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Red White and Black Ch. 01

By: BlkRainbow



Tim Hardy, a six foot 200 lb. ex-athlete and Ivy League grad, had recently accepted a new position. As the only black C-level executive in a high visibility company he was prepared for the high degree of scrutiny that lay ahead. His reputation for making quick decisions factored into his being offered the post. After two weeks on his new assignment he had made some preliminary decisions. He found most of the technical staff competent, sales people eager but disorganized and marketing programs ineffective. He'd move soon to correct the issues he'd identified but needed to do something more pressing first - find a competent assistant. 

He'd inherited Millie, a long term employee as an interim. She was a 'mother hen' type who was well liked by the staff but sorely lacking in skills. Tim was perplexed that she moved slowly and barely completed assignments after multiple corrections. However the straw that broke the camel's back was her filing system - she didn't have one. While trying to come up to speed, Tim requested copies of numerous documents. After waiting for more than an hour on one occasion, he went to her desk and found her staring intently at her computer screen. He was stunned when he asked if she'd located the documents he'd requested. 

"It may take me a while because I have to read every document on my computer." 

She did not know how to use the search feature on her computer and had saved every document, all of his predecessor's letters in one gigantic "correspondence" file. "This is not going to work! I need to make a change NOW!" Tim thought. He transferred Millie to a less demanding area the following Monday and began interviewing for a permanent assistant. 

By the end of the week, his HR Director provided him with a half dozen resumes. After scanning them he selected the three most promising. Two had recently held 'Assistant to the President' positions. The third had a longer tenure supporting a VP at a large local firm that he was familiar with but had not worked for six months. Wanting to make a quick decision, he scheduled interviews with all three for the following Friday for an hour each. After interviewing the first two, Tim was confident both could do the job but both had quirks that he found distracting. One was a "giggler" tittering after almost every comment. The other was more serious but wore an excessive amount of perfume which made his eyes water in the closed office during the interview. 

Bianca Fabbiano was his last interview. She'd been scheduled for earlier in the day but requested a change due to car trouble. The receptionist announced her arrival at 3:55, five minutes before their scheduled meeting. "She's called to reschedule and is prompt" Tim thought, both traits that he liked. As he entered the lobby he saw her seated near the reception desk. Tim was immediately struck by her red hair and very pretty face. As she stood in response to his greeting, he saw that she was not only pretty, she was petite at about 5' 2" or 5' 3" and "packing" with prominent 34 C's on her slim frame. She was dressed conservatively in a soft white blouse, navy blue pencil skirt, blue hose and three inch navy heels. Being a careful observer Tim sensed a slight furrow in her brow and a subtle stiffening of her shoulders as he approached her. As she extended her hand to greet him, Tim noticed a furtive glance over her shoulder towards the lobby door. As they walked to his office Bianca apologized profusely for requesting a later meeting. She explained that her car trouble caused her to wait for her husband so he could bring her to the interview. 

When they reached his office, Tim gestured for her to sit at the round work table at the far end of his office. As she turned slightly to sit Tim thought to himself "Damn, for such a small lady, she's packing some mean tits!" 

He quickly refocused and engaged her in some ice breaking chatter. He quickly learned that she was married with two grown sons which surprised Tim because he'd guessed her to be in her mid-30's at most. She also had a teenaged daughter and after earning her degree had worked almost exclusively for religious organizations. Her husband Augie was in the insurance business and shortly after their marriage three years earlier had started his own agency. 

With the small talk behind them Tim got right down to business. Within a half hour, it was evident that she possessed the first of the three "C's" that were important to him - competence. When asked why she left her previous position Bianca explained that her company was going through a layoff and she accepted a severance package. 

"That's understandable in this economy." Tim offered "Have you been looking for another job since then?" 

"No, not actually." In response to Tim's raised eyebrow she continued. "We invested the funds to expand my husband's office so I have been working with him." 

"I hope the results were good." Tim offered 

"They have been OK but not quite what he'd hoped so we agreed that I should find work again." 

"Completely understandable and it's clear that you're well qualified to do so." 

