I gently rearranged her thoughts, putting her secretarial duties in the back of her mind, and putting her desire for me in the front. We did, after all, have two hours. "What's that, Albert?" Pam asked softly. I reached my hand out, and she put hers in mine as she stood up. "Come with me to my so-called office," I suggested. Pam laughed loudly, then followed me like a good girl, but once I closed my office door, she took command, pulling me towards her gently but firmly, putting her arms around my shoulders and giving me a soft deep passionate kiss that lasted at least fifteen minutes, followed by a nice hug. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," she whispered sexily. Then she pulled back and couldn't unbutton her shirt fast enough. As she did so, I cupped and fondled her breasts through her blouse, making her exhale a little faster. Finally she undid the last button, and I pulled the satin apart to reveal a pair of lovely breasts, barely contained by a white bra that she practically ripped off. Then I felt her hand on the back of my head, push my face gently but firmly to her bosom. I accepted her offering, wrapping my lips and tongue around her dark brown nipple, in the center of her coffee-colored breast. "Oh, Albert, baby," she moaned softly. Topless, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a tube of lipstick, and devilishly put on a goodly coating. Then she slowly reached down and gently cupped my cock and balls, and gently squeezed. She slowly unzipped my fly, and my cock just popped out. Pam smiled, then she looked down and her mouth became an O. I looked down too, to discover that the formula had enlarged my measly six-inch erect cock to an astounding eight inches! Even better, my erection was rock solid and wasn't about to fade. Pam kissed me again, as she took my cock in her hand and began stroking it. Her soft light touch was so nice. She paused in her kisses. "I never knew you were such a beautiful man," she said softly. She took my hand again and had me sit down in my chair. Then she got down in between my legs, with a sweet but mischievous smile. Suddenly I felt my cock surrounded by soft warm skin. I looked down to see that she was pressing her breasts together, with my cock in between. I needed little prompting. I began moving my hips. Her tits were big enough that my cock was completely surrounded in softness. "Mmm, you like that, huh, baby?" Pam asked softly. "Yes," I gasped. I got to fuck her titties for ten minutes. Heaven! "Let's see how you like this," she said. She got down on her knees, making sure her breasts brushed my erection once more, then began licking the tip of my cock. I was sitting back, my eyes closed, then I felt Pam's lips wrap around my cock and suck softly, starting at the head, then move down slowly, then back up again. "Oh, Pam," I groaned, opening my eyes and looking down at her. Pam made an mmmm-ing noise of her own. She was merciless, that girl. She didn't stop sucking me until I came all over her face, hair and tits. I grabbed a box of tissues but she was too busy cleaning herself off! Then I stood her up and sat her down on my desk. "What do you wanna do to me, baby?" she asked me softly but sultrily. I gently spread her legs and pulled her to the edge. I kissed her, loving the feel of her full lips, and especially the lipstick she wore. Then I moved down and just savored every curve of her tits, kissing them, caressing them, and finally sucking on the nipples. "Oh baby, don't stop," Pam said breathily. Then I reluctantly left her bosom, kissing down her tummy, and finally reaching that spot between her legs. It didn't take a professor to see she was ready and then some -- the little patch of light brown pubic hairs were completely soaked. I slowly kissed my way up her leg, from her high heeled pumps, up the curve of her calf, past her knee, then teasingly up her thigh. By the time I arrived at her thigh she was trembling with desire and anticipation, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. I went in, so to speak. I finally got to taste that chocolate cream pie. Pam gasped out loud as I gently licked her pussy lips. I was just about to spread her lips apart when I felt her high heeled shoe in my crotch. I looked up. Pam looked pleasantly shocked and surprised that I was hard again. I was more than a little surprised myself! Quickly, I stood up and moved in between her legs, put my arms around her waist, found the zipper on her skirt and unzipped it. Pam smiled, pulled up her skirt around her waist, and spread her legs wider than