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Italian Teases/Pleases Black  Ch. 01

By: BlkRainbow



As a successful black executive Kirk avoids the perils of the casting couch and has learned the value of patience. He never seeks liaisons with women during interviews but knows from experience that by waiting patiently many, especially those of another race, will make an overture. Be it in a week, a month or a year – they do! By serendipity or design many find their way to the board room ... and his bedroom. 

Self-proclaimed conservative Italian Carmina is an explosive case in point.

Kirk interviewed Carmina while recovering from a recent bad hire. As a newly minted African American VP, he vowed to do his part for racial equality. He was determined to hire a minority assistant and did, but with awful results. She had limited experience and, he soon learned, lacked the skills, polish and demeanor suitable for the executive suite. She had to go!

Being under the gun, He culled a stack of resumes from HR down to five and scheduled back to back interviews for Friday to make a decision over the weekend. Carmina's resume was a last minute addition at the suggestion of a fellow VP who had used her as a temp. He added her to his list and set a 5:00 PM appointment.

By the time for her interview, Kirk had narrowed his list to two. He was reviewing her resume when the lobby receptionist called to announce her arrival. 

"I'll pick her up in five minutes"

"I'm leaving now but will let her know."

He continued scanning – around 40, some college, secretarial work for two companies, considerable time as a realtor in New York City and Chicago, currently an executive agency temp and an avid runner. He tucked it away and proceeded to the lobby.

He was surprised to find two women waiting. One, a tall blonde, overdressed in a blue suit with a tad too much jewelry was poised expectantly on the edge of her seat. The other was more diminutive with olive skin wearing a red dress. Her briefcase leaned against her chair, her back against the sofa cushions, legs crossed and perusing a magazine. 

Having just read that Carmina was a runner, he checked out their legs and strode towards the most toned and shapely pair. 

"Hello Carmina!"

He was treated to a dazzling smile as she uncrossed her legs with an audible swish, stood and extended her hand. Her handshake was feminine but firm befitting a realtor. He gestured the direction and they walked to his office.

Reaching the door, he stepped aside and pointed to the circular table at one end of his office. 

"Let's sit there. I don't want my huge desk to be a barrier because it can be intimidating." 

"Not to worry, I'm not easily intimidated." 

"I like confidence"

He held her chair for her and caught another glimpse of her shapely legs through a four inch slit in her dress. He doffed his jacket and took a seat across from her. 

"Before we start, can I ask a question?" 

"Of course!" thinking she might need to make a restroom visit. 

"Could you tell me how you knew to approach me instead of the other woman?" 

Smiling, "I don't want to offend you but I KNEW! But answering might be against HR policy." 

"It was my complexion right?" 

"No, even though some equate olive skin and Italian, I know that some Italians are fair skinned and some Caucasians have Italian married names." 

"But you didn't hesitate so how did you know?" 

"At the risk of offending you and violating HR policy, it was your legs! Your resume indicated that you're a runner and your legs fit the bill." 

She smiled brightly, extending one leg and twirling her foot in the air. 

"I'm not at all offended. I'm pleased that my hard work is evident. Thanks for the compliment! They told me that you were quite observant. I see that they were right!" 

"Why did the question occur to you?" 

"I was concerned that I hadn't dressed appropriately after seeing the other lady. Then I saw you in your Armani suit - I just saw the label when you took off your jacket! I'm pretty observant too!" 

Chuckling, "It made me nervous. I'm just a conservative hard working girl from an Italian neighborhood that lets my work speak for me!"

"So we both admire things Italian!" 

She laughed and that set the tone for the time they spent together. He noticed goose bumps on both arms. 

"Are you cold? The air conditioning is quite high today." 

Settling back into her chair, she said "No, I'm fine." and seemed ready to proceed. 

Unlike many interviewees, she was relaxed. Leaning forward with her arms resting on the tabletop, her dark brown eyes made direct contact as they spoke. He observed that she occasionally stroked her right forearm with her left hand. When she did this a second time, he noticed her unusual wedding band – an inch wide gold band with a delicate filigree adorning the top and bottom edges. Her movement also caused him to notice that her forearms were covered by fine black strands that matched her curly black coiffure. 

Throughout their chat, he observed many positives – confident demeanor, well spoken and good knowledge of the company. Her preparation was evident as they chatted and she was ready with not only responses to questions but offered good examples as well. 

He learned that she was a "trailing spouse" who had married her high school sweetheart, an engineer at a large chemical concern. She had dropped out of college when they married, wanted to finish school but his frequent relocations played havoc with her schedule. She was studying for the realtor exam but had grown comfortable at the company during her temp stint and requested an interview. 

As they neared the end of the interview she mentioned that she'd heard he was divorced and had a fiancé. She added that there had also been some concern in HR that he might resign because the company would not hire her as well. "It was whispered that the Exec VP of HR expressed displeasure that you two are a mixed couple." While this was new information to him, it enhanced Carmina's standing. One of the things he needed was an assistant who could be his eyes and ears to make him aware of scuttlebutt that might affect him.

Having covered the needed ground, he ended the meeting. As he did, he noticed that they'd taken more time than planned and it was dark outside. He apologized for keeping her so long. 

"Where did you park?" 

"At the back of the lot, all the visitor spaces were taken when I arrived. Instead of meandering looking for an open space, I parked on the back row. That let me use the nearby rear entrance and avoid a long walk in this heat." 

"I'll walk you out so you're not alone in the dark."

"Thanks! I appreciate that." 

She continued walking as he paused to lock the door which gave him the opportunity to watch her from behind - the sway of her hips, nice calves and slim ankles in her stylish Ferragamo pumps.

Approaching her car parked in the shadows at the very back of the lot, a blink of her parking lights indicated that she'd unlocked the doors with her key fob. He opened the driver's side so she could slide in, the dome light bathing the interior. 

"Well I guess chivalry is not dead. That's the first time in years anyone has held a door open for me, including my husband!" 

"It's my pleasure!" 

She sat facing him, looked him directly in the eyes and nonchalantly flipped her dress well above her knees. Although the dome light was at her back and her legs outside the car, he could see clearly. She then lifted her right leg to remove the shoe from her foot. The movement caused the right side of her dress to slip up well above mid-thigh. Ignoring her dress, she continued looking him directly in the eyes and lifted her left leg to remove the other shoe. The left side of her dress slid back too until the hem of her dress rested invitingly well up her lap. Kirk felt a stirring in his groin as he looked down upon display of silk covered Italian flesh. If she was bold or careless enough to show, he was damned well bold and attentive enough to look. Smiling and seemingly oblivious to her raised hem, she retrieved some driving moccasins from the floorboard. 

"A realtor trick!" She quipped and slipped them on. "Its safer and keeps from scuffing my heels."

"I see!" he said while his eyes alternated between hers and between her well toned legs.

"Thanks for letting me interview me. I'm sure you must have better qualified candidates." 

He didn't dissuade her. 

She lifted her legs, swung in with the hem of her dress still in her lap and leaned on the console to deposit her briefcase and heels. Her dress slipped up even further, showcasing her toned legs almost to her ass. Her hose shimmered in the soft light as she seemed to linger, almost posing, before finally sitting up and closing the door. 



"Have a great weekend!" he said through her rolled down window still perusing her completely exposed legs and feeling the pulsing between his own. 

"You too!" slipping her car into gear. 

"Unlikely. I've got a presentation to prepare. But thanks!"

He mused as he reentered his office "While sensuality will play no role in my decision, she nonetheless has her share of it. Did she think I was unable to see her cancan show because the parking lot was dark?" 

Had he not been so engrossed in reflecting on the cock hardening display of flesh he'd just witnessed, he might have heard her chuckling as she drove away. She then tugged the hem of her dress down, lady-like, to her knees.

Strolling back to the building, "Whatever the case" he shrugged, "She'd interviewed well and is a close #3 on my list. Only her light experience holds her back." He returned to his office, tucked her resume with those of the two the leading prospects and flipped the lights off. 

Italian Teases/Pleases Black  Ch. 02



Note: Be sure to read Chapter 1 first to get the full essence of this story

With no assistant and a presentation due Monday, Kirk wasn't traveling to the East Coast to see his fiancé or the Midwest to see his children. He was reconciled to a weekend in the office catching up and pulling together his presentation.

He arrived at his office early Saturday, coffee in hand and wearing a sleeveless T-shirt over tight jeans. Being alone, casual dress was OK. At around eleven, he was surprised by his phone ringing. He'd spoken to his kids and fiancé earlier. He glanced at the unfamiliar number on my Caller ID. 

"Hullo!" 

"Hi this is Carmina." 

"Oh, good morning." 

"I thought you might be in the office and I wonder if you'd do me a big favor" 

"I'll try."

"Because yesterday was my last day of my temp assignment, I was supposed to remove my personal stuff from my desk. I planned to do it after our meeting but we ran a little long." 

"Oh, I'm sorry! I apologize!"

"That's OK. But my access card has been deactivated so I can't get in." 

"Call me when you arrive, I'm here all day." 

"I'm outside. My husband and I just finished our morning run and dropped by to get my stuff. That's how I learned my access card no longer works!" 

"I'll be right down!"

He spotted them in their running gear as he neared the door. Carmina's eye pleasing legs were clad in black spandex topped by an oversized sweat shirt that stopped just below her ass cheeks. Her slightly taller husband, with a full head of salt n pepper hair was also wearing spandex tights under a matching jacket. He was holding a small box to carry her belongings as Kirk opened the door.

"Good morning Carmina. Again I have to apologize."

"No problem. This is my husband Gio." 

His handshake wasn't unfriendly but certainly not warm. Kirk mused "She probably forgot to tell him that I was black!" 

"Follow me. I'll need to use my access card to get you into your old area." 

Upon arriving at her desk, she set about gathering her belongings including a smiling picture of the two of them. She efficiently filled the box that she'd perched on a chair. "All set!" she said. Her husband picked up the box, ready to depart. 

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Carmina exclaimed. We need to move the desk back to where it was when I got here! Maintenance was supposed to do it yesterday but I didn't get back in time." Her husband stepped forward, grabbed the lip of the desktop and said "Tell me where you want it!" Carmina gestured where he should move it. He tried lifting it but grunted "Boy that's heavy!" He tried a second time but barely moved the heavy furniture from the track its weight had embedded in the carpeting. 

"Let me give it a try" Kirk said stepping forward to grasp the lip of the desk. He swung it up easily and pivoted it into the depression in the carpet where it had formerly rested. He smiled inwardly noticing their incredulous expressions. Without a word, her husband picked up her box of belongings.

"You're welcome!" Kirk replied in response to Carmina's thanks, told her hubby that it was a pleasure to meet him and bade them a good day.

He made good progress and about caught up on work unattended due to the lack of an assistant. Rather than plunge into his presentation and some odd correspondence, he decided to call it a day. 

Because he'd missed his workouts the past two days due to a crazy schedule, he decided to ride his bike to the office instead of driving the next day. He threw on a white armless singlet, stretched into some "2nd skin" cycling shorts, laced up his shoes, threw a backpack over his shoulder and set off. He quickly covered the ten mile distance and managed to work up a good sweat by the time he coasted into the parking lot. He unlocked the door, wheeled the bike in and rested it on the wall outside his office.

By around 3:00 he'd crudely sketched out the slides for Monday. Now for the drudgery – he had to convert the sketches into a professional presentation. He cursed himself under his breath for not having an assistant. "Now of all times! I should be back east getting laid but I'm stuck here in this sweltering office!!" 

Just as he started loading updated PowerPoint software on his computer, the phone rang. Kirk recognized the number as Carmina's from the previous day. After an exchange of greetings, she said "I know that I won't be your selection but did want to make an offer. You're probably working on your presentation and I'll be glad to help with your slides." She was right that he'd about settled on another candidate so he indicated that it would be unfair for him to take up her day. 

"That's not a problem. I just dropped my husband off at the airport. He's traveling for a few days and I have nothing planned. I can be there in twenty minutes if you need a hand." 

With some hesitancy, but considering his rusty PowerPoint skills, he accepted her offer.

She called again signaling her arrival. He strode down to let her in. Instead of the "Hello" he expected, she instead said "Now I see what my husband was talking about!" as she admired his biceps. 

"Oh?" he asked quizzically. She shared that her hubby had expected a skinny blonde preppy type but instead encountered a big black guy who was strong as a bull. 

"You must do some serious weightlifting" eyeing his arms.

He'd momentarily forgotten what he was wearing but was quickly reminded as her eyes appraised his physique and seemed to flutter as she gazed at the bulge between his legs. Kirk's eyes, hopefully less obviously, drank in her tight fitting white spandex gear. The tight pants gave him a total view of her athletic legs, the curve of her tight shapely ass and were topped by a waist length matching jacket with a diagonal pink stripe.. 

"Thanks for your offer to help! It is both appreciated and needed."

Knowing the way, she set off towards his office with him lingering slightly to take in her alluring curves. As they arrived, she said "OK, where do we need to start?" 

He flipped through the sketches and told her what he wanted to accomplish on each slide. He also mentioned the strictly imposed twenty minute time limit. He unlocked his assistant's office, typed in the password to allow her access to the computer and servers and stepped away. 

"Let me know if you need me to decipher my notes and scrawls." 

"I can make them out OK, I should have something for you in an hour."

True to her word, he heard her clear her throat to announce her presence. He glanced up to see something very easy on the eyes. She had doffed her jacket due to the stifling heat. Her tight white top stopped about an inch from the waist of her form fitting pants exposing some soft olive skin. She was clearly braless as he could make out the slight traces of her nipples. Glancing downward, he could see an unmistakable camel toe as her tight pants adhered to her mound. Before averting his eyes he saw the shadowy black "V" of her pubes. 

"Want to take a quick look over my shoulder and let me know what you think?" 

"Yeah!" and stood up from behind his desk. Her eyes again made direct contact ... with the bulge between Kirk's legs. Her eyes widened noticeably as she stared and her jaw fell slack as he stepped in her direction. She took a long slow deep breath before turning on her heel. 

She slid into her chair and began slowly clicking through the slides. He was impressed but noted some needed changes. 

"First" he commented, I want to use the colors I'd indicated." 

"I understand but don't think that's a good idea. The colors you chose are difficult for color blind people to see and the Chairman is colorblind." He was dumbstruck because he didn't know this! A good assistant would but not so his recently fired one. 

"Also, slides 3 & 6 are too wordy. I suggest inserting a video clip from Market Research that covers the same points. Another trick I learned during my realtor days." 

When he indicated a lack of familiarity with the clips, her deft keystrokes accessed the market research server and they began to play. 

"That's exactly what I need!" Kirk exclaimed. 

"Just ask and you'll be rewarded!" she quipped. In short order, they'd finished off the presentation that would have taken him until the wee hours. To say Kirk was pleased was an understatement. 

"Now let's do a walk through!" she stood and headed towards the nearby executive conference room. He followed at a distance taking in the sway of her hips. The absence of a panty line confirmed she was not wearing any. 

She opened the door, gestured to the control console and perched on the corner of a table near the massive screen at the front of the room. 

"You should use the controls beneath the screen like you will on Monday. I'll listen and critique." 

He moved to the controls, positioned the cursor and started. Knowing his subject matter well, he breezed through the presentation. She listened attentively and seemed to squirm a bit on her seat as he moved from slide to slide. Her nipples, no longer a faint trace, stood erect on her small perky tits. Her eyes were fixed on his cock which he felt stirring and becoming more prominent along his leg. Attentive to the two perky new members of his audience, Kirk paused for effect a couple of times before thanking his audience and inquiring if there were questions. 

Her head was down, hands gripping the tabletop tightly and she seemed to be trembling. She took several long, slow deep breaths before gasping a response.

"What an effect you have!" Catching herself ... "What an effect you WILL have! Between the great news you're presenting and that riveting baritone voice, you'll have them squirming in their seats! Great job!" 

"The credit goes to you!" 

She blushed, slid off the table and walked towards the back of the room. Kirk happened to glance down at where she'd been seated and was stunned by what he saw. He could make out the faint damp traces of her ass cheeks. Given the heat in the building, that was not surprising. What was surprising was the distinct wet spot between the ass cheek outlines. It was obvious that she was hot from something more than the temperature. Had she not still been in the room Kirk would have run a finger through the pooled wet spot and inhaled her moist aroma. 

As she returned to the front of the room, her eyes followed his to the wetness. As he looked up knowingly, she blanched. A red ring of obvious embarrassment crept from the base of her neck up to her cheeks. They exchanged glances but didn't speak but instead, turned off the lights and headed back to his office.

