0 comments/ 7454 views/ 8 favorites Moments with Miranda By: brethard "So, how do you like New York?" Martin Roberts was determined not to ask this beautiful woman any of the typical questions Americans asked Australians-nothing about kangaroos or Vegemite or sharks. That left him a bit stumped, however. "It's great, it's great," Miranda Kelly smiled in between bites of her chicken salad. "I always dreamed of being in New York, but I figured I'd never have the chance." "You figured wrong," Martin responded with a smile, before finishing the last of his BLT. It was New York's most awkward conversation, largely because their bodies wanted to say what their mouths could not. Martin could not keep his eyes off this beautiful lady, couldn't stop staring at her long, apple-red hair, bright green eyes and glowing fair skin; he stared at her so much during their meetings that he was afraid that she would notice and report him for harassment. It was all he could do not to let his erection show when he was around her; he made sure a copy of the Wall Street Journal was always around, to strategically place near his pants whenever she walked by. Martin didn't know that Miranda would sneak into the ladies' bathroom after their meetings to touch herself, would spend nights dreaming about what it would be like to kiss his chocolate skin and feel the head of his dark cock inside of her. Men like Martin were few and far between in Perth, outside of movies and TV shows from the States. She still couldn't believe that this gorgeous man was so close to her, working alongside her. She loved to shake his hand, and would wait just a few seconds before letting go. She loved to look down and see the contrast between their hands, and imagined what it would be like to have the rest of their bodies together, just as naked as their hands. "It's going to be great working with you," Martin said, touching her with his deep voice. "So, you really went to Charles Darwin University for law school? You could never name a school like that here!" Miranda burst out laughing. "I guess not! Hey, we have some crazy people in my country too." "Well, I think we have more." Miranda chuckled. "I must say, however, that I'm quite jealous of you-you got to go to Harvard and Harvard Law! What I wouldn't give to have that on my resume." "Thanks," Martin replied. "But that doesn't make me better than anybody else. I don't want to be-how do you guys call it-a skite?" "Hah! You know that word!" Miranda exclaimed. "You're not like most Americans!" Martin smiled. "Well, I figured I have an obligation to understand your culture. After all, you guys know all about America's." "Right," Miranda noted. Martin leaned in. "Between you and me," he whispered, "there are some guys here who aren't thrilled that your firm bought ours. One of the senior guys told me that he doesn't really want to work with a bunch of 'croc hunters'!" "What an arsehole," Miranda grimaced. "And I thought Americans liked Australians!" Martin observed. "Guess not all of them," Miranda replied. "Well, speaking for myself, I definitely look forward to working with you and learning from you." "I feel the same way." Martin glanced at his watch. "Wow, can't believe it's 3:00 already. Time goes so fast on the weekends, no?" "Definitely." "Well, I just have to go over a few documents when I get back to my place, then I'll call it a night. It's been a crazy week." "You sleep in on Saturday nights? I mean, you're not sixty." Martin smiled. "Well, I don't think you're going out clubbing yourself, are you?" Miranda chuckled. "Well, no, but I'm not from here." They both laughed, their voices bouncing off the walls of Laine Lerman LLC's cafeteria. Martin offered to carry Miranda's tray to the recycle bin. "Well, see you Tuesday, and enjoy the long weekend." Miranda looked at Martin's dark brown eyes. "I'll certainly try too." - Martin's cock was aroused and aching to the point he could barely piss. He desperately wanted to fuck Miranda, to give his hot Aussie chick the sexual experience of a lifetime, but there wasn't a clear signal he picked up on. She could have any an in the world...any white man in the world, to be sure. Martin looked around at his Manhattan micro-apartment. It was neat and square, just like the tenant. Martin always said he was too busy to date, but in reality, he was convinced that he was just too plain, too nerdy, too (ironically) vanilla. Whatever black women or white women wanted in a man, he was convinced that he didn't have. It was a quiet and safe live; no wife, no children, little non-work stress. He had his classic jazz CDs and adult DVDs to relieve the loneliness, and so much work at Laine Lerman that he didn't hand much time for self-pity. He had it all. And he had nothing. - Just a few blocks away, Miranda was debating whether to text Martin. Her roommate-a fellow Aussie attorney, a blonde who worked for another merged firm-was in Los Angeles for the weekend, attending the wedding of a mutual friend. She wouldn't be back until Monday night. She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt she looked plain, with too many freckles and not enough curves. The white guys in New York did nothing for her-too obsessed with sports, just like the Aussie men who were fixated on footy. She desired black men, but didn't black