Her "Thank you!" and broad smile let Tim know that she was now relaxed and the tension she displayed in the lobby had evaporated. 

Tim indicated "In addition to competence, which you clearly have, I also have two other areas that are very important - Confidentiality and Culture." 

"First, as assistant to the President, you'd be expected to maintain strict confidentiality about ANY and ALL information that flows through this office. Business deals and people's livelihoods depend on it. And ..." Before he could continue Bianca interrupted. 

"There's nothing I can say to that but offer my assurances of complete and total confidentiality. Having worked for senior executives of the Catholic Church ..." her voice trailed off. Tim understood what was behind her comment given the less than stellar press the church had received in recent months. 

"The final area of importance is culture. We live and work in a diverse world." Tim offered. This company reflects that and it will be necessary that you and we embrace people of all stripes and respect their beliefs even if they are different from our own." 

Bianca nodded in understanding so Tim saw no need to continue. 

"Do you have any questions of me Bianca?" 

"Well, yes I do. You haven't listed the duties you expect me to perform. The job specification I got was somewhat general." 

"It was intentionally general because I'm not looking for a SECRETARY to perform mechanical clerical duties. Instead, I'm looking for a competent ASSISTANT who is capable of learning my philosophy and style, making decisions on her own while contributing to the success of this office." 

"You mean you want me to make suggestions and offer my own insights?" 

"Exactly!" 

Bianca became somewhat emotional - "That's terrific! I've always wanted to contribute rather than simply being told what to do." 

"You'll have every opportunity to do that if offered the job. I travel extensively and you'd be expected to keep a pulse on things when I'm away - even making some decisions independently. The position includes a secure Blackberry like the president of the country carries to insure we can correspond confidentially when I'm away." 

Tears began to well up in her eyes "To be trusted enough, respected enough ..." her voice cracking "That would be a dream come true!" 

Tim extended his hand to allow her to compose herself. She didn't take it but instead leaned forward which caused her blouse to tighten against her chest. Her nipples had become hard and were pressing against the silky white fabric of her blouse. They were so prominent that Tim had to will himself to look into her eyes. 

"Did you bring a list of references that I can check? As I indicated earlier, I'm looking to fill the position quickly." 

The tension Tim observed in the lobby resurfaced. 

"Yes I did but I need to tell you something." 

"And what might that be?" 

"One of the people I listed is my former boss." 

"I expected that. Are you concerned about what he might say?" 

"Well yes and no." she stammered slightly. "I'm sure that he will speak highly of my work but ... he might also share an incident." 

"An incident?" 

"Yes, he and my husband had a run in." 

"That's unusual ... what happened?" 

"To be honest, Augie resented the fact that his wife worked for somebody that resembled a former coworker that had been promoted to be Augie's boss." 

Now confused, Tim asked "Your boss resembled a former boss of your husband's, what does that mean?" 

"They are both black and Augie resented being dependent on them." 

She continued "I didn't realize that he was a racist until my daughter started dating a black kid in her class. When Augie gets angry a lot of stuff spills out. He let it slip that he'd made a comment at my company's Christmas party - that he'd rather die than have "gray" (mixed race) grandkids. My boss overheard the comment." 

Tim gave her revelation some quick thought and asked "Do you think it will be a problem if I ask you to come work with me?" Bianca replied "No for two reasons. First we really need the money and second he'd take one look at your broad shoulders and high tail it for the exit." 

Tim chuckled at her candor and said "I plan to check references on Monday and make a decision by Tuesday. Do you have any more questions or comments to share?" 

Looking around his office she asked a question "Does the job include reorganizing and spiffing up your office? A woman's touch might be helpful unless your wife is going to help you." 

Tim chuckled in agreement "It is a bit sparse and I have a decorating budget but no wife to lend a hand." 

He stood and walked behind her to help her with her chair. As she pushed back from the table he could see that her skirt had ridden well up her toned thighs and that her hard nipples were still visible. As he looked down on her as they walked to the lobby he mused "I wonder if that well coifed red hair is natural or from a bottle. Her porcelain pale skin, the freckles on her chest and those on her face magnified by those cute glasses say she's a redhead but just learning that she's fifty years old makes me wonder - no hints of gray hair?" He didn't think even in passing that he'd soon learn the truth in the most intimate of ways. 