She returned to her office to gather up her belongings as he slid back behind his desk. She reappeared, with her jacket tied around her hips to hide the now obvious wetness between her legs. 

"You did a marvelous job preparing my presentation! I wonder if I can ask you to do something else for me?" 

Now recovered from her embarrassment, she struck a pose, arms stretched above her head, one foot thrust forward. 

"I'm all yours! What do you need?" 

He allowed a pregnant pause to pass and said nothing. Not missing a beat she quipped "I meant work, not a WORKOUT big boy!" Kirk chuckled heartily at her double entendre. 

"I MEANT work!" They laughed as he explained that they'd finished the presentation so quickly and would appreciate it if she'd help with some correspondence. In short order she completed that task and whizzed off to the mailroom to insure early pickup on Monday.

When she returned, Kirk was repacking his backpack and slipping on his jacket. 

"Its getting dark outside and I don't see any lights on your bike. You're not going to ride in the dark are you?" 

"I'll ride quickly and beat the darkness!" 

"That's crazy and dangerous! I want you alive so you're around to give that presentation that I just put my little cheeks into! Let's put your bike in my trunk and I'll give you a lift!" 

There was no arguing with either her logic or her sudden 'Mother Hen' attitude. He accepted so she returned to the assistant's office to retrieve her purse. Kirk rolled his bike down the hall to wait. As he arrived at the door, Carmina was slipping into her jacket. When she bent over to pick up her purse, there was no question now that she was wet! A wet ring covered her pussy, butt cheeks and upper thighs. She had soaked her pants to the point of them being nearly transparent giving him a clear view of her nether lips and long strands of black hair plastered to her legs.

He gave her directions and they drove in silence. Surely she must know he was partaking of the aroma of the nectar emanating from between her legs. As they approached a driveway leading to a branch of his bank, Kirk told her "Turn in here." 

Her head quickly spun in his direction with a quizzical look as if saying "Why do you want me to pull into a dark parking lot?" He explained that he needed to use the ATM and she exhaled. "Oh!" she said in a relieved whisper. 

The low ATMs were positioned for drive-up convenience so he had to get out and walk around the car. His ass was positioned at the height of her eyes as he stood at the ATM. He glanced over his shoulder and apologized for the display. 

"Nice view from where I sit!" she laughed. Completing a withdrawal, Kirk turned to see her eyes fixed on his crotch. Her tongue flicked quickly over her lips and she swallowed noticeably. He slid back into the passenger's seat and noticed she'd tossed her jacket on the back seat. As they drove her nipples seemed even more erect and the aroma of her nectar was more noticeable.

They made small talk as they drove. She inquired about when he'd last seen his fiancé. When he told her that it had been two weeks, she stared directly at his crotch and said 'Poor girl, she must be climbing the walls!" Kirk said "Me too 'cause going from twice a day to twice a month is tough!" Her jaw dropped. 

"Are you saying you two made love twice a day? That's a month's worth for ..." her voiced trailed off.

His eyes twinkled "Yep, every day!" 

"You two must not have been together long!" she said in a shaky voice. "Only rabbits go at it like that after a few weeks!" 

"Two years. Call me Brer Rabbit and throw me back into the briar patch!" 

"Oh my God!" she said with her breast heaving noticeably! "You poor thing!" Noticing her now ragged breathing, he changed the subject. 

Arriving at his townhouse, he walked to the trunk to retrieve his bike. Instead of pushing the inside release button, she slid out to open the lid. Kirk retrieved his bike, stood it on its stand and thanked her for her help. He lightly grasped her hands and pressed the $200 he'd withdrawn into her palms. 

"This is just a token to show my appreciation." Refusing his gesture, she pressed it back into his palms "Save it for a celebratory dinner after your presentation." 

"OK, I'll buy you and your hubby dinner." 

"That is NOT quite what I meant! He didn't do your presentation." 

"Ahhh!", Kirk hesitated, "Just wish me luck to insure there's something to celebrate." He again grasped her hand and placed the folded bills back into her palm. Instead of refusing this time, she pulled the neckline of her top outward to tuck the money away. She pulled it out far more than was necessary, giving him a clear view of both her tits almost to the hard nipples that were poking out like pencil erasers.

Kirk extended a hand in thanks and said "Wish me luck."

Ignoring his hand, she said "I'll just wish you luck like I do my hubby." Before he could ask how, she rose on tiptoes, pressed her pelvis against his now hard cock with the slightest hint of a wiggle and gave him a soft peck on the lips. As she withdrew, she'd whispered "Good luck!" 

"And what, pray tell, does hubby do when your wish comes true?" 

"Him?" as if he'd struck a nerve, "Nothing! "But I'm sure you'll do better!" She patted Kirk's chest, smiled and retook the wheel. Waving with cupped fingers, she drove away.

Carmina was sure that was the last time she'd see him. "He'll hire one of the others but I gave him a good show. He made me wet and I made him hard so we both had a stimulating day!" She then chuckled and mildly scolded herself. 

"Get a grip Carmee! Good Catholic girls don't throw themselves at men even when they're hunks like him. You showed him damned near your whole Sicilian body! Here you are in heat wanting that big black cock of his buried in your snatch when even your husband barely touches you! But you wouldn't have said no to that ebony Adonis – you wanted him to fuck you silly! If he had asked you to come in, you'd have begged him to cum deep inside of your dripping Italian pussy! "

As he wheeled his bike to the garage, Kirk was left by her to muse yet again. 

"I'm not sure what all that meant. Two ships passing in the night or a harbinger of things to cum ..."



Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 03



Please read Chapters 1 & 2 to follow the flow of this unfolding story

*

By the time Monday morning rolled around, Kirk had narrowed his choices down to two -- Carmina and another candidate. Given his flubbed previous hire, the more experienced second candidate was the "safe" bet. He was leaning in her direction but opted to concentrate on his presentation first and make a decision afterward.

The presentation went exceptionally well with kudos from all around. However, the chairman's effusive comments were both striking and out of character for "The Robot" as he was referred to out of earshot.

"That was probably the best presentation I've ever seen! Your numbers were good, you ran 19 ½ minutes, using videos was a nice touch and, by the way, thanks for using colors that I could read!"

With his praise still ringing in his ears, Kirk stopped and chatted with the VP of HR before returning to his office. He informed him that Carmina was his choice and asked him to notify her at once in hopes she could start work tomorrow.

With two major issues behind, he decided to catch up on emails. He did a quick scan of the "SENDER" column to pick out the items that needed immediate attention. With those addressed, Kirk turned to the rest. He noticed one from Carmina but, curiously, not one from her leading competitor. Carmina's read:

Dear Kirk,

I so appreciate your taking the time to interview me. Even more so I appreciate the opportunity that I had to work with you over the weekend. I hope the presentation went well.

Because I know that you have better qualified candidates to become your assistant, I wonder if you would be kind enough to provide me a reference. Any positive feedback you might consider passing along to the temp agency would be most helpful when they have another fill-in assignment available.

It was a real pleasure to have met you and I wish you great success!

Sincerely,

Carmina

Kirk chuckled "Boy won't she be surprised when she hears from HR!"

He turned his attention to several other items that had been left unattended and ate lunch at his desk to prepare for a couple of conference calls in the afternoon. He made good headway, survived the sometimes rambling calls and allowed himself a brief "mini mental vacation". He pushed his chair away from the desk, took a few deep meditative breaths and allowed his mind to float on a sea of nothingness. His break was soon interrupted by the phone. It was the HR VP advising that Carmina had some questions before completing her paperwork.

"Would it be OK if I bring her down to your office now?"

"Of course!" pulling his chair from its reclining position and awaited their arrival. A soft knock on the door announced their presence.

"Please come in Carmina and thanks Jed!"

She was pensive at first but positively beamed as Kirk gestured her towards a seat at his work table and greeted her - "Welcome aboard!"

"Thank you! Those are just the words I wanted to hear! I've been pinching myself all day after getting the call!"

"Its very real so you need not pinch yourself anymore."

"With all the other better qualified candidates, I was SURE that you'd hire one of them! I honestly didn't expect an offer and let myself be a bit playful both Friday and Sunday. Far too playful! Can I ask why you picked me?"

"Oh that's easy! There were three things actually. First, there was your work. You did a great job on my presentation with little direction."

"Thank you!"

"Second, you demonstrated how observant you are. I wouldn't have known about the chairman's color blindness or the market research videos you suggested. I only wish you could have heard his praise personally!"

"Great! I tried to talk the exec I was temping for to use videos and change color schemes but he wasn't up for trying anything new."

"Third, you let me see the real you instead of tiptoeing around on egg shells!"

At that comment, she winced at bit. "I was hoping we could chat about that because I'm afraid I let you see more of the real me than probably was appropriate!"

Catching her drift, Kirk chuckled.

"I was sure I wouldn't get an offer from you knowing you had better candidates. Because you identified me by my legs on Friday, I decided to give you a good view of them in the parking lot knowing that I'd probably never see you again."

"I wasn't sure quite what to make of the show but it did reaffirm that you have some awesome legs!"

"Thank you, I think, but ..."

"Oh?"

"Showing off my legs on Friday was one thing but then there's Sunday. KNOWING I wouldn't get a job offer, I decided to offer to help with your presentation to get a good referral from you. Then, things sorta got out of control."

"Oh?"

"As I typed your presentation, I was impressed by your choice of words. Then I heard you deliver them. -- Oh, my goodness!"

"Your words ... your mannerisms ... your melodious voice and to be honest, the way your awesome physique looked in your outfit, I couldn't contain myself! I probably needed to listen more and leer ... ah, er ... look less!"

"Then I felt your soft full lips when I dropped you off at home. I almost begged you to drag me inside and ravish me! I waaaay overstepped professional bounds and I apologize."

"That could probably be said of both of us! Look you'll have to admit that the circumstances were most unusual. We were both lightly dressed due to the weather and hadn't expected to see each other. And besides, despite what HR guidelines say, we're human and humans (at least living ones) have very real reactions to the opposite sex!"

"I just didn't want to leave any false impressions."

"No, your impressions were very real!"

She blushed brightly "I fretted all weekend about certain impressions I left in the boardroom!"

"Not to worry, I'm pretty observant too so the tabletops were cleaned and polished this morning!"

"Now I'm doubly embarrassed! That has NEVER happened before! First my eyes wandered, my mind followed and I ... I just couldn't hold back! Stammering to find her words, I had a ... err ... ahh ... an uncontrollable visceral reaction!"

"Again, not to worry, its unlikely to ever happen again. I have a fiancé and you're happily married. I just hope your hubby didn't catch me leering at you!"

"Him?" chuckling "The only thing he said was 'Did you see the guns on that guy!? I'll bet they're sixteen or seventeen inches!' Was he right?"

"Right about ...? Oh, let's just avoid discussing anything that requires a tape measure!"

After a shared laugh, she said "I just have one more question -- a very important one to me."

"Please ask."

"Can we, after the events of the weekend, work together as two professionals without any expectations of anything personal?"

"Absolutely! Besides our having our own relationships, even a hint of me having an affair with a married direct report, of a different race to boot, could ruin my career."

"I am so glad to hear you say that. I think we can make a great team! And ..., can we make one small exception to our rules?"

"And what would that be?"

"Is it OK if I give you a discreet 'Good Luck!' peck and you give me one in return to say 'Thank you!' when I've done a good job? That's showing professional appreciation, not a sexual come on."

Kirk reflected on the possible implications -- "OK, deal!"

With the air cleared, they planned the next day from the time of her arrival to what he hoped to accomplish. She left smiling broadly after a half hour chat to complete her paperwork.

Over the next year, Kirk could not have asked for a better assistant. Her work was top notch. She managed his schedule despite the numerous changes and emergencies plus efficiently managed both his business and personal travel. She contributed heavily to his quick promotions to Sr. VP and then Exec VP.

They enjoyed friendly banter when they were alone including an occasional quip.

"Men get grouchy when they don't get laid often enough so hurry so you don't miss your plane home! Your poor fiancé has to be climbing the walls!"

"How do you know I'm not getting laid?"

Her head snapped around in genuine surprise. She later learned that he wasn't kidding when he asked her to make reservations for one of his "friends" who would fly in when he wasn't going home to the east coast. She grew comfortable enough to ask a bit about each of them.

Over time, Kirk observed several of her tendencies. One of the more interesting was that she'd wear the red dress that she wore to her interview on special occasions. He particularly recalled once on the day before her birthday. He alluded to the fact that he knew she had a special day coming up and he'd have to do something appropriate. She arrived the next day beaming brightly in her red dress. Her smile widened when she saw the roses he'd had delivered on her desk. As lunch time rolled around, Kirk told her to drop what she was doing and follow him.

She was positively radiant as he opened the door to his Porsche and she slid in awkwardly giving him a generous view of her thighs.

"That's more of me than you've seen since the first weekend we met!" she chuckled.

"Not quite unless you're not counting the wardrobe malfunction when the buttons on your blouse popped open and put the girls on full display!"

"That doesn't count because my breasts are small and I already know that you're a leg man!"

"So you noticed? Yours are sensuous indeed due to your running and those awesome hose you wear!"

"Hmmm ... so you noticed something too?" she said, lifting the hem of her dress in an exaggerated fashion showing both legs well up her thighs and slowly crossing them. "I try to put my best foot, or rather leg, forward!"

When she learned they were headed to a lunch that he'd set up with all her executive assistant colleagues, he wasn't sure if she was pleased or disappointed. That concern was erased when Kirk escorted her into the restaurant on his arm and the ladies all stood to wish her a happy birthday. She was gushing when she returned. She locked the door, rushed around his desk and gave him a warm hug with a lingering soft peck on the lips.

"Thank you so much! The other girls are envious of me working for you!"

In addition to her 'red dress on special days, one other insight gleaned was her unfailing light 'Good Luck!' peck on the lips before his monthly overseas jaunts and her looking forward to a 'Thank You!" peck upon his return. He typically returned late Friday afternoon and asked her to leave his mail on his desk so he could retrieve it as he passed from the airport. Invariably, even when his flight was late, he'd arrive to find her waiting expectantly for her kiss.

On several occasions Kirk changed flights and flew directly to the east coast or Midwest. He'd sometimes forget the ritual kiss on Monday and be reminded by a stern "Where's my kiss?" On one trip, even though he was returning to home base, he called ahead and told her that he was tired and going straight home and would stop by the office Saturday morning for his mail.

"I'll bring it to your house!"

"No, I'll get it in the morning!

"Don't be silly! I pass your place on the way home so it's not a bother. Since you're arriving earlier than usual, I'll be there at 4:00!"

"OK" he said little sensing that a change in their relationship might be in the offing.

She arrived promptly at four, parked in front of his townhouse and rang the door bell. Despite her arms being full of mail, she turned away as Kirk reached to unburden her.

"First things first!" she insisted and puckered her lips. He smiled and obligingly kissed her, lingering longer than he might in the office.

"Now take all this crap! Its heavy!"

She'd already sorted the mail in order of importance so they sat side by side on his elongated couch, made short work of the mail and she caught him up on the office scuttlebutt. They'd finished but she showed no signs of leaving so Kirk offered her a glass of wine.

He heard, "I'll come with you" as he started up the steps to the dining room and kitchen level. He poured them each a glass and they sat at the glass topped table chatting. Although they were side by side, she faced away from him with her arm resting on the table. He took in her profile as they chatted -- a dark orchid silk blouse, a textured rough silk skirt, her usual silky hose and doe skin loafers with one dangling from the tip of her toes. He noticed that her skirt was pulled conservatively to her knees as he looked through the smoky tabletop. They continued chatting about nothing in particular when their eyes met and he detected a questioning look.

Then it hit him! As he connected the dots, there were too many of them for their being alone together to be a coincidence. First, the blouse -- it was the same one that suffered the wardrobe malfunction ... the insistence on bringing his mail to his home for the first time ever ... her insistence of being kissed before handing it over ... her lingering and accepting a glass of wine ...

"I'm slow but not dumb -- she planned this!" he decided "In for a penny ...!"

Almost simultaneously, she glanced at her watch.

"Where did the time go? I'd better get going!"

They stood and went down the stairs to the lower level. She retrieved her purse from the sofa and threw it over her shoulder and strode back to where Kirk was waiting in the middle of the room. She looked up expectantly awaiting their ritualistic peck. He bent slightly and as their lips met, his arms began to encircle her and his tongue lightly probed her lips.

It was as if he had flipped her lust switch and released a year of pent-up passion!