men like white girls with meat on their bones? How many brothers went for the average Anglo-Aussie? Miranda reached for her iPad and opened a bookmarked link. It was Angela White, the Aussie porn star, having her pussy pounded by Lexington Steele's gigantic black cock. Miranda started to masturbate-and then she abruptly stopped. Fuck it, she said to herself, you only live once, right? She texted Martin, "Hi. Really lonely right now. Loved lunch with u today. Would u like to get together for dinner?" - As soon as he got out of the cab, Martin ran up to the steps of Miranda's apartment and was quickly buzzed in. After getting off the elevator, he went to door 200 and knocked. Miranda opened the door and immediately kissed him on the cheek. Martin was pleasantly startled. "Thanks for coming," she smiled, her sweet accent hardening his cock again. "Sure. Any place in mind?" "Actually, can we just run across the street and grab something, and bring it back here?" Martin glanced out the window at Pret A Manger. "Sure." Miranda grabbed her keys, and Martin couldn't help notice her reach for a receipt and abruptly toss it into the wastebasket. Why not just leave the receipt there, Martin thought. Ten minutes later, they were back in Miranda's bedroom, each enjoying a soup-sandwich combo. After taking a sip of Diet Coke, Miranda stood up. "Do you mind if I put on some music?" "No, not at all." Miranda reached for a CD and began playing Herbie Hancock's "Maiden Voyage." "You're a jazz fan?" asked Martin, mildly surprised. "Yeah," replied Miranda. "My dad played jazz records all the time when we were growing up. He actually played saxophone, too." "Get the fuck out of here!" exclaimed Martin. "My dad was obsessed with jazz-he just couldn't play!" "What did he do?" "He was a cop-it was a tough time for him, as there weren't a lot of black cops on the force at the time. He would always say the music would help him relax and calm down." "He was right." Martin paused. "I'm embarrassed to say this, but I never imagined that you were a jazz fan." Miranda chuckled. "Well, now you know!" Martin laughed. "You know, I'd love to visit Australia one day. It's such a beautiful country." "Why, thank you!" Martin hesitated. Would this work? "A lot of beautiful women, too." "I wish I was one of them," Miranda cracked. "What are you talking about? I think you're very beautiful." Miranda smiled. "Well, you're not bad looking yourself! " "Oh, please! No one will ever confuse me with Denzel." "You could give Denzel a run for his money!" Martin rolled his eyes. Was she being serious? "I'm not joking," said Miranda, leaning in and touching his leg. "Everybody talks about how handsome you are, how kind you are." "Well, I don't think I've heard any of those conversations." "I don't think you've been listening, mate." Miranda stared at Martin. It's time, she thought to herself. Martin blushed, and put the sandwich wrappers and soup containers into the Pret A Manger bag before tossing it into the trash. "That was great," said Miranda. "I guess I should have some dessert." "What kind?" Miranda looked up. "Chocolate." The remark stunned Martin long enough for Miranda to stand up, run to Martin and kiss him full on the lips. She felt his hot erection near her thighs as he put his arm around her. Martin and Miranda kept kissing as they undressed. Within minutes, Miranda's bra and panties were on the floor, and Martin kept one hand on her small left breast while his other hand pulled off his boxers, exposing a thick, hardened 9-inch rod. Miranda's eyes bulged at the sight of exposed black cock, and she immediately dropped to her pale knees to suck him off. Martin groaned and screamed as his boiling cum surged through his cock-head into Miranda's mouth. Miranda stood up and immediately kissed Martin, semen still coating her lips. She grabbed his large black cock-her tiny white hand barely able to fit over it-and pulled him member-first into the bathroom, where she reached into the medicine cabinet for a pack of Magnum extra-large condoms. So that's why she was trying to hide the receipt, he thought. He helped her put the condom on, took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. He embraced her, laid her gently on the bed and spent the next two hours making love to her, kissing her luminous red hair, her freckled forehead, her arms, her bright nipples, her chest, her stomach. He licked and kissed her pussy, bringing her to orgasm four times. He kissed her thighs and feet before gently turning over to kiss her ass. He spread her checks and licked her cute little asshole, causing her entire body to vibrate in ecstasy. He then kissed her back and shoulders, before gently turning her over again, spreading her legs, and inserting his hard black American cock into her soft white Australian pussy. She gasped as she saw his large cock nestle inside of her, and soon gasped again with an explosive orgasm. He came again as well, with such force and intensity that his cock and balls ached for moments afterward. After carefully removing his condom and tossing it into the wastebasket, he returned to the bed and collapsed in delighted exhaustion. He reached for her hand, and folded it inside of his; they held hands as they fell asleep. - Early the next morning, Martin felt something on his upper leg. He