When they reached the lobby he asked if she wanted to be walked to her car since the light was beginning to fade. She replied "No. There's my husband and daughter waiting for me." It was all Tim could do to suppress a laugh. The daughter looked like your typical blonde teenager but the husband was laugh inducing. He looked like the diminutive Danny DiVito character from the movie Taxi. He was short, balding and round about the middle. Tim thought to himself "If ever there was an odd couple - this is it! Ahhh, but love is blind." 

As promised he checked references and made a decision by Tuesday. He decided to offer Bianca the position. She was excited to get the news, quickly accepted and offered to start the following day. She arrived early wearing a fitted dark gray suit, smoky gray hose and gray pumps. She looked striking but appeared to be awaiting his reaction. When he said nothing she asked "Is this appropriate office attire? Augie had me buy them for meetings with important clients. If the skirt is too short I can have it let out." 

Tim told her that it was quite attractive but she seemed to want more input. His eyes came to rest on her chest. Something seemed out of place but he couldn't put a finger on it. Her eyes followed his gaze to her chest and she asked "Is the pushup bra too much?" Tim cleared his throat to give him time to construct an appropriate comment. "I think so because, I hope you don't mind saying so - you don't need any artificial enhancement." She blushed slightly before saying "Thank you! I agree but Augie insisted that I wear it when he was trying to close a deal with a big client." 

Before he could clear his throat to buy time again Tim blurted out his first thought. "I thought he was peddling insurance policies not advertising his wife's assets!" 

"I could agree more!" she said "I'm going to take it off. It should be OK because I'm wearing a jacket." She left and returned shortly and began reviewing files on her computer to put them in useful order. She volunteered to stay late to set up his files. Around 6:30 he walked out of his office to tell her it was time to call it a day but was met with quite an eyeful. She was bent over at the waist tucking files into the lower drawer of the file cabinet. She'd shorn her jacket so her blouse had fallen away from her chest putting her 34C's on full display. She was unaware that he was standing in front of her until he cleared his throat. Startled she dropped the files she was putting away and stood quickly as she clutched her blouse shut. 

"Sorry I startled you!" Tim offered. Blushing slightly she replied "And I'm sorry to be exposing myself! I should have kept my jacket on but it got hot in here." Her eyes flickered downward from his face and focused on the tent that was beginning to emerge from his groin. She gave it and him a knowing look and smiled slightly. "You came out to tell me something she asked?" 

"Yes" he replied with thoughts of her pale nipples fresh in mind. "I think its time we call it an end to your first day. You've been a great help." 

That was about the extent of anything close to a personal exchange between them save her questions about his personal preferences as she decorated his office, that and "the hug" as it came to be known between them. They'd worked feverishly to prepare a presentation to the board of directors which required some exceptionally long days. They'd finally finished about nine o'clock the night before the big meeting. He was standing with his back to the door looking out into the darkness when he heard her behind him yelling "Oh shit!" She'd caught her heel on the rug she ordered for his office and was tumbling head first to the floor. Tim spun and stepped towards her extending both hands. He caught her and broke her fall but had unintentionally grasped her breasts. Realizing where his hands were simultaneously they both laughed. She then quipped "I was coming in to give you a good luck hug but you embraced me instead!" They laughed out loud at her turn of phrase as he pulled her upright. Still smiling she rose on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good luck tomorrow, Boss! Knock 'em dead!" 

That had been the extent of their personal interaction during a whirlwind six months. He'd successfully shifted the arc of his young company which was on track to turn a profit a few months ahead of his already optimistic schedule. Bianca had proven her mettle, earned the respect of the team and had everything progressing smoothly. 

Then one evening Tim returned to his office from a long corporate meeting. Not expecting anyone to still be in the office, he'd entered his own office through his adjacent private conference room so he could use the restroom. He emerged and heard Bianca's voice - "I put the sonofabitch out last night and am filing for divorce tomorrow! There's no way I was going to have him in the house another day! Last Wednesday night when I found him in the hallway string into my daughter's room he claimed he'd heard a noise and was checking on her. Then last night I pretended to be asleep and waited until he slipped out of bed. I tiptoed down the hall and found him staring at her again with his pencil dick hard! The sonofabitch is a pervert!" 