She shrugged her shoulder allowing her purse to drop to the floor and hugged his neck tighter than he'd been hugged before or since. Despite a 75 lb weight difference, he couldn't have extracted himself even if he'd wanted to. Her pelvis slammed into his quickly hardening manhood and her tongue explored his lips, plunged deeply into his mouth as she moaned and grunted with excitement. She rose higher on her toes each time he probed her mouth. As he caressed her ass, she rolled her hips slowly and pressed even harder against his now prominent cock.

After five minutes of interrupted dancing tongues and throbbing loins, she pulled her head back slightly and heavily whispered "You really know how to get me going!"

Biting his lower lip gently and again rolling her hips against his groin, she gasped "I wondered if you were ever going to hit on me!"

Withdrawing from his embrace and kicking off a shoe with each step towards the sofa "I've got to sit down to catch my breath!"

She slumped on the burgundy cushions at one end of his L-shaped sofa as Kirk took a seat at the opposite end. Her chest heaving, her eyes never blinked as she stared in his direction.

When her breathing became a bit more normal, he patted the cushion next to where he was seated -- "Come closer!"

Instead of standing and walking over, she slid back further on the cushion where she sat, pulled her legs beneath her into a kneeling position and pulled up her skirt to almost reveal her panties and began crawling towards him. His eyes alternated between feasting on her exposed legs and her hungry stare as she crawled forward. Her nipples were pressing against her blouse, her face a mask of lust.

As she drew near, Kirk slipped a hand inside one thigh and reveled in the silky smooth texture. Sliding it beneath hiked up skirt, he cupped her hot, damp, puffy mound. She didn't flinch at his first intimate touch. As he continued caressing her pussy lightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began planting light kisses on his neck and face.

Kirk pulled her into a sitting position, her legs folded and her skirt mid-thigh. He caressed her breasts through her silky blouse. Her head bowed and followed every move of his muscular black hands. As he unbuttoned the top button, she craned her neck lower to follow the movements of his fingers.

Her gaze never shifted as he slowly released each button, pulled the hem from her waistband and pulled the sides open to expose her heaving chest under her lacy pink bra. Kirk unfastened the plastic front clasp to reveal her pert nipples.

"I love the contrast of your strong black hands on my pink skin!"

She jumped slightly as he ran his fingertips over each hard nub and flinched as his lips enclosed one. With each flick on his tongue on one nipple and the accompanying light squeezes from his hand on the other, she moaned.

He moved her legs onto the floor to gain access to her pussy and continued sucking each breast in turn. She spread her legs wider to give his hand access as he slowly stroked her inner thighs ... up one until feeling her damp heat and then down the other. When he again cupped her mound, her hips rose to meet his hand.

He moved upward to the waistband and slipped a hand under her hose into her damp panties. He lightly brushed his fingers through her soft velvety pubes and alternated kissing her lips and nuzzling her nipples. He slipped one finger into her hot, wet slit and softly caressed her erect clit with his thumb. He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, probing her deeply with his tongue when she exploded with a loud grunt!

"Ooommmph!" Her hips thrust upward and humped his hand in a frenzy driving his finger deeper into her sopping wet canal. Her heels dug into the carpeting and she froze in mid-air! First she stopped breathing and then erupted into another fit of hip thrusting and came hard again. She slumped after her explosive release and began sliding off the sofa unto the floor. She moaned, "Ooooh...! Oooooh...! Oooooh ... WOW!" as ripples of tiny orgasms fluttered through her loins.

She collapsed against him and only his holding her prevented her from sliding completely onto the floor.

Kirk lifted her back into a sitting position as he withdrew his hand from her panties. She left her legs gapped open and stared at him. "You've got GREAT hands!"

With her legs still spread and her breasts heaving she glanced at her watch.

"You're not going to let me say no are you?"

Knowing that she was already likely later getting home than usual and knowing that she'd probably told hubby that she was at his place he said -

"Yes, for two reasons. First I don't do quickies and second I want you to be sure this is a step you want to take. It's a big one and once taken, there's no going back."

She seemed torn, disappointed that he'd stopped but somewhat relieved as she began to straighten her clothing.

"Where's your bathroom, I need to touch up my face and hair."

Kirk took her hand guided her up the steps to the powder room and encircled her waist with his hands from behind holding her blouse open. Her eyes barely left his dark hands as they stroked her red tipped breasts until finally withdrawing them to allow her to finish making herself presentable.

They walked to the door, shared a soft kiss with flashing tongues before she strode to her car.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you on Monday!"

"Are you going on another trip soon so I can drop your mail off?"

"Let's see what comes up."

She looked at Kirk's still hard cock and then into his eyes.

"I think I know!"

She walked unsteadily to her car.



Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 04



Please read the preceding chapters to follow Carmina's unleashed lust.



On the Monday following their torrid Friday petting session, Kirk arrived at the office alert for any tensions Carmina might display. There were absolutely none. Instead, he was greeted with a bright "Good morning!" and a reminder that they needed to sit down to go over his schedule for the next two arduous weeks. His fiancé was arriving with his kids on Friday for a trip to Disneyland followed by a two and a half day offsite meeting next week with his team from across the country. Her "You've really gotta CRAM it to get it all in!" accompanied by a smiling wink told him there was no need for concern.

She even shifted into her "Mother Hen" mode telling him that she was going to make sure that he worked smart and had enough energy left "to entertain your lady" was telling. She was equally at ease upon meeting his fiancé who thanked her for taking such good care of him. 

"I don't know how he ever got along without you. Thanks to you, he leaves work behind and seems so much more relaxed. Whatever you're doing to or for him – please keep it up!"

The following Monday, she mentioned "I was amazed at how tiny your fiancé is! That poor girl!"

"Do you mean poor or lucky?"

Chuckling, "Probably both!"

They sat to map out their week. His speech would be complete by this evening, a dress rehearsal tomorrow and the thank you luncheon for the support team was set. He was to be at the offsite hotel for a Wednesday morning kickoff and would be running nonstop until closing ceremonies at noon on Friday.

"Are you coming back to the office on Friday or heading home?"

"I'm going home."

"What time do you think you'll get there?"

"Why? You'll be long gone since I gave you the afternoon off."

"I was thinking I might drop your mail off at your house?"

"My best guess is around 2:00, but there's no need to drop the mail off. You're welcome to stop by but I will have worked enough."

"I may just do that."

"You're more than welcome. And one thing, if you do decide to swing by, park in the garage. We wouldn't want to start tongues wagging about you being at my house on your day off. A lot of people pass by my place. I'll leave the garage door up."

When Friday morning finally arrived, Carmina's stomach was tied in knots. She paced the floor trying to make a decision – to go or not to go. Luckily Gio had already departed and wasn't there to witness her turmoil. She tried to be logical.

"First and foremost, I shouldn't go because I am a married woman and have never strayed!"

"Second he's my boss, my black boss at that!"

"Third, we could both lose our jobs if anyone ever found out. No way can I afford to lose my $60,000 salary."

"If people found out, would I be vilified as 'just another black cum slut'? Some women will be jealous but call me names to vent their frustrations. Some anonymous men will try to mask their repressed feelings of inadequacy and penis envy by lashing out. Those narrow minded people might be critical but they don't know this patient and capable man like I do. He's left the competition in his wake and earned two major promotions, doubling both our incomes in the process!"

She walked into her closet trying to determine what to wear and her stream of consciousness continued.

"I might not even be able to take that black cock or perform up to his expectations – then what?"

"What if he wants to do some of the repulsive things Gio tried to force me to do like cumming in my mouth or wanting to fuck my ass?" 

She almost retched but then thought, "He's not like Gio. He doesn't force me, he could have twice, but lets me decide and boy does he ever make me feel good!"

Despite her inner turmoil, she smiled recalling the feeling of his mouth on her tits, his touch between her legs, the sheer joy she felt when he made her cum!

The mental seesaw of logic vs lust continued as she reached for her dress. "I can still back out between now and this afternoon."

At 1:30, still torn, she slipped behind the wheel of her car still uncertain if she'd stop at Kirk's or continue home.

After a super meeting that got rave reviews from all, Kirk arrived home shortly before 2:00. He raised the garage door in case she stopped by (a 50/50 chance he surmised) and went out to retrieve his mail. As he began thumbing through the stack of junk mail and bills, he heard the sound of a car door slamming shut followed by the purr of the electronic door opener. As he started towards the steps leading down to the garage, the access door opened and in she stepped – wearing her special occasion red dress.

He watched her walk up the steps "Well hello! I was wondering if you'd make it!"

"I'm here." 

As she reached the top of the staircase, he slipped an arm around her waist and escorted her into the living room. Once inside, he turned to face her and slipped his other arm around her in a full embrace.

"Thank you for your help with the meeting." He gave her a soft peck.

Then I followed with a longer, much more passionate, tongue inflamed kiss.

"And what was that one for?"

"To show you how much I appreciate you and how incredibly sensuous you are!"

"Thanks", she said and moved towards the sofa.

She sat at the very spot where she'd cum so hard on his hand on her previous mail stop.

She sat with her knees together, soles of her red pumps outward as she rocked her feet back on their three inch heels.

Fidgeting - "I still haven't decided whether or not to become intimate with you."

"I know it's a big step. We can talk about it upstairs," He extended his hand.

She shrugged her purse off her shoulder, took his hand and followed hesitantly as he led her to his third floor bedroom.

Reaching the top floor landing, he led her into the master suite. She paused as they stepped inside to look out onto the spacious deck, its loungers and large potted plants.

"That's sunny and inviting!"

Surrounding her waist with his arms, he turned her to face the floor to ceiling mirrored door of the entry closet.

Looking down into her reflected eyes "This is even more inviting!"

"Yes, it is nice." She said resting her hands on his arms. "Very nice!"

He grasped her hands and lifted them upward until she followed his lead and clasped her fingers behind his neck. Her eyes were intently watching as his hands slid over her hips, moved to her waist and glided upwards grazing her breasts. She shuddered as he kissed her neck and pressed his growing manhood slightly against her ass. 

"Let's take off your dress so it won't get wrinkled."

She pulled away and walked across the room, surveying as she walked. First looking down at the king-sized platform bed, peeking into the bath suite and its whirlpool tub, she continued across the room. She paused before the picture window, closed the shades and turned back to him.

She hesitated briefly then kicked off her shoes, looked him in the eye, unbuckled her belt and lifted her hands to begin slowly loosening her buttons. A one inch gap in her dress gave him a glimpse of olive skin.

She bent slightly and began lifting the hem. Kirk felt himself growing harder as each shapely inch of her silk encased legs came into view. Her well toned thighs were spread slightly revealing the gap between them. As she raised her dress more, he took a deep breath as her leopard print bikini panties came into view through her sheer to the waist hose. As he took in this inviting sight, her focus shifted to between his legs as his cock hardened and began to pulse slightly.

She pulled her dress over her head and paused as he whispered praise.

"You're beautiful! Simply gorgeous!" 

She smiled slightly as she offered him her dress to hang. He took the dress in one hand, led her to the head of the bed and turned back the duvet. Sliding her hands over the freshly laundered sheets, she turned and perched on the edge of the bed.

Kirk hung her dress in the walk-in closet never leaving her view, kicked off his shoes and stood before her. She watched expectantly and he began undressing. 

Her eyes followed each movement of his hands as he discarded his tie and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Not knowing if her indecision was because she was married, that he was her boss or their racial difference, Kirk was determined to let his big head rule instead of ravishing her quickly as the little head of his now throbbing cock insisted. Making too quick a move might make her bolt for the door.

As he tugged his shirt from his trousers and began slipping it off his shoulders, her eyes took in his broad black chest, well developed shoulders, massive arms and then seemed to focus on his still flat stomach. Recalling that she was visually curious from their last encounter, took two steps and stood only inches from her and mused. 

"If she wants to look at what I intend to give her, I'm going to give her an eyeful."

In response to his moving close, she lifted her legs, swiveled her body and lay on her side. One leg was bent at the knee and her head rested on one hand above a bent arm. Despite the movement, her eyes never left his crotch. She stared intently as he unbuckled his slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. She gasped as his throbbing manhood, barely contained in his navy blue bikinis, came into view. She blinked several times quickly, swallowed noticeably and peered intently at the precum wetness at the tip of the prominent head of his cock. He doffed his trousers followed by his socks then lay down beside her. She rolled onto her back to give him room.

He cradled her in his arms then planted soft pecks on her forehead, each fluttering eyelid and the tip of her nose before brushing her thin lips with his warm chocolate ones. As he traced her lips with his tongue, her mouth opened and her soft tongue tentatively explored his full lips. He kissed her deeply, letting his tongue explore her teeth and gum line, then probing her fully open and receptive mouth. 

He let his hands begin to gently explore her with a fingertip tracing the inside of her bra strap, gliding along her collarbone before dipping to trace a warm path downward, lightly grazing the top of one lace covered breast, her sternum, before sliding across to the other breast and tracing a path up inside the other bra strap. The pulse at the base of her neck was pounding, fluttering like the heartbeat of a captured bird.

He repeated this motion, alternating between fingertips and lips tracing a wet path with the tip of his tongue. As she began to squirm slightly, he unsnapped her bra and spread it to gain free access to her hard pink nipples. As he twirled his tongue around one diamond hard nipple, he used his fingers to slide lightly around the bumpy areola of the other before rolling her nub between his fingertips in unison with his tongue. She gasped as he continued an unhurried exploration and cupped his neck pulling him closer. 

He continued a light suckling and opened his mouth wider to encase more of her tit as her hands insistently pulled him forward. As his tongue swirled around her nipple, he heard her sharp intake of air and bit down gently on her hard nipple. She stiffened, groaned and exhaled loudly. Still determined not to rush, he lifted his head and slowly removed her bra.

Instead of returning to her engorged nipples, he started exploring her torso. With fingertips on one side and a warm wet tongue on the other, he explored each gentle curve of her soft olive skin before flicking a tongue on her silk covered navel. He then pulled the waistband of her pantyhose lower to give him unfettered access to the slight depression of her flat stomach. As he did, he noticed a full line of hair peeking from her leopard panties and arcing upward to just below the navel he was exploring. He followed its path with his tongue as she now trembled beneath him. He returned to suckling her nipples, then pulling her closer as her tongue dueled his in a deep and unending kiss. 

He let his hands roam gently over her ... her arms ... her waist ... the tops of her thighs but avoiding dipping between her legs. He moved ever closer, feeling the damp heat rising above her pussy but slid them away each time he moved close enough to feel her warmth.

"Let's remove your hose so you don't get a run in them." he whispered.

He didn't need to say more as she quickly lifted her hips to begin sliding her hose down. As they reached mid-thigh, he gently grasped her wrists to slow their descent then released them and followed them downward tracing a wet trail with his tongue. She sat up slightly to toss them aside giving his hands easy access to her nipples. He rolled them between his fingertips while his tongue reversed course and swirled upwards on her inner thighs. He pushed her gently onto her back and continued his exploration planting a soft kiss on her panty covered pussy.

He lay back beside her and continued his ministrations with his tongue moving in unison with the fingertips exploring her legs. Each time as he approached her mound, when he felt her damp heat, he reversed course. He moved back to lie beside her and began kissing her with greater urgency. 

Now satisfied that she would not flee, he wanted to insure that she was wet enough to take his cock with as little discomfort as possible. As he momentarily stopped kissing her, he noticed that she was squinting from a sunbeam that was peeking in from the sliding door leading to the patio. He rose to adjust it. 

Seeing his body in silhouette against the bright sun – his massive arms, broad back tapering into a trim waist, his powerful legs ... Carmina made her decision and lifted her hips.

He turned to face her while standing at the foot of the bed, their eyes locked, she began sliding her tiny panties down. As she drew up her legs to remove them from her ankles, he was treated to a mass of shiny black pubes and an amazing amount of white nectar flowing freely from her slit!

He returned to the head of the bed and her eyes were fixed on his barely hidden cock. His briefs were straining to contain the gift she was about to receive and had a silver dollar sized wet spot that conveyed the increasing urgency that Kirk felt. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and tugged them off. 

He bent slightly to lower them and stood before her, his thick and throbbing cock at full mast just a foot from her face. Her eyes widened. Whether her reaction was shock or anticipation he couldn't tell. But knowing that she needed to be as wet as possible to accept his girth, he grasped her ankles, swung her around to give him access and knelt on the floor. 

She spread her legs, propped herself up on her elbows and took in his lips gliding upward from her ankles ... her calves ... pausing at to nibble at her knee before gliding upward inside her thighs. 

"Oh Mother of Mercy! He's about to eat me! No one has ever done that for me!" 