before. Pam laughed a little bit as I practically ripped off my clothes, then got in place. While I was undressing, Pam had applied more lipstick. As I eased in between her legs, she slipped her arms around me and kissed me. Her words turned into moans as I slipped my cock inside her pussy. She was so wet that it took very little effort to get my entire cock inside her pussy. Then I began thrusting. "You don't know how looooo...How looo...oohh...ohhh, babyyyy...." I didn't even feel Pam dig her nails in my back as I quickly brought her to a shouting orgasm. I held her trembling brown body close to me, kissed her, smoothed back her hair from her forehead. I couldn't believe I hadn't run out of steam yet, and neither could she. I smoothly fucked her to orgasm over and over. The power of my own orgasms were unbelievable, but for every one of mine she had at least two. I still continued to move my hips forward and back, gently. Pam had to struggle to get her composure back. "Baby....I mean, baby," she breathed deeply, laughing a little. "We've got to get the office reeeaaadyyyy...." Her nails momentarily dug in my back again as she had another powerful orgasm, then she smiled and kissed me again. "Oh, baby," she whispered, caressing me. I held her gently as her head slowly rested on my shoulder, and then I realized she had fallen asleep in my arms. Poor thing, I had worn her out -- and I was still hard, too. Totally unbelievable! I picked her up and put her in my chair, smoothed back her hair and kissed her forehead. I looked at my watch and quickly put my pants and shirt back on -- Willis was due in about twenty minutes! I went out front and leaned against Pam's desk just as Andrew Willis came through the door, not even bothering to knock, all six foot plus of him. Even though the man was in his fifties, he still struck quite a presence, with his bald head, keen gaze and dark brown skin. He used to be an NBA super star, until a knee injury sidelined him. But thanks to his celebrity endorsements, he had enough money to throw away on stuff like this. More than enough to get me a decent office. I dropped my jealousy like a hot potato. Willis' thoughts were about him concluding this meeting as quickly as possible so as to ditch his "loving wife" and see his mistress. First I got Willis' mind on business, and exactly what I wanted from him. "This won't take very long," I said smoothly. "Why don't you have a seat?" Willis guffawed. "I thought you had a secretary, Albert," he teased me as he sat down at Pam's desk. "Well," I guffawed back. "She left early to take care of some errands." Like sleeping, I thought to myself. "You know, Albert, I never realized how small this office is. You need a new one." "What about that new building across the way?" I asked. "You just mentioned last week you need a tenant pretty soon." "You are exactly right," Willis replied. "You can have that office. It's furnished, too." "And we could also use an increase in funding," I mentioned casually. "How much?" he asked. "Oh, a couple of million will do," I said. "And we need it right away." Willis nodded. "Absolutely. And don't worry about moving. I'll have some people come over this afternoon and pack for you." "I would appreciate that," I said politely. "Not a bother, Albert," he said in friendly voice. "Who should I expect first?" I asked. "The money should come first," he nodded. "It'll take me a couple hours to get a truck over here to move your files." We shook hands. One thing Willis still had, was a strong grip. "Thank you very much, Mr. Willis," I said respectfully. It didn't hurt to be nice. "No, thank you," he said. "By tomorrow you'll be in your new office." And with that, Willis turned and left. After he was safely out the door, I went to my office door and knocked, then politely opened the door and went inside. Pam was just waking up after her little nap. She came over, still topless, gave me a soft sweet hug and a soft kiss. "You can go home early today if you want," I said, surprising her. "And you can come with me, if you want," Pam said in a soft silky voice. "Willis just approved our new office," I explained, getting another hug and kiss in return. "They're coming over today to pack for us and take the stuff over. Fortunately most of the stuff is already packed." Pam kissed me again. "No, it's all packed," she smiled. "Had to make room around here somehow." She giggled a little, then made a little cooing noise. "Couldn't have my baby stubbing his toes all the time." Then we stood there kissing for a few minutes more. "You are amazing," I