Tim busied himself at his desk trying not to eavesdrop but heard the entire sordid story over the next few minutes. She soon hung up and he heard her sniffling at her desk. Unsure what to do having overheard her conversation with a friend, Tim stayed at his desk. Her sniffling subsided and she appeared in his door. 

"I didn't know you'd come back and didn't want you to hear that" she said "although I intended to tell you tomorrow when I asked for the day off." 

"I'm sorry I overheard your conversation and even sorrier to hear what you're going through. Is there anything I can do?" 

"Yes!" she said "Right now I need a hug!" 

Tim stood and walked around his desk and embraced her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his back, rested her head against his chest and began to sob uncontrollably. He embraced her tightly as she snuggled against him and whispered soothingly that everything would work out in the end and he'd do everything he could to help. As she relaxed her grip, he kissed her gently on the top of the head and again offered his support. 

Over the next days and weeks, Tim saw her stiffen with resolve as she worked through her life altering events. On days when she accomplished something meaningful he gave her a congratulatory hug. On days when she was down and depressed he was true to his word and helped. When she lamented that she didn't even have a credit card in her name and couldn't qualify for one, he gave her money to open a secured credit card to build her individual credit history. When she lamented that she was without funds to fly her son home from college for the holidays Tim gave her some of his frequent flyer miles. Her "thank you" hugs became longer and each was accompanied by a quick peck on his lips. In turn he began giving her soft pecks on her thin mouth with his full lips. Sometimes he gave her several in succession when she's achieved an especially significant milestone. 

One morning he was surprised by her early arrival. She rushed around his desk as he stood to greet her. The broad smile on her face broadcast that he was about to hear some more good news. To his surprise she didn't say a word. Instead she rushed up to him, threw her arms around him and gave him a prolonged peck on the lips that grew more intense with each passing second. Feeling her nipples against his chest and a slight movement of her hips caused Tim's thick cock to harden quickly. He was soon at full mast so he was certain she felt his hardness against her. 

Neither of them moved. Finally when his cock involuntarily twitched against her, he felt her nipples harden against his chest. She sighed deeply, stepped back and stammered "Where was I? Oh yes, I wanted to show you this!" She extended the envelope she held in her hand. "I just got approved for my first unsecured credit card thanks to you!" 

"That's great news!" he gushed as he embraced her lightly and gave her a very soft peck on the lips. "I have you to thank for showing me the way" she responded and gave him another peck. 

Tim slept fitfully that night alternately between scolding himself for not being able to control his hard cock and belittling himself for not taking the next, albeit risky, step. For the next couple of weeks he remained pleasant but avoided any potentially comprising interactions with her. For her part Bianca was bubbly and had begun bar hopping with girlfriends who were intent on helping her meet "Mr. Right". For the most part Tim was happy for her and encouraged her but frowned when she wore another pushup bra for a night out with the girls. Noticing his frown she offered "I know you don't like these" she gestured towards her chest. But the girls tell me I need to present my best attributes if I'm gonna catch a guy at fifty years old". 

"I think they're misguided" he said tersely "but what do I know?" 

The following Monday she walked into his office well before office hours. "The weekend was a bust! All I got was propositioned by drunks. But at least I got some good news too!" she said as she waved an envelope in the air. "I got approved by American Express so I guess I'm making real progress!" Before he could offer any praise she slipped into his arms and he bent to give her his usual congratulatory peck. As his lips touched hers he was surprised when her mouth opened inviting his tongue to probe hers. His pent up passion was unleashed. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and drew her tightly against him. His cock hardened against her and his strong black hands gripped her slender hips. Fully aroused he ravished her with his fingers sliding them to her collarbone before descending to her full chest. The kiss unbroken, his hands roamed down her torso then firmly cupped her pussy. 


Red White and Black Ch. 01



She looked up into his eyes seemingly stunned. She pushed hard against his chest, turned on her heel and abruptly walked away. 