After repeating this motion several times, he brushed his lips through the soft mass of her pubes. He captured her nether lips with his and gently pulled them open. His tongue lightly flicked her now prominent clit as he pressed a fingertip against her virgin anus. This elicited a deep groan accompanied by her heels digging into the mattress. 

She surprised herself by thrusting her ass against his finger which slipped knuckle deep into her tight orifice. She came hard like a lightening bolt had struck her! "Damn you! DAMN YOU! You made me cum like a friggin' rocket by teasing my clit and sliding your finger in my ASS! How did you know I'd even like that? I didn't think I would but I did but now I want you to fuck me with that big black cock of yours! I want it ... NEED it in me – fuck me HARD!"

Kirk quickly swung her back around, rose and knelt on the bed between her wide stretched legs. He wrapped his cock in one hand and lowered himself braced by the other. As his cock approached her now streaming pussy, he traced her wet slit with the dark mushroom head. She was straining her neck to see the hard meat that she was feeling as he slid the bulbous head up and down to cover it with her wetness. 

"Oh shit!" she groaned and quivered as she thrust her hips upward in orgasm. He hadn't expected that she would cum so quickly!

Spreading her legs even wider to receive him, her hands rested on his shoulders as he moved closer and her arms surrounded his neck as he felt her hard nipples against his chest. He guided his cock to her opening and began slowly lowering his hips. Feeling the amazing tightness as the large head began to enter her hot and wet canal, he paused to let her get comfortable before sliding a couple more inches deeper. He could finally feel her wet heat surrounding his black mushroom as she began to squirm slightly side to side. 

She was trying to get comfortable as he pushed deeper. She suddenly hooked one foot over the back of one calf as if trying to slow his descent. Each time he moved lower, he heard her groan and looked down to see her wince with each movement he made. As he began to rotate his hips, he marveled at how taut she was. 

Although only half way in, he was struggling to go deeper. When he began to slowly withdraw and slide back in, her ankle began pushing against his calf while her hands pushed against his chest. He sensed that she was struggling to accept any more of the thick black cock she'd just watched so anxiously. "You might be too big for me!" She whimpered.

Having had this reaction before, he withdrew, grabbed her hands and pulled her up from the bed. He led her into the bathroom and had her stand before the mirror. With her arms straight, her eyes followed the reflection of his every move as he bent her slightly forward. Her eyes widened as he again pressed slowly into her. Her eyes flitted between staring at his that were reflected in the mirror and his strong black hands now gripping her tiny waist.

He thrust his hips forward and slid into her more deeply than before which elicited a loud groan, followed by "Oh ... Ohh ... Ohhhhhhh! You're determined put all of that black cock of yours in me aren't you?" from her snarled lips. He began rocking in a steady motion, plunging deeper with each stroke. Her breasts began swaying in rhythm with his thrust as she rose up on the balls of her feet. Her runner calloused toes with their clear coated nails flexed with each stroke.

Her moans became louder with each stroke as he thrust his hips forward more forcefully to gain complete access to her depths. As he felt his pelvis begin to contact the back of her shapely ass, he thrust forward harder until he was finally buried inside her. She thrust back, her legs trembling out of control, her vagina rippling around his thick rod, she screamed! 

"Oh shit! ... Oh NO! ... I'm coming again!!!!

As he began pumping his meat harder and faster into her tight pussy, she grabbed the ledge of the counter. With elbows bent, her hands were now reversed to brace herself against the hard fucking he was beginning to give her. Grunts accompanied each powerful thrust as she tried to withstand the onslaught. Her head was sinking lower towards the counter top as he began pistoning deeper into her tight hole. Her hair had fallen forward covering her face which was rocking back and forth just above the countertop. 

Fearing that she might smash into the hard surface, he grabbed a towel and slid it under her face. As he did, her arms gave way and her face rested on the towel as she erupted again. 

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... again ... oh fuuuuccck!"

Kirk could hear her hyperventilating as he pounded into her until her arms collapsed and dangled limply at her sides. Her head lying on the towel was now her only support.

Feeling the tightening of his balls signaling his own climax, he pulled her completely away from the counter, turned her slightly so he could see the reflected jack hammer fucking he was giving her. He could see his thick wet cock in the mirror, coated with her cream as it withdrew from her well fucked pussy before plunging back into her depths. 




Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 04



She was now bent at the waist, and flopping like a ragdoll as Kirk repeatedly plunged ever deeper and ever harder into her. He exploded! As each powerful jet of his cum blasted into her, she whimpered. 

Now in a frenzy, he pounded into her determined to get all she had to give if this was to be a one-time thing. With the third powerful spurt, she convulsed as if having a seizure, her legs were spasming. 

She gasped – "Oh nooooo ...I'm coming ... I'm coming AGAIN ... I can't stand up!"

She collapsed forward with only his strong hands preventing her from falling. He held her firmly, his cock still buried to the hilt and enjoyed the last flickering ripples of her cunt. He slowly withdrew from her and looked at the now gaping gash of her pussy. As he slowly withdrew, his cum began literally flowing from her. Her inner thighs became a wet white mass. She weakly extended a hand trying to catch the flow headed for the carpet. Failing, she clamped both hands over her pussy but still failed to staunch the gushing jism. He could see his essence seeping through her fingers and covering her dainty wedding band!

"So much!" She groaned ... "Too much!"

She began rubbing the mass of cum on the front of her legs ... on her breast ... trying to clean her ring by rubbing the back of her hand on her face

Soon her body was glistening with a shiny white coat of cum. "I need to take a shower but I can barely stand up!"

"Let's lie down a while and catch our breath!"

He lifted her noodle limp body with his massive arms, carried her back into the bedroom and gently placed her on the sheets. As he lay beside her, she nestled closely with one leg lying across his thighs and was soon breathing evenly as she drifted into a much needed sleep.

After about an hour, he felt her stirring in his arms. One hand began to caress his chest to see if he'd awakened.

Looking down her body, she chuckled "I really DO need a shower!" As Kirk glanced down her well fucked body he could only agree. She was covered with a crust of cum from her face, down to her knees. He chuckled too, grabbed her hands, pulled her to her feet and led the way to the shower. 

While he adjusted the water temperature, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. 

"So much cum! Where did it all come from?" 

"From the thick black cock that you've been leering at!"

She smiled and tried to wrap her hands around his again hardening cock – "That's not a cock, that's a damned fire hose!!!"

They stepped into the shower and he reached for a wash cloth and soap to start the process of cleansing him from her skin.

"Stop! Let me see myself one last time and ... don't use any soap. I can't go home smelling like I just stepped out of your shower!"

He carefully rinsed her, noticing her grimace when he slid the cloth over her swollen and distended pussy. 

"Ouch, I'm sore!" 

He removed the shower wand, handed it to her to let her finish rinsing as comfortably as she could. When she finished, Kirk took a thick towel and patted her dry. He avoided her pubic area and allowed her to very gently pat her pussy dry.

As they stepped from the shower, she began retrieving her strewn underwear, slipped into her bra and panties and shook out her pantyhose before sliding them onto her still somewhat shaky legs. Kirk retrieved her dress from the closet and watched as she slipped it over her head. She touched up her makeup in the mirror and said "I'd better be going!"

He walked her down to the garage wearing only a pair of workout shorts he'd slipped on. As they walked hand in hand, he tried to sense her mood – Subdued? Somber? Reflective? Regretful? 

He couldn't be sure as he opened her car door but pulled her into his arms for one last kiss.

In a hesitant whisper "You got what you wanted didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes, but the more important question is did you?"

She looked up into his eyes and gave him a soft kiss. 

"Yes .... I did ... and then some! You touched me where no one has ... you made me like things I knew I'd hate and made me cum more in a couple of hours that I usually do in a month! I think I got way more than I bargained for ... and more than I can probably handle!" 

A peculiar look clouded her face.

With that she slid into her car, started the engine and slipped into reverse as he opened the garage door.

Carmina was euphoric as she drove away. She felt more alive than ever with every single fiber of her being tingling with pleasure. She was nearing exhaustion too and glad that she was driving an automatic instead of a stick shift. Her still trembling legs couldn't manage pushing a clutch.

"I can't believe that I went through with it but am glad that I did! I wonder how he feels and if I satisfied him as much as he said." Her wandering mind was jolted back into focus when she nearly rear ended a car stopped at a light. She took in a slow deep breath and reminded herself to pay attention.

When she finally arrived home, she was glad to see that Gio had not yet arrived. Instead of going into the house immediately, she slid back against the head rest, closed her eyes and reflected on the events that led to the warm afterglow she was feeling.

"Did he just play me like a fiddle or was it the opening stanza of an orgasmic orchestra that unleashed music dormant within me?"

"Ummmm, he hit every note on the scale! His gliding fingers caressing me set off tiny ripples like the soft notes of a triangle. His kisses, his going down on me made me cum like violin strings being quickly plucked in quick succession. And oh when he slipped that magical black wand into me, a wave of flashing climaxes like the brass section kept washing over me from head to toe. And then ...my, my ... when he started hammering that big black cock into me, touching places I never knew I had – it felt like thumping bass drums announcing the arrival of a shattering climax. When he ripped me away from the counter and started pounding me like a maddened bull, I lost all control! The first shot of his hot spunk set off cymbals clashing! Every nerve tingled. I wanted to give him my whole being and let him take all of me as we reached that lusty crescendo! In that moment, there was nothing more than wanting to give myself completely and totally to satisfy his every whim!"

"WHEW – what a man!"

She opened her eyes, stirred and mused. "Is he a master manipulator or a magical maestro?" She'd soon need to answer that nagging question. But in this sated moment, she felt well fucked and not fucked over in the least! 

She needed to get into the house and tidy up because she felt still more of his hot cream pouring into her panties in a grand encore. She reached to retrieve her heels but was stunned she was already wearing them. "I haven't driven in my heels in years! Mercy, MERCY what he does to me!"

She slipped off her heels and staggered on unsteady legs into the house with them limply in her grasp.

Kirk was musing too. She drove away without waving or even looking in his direction which left him to wonder. 

"How was she feeling about the very big, and irreversible, step we just took?"

He didn't have long to wonder. Seeing the serious look on her face the first thing the following Monday spoke volumes ...



Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 05



As was his habit, Kirk arrived at his office at about 6:30 AM on Monday. He'd generally use the hour or so before anyone else arrived for catching up or planning ahead. He had just settled at his desk when he heard Carmina's determined staccato 'take no prisoners' footsteps heading in his direction. He'd grown used to hearing them when she was intent on meeting a tight deadline ... or when she was upset. Hmmmm ... because there were no deadlines looming ...

He heard her footsteps slow as she was approaching his door. Then silence. Thinking that she had stepped from the hardwood hallway into his carpeted office, he glanced towards the door but she wasn't there. She'd stopped. 

"Now what Carmee?" she asked herself as she slumped against the wall. A thousand 'What ifs?' were racing through her mind. A thin sheen of perspiration was emerging on her upper lip. "You need an answer so get a grip!"

After about a minute, he again heard her footsteps but she was now walking quite slowly.

When she arrived at his door, she stepped inside closing and locking the door behind her. She turned back towards him, her eyes squinting, her face a serious mask. Resuming her 'take no prisoners' gait she strode across the room, rounded his desk and stood over him. 

Kirk's "I'm surprised to see you here so early!" comment was ignored as she glared down at him, fists clenched at her hips. Then she finally spoke, or rather, hissed.

"You've always be straight with me and I demand that right now! I have two yes/no questions for you."

Looking up with a bit of trepidation recalling her demeanor as she drove away on Friday, "OK, what do you want to know?"

"Number one, am I just another notch on your bedpost?"

He started to respond but was stopped by her sharply uplifted hand. And; 

"And number two, are you sleeping with anyone else that works for the company?

Assuming his best poker face to not betray the flip flopping of his stomach -- 

"The answer to the first question is NO!" then pausing slightly;

"And the answer to the second one is "NO!"

She visibly relaxed. Her face softened, her eyes showed more of the Monday morning sparkle that he'd grown used to and her hands unclenched and fell away from her waist. She then turned on her heel, walked back around his desk and then took a seat.

"Thanks for answering me honestly." pausing and taking a deep slow breath, "Now I have a third question."

Relieved that she seemed to have stepped off her soap box, "OK, what else do you need to know?"

"Is my parking spot available this evening at around 6:00?"

"Sure ... why?"

"We can talk about it when I get there?"

She smiled, he heard the swish of her uncrossing her legs and she stood.

"OK, let's get the day started! I'll get my notepad and I'll be right back!" She strode to the door, unlocked and swung it open. Kirk sat bemused and somewhat curious as her shapely legs disappeared from view.

With no hint of their earlier interrogation, they whisked through the day. Status updates and meeting schedules were reviewed, all correspondence was signed in time for the morning pickup, incoming mail disposed of and a walkthrough of an upcoming speech done in only two passes. By mid-afternoon everything was either on or ahead of schedule. Kirk took a few minutes to reflect on their earlier exchange, the shifts in her demeanor on Friday and today and wondered what it was that she might want to talk about. The rest of the day he watched her closely for any hint of what might lie ahead. She was neither mysterious, nor agitated, nor overly exuberant. She was simply ... herself.

At around 5:30, he buttoned up his office, tucked a few documents in his briefcase and headed home. After checking his voice messages (nothing special there), retrieving his mail (bills and junk mail) and opening the garage door, he decided to pour himself a drink. 

"Wine or Scotch?" he mused not knowing if he needed to brace himself for another onslaught. He decided to steer the safer course, went to his wine chiller and selected a Petite Syrah. "I might as well have something that is assured to be pleasant." he thought as he removed the cork and poured the opaque nectar into a decanter. He'd usually strip off his clothes and put on a tank top and shorts but decided to keep on his suit and tie. He did shrug off his jacket, draped it over the back of a dining room chair and loosened his tie. He slipped in Grover Washington's Winelight CD into the player and kicked off his shoes as mellow sax tones swirled throughout his home's surround round system. 

Just as the cool 'Let it Flow' track started to play, he heard Carmina's car door closing and the whir of the garage door sliding shut. He resisted the urge to walk down to greet her and remained seated, taking a pensive sip from his glass and awaited whatever was to come.

As she reached the landing, he was surprised to see that she'd changed clothes. The tailored suit, silk hose and heels had been replaced by a clinging gray T-shirt sheared off to show a hint of midriff (it was obvious that she was braless as he noticed the slightest sag in her breasts and saw a faint outline of her nipples), tight blue jeans that showed her curves to advantage and white running shoes with a blue Nike "Swoosh". Apparently noticing his surprise, she looked down at her attire and explained. "I went for a run at the gym and changed into this after I finished."

"Oh, did you have a good run?"

"Not really, I'm a bit sluggish today."

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Sure! Whatever you're having is fine."

As he retrieved a glass and poured her drink, she slipped into the same seat on the sofa where he'd finger fucked her. "That's a smooth sound, who is that?"

"Grover Washington, he is one of my favorites to unwind to."

"Its mellow and will make good background music while we chat."

Handing her the glass and clinking them "Salud!" They took a sip, placed their glasses on the coffee table and she nestled against him. With his left arm around her shoulders, his fingertips lightly stroked her breasts. 

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Boy, you're getting right to the point but I guess that's fair after this morning."

"You came into my office full of piss 'n vinegar and left me hanging so I thought I'd better hear what else is on your mind."

"Its just that after I left here Friday and having had the most awesome sex of my life, I started thinking."

"About what?"

"First about the awesome afterglow I was feeling. It was a mixture of excitement, elation and a bit of soreness, a lot of soreness. I have never had anyone as big as you!"

"And that was bad?"

"No, what made it bad was I started the think about the other girls in the office and their chatter about you."

"Chatter?"

"Yeah, they've all been speculating who you might be sleeping with. After all, you're smart, built like Adonis and single with your fiancé back east."

"OK, but I'm a bit confused."

"Well, several of them said they'd made passes at you but you ignored them. And I know that you've had an occasional 'friend', gesturing quotations with her slender fingers, fly in but you don't seem to have anyone locally as far as I can tell."

"That's because I don't and I'm nobody's hunk of meat." I have to care for and trust whomever I sleep with and no one filled the bill until you came along. But since you are married and work directly for me, I wasn't going to risk insulting you or losing my job!"

"I kept thinking about it over the weekend because all of them said they'd volunteer to be your bedmate and wondered if you'd taken any of them up on the offers, that busty Helen especially. Because she's the president's assistant, she thinks that she holds sway. In salty language she intimated that you fucked her saline enhanced tits!"