told her in between kisses. "Have I ever told you that?" "Thank you," she smiled back. "Now shut up." We kissed for a few minutes more, slowly, softly, leisurely. "Oh, guess what else happened?" I said. "What's that?" Pam sexily whispered while kissing my neck and ear. "We also got a funding increase," I said, moaning a little. Pam stopped and pulled back. "Really! That's wonderful!" "Yeah, definitely. You and Kelli can go shopping for clothes." Something else I got from reading Pam's mind -- a conversation between the two ladies that they would gladly wear sexier clothes if only they could afford to buy them. I gestured to her blouse and bra sitting on the desk, and her skirt still in disarray. "Speaking of clothes, I think maybe you should get dressed." Pam giggled and blushed. "What about Kelli?" she asked. She zipped her skirt up again and pulled it back down, then put her bra back on, but she had trouble getting the clasp. "Can you help me with this, baby?" "Sure," I said. "Thanks," she said, holding the bra against her. "Sometimes I hate bras." "Don't worry about Kelli. I'll stop by her place and make sure she knows about our elevated status." Fumbling a little, I clasped the clasp, and softly moved the straps back up on her shoulders. Then I gently moved into her thoughts and placed one that she didn't need to wear a bra, if her tops were tight enough. Pam flashed a sexy smile. "Okay." She reached for her blouse and finished buttoning it up. Then she put on some more lipstick and reached out her hand and gently tugged me over to her. Our kissing was about to cross over into hot and heavy mode, just as I heard someone out front. "What was that?" I said. "I didn't hear anything," Pam said seductively. "Except maybe my beating heart." She put my hand on her chest. "Can't you feel it?" That's when I heard someone say, "Hello?" "I'll be right back," I said quickly to Pam. "I'll be waiting," she smiled and winked. I left her in my office, all hot and bubbly, and went out front. I saw a man carrying a briefcase. "Can I help you?" I said. "Are you Albert Domano, PhD?" "That's me," I confirmed. I took my little university ID badge out of my shirt pocket and showed it to him. "Thank you, sir," the man nodded. He handed me the briefcase and said, "This is yours. Have a good day." The man walked out crisply. Incredulous, I undid the locks on the briefcase and gasped. Row after row of bundled one hundred dollar bills sat neatly inside. A Very Strange E-Mail Then Pam appeared out of my office. "Who was that?" she asked, walking over to scratch my back with her nails. I said, "Not who. What." Then I gestured to the money. Pam's eyes became wide as saucers. "Oh my god!" She laughed. "Look at this!" I handed her a wad of bills, easily two thousand. "Here. That should be enough to go get some nice new clothes." Pam said, laughing, "I don't even know where to go!" I searched her mind and saw leather outfits floating through her mind, and how she would look in them. "Go where you want to, Pam." She winked at me and smiled. "I think I will." I watched my secretary walk out into the hallway, tucking the money in her purse. * * * * * * About twenty minutes later, I pulled in front of Kelli's house. I recognized her car, parked in front, and didn't see any more. No company. Good. I went up to the door and rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" Kelli's sweet voice said. "It's me, Albert," I said. "May I come in?" Kelli pulled her door open. "Albert! Of course, come on in!" She ushered me inside and sat me down. "What's with the briefcase?" I didn't hear her question at first, because Kelli was wearing a pale blue silk bathrobe. The only thing under that was a pair of matching see-through thong panties and a bra that contrasted nicely with her skin. She was wearing makeup too, natural colors, lipstick, mascara, powder, and eye shadow. This was a gal who was looking for some action. It was right then I noticed her eyes were blue, too, just a very dark blue. Such beautiful eyes. And her outside appearance was nothing compared to what was going on inside her head. Her mind was bubbling, like a pot on low boil, about slipping off her robe and letting me taste everything she had to offer. Unfortunately, she was also thinking negative thoughts because she had been stood up. I cleared my throat and said, "That's why I needed to come over. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Kelli rolled her eyes and flipped her hair. "No, believe me, you aren't," she said in a subtle deadpan voice. "I cannot believe how anyone could stand you up," I said sincerely. I went inside her mind and swept away the negative thoughts, leaving only her desire for me. She patted my leg, smiling. "So, what's up?" "Willis came over today," I started. "He approved the new office space for us." Kelli clapped her hands and cheered. "Yes!" she laughed. "It's about time. I've stubbed my toe too many times." I laughed and patted my leg. Kelli back-handed me across my shoulder. "You! Don't laugh." "I'm sorry," I said, coughing in my fist. "I've done it, too." Kelli gave me the same poor baby look Pam did. "But anyway. That's not all," I said, patting the briefcase. "What?" Kelli said, softly and breathily. I opened the briefcase. "Look." Kelli's eyes went wide as saucers. "Oh. My. God," she breathed, hands on her chest. "Where did all this money come from?!" "Willis," I grinned. "Had it delivered this afternoon." "Oh, my god," she said again. I took out some of it, as much as I gave Pam or more, and said, "Here, go do some shopping." Then I gently composed her mind as I saw that she liked leather and sexy clothes too, and brought her present fantasy to the surface. She gently took the briefcase from me and closed it, putting the money on top. And then she slipped off her robe and straddled me on her couch. "I can go shopping later," she smiled. "Right now, I want you." She placed her hands lightly on my shoulders and settled down over my crotch, smiling, then leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were full and soft and warm, utterly kissable, about how they looked. We kissed softly, slowly, leisurely, in no hurry to get where we wanted to go, letting our tongues play against each other. I slipped my arms around her waist and rubbed her back. God, this woman was beautiful, in every respect. As we kissed, I was aware that Kelli was grinding her hips against mine, making me hard quickly. In response I moved my hands up her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Kelli grinned, then softly moved the straps of her bra off her shoulders with her nails, looking at me. Her breasts were a little small, but when I cupped them, she arched her back and sighed. "Oh, Albert," she exhaled. I lightly ran my fingers over her nipples, then bent down to suck on them. Then I pulled her face to me again and kissed her, nibbled her earlobes and the nape of her neck, petted her hair, enjoyed all of her. As I did all that, Kelli unbuttoned my golf shirt and took it off. Her fudge-brown hands on my white skin made such a sexy contrast, and they were so soft, like the rest of her. Her hands and her nails roved lightly all over my chest, tummy, shoulders and arms. I was loving it. Kelli grinned sweetly at me. Suddenly Kelli stood up, spread my legs and got down in between. She pulled me foward, and with a devilish smile, unzipped my trousers. My hard cock popped out. I saw Kelli's look of surprise then lust as she took it in her hand and began stroking it up and down. Then she lightly licked the head of my cock. I watched her as she licked it, then took it in her mouth and sucked smoothly, making noises of rapture. I was so horny from watching her suck my cock, I moved my hips in time with her sucking. Kelli was up to the task. She moaned in pleasure as I came in her mouth, the white stuff spilling out and down across her chin. She cleaned herself up, the stood up and slipped off her panties. Her pussy was totally shaved. And dribbling wet. Grinning, she straddled me again, then slowly lowered herself down, until I was inside her all the way. God, she was tight -- her pussy gripped my dick like a glove. But she was so wet, that didn't matter. We fucked in that position for at least twenty minutes, and I made her cum so many times she was actually pleading with me, "Oh, god...oh, god, Albert, please, no more.. seriously, stoooohhhooopppp...." I gently rubbed her back and held her trembling body. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly. Kelli smiled. "Oh, baby, I've never been more okay than I am right now. No other man has satisfied me like you." And she kissed me tenderly. We must have kissed for at least ten more minutes, light soft gentle kisses. Then she just held me. "I guess Pam is out spending that money you gave her," Kelli said in my ear, her head on my shoulder. "Yeah," I said quietly. Kelli sighed. "I want new clothes just as much as the next girl," she laughed. "But I feel so good right now. I don't want to move." I petted her long straight hair and kissed her forehead. "You don't have to." Then I rested my head on her leather couch. "But I have to go check on the move." Kelli made a sexy pouting face. "I don't want you to go. But I'll admit, that store is calling." She laughed. Reluctantly, we disengaged, got up, and got dressed. Kelli put on fresh lipstick, then she walked me to the door and gave me a big hug and a few more light kisses. I almost didn't make it out of her house. I drove back over to the new office and got the keys from the supervisor, just as the crew was finishing up and leaving. I took the keys from him, signed the reciept, and unlocked the big wooden double doors and flicked on the lights. The moving guys had done a great job, neatly stacking the various file boxes and not spilling anything. More than that, the new office was huge, and beautifully appointed and furnished! The walls were decorated in mahogany wood paneling, the floors were polished hardwood, with a few rugs in place. Venetian blinds were across the windows. I walked through the place like a little kid in a new house. The reception room was comfortably large, with a black leather couch across from the secretary's desk. I walked through two double doors in back to reveal two offices, each across the hall from each other, both spacious and well-appointed with large desks and leather-upholstered furniture, and large windows too. But that wasn't all. I went a little further down the hall and discovered a huge conference room, with a tremendous rounded table, and deep green carpet. I came back out into the front room -- and saw Kelli and Pam standing there. Kelli wore a tight black leather dress with short sleeves, and black leather high heeled platform sandals. Pam, however, wore a gold leather miniskirt and bikini top, and gold leather high heeled thigh high boots. I couldn't have ordered it better. Pam spoke first. "Well... how do we look?" All I could do was swallow. "Uhhhmmm... great, of course. Delicious." Both women walked towards me and got up close and personal. Kelli especially, was caressing my arm as she said, grinning, "Don't worry, baby, we both bought some appropriate clothes for the office. But we thought it would be so much more fun to surprise you like this..." "Yeah," Pam agreed enthusiastically. "Let's go christen the conference room," I suggested. The women agreed. * * * * * * * * * A couple days later, something even better happened. Willis strolled into the new office, with this wife in tow this time. Kelli and I were having a very private conversation in her office. She was wearing a white cotton long-sleeved top, black leather miniskirt and black patent-leather pumps with three inch heels, with a few tasteful pieces of gold jewelry, a necklace and bracelet, and diamond earrings. She looked absolutely delectable. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples stood out easily against the fabric. We had been kissing for half an hour and I was getting ready to see if she had anything on under the leather, when Kelli's intercom buzzed. "Shit," she chuckled, and reached over with one arm. "Yes, Pam. What is it, baby?" "Andrew Willis to see Albert," Pam's voice filtered through sexily. Sighing as Kelli giggled, I stepped back and wiped Kelli's lipstick off me, while she put more on. Kelli straightened out her top and and pulled down her skirt. I zipped the fly closed on my black corduroy slacks, tucked my green golf shirt back in, combed my hair. Then I went out into the reception area. I was surprised to see that Willis' wife wasn't quite as young as I expected her to be. She had a few lines around her eyes -- but she was young-looking and very pretty. She was about five-three, with smooth chocolate skin, not as dark as Kelli's but darker than Pam's cafe au lait, with dark brown curly hair and dreamy, soft, sapphire blue eyes. Her figure was slim and slender, but incredibly well proportioned, so her big breasts were pleasing to the eye. She was very elegant. She wore a navy-blue knee-length slip dress, white sneakers, and a bored expression, looking at gold-polished acrylic nails nearly as long as her fingers. But her mind perked up a little bit as she came in. I came out smiling. Both Kelli and Pam had very relaxed, serene minds. Every day since I'd drunk the mixture, they had been going to sleep as exhausted, extremely well-satisfied women. As for me, my confidence has gone up a thousand percent, not just with my new ability, but with me as a whole person. I quickly scanned Willis' mind again, and found something new -- that something being a brand-new private jet, a gift from the company, sitting practically unused. I confidently strode over to Willis and shook his hand. "Mr. Willis, how are you?" I said. "Please, call me Andrew," he said. Pam was sitting at her desk, looking delectable in a peach leather skirt and matching cotton top, and high heeled sandals. "Andrew, then," I nodded. "And who are these delectable ladies?" he asked, practically drooling. Pam remained seated, but Kelli stood next to me, and put her hand on my shoulder possessively. "I'm Kelli Franklin, I'm Al's partner. Nice to meet you, Andrew." Willis seemed to remember his wife. "Uh, have you met my wife? Barbara, this is Albert." The woman finally smiled. Such a beautiful smile. "Hello. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you," I smiled back. I put the man's mind back on business. "You know, Andrew, we're going to need a way to get to all these places you're having us speak at." "Funny you should ask that," he said, stroking his chin. "The company gave me a private jet, with all kinds of amenities. You and your staff can have it." I pretended to protest. "Andrew, we couldn't possibly--" He cut me off. "I won't take no for an answer," he insisted, drawing a jealous look from his wife. "You only have two or three presentations a week. It would make your traveling a lot easier. So take it." I shook his hand again. "We appreciate that very much." "Not a bother," he said, smiling. "If you must know, I hate to fly." We all laughed. I looked at Barbara again, and saw the reason for her jealousy -- I easily read her mind, seeing all the fantasies she had for the evening -- a quick flight to go catch a comedy show, dinner, then a quick flight back. Even more amazing, she was wanting to ask me to go instead, but her marital obligations were getting in the way. I elegantly removed those obligations, and reminded him of his obligations. Willis said, "Speaking of which," he said casually. "I have to cancel some plans. I've got a matter that needs attending to." Barbara pouted a little. "Oh, honey, I was so looking forward to tonight," she said. "Can Albert take me, instead?" And she gave me a look and winked boldly at me. Willis shrugged. "Sure, why not?" In the background, I could feel the women's minds. I had expected some jealousy. But their minds were instead thinking of what a time she was going to have. At five PM exactly, I pulled my car up to the hangar where the private jet awaited. A flight stewardess took my bag and stowed it for me, then assisted me inside. I knew this was going to be an interesting trip, because I could feel her mind churning away, without any effort. But apparently she had put some effort into our date. I gently put her mind at ease, then entered the aircraft. Everything's okay. Easy. Barbara sat there, smiling, looking like a goddess. She wore a red, calf-length skirt with a bikini top and a high slit, and her legs were crossed, so that I could see the red silk stockings with no garters she wore, as well as shiny red patent leather pumps with four inch heels. Her body, no matter how old, was nice and toned, and still soft and feminine. Her smiling mouth was painted in matching fire-engine red lipstick, as was her nails, which had been filed square. "I'm so glad you made it," she said sweetly, smiling. "Come on over here and sit with me. We're going to be taking off soon." After the plane had settled, Barbara said, "It's only an hour's flight. We'll be there quickly." I smiled back. "No big deal. I like to fly." I looked out the little window. The sun was nearing the western edge of things, tinting the clouds red. Then I looked at her and said, "You look beautiful, Mrs.--" She placed one long red nail on my mouth. "Barbara," she smiled. "And thank you very much, baby. I did this all for you." "Really?" I asked, stupidly. "Really," she nodded. The pilot came on and said what Barbara had just told me, then said we could take off our seat belts. The flight stewardess, a cute blonde, came over and asked us if there was anything we needed. "A bottle of white wine," she smiled. "And please bring over some extra pillows and cushions." The girl smiled and nodded. Soon we were in the lap of luxury and I was tasting the finest white wine I had ever tasted. I nodded to myself. If I was going to spend at least three days a week in the air, this was definitely the way to do it. "So," Barbara smiled. "How do you like my husband's little toy?" I nodded again. "It suits my needs." "Good," she smiled. "I'm glad that such a sweet man like yourself is getting the benefit of all this, instead my husband the asshole." I blinked and laughed. I hadn't expected that