Now he had real reason to be concerned. He'd crossed the line and knew he was beyond the point of no return. Had he in a moment of weakness just blown the career that he'd worked so hard to create? 

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, an involuntary reaction when he was deep in thought, and stared out the window. He saw her sitting on a bench in the courtyard beneath his second floor office appearing to be deep in thought. 

His angst increased as he contemplated the two possible outcomes. Neither was good. First she might return, harangue him for violating her person and resign. Second was the death knell sexual harassment charge. He fretted but knew he couldn't undo what he'd done. 

Ten minutes later she returned. He looked closely at her face trying to discern her state of mind - nothing. He was seated at his desk. She said nothing but walked briskly to his side and gave him an envelope that he hadn't noticed in her hand, turned on her heel and walked out. 

Only after he began opening it did it occur to him that it wasn't a business envelope that might contain a resignation letter or a threat to lodge a harassment complaint. Instead the size and shape of the envelope was that of a greeting card. He breathed a nervous sigh of relief when he read the words on the cover of the card ... 

"May I ask a SPECIAL favor?" 

He opened the card and first read the preprinted words inside ... 

"Please keep doing everything you do to make me smile and my life brighter!" 

He was greatly relieved and surprised to receive the card but it was the personal note that she'd written that stunned him most ... 

"You're black, you're my boss and my divorce is not yet final but I WANT YOU BADLY! Please say yes!" 

His hand trembled slightly as he read, then reread the words. He couldn't be sure whether the tremors were the result of his great relief or his pronounced excitement about the words she'd written and her stated desires. 

"Talk about a fast about-face!" He thought to himself. "One minute I fearing that she was about to allege that I'd committed a crime, the next I'm stunned that she's asserting a desire, a carnal need for me!" 

A few minutes later Bianca walked into his office, her arms loaded with mail and sat across from him. "I've been wanting to ask you for weeks now but didn't have the courage to say the words. I hope your earlier actions indicated "YES!" even though I hadn't yet asked the question. If so, my daughter has a babysitting job this evening if you want to stop by. May I expect you?" 

"I'll be there with bells on!" Tim replied. She stood, walked around his desk and said "Good! Here are the directions to my place." Then looking straight into his lap she continued "I hope you have something other than bells on when you get there!" She sighed, patted his cheek and walked to the door turning to blow him a kiss before opening it. 

A couple of hours later, his brow furrowed as he turned into her massive apartment complex. Before leaving the office he'd checked Google maps to make sure no other employees lived nearby but he was stunned by the sheer size of her complex. "How will I ever find her?" he fretted. As soon as he pulled into the parking space near the landmark she told him to watch for his mind eased. She was standing in the middle of the sidewalk to greet him. She wore the same crisp white blouse that she'd worn in the office but beneath it she now wore skinny jeans that were rolled up to mid-calf and she was barefoot. 

Tim was seeing her in a new light. The difference went beyond the clothing although the before/after was striking. Her crisp business suits had given way to jeans. The smoky appearance of hose that typically covered her slim legs had given way to uncovered porcelain that was almost delicate in appearance. Her feet were usually encased in leather heels in a variety of colors to complement the outfit she wore that day. Now he noticed just how tiny her slender feet were. As she began walking toward him he noticed that her tiny toenails were polished red to match her fingernails. 

He noticed a sway too in her slender hips that was not obvious before. Was this her natural gait or one designed to welcome him? He stepped out of the car and strode towards his assistant with considerable assets by day who would shortly transform into his lusty lover. 

She stopped as he neared her and turned to lead the way as both knew it wise to avoid any public display of affection. He followed her to her apartment and stepped inside. As soon as he did she wheeled and pushed him against the door, pulled his head forcefully down and planted an urgent kiss on his lips. As he cupped her slim ass and pulled her tight against him her tongue brushed against his lips and plunged into his mouth. Tim both felt and heard the hot breath from Bianca's flared nostrils. She pressed her hips hard against his groin and seemed unwilling or unable to break the kiss. 