"No way, you know I'm a leg man! But now I have a couple of questions for you."

"First what did you mean when you said you'd wondered if I would ever hit on you?"

"Well, you've always complimented me on my intelligence, my looks and the quality of my work but nothing more than that. I was beginning to think I was unattractive to you or not your type."

"You're a very attractive woman ... a sensuous and sexy woman, but we work together and ... you're married."

"And what's your second question?"

"Did you volunteer to drop off my mail to see if I'd hit on you?"

"Ummm, not quite. I volunteered to drop off your mail and HOPED you'd hit on me!"

"But you're married."

"The girls are not the only ones wondering. Even my husband has asked several times if you'd hit on me. I have honestly told him no but he's asked several times."

"Why do you think he keeps asking?"

"I honestly don't know but ever since he met you, he keeps raving about the size of your arms. Maybe he's envious and maybe he wants confirmation that his wife is desirable."

"All he has to do is look at you to confirm that. But what made you hope I'd hit on you?"

"I knew I wanted you when we were rehearsing your presentation in your outfit that left little to the imagination. I'd never had a spontaneous orgasm before then. Then when you didn't force me when I was here and then took your time when you made love to me -- WOW! I'd never cum so many times in my life. I came more in a few hours than I've ever cum in a month!"

"As I drove over here, I still wasn't sure if I could go through with it but as I drove away I thought it was the best decision I'd ever made!"

"What made you change your mind?"

"Because you didn't force me when you could have the first time I was here, I was pretty sure you wouldn't coerce me if I said no."

"And those awesome panties you wore?"

"Did you like them?"

"Oh yes, I love pretty underwear on attractive ladies. It accentuates their beauty."

"I thought I'd wear something other than my usual white undies. I bought them just in case. Now they're my sacrificial panties!"

"Then when you took your time with extended foreplay, I was beside myself! On one hand I wanted you to just rip my clothes off and fuck my brains out. On the other, I realized that you were being true to your word and allowing me to make the decision."

"That is truly the first time in my life that I was given a choice! That and so many other firsts!"

"Oh, firsts -- such as?"

"Oh my! Let's see ...

"That was the first time I was ever eaten! It made me dizzy when I came so fast!"

"You are the first black man to have me and my first colleague/boss! A two for one there!"

"And it was the first time anyone ever penetrated my ass. I never thought in a thousand years that it could be sensual or that I'd enjoy it but I did!"

Kirk interrupted -- "That's a bit of a surprise because your tight shapely ass has to turn on other men like it does me."

"I always thought it was repulsive because Gio would demand I try whenever he'd come home drunk from one of the strip joints he goes to."

"Ahhh, Kirk said. So that's your list of firsts!"

"Not quite! That the first time I've ever been done standing up and boy oh boy did you ever DO ME!"

"It was also the first time that I've ever cum more than once! I came so many times that I lost count!"

"But most importantly, that was truly the first time I have been truly satisfied! I thought about that a lot over the weekend -- how alive I felt and how very good you and that magical cock of yours made me feel."

"Then some nagging doubts crept in which is why I peppered you with questions this morning. Basically I needed to know if that was a one time solo never to be heard again or the opening score of a long running Sexual Symphony with many more parts to cum." 

Her nipples were hard and straining against her shirt, begging to be sucked. His right hand slid across her exposed stomach, raised her shirt and he kissed and sucked her now exposed tits in turn,

Glancing at her watch, she stood up. "Its getting late."

Glancing at her watch again as if calculating time, she turned to him as he also stood.

"I know you don't like quickies but I do have one more question." 

She then grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly pulled it up, her diamond hard nipples stood at attention as she slipped it over her head and tossed it to the floor ...



Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 06



Be sure to read the preceding chapters to appreciate this evolving story



Carmina knelt before Kirk, looked up into his quizzical eyes, smiled devilishly and asked ... 

"Do blow jobs count as quickies?" 

As her knees touched the floor, she began stroking his quickly hardening cock through his trousers and began unzipping them.

She reached inside and slid her fingertips over his bulge and tried to wrap her fingers around his thickness. She tried unsuccessfully to pull his now rock hard member through the slit of his briefs.

"I'd better slide your pants down so I can get to it." 

"You like sucking cock?"

"I rarely do it for my husband ... Only when he's drunk and demands it. But I never swallow his bitter spunk, because he tries to force me."

"So why do you want to suck mine?"

"I dreamed the whole weekend about whether I could fit you in my mouth and I knew you wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to."

As she slid his trousers down, she said "Hmm, I see you like to wear nice underwear too. Are these silk?" and began rubbing her cheeks against his groin. She tugged his snug black boxers down and began planting kisses on his cock moving slowly from the base up to the bulbous head.

She wrapped her hands around his shaft, stroked slowly, pursed her lips and pecked the throbbing head of Kirk's rock hard cock. 

She rocked back on her heels and looked down at her hand holding his now throbbing cock. "What a beautiful cock!"

"It so big ... so black! I love the contrast of colors – your black and my tan!"

She began rubbing his cock across her face. "So smooth! And so very hot!" planting soft pecks up and down the shaft, "So hard!", "So thick!" 

"Its perfect! Who could ask for a better job benefit?" She began swirling her tongue around the shiny purple head, then planting soft kisses as she spoke.

"Its better than insurance!" She traced the thick veins of his member with the tip of her tongue.

"Its so much better than vacation!" She cupped his large testicles gently and planted soft kisses on his sac.

"Its much nicer than occasional time off with pay!" She lifted his hard cock, squatted lower to plant gentle kisses on the underside of the pulsing rod that now seemed the center of her universe.

"And best of all, its ALL MINE – the best perk ever!" As she swirled her tongue around the head of Kirk's now seeping cock. 

"Those other women in the office can guess how it feels, but I'm the only one who really knows!"

"Your cock is my own special fringe benefit!"

Her lips glistening with a coating of clear precum, her tongue flicked quickly over them.

"Ummm, that's sweet!"

She rubbed each cheek slowly up and down his shaft before settling back on her heels and opening her mouth. 

"Now I want you to fill my willing mouth with my hot sweet benefits!" 

As her now stretched thin lips attempted to surround the head of his cock, her eyes widened noticeably as she gazed up to his face in wonder. With a bit more effort and a slight thrust of his hips forward, the head slipped into her warm mouth.

She began bobbing her head on him as her hands slowly pumped his meat. After several minutes, beads of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip betrayed the level of her exertion. Kirk began pumping his hips a bit faster and she rose slightly on her knees to grip his ass cheeks as he pumped.

Kirk increased his pace and the depth of each stroke plunging deeper into her mouth. As he slid deeper she gagged slightly signaling a need for air. With each deeper stroke she became more acclimated to the tip of his thick cock coming into contact with her tonsils.

Her hands slid away from his cheeks and cupped her tits. She began alternating rolling her hard nipples between her fingertips and pinching them tightly. 

Her brow was furrowed as he looked down on her sweat covered face. Reluctantly she withdrew his cock from her mouth. "I can't do it. I can't make you cum. My jaws are too tired."

"I'll have to help you then won't I baby?" he crooned sliding his hand around his cock and pumping it slowly directly in front of her face.

She watched mesmerized as his strokes quickened. She slid one of her hands into her pants and Kirk could see her forearm flexing in unison with his quickening strokes. Her other hand cupped her breasts and squeezed her red-tipped nipples.

She began thrusting her hips against her hand and whimpering as her orgasm neared. She stiffened and sat more upright as she came. Her hips humping and gyrating, face contorted with her lips curled into a snarl she groaned loudly. "Arrrrraaaaaggggghhhhhh!" 

Her eyes were fixed on his cock and the blurred pace of his hands. They flew wide open when the first rope of hot thick cum rocketed into the air. It struck her in the middle of her forehead and began streaming down either side of her nose.

Her mouth flew open as if to say something but was interrupted by the second burst which flew directly into her mouth. She coughed and gagged but was preempted by his filling her mouth with hard black meat and pumping stream after hot creamy stream of cum inside. Her cheeks puffed with each stroke and spurt. She tried valiantly to hold it all but the next spurt sent streams of cum dripping from the sides of her mouth, running onto her chin and dripping onto her chest.

She cupped her hands and caught the stream of cum dripping from her face trying to avoid arriving home with cum stained pants. Her hands were filling and her wedding ring was again coated with Kirk's jism. She held her hands wide away from her body and struggled to stand. Recognizing her predicament, he bent, tucked his hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet.

They walked up the stairs to the nearby powder room and, standing behind her, he flipped on the lights.

"Oh my goodness! I'm completely covered! So much cum! Do you always cum so much?"

"More or less."

"That's why my panties were still so full when I got home last week. I couldn't put them in the hamper so I hid them to make sure Hubby didn't see them!"

Then, gesturing to the cum moustache she was sporting, she mimicked a popular TV commercial – "Got milk?"

"Yep, there's plenty more Man Milk where that came from!"

Still unsteady, she pressed her hips against the sink and did something that surprised him. She swirled her tongue across her lips to remove his cum ... and swallowed – just what she'd earlier proclaimed she'd never done. She didn't stop there as she licked her hands clean swallowing frequently and scooped the remaining cum from her tits and swallowed it too.

She triumphantly opened her mouth to show that it was all down the hatch and squealed "I did it and boy are you ever sweet!"

"That's another first for me! I somehow get the feeling that I'm going to have many more 'firsts' with you. Hmmmm ... maybe one day you'll put me on the floor and give me a Man Milk bath from head to toe?" 

"Your wish is my command!"

"I really like it that you don't force me into anything. I'm starting to emerge from my conservative cocoon. I want to fully explore my sexuality with you!"

"I'll try not to disappoint!"

"Fat chance of that! For the first time in my life I'm feeling sexually alive!"

With that comment, she wiped her face with a cloth and asked Kirk to retrieve her purse from the living room. When he returned and handed it to her, she opened it and retrieved a small brown paper bag. She opened it and withdrew a bar of soap which she preceded to open. 

"This is the brand I use at the gym. Is it OK if I leave it here so I can shower after you're done ravishing my body?"

"Of course, that's a good thought!"

She then removed a small box from the bag before crumpling it and tossing it into the trash.

"I'd better leave this too!"

Not recognizing the box, he frowned.

"Its douche so I won't go home leaking your cream and needing to keep hiding my panties!"

"You seem to be thinking and planning ahead."

"Yes, in hopes that you're going to let me come back. Gio and I run together most days but he works late on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hope you'll let me get my workouts here on some of those days?"

"But of course!"

"Good!" she smiled, "I'd love that!" as she turned and started down the stairs to the garage.

Kirk kissed her deeply, opened her door as she slid behind the wheel. He opened the garage door and she started to back out.

She stopped, rolled down the driver's side window and stuck her head out slightly. In a conspiratorial tone she whispered "I'm going to Victoria's Secret this weekend to buy some things. Any particular color you want to see me in?"

"Surprise me! And you can model them for me any time you like!"

"And that I will lover! And THAT I will!"

With a finger wave, she backed out blowing and air kiss as she drove away.

Kirk chuckled as he closed the door – "Emerging from her cocoon indeed! From conservative assistant one week to insistent mail woman the next, to energetic cum swallower the next!"

"Now next week she's got me looking forward to her lingerie modeling phase ...!"

After she departed, his conversation with Carmina was still resonating in his head as he relaxed in his leather Charles Ames chair, feet on the ottoman and sipping wine as Grover Washington's mellow sounds massaged his ears.

"First she claims she never swallows but in less than an hour she's proclaiming her love for hot, thick and sweet Man Milk! Wow!" Kirk mused.

His reverie was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hi Sweetheart ...!" It was his fiancé. Kirk heard the nervous inflection in her voice and sensed something was amiss.



Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 07



Make sure to read the preceding chapters to appreciate the layers being peeled from this onion. 

*

Puzzled by his fiancé's tone, his mind racing, Kirk mustered his energy and spoke.

"Hi Baby!" Kirk replied. "I'm really looking forward to spending a great weekend together celebrating your birthday before your Mom whisks you away overseas for some 'girl time'!" 

"Ahhhh ... this weekend is really what I wanted to talk about and the trip with my mother."

"I hope she's OK and can still go on the trip."

"Yeah, she's fine but we had to make a slight change in dates."

"Why? You guys have had confirmed tickets for over a month."

"I know but Mom called earlier and said that she'd gotten a really good deal, half price tickets so she bought them."

"Half off is good but what changes did she have to make?"

"Weeellllll ... we now have to leave this Friday instead of next Monday."

"No way! We've got plans for this weekend!!!"

"I know Sweetie but she'd already cancelled our other tickets and rebooked before she called me."

"And where the hell does that leave us and OUR weekend plans?" (Fuming because he recognized that this was yet another effort by her mother to pry her lovely porcelain princess from the grips of one of 'Those People')

"I know you're upset Sweetie but I'm between a rock and a hard place and hope you'll understand. Mom is alone and lonesome so this trip will lift her spirits. Besides, I don't know how many more trips like this her health will allow."

Kirk was still seething but somehow controlled his temper well enough to say "I understand, Babe. Enjoy the time with your Mom. We'll have the rest of our lives together."

"Thanks for being such a mensch! I will make it up to you -- promise!"

"Indeed you will! Goodnight love!"

Kirk hung up the phone positively fuming! "That Woman!", as Kirk called her mother, was at it again. She'd done everything she could to break them apart even threatening to disown her only daughter if she married Kirk. Now she'd spoiled what was intended to be a special birthday celebration -- a Broadway show with hard to get tickets, dinner at romantic spot with a one year waiting list and the betrothal gift he'd had custom made. It was a diamond tennis bracelet with one diamond for each of her years. It was also to have been something of a conversation starter for her mother that was supposed to result in his fiancé sharing that they'd set a wedding date.

Although angry, Kirk smiled that she'd be his for life soon. He tried calming himself by thinking about her. Intellectual equals and both recently divorced, they connected on many levels. When they met three years ago they'd decided not to rush to avoid the mistake of a premature 'rebound marriage'. Their sexual connection was especially rare. He had never met a woman who could match or satisfy his appetite for sex. She had unbelievable stamina, could easily take his hard cock in each and every orifice and better yet, enjoyed each and every pounding second. He'd been really looking forward to enjoying her specialty this weekend -- her riding him cowgirl style. She'd slide down on his cock with her feet straddling him, her hands planted firmly in the middle of his chest and slam her hips down on him repeatedly with a force that belied her 4'11" 95 pound frame. She was truly dynamite in a small package. 

Even those hot thoughts didn't work to distract him.

Kirk was still fuming when he arrived at the office the following morning. He was just finishing his early morning prep when Carmina arrived. She came into his office, note pad in hand and a cheery "Good Morning!" emanated from her smiling lips. Almost instantly her face transformed from sunny to a clouded look of concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why do you ask?"

"Because I know you well enough that whenever I see the muscles along your jaw line rippling, I know your gritting your teeth. Add your squinted eyes to the equation and I KNOW there's something wrong!"

"You know me too well."

"Is it something I did? Did I screw up something?"

"Oh no!" I quickly assured her. "Its just personal stuff."

"Are your kids OK? Did you ex-wife do something?"

"No, they're fine and she didn't do anything -- something came up with my fiancé."

Her expression softened and her voice softened sympathetically "Oh, whatever it is I hope you two can work it out this weekend when you go home." 

"Humph, that's not likely since I won't be going home this weekend."

In a surprised and quizzical tone "Oh? I know you had made all those plans and ..." her voice trailed off.

Kirk shared the highlights of 'That Woman' changing tickets and wiping out his big birthday celebration plans for the weekend.

"That's crappy ... on both their parts if you don't mind my saying so!"

"At this point its done so I'll just have to deal with it later. Its frustrating but I understand the position my fiancé is in. Her father abandoned her mother when my fiancé was two years old. Since then, they've forged an incredibly strong mother/daughter bond. Her mother has visions of her next son being a white knight in shining armor. I may have the armor she dreams of but she didn't envision a black knight."

"You already said that your ex-wife and her hubby are taking the kids on vacation. I know I'm getting into your business but why don't you fly in one of your 'friends' for the weekend? It will keep you from brooding and probably make you feel better."

"I might, I just might do that!"

The rest of the day was a flurry of activity and they hardly spoke beyond what was necessary to resolve some issue that had popped up. The last meeting of the day lasted until after 6:00 so she was gone, her office dark, when Kirk finally returned to his. 

He had another hour long chat with his fiancé when he arrived home during which she apologized repeatedly. Knowing well the situation with her mother and knowing the strength of their love, though still disappointed, his tone mellowed. He genuinely wished her a fun trip. After they hung up, Kirk slipped another mellow jazz CD into the player, uncorked the unfinished bottle of wine from the night before and idly flipped through a stack of unread magazines.