word to come out! "It's true," she said without smiling. I reached into her mind again. I didn't want to hear all about her hubby all night -- I knew far too much about him already, thanks. I put him far in the back of her mind. "So where are we going, anyway?" Barbara smiled and reached into her purse, and pulled out two tickets. "We're going to Comedy Night at a very exclusive club. Dinner and drinks included." I grinned. "Sounds like fun. I could use a laugh." Barbara smiled. "Me too." As we sat and talked and sipped the wine, I looked in her mind one more time and saw what I couldn't believe -- she wanted to do it, right here. Right now. It was a brand new airplane, but she had always had a fantasy about having sex in a plane. But she was hesitating. I removed her hesitancy, but not all at once. I just made her less shy. Then I posed a delicate question. "What are all these pillows for?" Barbara smiled a smile that nearly floored me. "For sleeping, of course," she replied. "And other things." I started to say, "What other things?" But Barbara had taken the glass of wine from my hand, then taken my face in her hands and pulled me to her and kissed me. Her soft lips were incredible to taste and kiss, her lipstick made them cool to the touch, but they warmed up quickly. As she straddled me in my chair, she brought her tongue into action, which tasted like the wine we'd been drinking. While she kissed me, I rubbed her back, slowly moving my hands towards the clasp of her bra top. "Yes, take it off, baby," Barbara whispered excitedly. I finally found the clasp, fumbled a little but finally undid it, and she whipped it off, revealing those beautiful breasts. She took my hands and put them on her bosom, and from there I needed no further instruction. I cupped, stroked, and fondled them while she watched and her arousal grew. Barbara pressed lightly on the back of my head, and I found myself up close and personal with some very lovely real estate, using my tongue and lips to make her call my name. I thought she was going to want to suck my cock, but I only sucked on her tits for a few minutes when Barbara laid down, spread her legs, and pulled me down on top of her. I quickly yanked off my golf shirt, trousers and flip-flops and boxers. I was soon lost in her chocolate beauty, making her cum over and over again. The flight went very quickly. By the time the plane had landed, Barbara was as relaxed and satisfied as any woman could possibly be. The rest of the evening was very enjoyable. Two weeks later... Unfortunately, I couldn't whisk myself and these three beauties off to some tropical island, like Neil did with his. Although Willis' enormous second house by the beach served our purposes well enough. Still, I had these three women, all to myself. In between me or Kelli going somewhere to do a presentation about slavery -- on the private jet that Willis no longer knows he has -- the four of us would get together and make love far into the night, and sometimes all day too, if we came back early enough. Sometimes Kelli and I took the private jet together, because we would both have presentations in the same city. And what a flight that would be. The presentations themselves, however, were magical, especially when Kelli and I were together. I guess the kids were impressed that a black woman and a white man could work so, ahem, harmoniously together. But even when we had separate presentations at separate schools, people were very positive and supportive. One morning, I decided to send a thank-you email to Neil. I clicked send and then shut down my laptop, just as Pam came into my office. She wore tight white slacks, a tight lavender cotton top, and white high heeled sandals, her hair pinned up, her long nails painted a similar lavender color. A Very Strange E-Mail She came around my desk and sat in my lap. She ran her nails through my hair and smiled. "What'cha doing, baby?" I looked up and smiled back. "Nothing much," I replied. "What about you?" "Nothing much," she said, her smile widening. "My day planner is all clear." I pulled Pam closer to me, so her breasts pressed against me. "That's good. So's mine." "Kelli just called," Pam said casually. "She said to tell you that her flight has been delayed due to thunderstorms back east. She won't be back until tomorrow morning." "Looks like you've got me all to yourself," I grinned. Just one beautiful black woman to make love with all day. Could be worse! "That's absolutely right, baby," she smiled tenderly. Pam bent down to kiss me as I cupped her breasts through her tight top.