"Whew! What a welcome!" Tim said as he broke the kiss, engulfed her tiny hands in his large mitts and led her to the sofa. Tim thought she might be at least partially sated by the fervent kiss but he was sorely mistaken. As he sat down she threw herself on a diagonal on top of him. Her tits pressed hard against his chest, her torso was draped across his thighs as her calves and tiny feet hung in midair above the floor. The kiss just seemed to inflame her passions. "She's hot as hell!" Tim thought as he pulled her up to straddle his lap. He cupped her full breasts completely with her permission for the first time and enjoyed kneading them slowly. He continued rubbing and squeezing them with one hand and drew her lips to his. She sighed and collapsed against him causing her damp pelvis to make contact with his now rigid cock. He broke the kiss and looked into her squinting molten eyes, continued massaging her tits and then began to slowly unbutton her blouse. 

Brushing his hands away she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons, shrugged the garment off her shoulders and flung it across the room. "I don't know if we have time!" she panted. Tim's hands again found her breasts and cupped them with his strong hands as his fingers loosened the clasp that nestled between them. He brushed the white cotton cloth aside and took in the awesome first look at her bare tits. They were sprinkled with freckles, her hard nubby nipples were a soft pink and bluish veins shown through her pale porcelain skin. The stark contrast of his ebony hands against her ivory orbs caused his cock to twitch against her mons. Tim alternately sucked one nipple followed by the other before opening his mouth and taking as much of her in as he could. She shrugged her bra off her shoulders and flung it across the room opposite from where her just discarded blouse lay. 

"Rub my back!" Bianca hissed, jumped up from his lap and quickly padded toward her bedroom. She lifted the duvet from the foot of the bed and flung herself face down on the sheets. Tim began to gently massage the base of her neck, rubbed her shoulders and began moving his hands in opposite directions across her upper back until his fingertips grazed her tits that were flattened against the bed. He'd made just a couple of passes when she suddenly rolled over. 

"I want you in me!" she pleaded. Then in a single motion she unsnapped her jeans, inserted her thumbs into the waistband and shrugged them down her legs and onto the floor. Tim hurriedly began to undress as her anxious eyes took in his every movement. His eyes were drawn to the bright red thatch of obviously wet pubic hair and the engorged pink clit that had already emerged from its hood. "She's a natural redhead!" he thought to himself as he tossed his clothes aside "and she's gushing wet!" 

Her eyes widened and she gasped as she first glimpsed the length and girth of the throbbing black manhood she'd just demanded. Recognizing a slight tremor of fear Tim slid his mahogany hands beneath her snow-white hips and drew her to him so her slim ass rested on the corner of the bed. Although she was visibly wet, he knelt to urge more of her nectar to come forth with his tongue. He slipped first one then a second thick finger into her pussy and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. 

"No more damned foreplay!" she hissed "FUCK ME NOW!" 

Slightly irritated that his attempt to prepare her and limit discomfort and pain, Tim slid her legs into the crooks of his arms and pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could control how much of his meat entered her. Increasingly impatient, she reached beneath her legs and gripped his cock. Pulling him forward and guiding the object of her desire to her opening she again demanded "Put it in me! I want all of it right now!" 

As the purple mushroom head of his massive tool invaded her folds, her eyes bugged and she gasped "Oh mercy!" Undeterred Tim pushed forward until about half of his tool was enveloped in her folds. She groaned, leveraged herself with her legs against his arms and pulled him further into her. He watched her eyes closely for any signs of pain. Instead her saw her eyelids begin to flutter wildly and her stretched pussy begin to pulsate. Tiny ripples gave way to rhythmic throbbing. She gripped his massive forearms with her diminutive hands and arched her back emitting an animal-like wail. 

"Oooooooooooooooooo... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... HHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 

I'm cummming! DO ME! FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!" 

Tim felt her warm secretions coating his nut sack and decided she was wet enough to take his cock completely. He felt the slight resistance of her uterus so he backed off slightly before beginning to powerfully plunge into her still tight folds. "Damn she's tight and hotter than anyone I've ever felt!" Tim thought to himself only to be interrupted by her ear splitting yell. "OH HELL YEAH!" FUCK ME LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW! ... AHHHHH I'M CUMMIN AGAIN!" 