opened his eyes to see Miranda's lips just leaving his thigh. A lamp was on, and he could see red lipstick marks all over his chest, arms and stomach; Miranda had awakened early to return last night's favor. She motioned for him to turn around, to allow access to his back. Sure enough, within a few seconds, her tongue had found his asshole, and soon Martin's cock again exploded, dampening Miranda's sheets with his semen. Martin and Miranda embraced as the run began its rise over Manhattan. She kissed him again and leaned into his ear. With that lovely accent-the one made him want to fuck her from the moment they met-she asked: "So, how do you like New York?" Moments with Miranda... and Chloe Miranda couldn't keep last weekend's enjoyment to herself; her smile was too bright, her voice too harmonious. Not long after Chloe, her roommate, came back from LA, she told her about the hot, lovely time she had with Martin. "Oh my God," Chloe responded, her blue eyes wide open. "I am so fucking jealous!" Chloe Moore had never been with a black man, but never stopped thinking about what it would be like to be with one. There weren't many in her social circle-not at the University of Melbourne School of Law, not at Stevens Harrison, another Australian-American firm like Laine Lerman. Like Miranda, the closest she had ever come to black cock was through an iPad. Chloe smiled and brushed a stray blonde hair away from her eye. "You have got to let me meet him-and you have got to let me fuck him!" "I don't know if he's interested in blondes, though..." "Well, he'd better be!" They both laughed, but Miranda was quietly nervous about possibly losing Martin to Chloe. Her roommate had enormous power over men-her tanned skin, her great laugh, her love of sports, her tall and athletic body. She could play almost any sport, and was known to excel at the sexual ones. What if Martin decided that Chloe was better in the bedroom? Miranda waited a few days before heading over to Martin's apartment to tell him in person that he had come up in a conversation with her roommate, and that she insisted upon meeting him. Martin had no problem with that, which made Miranda even more nervous. "I should warn you," Miranda said after a moment's hesitation. "She's very flirty." "Well, what's wrong with that?" Miranda paused. "Well..." She hoped she wasn't making a mistake. "I think she wants to find out if you're as good as I said you were...I think she wants a threesome with you and me." Martin raised his eyebrows. "Uh, how do you feel about that?" "Well...I know it's every guy's fantasy to be with two girls. And she's very lovely-she has long blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits...she's so much sexier than I am." "There's nobody as sexy as you, baby." "Thanks for the compliments!" Martin paused. "Are you worried about anybody's feelings being hurt?" "Well, kinda..." Miranda touched his arm. "I'm just worried that she might be too good...that you might fall in love with her." Martin leaned over and kissed Miranda. "Well, don't worry about that. I can't fall in love with two people at the same time." -- Two weeks later, on a rainy Saturday, Martin went over to Miranda and Chloe's apartment for another Pret A Manger dinner. Chloe wore a tight black T-shirt and very short miniskirt that came very close to exposing her pussy. Miranda wore a light blue blouse and jeans. As soon as Martin came through the door in his white shirt and blue slacks, Chloe gave him a look that screamed, "I want to suck black cock!" Every question Chloe asked Martin during dinner was laced with an erotic double-entendre; the room was soon overloaded with sexual energy. Chloe made it clear through her body language that she wanted to get fucked, and would not take no for an answer. "So, I guess you saw a lot of pretty girls on your way over, right?" Chloe remarked as Martin threw his trash away. "Uh, what do you mean?" "Well..." Chloe pointed directly at his crotch, and his tusk of an erection. "Oh, fuck..." "Sounds like an invitation!" yelled Chloe and she leapt from her seat. Miranda gasped at how quickly her roommate moved. Chloe reached for Martin's belt and unlaced it, then yanked his zipper down. She nearly tore Martin's pants right off and actually ripped his boxers to get at his aroused black cock. Before Martin could say a word, he felt Chloe's warm mouth on his cock-head, slurping and licking with lust. Miranda didn't know how to react to the sight of Chloe's long blonde hair bobbing up and down as she worked on her lover's cock. Martin began to scream as his orgasm began to build; it wasn't long before his cum pounded into Chloe's mouth. Without a moment's hesitation, Chloe swallowed the cum and winked lewdly at Miranda before immediately beginning another suck session. In a matter of minutes, Martin erupted again, and Chloe dutifully swallowed. Chloe rose from her knees and ran to the bathroom for condoms. Once she returned, she looked into Martin's eyes and said: "How do you feel about rooting both of us with that big black cock of yours?" Before Martin could respond, Chloe embraced and kissed him, grabbing his rigid cock. She summoned Miranda over to help her place the Magnum over his eager ebony erection, before they undressed, took his hands and led him to the bed. As Miranda feared, Martin