When he arrived at his office the next day, even earlier than usual, he was surprised to see a strip of light beneath Carmina's door. Guessing that the janitor had forgotten to turn them off after cleaning last night, he walked towards the door to flip them off. However, as he approached the door, he noticed it was ajar and could see Carmina sitting at her desk staring intently at her computer screen. He was about to knock but stopped in his tracks as he noticed something else - nearly the full expanse of her shapely legs were completely exposed. His cock hardened slightly as he took in the great view as he thought "That's most unusual. She is always very conservative in the office." 

It then dawned on him that she was wearing a wraparound dress which had fallen open as she crossed her legs. "Hmmm ... a wraparound dress is also something out of the ordinary." Kirk thought.

He knocked softly and, startled, Carmina jerked her head towards the door. Quickly uncrossing her legs, her dress opened even further exposing both legs almost to her crotch before she could again gather it. "Oh! I didn't hear you come in. But I'm glad it was you that caught me in my awkward state of undress." She chuckled softly.

Kirk was about to make a sarcastic quip when he noticed her red and puffy eyes, she'd been crying. That concerned him. 

"What's wrong?"

She glanced at her computer screen, quickly turned it off and ejected the thumb drive and tucked it into her purse. She stood, her face twisted and burst into tears. Kirk quickly closed the door on the off chance that there might be other early arrivals and took her into his arms. She sobbed uncontrollably into his chest for a few minutes before she was able to regain her composure. "I must look like a wild woman. I'm going to the ladies room to make myself look more presentable then I'll let you know what's going on."

She returned in a few minutes and said "I don't want to go into the grisly details but I need to take off tomorrow. I need to help Gio shop for a couple of suits that he wants for his trip to company headquarters in Germany."

"That's fine but we'll need to make sure everything that's due out tomorrow gets done today."

"I know, that's why I came in early and I told him that I'm going to work late tonight so you are not left hanging."

"OK, but nothing that we're working on should have been upsetting to you. It seemed like something you were reading bothered you."

"You're right about that! I was reading some of his emails that I copied from his laptop. The SOB is having an affair!"

"Whoops!"

"Yes, whoops is right! He claimed that he'd broken it off but suddenly he claims he needs new clothes AND that he has to leave earlier than the rest of the group. His hussy is an engineer in the home office in Germany!"

Despite being bemused because she was doing the very same thing with him, Kirk said "WOW! We can talk about it if you'd like."

"That would be nice but not now. I've got to get myself refocused and make sure everything you need for today and tomorrow is done. Since I won't be coming into the office tomorrow, I'll drop off everything at your house and maybe we can chat then."

Throughout the balance of the day, having regained her composure, she worked like a woman possessed. She was still at it when Kirk stuck his head into her office to say goodnight. She looked up ever so briefly and said "Goodnight. I'll drop the stuff off at your place when I finish. It will probably take a few hours." He went into his office to retrieve his jacket and briefcase. As he passed her door heading to the parking lot, he overheard her speaking on the phone "I've got a lot to do so it will be at least 9:00 before I get home."

Having some time to kill when he arrived home, Kirk opted to go for a long run instead of heading to the gym. At around 7:00, just as he headed up the stairs from the garage stripping off his shirt to wipe away the sweat that was pouring from his face, he was surprised by the insistent ringing of the door bell. He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of a somber Carmina with her arms full. He stepped aside to let her in and relieved her of her burden. "You got here much earlier than I expected."

"I was hyper-focused and got done earlier than I thought I would."

"That's fine but I apologize for being sweaty and not presentable. I'll take a quick shower and be right back."

"Don't bother, I've seen you sweaty before. Besides, I'd like to chat if you don't mind."

"OK. Can I pour you a glass of wine?" 

"Sure!" taking her now customary seat on the sofa.

Kirk splashed some water on his face, grabbed a towel and dried his face and torso before pouring two glasses. With the towel draped around his neck, he returned with two filled glasses and the bottle. "Something tells me that this might be a full bottle conversation."

With a pained smile, she said "It very well could be!"

For the next hour he heard the story that was causing her so much distress. Her hubby had taken up with a German engineer that he'd mentored on her year long assignment to the US. 

"She's a bleached blonde slut!"

"She shows off her ass to anyone she thinks might help her get green card!"

"I've met the bitch and can't imagine what he sees in her. She's overweight, wears tight sweaters to show off her big tits and wears skirts that are far too short. Worse yet, she wears thigh high hose like a hooker. Whenever she crosses her legs, you can even see her fat legs above the tops of them. And worse still she let him ram his pencil-sized dick in her ass! When I caught on to them about two years ago, he apologized and made the excuse that she meant nothing to him so he could get off by degrading her."

"I thought", she continued, "That it was a one-time fling but now I find out that he never broke it off. What you saw me reading this morning were emails they'd exchanged over the last two weeks. He's leaving for Germany early to spend the weekend with her. Worse yet, he's dumb enough (or thinks I'm dumb enough) to think I won't find out. He not only wants me to help him shop for clothes so he can squire his bimbo around but he's already tucked some fancy new underwear and some condoms in a compartment in his suitcase. I thought I'd be helpful so I was going to make sure his suitcase was empty. But when I found that stuff, I put it back in the garage but only after I slipped a note in with his condoms."

"A note?"

"Yes, it just said -- Another lie, another promise broken!"

"I guess I'm missing something here."

"You probably are because you don't know the full story."

Dabbing her eyes as Kirk refilled their glasses, Carmina looked Kirk in the eye and said, "I hope you have a bit of time to listen. I want to share some things with you that I've never told anyone. I haven't told my closest friends or family -- not even my mother."

His curiosity piqued, he assured her that she should take whatever time she needed.

Taking a deep breath, Carmina said "Maybe I should start with an apology to you."

"An apology to me? Why is that necessary?"

"I apologize because I didn't quite tell you the truth when you first interviewed me."

"Oh?"

"Well I didn't exactly lie but I gave you a false impression."

"Hmmm, now I'm curious."

"Well you might have gotten the impression that I was the trailing spouse of a recently promoted or transferred executive. I was trailing all right but Gio wasn't transferred or promoted. It was more like he was banished and sent to an isolated office."

Kirk started to speak but Carmina interrupted. "Let me finish before you ask more questions and I think, or hope, you'll understand." He leaned back against the sofa cushions to listen to her unfolding story.

"Gio was banished here because he can't keep his pencil-sized dick out of the women in the company. Each time he gets caught, we end up moving to another town. He knows they can't fire him so he routinely fucks any woman in the company who'll let him. The last one that caused this banishment was the daughter of a VP who was working at the company during her summer vacation from college."

Reacting to Kirk's leaning forward as if to ask a question, Carmina held up her hand to stop him.

"I know you're wondering why they haven't fired him but there's a reason. While he was in grad school, he was awarded a patent on a new process. When he was recruited to work for his company, he was given an unusual contract. In addition to being hired, the company also licensed his patent which they have exclusive right to use as long as he works for the company. Because it makes a lot of money for them, they pay him a handsome fee and have a leg up on their competition. If they fire him, they lose the right to his patent which would let him license it to their competitors."

Breaking his promise to patiently listen, Kirk blurted out a quick question. "That explains the company sticking by him but not you!"

With a bit of consternation in her voice, Carmina continued.

"Just as he knows the company won't fire him, he also knows that I won't divorce him. In some ways I have to contend with a very strong mother/daughter bond just like your fiancé. My mother is a devout Catholic and believes that divorce is the ultimate sin. She knows that Gio screws around behind my back but tells me that all Italian men do. She knew that my father screwed around but rationalized that he always came home to her afterwards."

"So I haven't divorced him because it would literally kill my mother. He's been screwing around since we first got married. I think he married me only because I was a 'good conservative girl' that his parents liked and had a good reputation in the community." 

"I've been living this nightmare, my private hell for almost twenty years!"

She seemed about to lose it again and dabbled her eyes. Kirk sympathetically wrapped an arm around her shoulders, listened attentively and provided whatever comfort he could. 

"Its also ironic that I started running as a way to vent my frustration and my legs caught your eye on the day we met. If he had just a fraction of your finesse and didn't try to force me into acting like a slut, I'd give him anything he wanted!" I think you know that I would never refuse you no matter what you wanted me to do."

"Actually, no I don't know that. While I'm adventurous, its more important that you find whatever we do together enjoyable." 

"See that's the difference!"

They sipped their wine as she as she continued talking. By the time she'd finished her tale of how she'd caught him with the German engineer in her house, they'd finished the bottle and she was emotionally drained. They stood and Kirk took her into his arms. She snuggled close, held him tightly and seemed unwilling to let go. He finally reached up to unclasp her fingers that were gripping his neck and held her hands as he looked into her eyes. "Come with me." He said and led her towards the stairs leading up to his bedroom. Somewhat reluctantly she followed.

When they stepped inside, Kirk stood behind her before the mirrored closet door and began unwrapping her dress from her curves.

"No! I don't feel like fucking today"

"I know, that's not what I had in mind, trust me."

With a quizzical expression on her face, she relaxed and allowed him to undress her without further protest. He hung her dress in the closet and asked her to remove her hose. She hesitated but then complied. She stood and watched as he rummaged in the closet to locate two blanket sized towels. He spread them on the bed, retrieved a bottle of light coconut oil from the bathroom and instructed her to lie down.

"I think you need a relaxing massage." he said as he stripped to his briefs.

A faint appreciative smile crossed her lips and she said "You're a true friend, an absolute sweetheart!"

She lay face down as he straddled her legs and poured oil into his hands to warm it before applying it to her.

"You might want to pull your hair out of the way so it doesn't get oily."

She tucked her hair to the side of her head as Kirk began to make light circular motions at the base of her neck. He spent a lot of time on her shoulders and upper back until he felt the kinks release and heard her sigh in relief. She didn't hesitate to remove her bra when he asked to insure that he could reach all of her back. She rose slightly, reached beneath her tits and unclasped the front of her bra. She tossed it aside and lay back down. He slowly massaged her back interlacing his fingers as he proceeded to work the kinked muscles moving outward from her spine. When he started to work each of her arms from shoulder down to each finger, she sighed deeply and said "You're good at this!"

With the still jazz playing softly in the background he worked lower down her back. In response to his slight tug at the waistband of her panties, she drew herself onto her knees to allow him to slip them down. As she did, he saw that they were very wet in the crotch.

Kirk worked each of her legs in turn -- from her ankles up. He spent a lot of time on her shapely calves before moving up her thighs and noticed that she gasped slightly each time his fingertips caressed the sensitive inner sides. He spread her legs slightly to gain complete access and saw that her pussy was overflowing with thick white nectar.

When he finished her back, he asked her to turn over. She smiled up at him weakly when she noticed him looking at her nipples which were hard as rocks. 

Rather than say a word, Kirk returned her smile and began massaging her beginning at her collarbone, cupping and swirling her breasts and down to her flat stomach. Each time his hands grazed her nipples, she flinched noticeably. He didn't react and continued keeping his promise. As he moved down to her legs, he started at her ankles again working slowly upward. He spread her legs wider to gain full access to each thigh. With one leg remaining outstretched, he bent one leg at the knee to let him easily continue working her legs. Her wetness had now become a veritable waterfall. Her nectar had coated her inner thighs, run down the crack of her ass and was pooling on the towels.




Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 07



Kirk bent both knees with her feet resting on the bed and slid his hands down her inner thighs. With each stroke he moved closer and closer to her sopping wet pussy. As his longer strokes let him reach her nether lips, she began responding by lifting and ever so slightly rotating her hips. With one last slow stroke he slid his hands along the tops of her thighs, glided over her waist and cupped each breasts. As he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers she uttered a long guttural "Ooooohhh!" Her breath caught sharply when he took each of her nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the hard nubs. 

He then slid his hands slowly back down her body, spread her legs wider, slid warm fingertips over her mound just grazing her now prominent clit in the process. She thrust her hips upward in response and hissed "Oh you sweet man!", when she felt his lips and tongue begin to kiss and probe her pussy.

"You're a doll, an absolute doll!"

Kirk increased the tempo with his tongue tenderly flicking her clit. In response she began raising her hips and rotating them against his face. She then grabbed the side of his head pulled it closer insistently and yelled "I'm coming!" He slowed the flickering of his tongue to let her fully enjoy her climax and drew back.

"I know I said I didn't want to fuck and I don't. But I do want you to make sweet, slow love to me!"

Kirk slipped off his briefs, slowly stroked his throbbing manhood up and down her gushing slit before slowly, gently pressing into her.

He first lay still letting them enjoy the feeling of total connection they shared. With the music still playing softly, they accompanied it with long slow thrust of their hips, they enjoyed their own special melody. They moved in perfect synchronization, as never before - as one.

As the sax struck a long and extended finishing flourish, their harmonious movements followed in perfect time until they came in unison. Her legs wrapped around his flexing ass and he felt her vagina rippling and gripping his spurting cock. They lay unmoving and enjoying the afterglow of their sweet lovemaking. Kirk slowly withdrew, smiled down at her and suggested they'd better shower.

"No, I'm not going to shower. I don't care if that SOB of a husband of mine knows that I have just been well loved. You make me cum more and much harder in ten minutes than he can in a month with that pencil dick of his! That is the best LOVEMAKING, not FUCKING, that I have ever enjoyed."

"I don't know what to say to you other than THANKS! Now you know my whole sordid story. You and your massage were absolutely special. I don't how you knew but that just what I needed! You're so strong, yet very gentle with me. Your touch makes my body hum and my soul is singing your praises!"

"Well, maybe its as they say ... misery loves company!"

She flinched as if he'd struck a nerve. Her brow furrowed and her eyes squinted. Kirk was perplexed.

"Speaking of company, do you have a friend flying in this weekend?"

"No, I decided to spend the weekend alone."

"If you'd like some company, I'm now free all weekend too. Maybe we can finally have that celebratory dinner that we talked about over a year ago?"

"Now that's sounds like we might both have an enjoyable weekend after all -- you're on!"

As they walked downstairs, she asked, "Can I borrow that CD we just made love to? I want to listen to it as I drive home ... and when I take my philandering hubby to the airport."

Kirk retrieved the CD while she waited in her car, the door open. He was somewhat surprised to see she had not bothered to close her wraparound dress or even put her hose back on. She sat with both legs fully exposed, her legs spread wide enough that her soaked panties were in plain view.

She slipped the CD into the player, turned up the volume, closed the door and drove off smiling.



Italian Teases/Pleases Black Ch. 08



Kirk had moved well along in wrapping up what had turned out to be a long week and by noon Friday had everything about finished as he'd planned to let him head to the airport for his flight back east. With the trip now off, he was just keeping himself busy. He wanted to avoid the endless chatter of the executive dining room so he phoned and requested delivery of a club sandwich. He had just taken a bite when the phone chirped.

Gulping to swallow, he managed a weak "Hello". Instead of a voice on the other end, he heard the familiar strains of a mellow saxophone. Following a brief interlude of a track from the CD she borrowed, Carmina's voice cut in.

"Hi handsome!" I just dumped my cheating husband off at the airport and thought I'd check in to see if you needed anything."

"Nope, thanks to you, I've got everything done and am sitting at my desk nibbling on a sandwich."

"Well I'm heading to Victoria's Secret to pick up a few things. Has that agile mind come up with anything special you'd like to see me in?"

"No, surprise me. I'm sure I will like whatever you choose."

Chuckling, "I'll bet you will! You'll like me both in and out of them!"

"You got it!"

"Have you given any thought to our celebratory dinner? I want to be sure that I'm prepared."

"Actually I have. I thought we'd go to the Retreat."

"The Retreat? I don't think I've ever heard of it."

"You haven't. It's a private club at the outskirts of town."

"Oh? What kind of club is it?"

"Its a chic, upscale club with great ambiance, good food and usually a good band."

"Chic? ... Upscale! That sounds inviting what are you going to wear? I want to make sure that I'm wearing something complementary and don't embarrass you."

"Not to worry, there's not the faintest chance of your embarrassing me. I'll probably wear a Zegna suit. It's a tad dressier than my normal office attire. Its steel blue-gray and made of a silk/wool combination."

"That's sounds pretty dressy ... Hmmm, I think I may just have a dress that works. You'll have to tell me when you see it. I'm going to swing by to get a manicure too. What time is our reservation?"

"Its at 8:00 so we'll need to leave at 7:00 to account for traffic and the distance."

"You are going to pick me up right? Or do you prefer that I swing by your place?"

"I plan to pick you up promptly at 7:00."

"Great! And, one more thing -- remember to bring a toothbrush because I don't plan to let you out of my sight this weekend."

"Sounds great to me! ... Sounds GREAT!"

Not having been to her house and knowing only vaguely how to get there, Kirk left his house at about 6:30. Hopefully if she lived only ten minutes away as she'd said, he'd have plenty of time to make a stop that he'd planned and still arrive on time.

He made his stop and found her street with no problem. He surveyed the houses set far back from the street as he drove. He spotted her address in brass numerals on the curbside mailbox and parked behind a car that looked vaguely familiar.

In the fast receding light, he surveyed the nearby homes for signs of life in the yards or windows. Seeing none, he slid from behind the wheel and walked up the curved inlaid stone path that led to her front door. Alternating chimes alerted her to his arrival when he pressed the doorbell.

"Well hello handsome!" she greeted Kirk warmly as she was shielded from his sight (and that of prying eyes) as she stood behind the door with only her head peeking out. "You're right on time so I guess you had no problem finding the place."

Extending his hand to present the red rose he'd stopped to pick up, "Hello Gorgeous!"

Her eyes widened at the sight of the flower and she gushed -- "For me? Oh my!"

When she stepped from behind the door to accept the rose, it was his turn to gush. Carmina looked as if she had just stepped from the pages of a glamour magazine. She had her hair up, which he'd never seen before. Her makeup was flawless and the dress (Oh what a dress!) -- it fit her like a glove!

He whistled as she closed the door and stepped back into the lighted foyer to let him fully take in the stunning beauty before him. The dress was made of a soft metallic fabric of understated blue/silver tones. But it was not the color that left him with his mouth agape. It was its design and how perfectly it fit her. It had a cowl neck that dropped low in front to showcase the silver/onyx choker she wore, her elegant neck and the barest hint of cleavage.

The dolman sleeves stopped just above wrist level to accent the matching silver/onyx bracelet and her freshly done red nails.

But the jaw dropper was the cut! The hem stopped at mid-thigh and with the higher heels than she normally wore, showcased her shapely legs to perfection.

"Oh my goodness! You are truly a vision of loveliness. You look simply beautiful! Breathtaking ...!

She smiled brightly at his response to her dress, twirled around and said "I am so happy you like it!"

"The word LIKE comes nowhere close!" Kirk said stepping forward to embrace her. He gave her a soft kiss before extending his arms to again take in the sensuous lady before him.

"Before you get too carried away and my flower wilts, I'm going to find a bud vase."

"While you do that, I'm going to my car to get my camera. I MUST take a picture of the elegant lady I'll have on my arm."

She positively gushed, and blushed! "Geee!"

As he returned to the house, she was standing near a lacquered oriental hutch where she'd place the rose putting on her earring. She looked Kirk up and down appraising his attire and said, "You look absolutely dashing sir!" stroking his lapel, "Ohh that's soft!"

He quipped "That's about the only thing that's soft! Looking at you in that fantastic dress is causing other parts of me to get hard as a rock. You'd better let me take a picture of my alluring date before I suggest skipping dinner!"

"OK where do you want me?"

Kirk looked around the living room and spotted a cushioned chair with high arms. "How about perching on that arm of that chair?"

"Alright", she said and started in the direction of the chair before she came to an abrupt stop. She whirled around and headed back to where she'd placed the rose. She picked up something silver and then turned her attention to her left hand.

"I won't be needing this!" she said as she removed her wedding band before replacing it with the large silver/onyx ring she had cupped in her palm.

She returned to the chair and posed elegantly as he took a few snaps. He followed with more of her standing, sitting on the sofa with her legs sexily crossed and a close-up or two of her elegant make up and hair. "I want one more!" she said as she rested her chin on her left hand with the new 'fun weekend' ring on prominent display.

Standing up, she said "I hope your batteries are fully charged."

"Mine or the camera's?"

"Both, Sweetie, BOTH for sure!"

"I'm ready if you are!" Carmina said picking up a small clutch that perfectly accented her outfit. "The only challenge now is getting in your Porsche without showing my ass off to the world. This dress is short!"

"Not to worry gorgeous, I love looking at your shapely ass anytime. But that will have to wait since I brought my Jaguar instead of the Porsche."

"Oh my! I've never even been in your Jag. This must be some elegant place you're taking me too."

"It is. It befits both you and our long overdue celebratory dinner. It also has a swivel passenger sit to let you easily sit and swing your legs up while preserving your modesty."

"That's impressive!"

She took his arm as they strode down the path towards car. "I wonder if there are any prying eyes." she said "Although I really don't care that much."

"Let me know if you see anyone nosy because I've got a plan."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'll just pretend I'm your driver and seat you in the back!"

"She broke out into gales of laughter -- "You don't miss a trick!"

With no one in sight, the plan wasn't needed. Kirk opened the door swiveled her seat and watched her slide in and thought -- "Oh my! What a lovely sight her beautiful legs in silky smoke hose presented!"

Traffic was unusually light as they pulled onto the freeway and the sky unusually clear. Stars were sparkling brightly and a shimmering moon was rising on the horizon. He selected some mellow jazz which filled the car as they drove. With his elbow on the console between the seats, Kirk held her hand, caressing it softly with his thumb.

"As I've said before, you've got the best hands. Where did you ever learn to touch a woman just so to make her feel so special?"

"All I can say is that you bring out the best in me."

"You're so sweet!"

They drove with only an occasional word as they drank in the beauty surrounding them, each left to their own thoughts. As he exited the freeway, she looked about as if to get her bearings. "I don't think I've ever been here." As they drove further into the canyon, she remarked about the hillside mansions. "Wow, those are lovely homes!" About a mile further, she remarked. "I just noticed something, there are no street lights."

"No, out here, the homeowners voted against them. They want to get away from the city."

"Well they succeeded because it seems like we're in a forest with all these tall trees."

Approaching the turn into the club, he slowed down.

"Are we lost?" she asked.

"No, we're almost there." Kirk said as he turned into a barely perceptible driveway.

They drove about a half mile down the tree-lined path with the fronds on each side almost touching above them.

When the club came into view with its softly lit understated presence, she whispered "How secluded and posh is this?"

As Kirk turned into the large circular entrance, two tuxedo clad attendants emerged, each approaching opposite sides of the car. He waited for Randall, the passenger side attendant to open her door before pressing the control to swivel her seat. "You might need to lift your feet slightly, sweetheart." She did as she was glided into position to make an easy and modest exit.

He turned off the engine as Jerry opened his door greeting him -- "Doctor K, its good seeing you!"

Kirk walked around the car where Randall stood with Carmina, guiding her hand to his arm and gave Kirk an approving nod of the head.

As they approached the entrance, she whispered "How classy, you must be well known here."

"Well yes and no, the staff must know all members by name."

"Well, I'm impressed!"

The doors opened as the door attendant saw them draw near. "Welcome! I trust yours will be an enjoyable evening." Two strides inside the door, Harry the tall grey haired and distinguished looking maître d', greeted them nodding to Carmina "Madam" and then extending his hand to Kirk. "Lincoln will be seeing to your needs this evening." Linc smiled brightly as he approached -- "This way please." as he gestured to the sunken dining room.

He led them up to the tiered booths three steps above the main floor, swiveled one side of the table to allow Carmina to slide in and then smiled in approval as he repeated the motion on Kirk's side. He unfurled the elegant napkins and placed them on their laps.

As he walked away Carmina commented "This has to be the most elegant place I've ever seen! The booths are spread so far apart!" Kirk explained that discretion was at a premium here and that the booths were purposely spaced to prevent conversations from being overheard. "Many business deals are done here and, he paused, some conversations between couples deserve privacy."

"I also noticed that the entire staff is Afro American."

"Yes, that's because it's a black owned club. It was conceived to provide black professionals and business people a retreat from their workaday worlds. There are two others in the country with another one under construction. Each has full facilities -- meeting rooms, a few for overnight guests, pools, tennis, you name it."

She started to say something else when Linc reappeared carrying an ice bucket that contained a bottle of Cristal. "May I pour?"

"Yes, please."

He poured two glasses, placed them within easy reach and said "Enjoy!" as he turned on his heel.

Kirk felt Carmina's hand on his thigh rubbing slowly up and down, "I knew this evening would be special but I had no idea just how special."

They sipped their champagne and talked.

"When a special celebration like ours finally comes along, I thought it best to celebrate in grand style."

The pianist had begun to play softly when Linc returned with menus. He recited the specials of the day, all flown in fresh and opened the blue leather bound books for their perusal.

Already knowing what he wanted, Kirk asked Carmina her preference. "One of each, I think! How nice that they have both descriptions in both English and Italian. Kirk smiled and paused before commenting. "Actually the menus are customized for each guest. In honor of your presence, I requested English/Italian when I recalled hearing you speaking Italian to your mother on the phone recently."

"Boy you don't miss a trick! Hmmm, why are there no prices?"

He smiled but before he could answer she chuckled, "I get it -- discretion!"

They ordered -- deciding to share a Caesar's salad, while she had an Italian fish dish and Kirk ordered veal. Freshly baked bread was served along with a tasty entrema pause between courses.

"Will you take dessert now or later?" Linc said.

"Later I think if I can talk this lovely lady into joining me on the dance floor."

"You can indeed! Dancing is one of my favorite things."

The band had arrived and set up discreetly while they ate and started the set off with a samba. Not knowing how well she might dance, it would be easy for her to pick up the steps.

He needn't have worried -- "This woman can dance!" Kirk thought. He didn't mean frenzied booty shaking and spastic gyrations, he meant graceful, poised and fluid. She followed beautifully as they danced slowly and showed off some graceful and alluring moves on fast numbers. She later shared that she'd studied dance a few years before abandoning her pursuit of a fine arts degree. Being a good dancer with some training too, Kirk felt they'd have a doubly enjoyable evening. They broke only when Carmina indicated she needed to visit the powder room.

After retaking their seats and polishing off the remaining Cristal, they took to the floor again. They danced a few spirited numbers before the band went silent and the pianist began playing and singing a Lionel Ritchie tune -- Three Times a Lady!

Kirk drew her close to him as they glided slowly around with the floor to themselves. "That's magical!" she said as she pressed her breast into his chest and rose to kiss him on the cheek. "You make me feel so incredibly good and that song is perfect!"

"I'd hoped you'd feel that way. That's why I requested it!"

"Her eyes softening, a soft smile crept across her lips and she whispered -- "I love you - for making me feel so good!"

He kissed her softly on the lips then suggested they skip dessert here in favor of what awaited them at home. Her eyes danced as she quickly agreed. Kirk signaled Linc as they approached their table. He came over, bade them a good evening and shook Kirk's hand.

"Aren't we going to wait for the chec ..." her voice trailed off "I know, I know ... its that discretion thing!"

The car was waiting upon their arrival, doors opened and the passenger seat swiveled for her easy entry.

As they drove, Carmina held Kirk's hand and alternately stroked and planted soft kisses on it, her tongue flicking between his fingers. "You are one special man!"

As they drew closer to her house, her mood changed and she seemed agitated. He guessed that she might be wary of the prying eyes of neighbors.

As they turned onto her street and he drove towards the same car he'd noticed earlier she said "Pull into the driveway!" As he did, she reached into her purse, removed the door opener and pressed the button.

"You're not the only one who planned ahead!" she said with a smirk. "I parked Gio's car out front!"

Kirk pulled in as she closed the door and moved around to assist her out. But she'd hurriedly beaten him to it and seemed anxious to get inside. He retrieved his leather suit bag and followed her as she quickly dashed into the house. "Make yourself comfortable I'll be right back!" he heard.

Upon hearing her footsteps coming down the hall, he glanced up and saw the most awesome sight he could have imagined.

She stood posing with her hands above her head.

She had removed her dress and stood there showing off a cock hardening sight ... she was wearing a black camisole, thigh high hose and shoes -- nothing else. A tiny pink bow rested above her cleavage matching the hard pink nipples poking through the opaque lacy fabric.

"Oh wow, wow, WOW! You look fantastic! You absolutely look like you could be a Victoria's Secret model!"

With her legs spread wide, her hands on her hips -- "If I look like a model, you'd better get that camera working!"

He took several shots from different angles with one particularly hot shot of her looking back over her shoulder alluringly, bra strap dangling on her arm and an engorged nipple proudly on display.

Before he could take another, she strode to where he stood, took one of his hands and pulled it to her crotch to show him how wet she was. She was pouring hot cream!

"When I asked you to treat me like your slut you said no. So I told you that I wanted to explore my sexuality with you. My exploration starts right now! Take off your clothes!"

As he quickly stripped, she turned and walked quickly to the hutch where she'd earlier deposited her wedding band. Removing the silver ring she'd worn to dinner, she slipped her wedding band back on her finger and said "Come over here and bring your camera!"

By the time he grabbed his camera and moved towards her, she'd slipped onto her knees.

As he stood before her, she wrapped her left hand around the base of Kirk's hard cock.

"I want a picture like this and make sure you get a good shot of my face and my ring!"

With that she started planting soft pecks on the head of his cock as he snapped away. A shot of her rubbing his cock on her face ... planting soft pecks on the tip ... her tongue swirling around the shiny black bulb, then extended catching a drop of precum ... her mouth wide open preparing to accept his meat ... her warm wet mouth surrounding his cock with her head tilted to let the camera catch her eyes that were fixed looking up at his face.

She rose quickly, grabbed his hand and said "Come on!"

She led him into the den, perched on a settee that had one of Gio's professional magazines lying on the seat. She lay back, opened the snaps at the crotch of her outfit raised her legs and spread her engorged lips wide.

"Take several shots of my hot wet pussy!"

Kirk took full body shots before zooming in on her snatch.

"Rub your cock up and down my slit and take some close ups!"

"Now slip the head of your cock in me and take a shot of that. But don't go too far in because I don't want to cum yet!"

With that shot taken, she whirled around, kneeled and looked back over her shoulder.

"Get a good shot of my ass!" as she reached back grabbing it and spread her cheeks to put her tight rosebud and wedding band on display.

"Take one of your cock approaching my asshole!"

"Can you take one of your cock sliding into my ass?"

"No, I don't want to hurt you. I'll need to loosen you up before you can accept my hard cock."

She was a woman possessed -- "OK we'll get that one later!"

She dashed into the living room, quickly lay down on the sofa with one leg extending over the back. She began cupping her mound and motioned for him to stand near her head. "Stick it in my mouth!" as she reached up to encircle his cock again with her wedding band aging on prominent display.




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The flash from his camera had barely dissipated when she leapt up (a woman obsessed!) and led him to the bedroom, spread out on the bed with knees bent, pulling the top down to expose her tits and began masturbating, her wedding band almost disappearing into her cunt as she feverishly rubbed her clit with her right hand. After a few shots she said, "I'd better stop, I'm almost ready to cum!"

She leapt from the bed, opened the sliding door to the patio and dashed outside.

"Quick lay on your back there!" pointing to a redwood chaise lounge.

Kirk had barely laid down before she straddled his legs, kneeling she cupped her breasts and captured his cock between them. With eyes almost glazed over -- "Get a good shot of this! I want to see my wedding band, my hard nipples and the shiny black head of your cock!" When that shot taken, she shuffled back still straddling him, grabbed his cock and began slowly lowering her hips.

"Take a shot now!" she urged as his cock neared her hot wetness.

"Another one!" as her nether lips touched his throbbing blackness.

"Get one now!" as the head of his cock disappeared into her.

"Take more, take more!" she hissed and began pumping her hips up and down. His now shiny cock disappearing inside her as she squatted and reappearing as she rose.

He took one last shot of her head thrown back, mouth contorted as she starting ramming her hips down onto his manhood.

"Fuck the shit out of me and don't hold back!"

He put his camera aside, grabbed her waist and began slamming her down as he thrust upward into her with full force.

She tensed, let out a long animalistic wail, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yes, YES, I CUMMING!

Now totally exhausted physically and emotionally, she slumped whimpering onto his chest. He rotated his hips to gain leverage, lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. She lay quiet as her breathing returned to normal and said "We not quite done yet! When you're ready I want you to take pictures coming in my mouth and all over my face! I'm feeling whorish and want to keep exploring."

After resting for 30 minutes, Kirk went to the patio to retrieve his camera. He turned to see her beginning to kneel. With a curling finger, she beckoned for him. As he looked down, he saw the white crusty cum that had dried on inner legs and the elastic of her thigh high hose. She reached for his cock and started pumping slowly. "Remember, cum in my mouth and all over my face and get plenty pictures!"