seemed to pay more attention to Chloe-and Chloe loved it. Miranda couldn't blame Martin-Chloe had the body and the personality Miranda wished she had. She rubbed Martin's back and played with his hair as he licked and kissed Chloe's body with workmanlike energy. As if to signal that he wasn't forgetting Miranda-as if to apologize-he placed his right hand on her left breast as the fingers of his other hand danced over Chloe's curves. As Martin neared Chloe's stomach, her body vibrated. "Oooh, put that tongue on me. Put that tongue on me!" she yelled, her Aussie accent stirring Martin's cock to even greater attention. Martin loved licking Chloe. She didn't shave at all-a blond forest covered her pussy-and Martin left himself get lost in her luscious bush. He soon found her pussy lips and licked passionately as Chloe yelped in pleasure. "Oh, crikey!" she screamed, almost causing Martin to pause and laughed. "Aussie girls actually say that?" he thought to himself. Miranda was shocked by how loud Chloe was, how her body shook violently from Martin's tongue. She was playing with herself now, as both of Martin's hands were on Chloe as he licked her. She was shaking so violently her head almost hit the backboard. "Aw, aw, crikey!" she hollered, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her orgasm was so loud it frightened both Martin and Miranda. Chloe was gasping for air, and Miranda feared that she might actually need medical attention. She ran to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, returned and helped Chloe sit up. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine, I'm fine," Chloe responded after taking a sip. "This must be what it's like to fuck Superman." Martin smiled, but he too was worried about Chloe's health, worried that his tongue had almost caused a seizure. Yet just ten minutes later, Chloe was ready to continue-with a new request. "Martin?" "Yes?" "You see that white bottle on the desk there?" "Yeah." "Would you grab it for me, mate?" "Sure." Miranda's green eyes bulged. "No way," she thought. Martin grabbed the lubricant from the desk; as soon as she did so, Martina stood up and knelt over. "I want you to fuck my arse, mate," Chloe cooed. "I want that big, beautiful black cock of yours right up my arse." Miranda looked at Chloe as if to say, "You've got to be kidding." Martin, for his part, wasn't averse to anal sex, and had planned to ask Miranda to let him fuck her in the ass. Fucking her roommate in the ass was the next best thing, he reasoned. He dutifully placed the lube on his right hand and coated her eager asshole. Unable to resist her gorgeous asshole, he gave it a quick kiss. "Oh, I'm ready, mate," moaned Chloe. "I'm so ready." Martin slowly and carefully inserted his big black American cock into Chloe's lovely white Australian ass. It took her a few minutes to adjust to the size and thickness, but within minutes she was groaning in lust as Martin pulled her long blonde hair. Miranda played cheerleader, encouraging Martin to fuck Chloe's asshole with all of his energy. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Give it to her! Go on!" she yelled. "She loves it! Give it to her!" Martin loved the fact that he was a bull for this lovely blonde Aussie. Yet he kept his eyes closed, for he knew that if he opened them and saw Miranda, a bit of guilt would get to him. After several minutes enjoying Chloe's tight asshole and hearing her holler in delight, Martin roared as cum raced from his balls to his condom-covered cockhead. He didn't want to pull out, didn't want his cock to be released from that sexy vise grip, but he withdrew, removed the condom, and collapsed on the bed, with Chloe kneeling over to kiss him. Miranda was pleased and sad at the same time. Yes, it was hot to see her roommate and lover rooting each other, but Martin seemed to pay so little attention to her. Would he leave her for Chloe? Did she fuck him away from her? She saw Martin reach for Chloe's hand, just as he had done to her before. She wanted to cry. Then, he reached for hers as well. She gave him her hand. Martin, Miranda and Chloe held on to each other as they fell asleep. -- For hours after Martin left the next morning, there was an awkward, visceral tension between Miranda and Chloe. They barely spoke to each other until late in the afternoon. "Chloe?" "Yes." Miranda hesitated. "I-I want you to know that I love Martin, and I-" "I know that." "Well, I-" "Miranda, I don't want your man." "Wait-what?" Chloe smiled. "You though I wanted Martin? No! I just wanted to fuck him!" "Oh...but you really seemed to-" "Oh, Miranda!" Chloe interjected. "Look, I could tell he loves you too. Why would I want to break that up? Plus, I don't think I could handle all that cock-my arse is still sore!" "Really?" "Yeah! Look," said Chloe, taking Miranda's hands. "I just wanted to know what black cock was like, that's all." "Oh, OK." "He can stretch a girl, can't he?" They both laughed. That night, Miranda went back to Martin's apartment and told him about the conversation. Martin was relieved. "Look," Martin said, "I'd be lying if I said Chloe wasn't hot-she is! I think we had a great time...but I don't love her." Miranda began to weep with joy. "I love you, Miranda." They embraced and kissed each other. "And I love you, too," Miranda whispered.