Her eyes watched the increasing pace of his fist stroking his cock. They alternated looking at the head of his cock and his face. Her camisole had fallen to her waist putting her again hard nipples on display. Her face was a mask of undeniable lust. "I'm gonna cum!" Kirk grunted as his balls began to tighten. Her mouth flew wide open as her hands prepared to grab his spurting dick. She wrapped her hands around it as the first jet flew into her open mouth. He took a shot of her mouth, tongue and cheeks coated with man milk.

She directed the next hot spurt onto her face, moaning as she felt its warmth. She then lay back on the floor as the remaining flow fell onto her breasts, her silky pubic hair and the skin/nylon border where the tops of her hose ended. She said "Get a picture of this!" as she rubbed his hot man lotion into her skin.

It took almost an hour for them to recover enough to continue her delayed exploration check list -- butt fucking. She retrieved a bottle of scented KY lotion from her nightstand. She took her time removing the clear plastic seal to insure that he saw that the bottle was new and unused. He took a snap of her removing it, opening the cap and squirting the gel into his hands. She knelt on the bed and spread her cheeks and jumped slightly when Kirk squirted the gel on the crack of her ass. He coated his fingers liberally and began caressing her rosebud. He spoke soothingly to her as he slowly slid first one finger into her, then two and when he felt her relax slightly, a third.

"You're almost ready to accept my meat." he said and continued rotating his fingers in her now loosening ass. "Don't take them out!" she protested when he withdrew them. "I need to coat my cock too!"

"Oh!" she responded, then "Ummmm" as his three fingers returned to her orifice, joined by a fourth.

"Breathe deeply and slowly." he told her as he removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. "OK, but remember to take a picture each step of the way!" He complied taking snaps as his thick black head came into contact with her back door. Another as he pressed gently but firmly as her sphincter began to accept him. He paused when she stiffened. "Relax" he told her, "Its beginning to slip in." He took another shot of his cock head being enveloped by her inward folded skin. She jerked upright as the head of his cock entered her fully. "I going to press all of my meat into your ass but am going to go slowly so you get used to being filled."

Obviously suffering some discomfort but determined to give him her virgin ass, she hissed through gritted teeth "OK, but remember to get pictures!" After a few minutes she felt his balls against the cheeks of her ass. "I want you to fuck my ass hard and long! No matter what I say, don't you dare stop until you cum deep inside me!"

Stretched to the max, her tiny asshole was tight, gripping his cock like a firm fist. He took a shot of his cock buried completely inside her then withdrew an inch or two, drizzled more KY onto his meat and thrust his hips to shove it back inside. Taking pictures as he progressed, he withdrew four, then six inches from her, oiled his now shiny cock liberally before withdrawing the last few inches and repeating the sequence.

With her ass as loose as it was likely to get, his cock fully lubricated, he began to slowly withdraw from and slide back into her hot back tunnel. As he picked up the pace, she gripped the sheet tightly and pleaded, "Fuck my ass good and hard!" Knowing that she was as ready as she'd ever be, Kirk increased the tempo and power of his thrusts and began fucking her ass as she wanted - HARD! The room was filled by her grunts, alternating squeals of discomfort begging him to stop, then demanding more and the rhythmic slap of his black hips against her reddening olive cheeks.

He looked down at the almost grotesque sight of her distended flesh being pulled out of her ass as he withdrew and then disappear as he rammed his cock hard back into her.

"So this is what butt fucking is all about" she hissed. "I feel so damned full! It hurts like hell! ... and I love it!" With those last words she began thrusting her hips back to match each forward thrust of his. "Oh goodness!" she moaned "I hope you are about to cum because I am! I never thought you could cum this way!"

"I'm about to explode inside you!" he managed to grunt just as his balls erupted. She let out a piercing scream, thrust her hips back forcing him further into her depths and began yelling at the top of her lungs "I feel your hot cream pouring into me! Give it all to me! I want every single drop deep in my bowels!" She got her wish as he poured stream after stream of cum inside her. Her ass was sealed tight by black cock so not a single drop escaped.

Her strength totally sapped her arms splayed weakly from her sides, her hips began falling to the bed withdrawing his cock. What seemed like a pint of cum began leaking from her ass. Kirk got a few snaps before the head of his cock plopped out of her ass with a slight pop. Carmina somehow managed to pull her knees up to stop her fall and pleaded "Take a picture of my ass now and show it to me!"

Kirk took a shot of her gaping asshole and held the viewfinder to her face. "Mercy! I am stretched open wide enough to drive a truck inside! I never ..." her voice trailed off as she slid down into a fetal position. She thrust her hands between her legs and said "I can get most of my hand in there without touching either side. I have been truly and well fucked!"

She slumped into a stupor, not moving a muscle with only her ragged breathing showing any indication of life. She was absolutely dead weight, unable to assist as he began to remove her sweaty, cum soaked hose. He had to rest her ankles on his shoulders to slide them down and off as she had no strength. He pulled her into an upright position, kneeling behind her to hold her upright to tug off her camisole. She looked like she'd been in a train wreck. Her previously flawless makeup looked like a drunk had applied it. Cum stains covered her lips, her nose and neck. Her hair even showed signs of a savage assault with dried cum stretching from her temples and displaying white semen highlights, across her forehead line, and into her now limp curls.

Kirk laid her back onto the bed and went to the bathroom to draw a bath knowing she'd be unable to stand in the shower. As the water ran, he walked through the house and chuckled at the sight of clothing strewn literally everywhere.

"I'm not sure what this is all about!" Kirk thought, "But boy is she ever into it!"

He returned to turn off the bath and saw her lying still, unmoved from the position he'd left her. He scooped her into his arms and walked back to the bath. She stirred and murmured, "Take my ring off, I don't want to wash away our cream!" He managed to remove it and place it on the counter before submerging her in a soapy bath.

He bathed her gently, rinsed the cum from her face and hair before draining the tub, wrapping her with a large towel and carrying her back to the bed. She was ragdoll limp as he patted her dry with another towel. He lifted her enough to turn back the sheets to tuck her in, then showered quickly and returned to find her dead to the world.

He noticed his camera on her nightstand beneath the glowing lamp, switched off the light and slid in beside her. He remembered nothing until he awakened to the smell of coffee.

Kirk stirred as the aroma of fresh brewed coffee teased his nostrils but snapped wide awake when he heard her exclaim, "Bastard! ... THAT WILL SHOW YOU, YOU BASTARD!"



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Startled by her 'BASTARD!' outburst, Kirk rolled over and saw Carmina in the just emerging sunlight. She was wearing a short white robe tied loosely at the waist sitting cross legged with her laptop resting on her thighs. He took in the sight of her still swollen pussy before glancing up to her angry face.

To his obviously puzzled glance, she looked up and smiled brightly "Good morning, my lover! Your coffee is on the nightstand behind you. I just brought it in."

"What are you talking about?" Kirk asked, still fuzzy from just having awakened "What did I do?"

"What you DID was completely and thoroughly fuck me like I wanted and NEEDED to be fucked! What I AM TALKING about is this!" she said turning the laptop so he could view the screen.

He glanced and was amazed that she was working on a PowerPoint presentation. He was stunned by what he saw. Even in thumbnail view it was easy to make out in the left hand column that she'd inserted some of the pictures he'd taken last night. However he couldn't make out the right hand column.

"What are these?" he asked

She said "I'll show you" then clicked a button to display a full screen view of the shots side by side. On the left were pictures they'd taken the night before, neatly cropped so his face didn't show. On the right were pictures of her husband and some women.

Kirk guessed some of the shots were the German bimbo she'd told him about based on Carmina's earlier description. Her stumpy cellulite dimpled legs should never slide into thigh high hose. Her 'spare tire' waistline and flabby tummy would cause nightmares instead of wet dreams. Yet there she was, sucking Carmina's husband's pencil dick.

Each of the side-by-side poses of them and her husband and his wenches was virtually identical!

"And who is this other one?" he asked, pointing to a keen faced, bleached blonde that was straddling Gio on the patio lounger mimicking shots they'd taken last night. "She's my floozy neighbor, just divorced and clearly willing to accept any 'lil dick she can get!"

"I found these on his laptop along with the emails I told you about. If he denies it, I plan to smack him with a six pack of 'Whup Ass!' and show him ours so he can see what a real man, a black man, can get me to want to do! I wanna be fucked -- NOT FUCKED OVER!"

Extremely agitated, she continued "I also might show his shots to his boss who already gave him a written warning that he'd be fired if he didn't stop 'stumphfing' the company tramp. His patents be damned."

"He might guess its you in the pictures but can't be sure its not one of the muscular attendants at the gym that he's seen leering at and flirting with me."

Kirk laughed so hard that tears rolled down his face. Gasping for air, he finally managed "I see you had a plan! That explains your insistence of what pictures I should take. Ahhh ... the wrath of a woman scorned?"

"It started out that way but now its more the joy of a woman awakened!"

"I've got a lot more pictures I want you to take in the next two days. But only one, of you fucking me in his car in front of the entrance to his office, is a payback picture. The rest are for me. You see, since you first fucked me, I haven't been able to cum at home. I barely did before -- only tiny ripples. But since you allowed me to feel what a mind shattering climax is, I close my eyes and imagine you fucking me. Being able to look at us will keep me cumming for years."

Kirk corrected her. "We've got the entire upcoming week to fully explore your sexuality and take pictures in your new Victoria's Secret outfits."

"Oh yeah, THAT'S RIGHT!" she exclaimed, smiling broadly.

And boy did they ever take advantage of the time!

He screwed her at least three times a day, at her house or his, in every room and in every piece of sexy attire she'd bought. He fucked her on the bathroom countertop, standing with her feet straddling a mirror on the floor so she could see his meat plowing her, in midair with him standing upright, cupping her ass with her arms around his neck and as his cock plowed deep into her pussy and a finger deep in her ass.

Several of their white-hot sessions were exceptional -- one with her red special occasions dress around her waist as he pounded her on top of his desk. Another as he rammed her from behind in the running suit she climaxed in during his speech rehearsal. He ripped out the crotch and gave her what she'd fantasized about that day long ago.

Some others were more of her special requests.

"Give me something I've dreamed about since I first met you!"

"What's that?"

"I want you to overpower me, tie me to your bed and ravish me!"

As she retrieved rope that she'd tucked in her gym bag, he grabbed her waist lifted her into the air and flung her forcefully across the bed.

"You asked for it and I'm going to give it to you -- my way!"

A glimmer of fear flashed across her face as he grabbed the neck of the bare midriff t-shirt she wore and savagely tore it open exposing her diamond hard nipples.

He stretched her arms above her head and secured her wrists to the headboard posts.

Kirk then ripped her jeans open, not bothering to unsnap them sending a button flying across the room and yanked them off in one swift motion, taking her shoes with them.

Leaving her panties on, he lashed each of her ankles to posts and stood back taking in the view of her helpless plight.

"You want to be tied up and ravished and that's exactly what you're gonna get!" As he began to slowly undress.

Her fearfulness had given away to excitement as a large wet splotch on her pink panties broadcast.

"Since I was a teenager, I've been dreaming of being force fucked by a powerfully built black man and I need you to make my dreams come true. Fuck me hard!"

Now nude, Kirk straddled her hips.

"Are you going to fuck me with my panties on?"

The sharp sound of tearing cloth was the only response she heard. Kirk slid his strong hands into the leg openings of her panties and ripped them into shreds. The tattered cloth remained in place only because they were still attached to the waistband.

In one swift lunge, he rammed his hard cock deep into her making her squeal.

"Oh that hurt! You're treating me like the little Italian slut that I am! Take all of me you want! You know that every single inch of me is yours don't you?"

"I know it and I'm staking my claim deep inside your tight slutty pussy! I want to feel it when you cum on the hard black cock you worship!"

Although tied, she somehow thrust her hips upward and began screaming at the top of her lungs.

I'm cumming you sweet black Adonis! I'm cumming all over that black meat I love!"

Her voice and pulsating cunt sent him over the edge. He plunged powerfully into her and filled her aching womb with thick cream.

Her last request was for the 'Man-Milk bath' she alluded to long ago. She took a bath sheet from his linen closet, spread it before his floor to ceiling mirror, stripped and lay back.

"Give me a bath with your hot sweet cream! Cover me from head to toe!"

He stripped and stood above her, straddling her hips.

"Pump that black hose and come all over me!" she demanded and started frigging herself with both hands. One hand worked her clit while the fingers of the other probed her ass.

Kirk pumped his cock in concert with her humping hips and felt his balls tighten.

"Can you see the throbbing black cock that's about to wash you?"

Her eyes alternated between looking directly at his meat and their reflection in the mirror.

"I can both see it and want its hot cream NOW!" she grimaced as a hard orgasm wracked her.

The first hot rope of jism arced into the air and splashed her face from her chin up into her hair.

"Get some on my breasts too!"

He shuffled back and saw the second eruption splash from her breasts to her navel.

"Cream my hot slutty pussy!"

A third milk rope coated her hands and wet mound.

Scampering to her knees, she spread her cheeks.

"My ass, cover my cheeks and make it run down to the asshole you fucked so well!"

She slumped and began massaging his just deposited cum all over her body. Paying careful attention to her face, she covered it completely.

"I've heard a cum mask is good for the complexion." She chuckled. "I want it to dry and then have you take pictures of my new beauty treatment!"

During their nonstop week together she went from passive to assertive then hyperactive lover, once even straddling his face and humping it hard until she came. By week's end, she was exhausted, barely able to walk with deep dark rings beneath her eyes. On the night before her husband's return, they enjoyed a quiet meal she'd prepared and snuggled together on a lounge.

As they undressed for bed, she said "Kirk, would you put on some music?" As he turned to get into bed after loading a CD, he saw her lighting candles. She rested her head on his chest, stroked his muscular arms and began to whisper.

"Thank you for indulging me and my curiosity. You let me explore my sexuality which I totally and completely enjoyed. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. I want only one more thing to cap off the best week of my life -- to have you make long ... sweet ... slow and sensuous love to me while the music plays."

Kirk rose above her, lowered his hips and entered her slowly.

"Perfect! she murmured "This is absolutely perfect!"

They came in unison and drifted off into a deep sex-induced sleep.

Epilogue

Their respective partners returned, contrite and pledging to make up. Kirk's fiancé finally managed to land a position about an hour's flight away. He was recruited to the same city and accepted a CEO position. The board accepted his recommendation that Carmina be promoted to a manager's position in the merchandising department.

He enjoyed the tributes from colleagues and co-workers at his going away party in a large ballroom. Carmina, decked out in crisp red suit, and he exchanged knowing looks whenever they glanced at each other. Upon arriving home after the bon voyage dinner he found a card with familiar handwriting in his mailbox.

Dearest,

Thank you for respecting me and my marriage. You knew that I wanted you, but like the gentleman you are, you didn't take advantage of me.

Thank you too for your trust. When, finally, you became my lover. You took me at my word that our respective relationships could remain intact.

And finally dearest, thank you for allowing me to fully explore my sexuality. You accepted me, never questioned my needs/desires/fantasies and filled them far better than I'd dared even dream.

Because you respected me, trusted my word and allowed me to explore my fantasies an unexpected benefit emerged. I not only willingly opened my legs to you, I also opened my heart. You also taught me a lesson that I only wish many others would learn -- skin color matters little. While I enjoyed the erotic contrast of our skin tones, only one color really matters, the color of one's heart. You my dear friend and lover truly have a heart of gold!

Though, as we knew would someday happen, we go our separate ways so I have one final thought to share.

I'll love you dearest always and in all ways for being you and helping me become the fulfilled woman I now am.

Ciao,

Carmina

Although Carmina and her hubby stayed together, Kirk lost the tug of war with his fiancés' mother. And irony of ironies, his now former fiancé married (unhappily he learned) an Italian guy. In one of their infrequent phone calls, he learned that the relationship was abusive and his former mother to be voiced her regrets.

"I am so sorry that I came between you and Kirk, he treated you like a princess."

It was just as well because the courts granted Kirk full custody of his now teenaged children. He was now a fulltime single parent, returned to the Midwest and established a consulting practice.

Carmina rose through the ranks and was appointed Vice President. She was no longer a conservative trailing spouse or an Executive Assistant. Though she earned her position through excellent performance, she credits Kirk for bringing out the best in her.

As luck would have it, she had several employees posted in the town where Kirk now lives. They got together when she visited occasionally and explored her newfound womanhood in great and vigorous depth over the ensuing years!