Feeling the telltale signs of his own impending climax Tim gripped her ass and lifted her hips off the bed as he began to hammer her. 

"Give it to me!" she hissed "I want to feel your cum flooding me!" 

"Here baby! Take it all! I gonna fill you ..." Tim groaned but could not finished as his cock expanded and erupted. His hot thick cum spurted deep inside her which set off another rippling bout of her loins before she seemed to collapse and went totally limp. 

Tim became concerned that she hadn't moved after a couple of minutes. He could tell that she was breathing but she showed no signs of consciousness. His cock was still embedded deep inside of her and twitched slightly as it became hard again. In response, her eyes fluttered open in seeming surprise. 

"You're getting hard again already? How can that be possible after you came so much?" 

"Cause you turn me on sweetheart!" he replied. She smiled almost sleepily and rolled her head to the side. 

"Oh shit!" she screamed as her eyes flew wide open "My daughter will be here in five minutes!" 

Pushing him off her, she leapt up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. Unsure of what she was doing, Tim heard water running. She returned quickly carrying two soapy wash cloths. "Here use this to clean up you don't have time for a shower!" she said handing him one cloth. She dipped the other between her legs to partially remove the evidence of their lovemaking. She glanced at the corner of the bed where they'd lain and gasped at the huge wet spot. "Oh boy did we ever make a mess!" she said as she pulled the duvet down to cover the wet evidence of their tryst. 

Tim wiped himself quickly and dressed in record time eager to leave but not wanting to be in disarray in case she had neighbors with prying eyes. Bianca didn't dress as she rushed him towards the door retrieving her bra and blouse as she went. 

At the door she pulled herself against him and whispered "Thanks for giving me the much needed relief I've wanted from you for the last few weeks!" She rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. He traced his fingertips over her still heaving chest, around her waist and onto her soapy pubes. 

"Believe me when I say the pleasure was mine!" 

He slipped out of the door, walked briskly to his car and drove away. 

He was still reflecting on the passionate interlude they'd shared as he sat at his desk the next morning. He was surprised to see Bianca arrive at least a half hour before her scheduled start time. 

She walked into his office, closed and locked the door behind her and walked behind his desk. She bent and kissed him softly then said "We almost got caught last night! My daughter arrived less than five minutes after you left. I was still in the shower when she got there and asked why I was bathing. I told her that I'd been working out!" 

Tim winked and they shared a laugh. "We can always go to my place he offered. There's no fear of being interrupted there." 

"That sounds tempting but I prefer being at my place when she gets home so there's no funny business with my ex. And by the way, she has a longer babysitting job tonight AND a sleepover tomorrow night! Interested? I'm sore but satisfied and excited about spending more time with you." 

"Indeed I am!" he replied as she swayed towards the door. Turning back to him she said "Great! It's a date!" 

"A date indeed!" he thought to himself "This is the beginning of something yet to be defined!" 

Moments later Bianca reappeared at his door. She stuck her head inside and in a half whisper said "I forgot to ask something else if its OK with you?" 

"What's that?" he asked 

"Could we avoid kissing or touching today? I want to let the tensions build all day so we can enjoy another unbelievable release!" 

"Deal!" he said "That will also make sure no one suspects anything," 

She smiled, nodded in agreement and said "Let's have a productive day and a pleasure filled evening!"



Red White and Black Ch. 02



Please be sure to read Chapter 1 before reading this chapter to enjoy the flow of this unwinding story.

*****

After their frenzied session the night before, Bianca requested a 'hands off, no kissing day in the office' to let the tension build until they again shared her bed following work. The no touch/no kiss agreement was prudent but, for both of them it proved to be a test of their patience. It also gave Tim and Bianca the opportunity to observe each other closely. It was Tim's turn to make the first observation when she came back into his office to give him the materials for his staff meeting. She'd removed her suit jacket as she worked so he was able to see the long sleeved silky blouse she wore that day. It fitted her slender torso perfectly and its off white color with light rose colored buttons complemented the slight blush she had applied to her cheeks. But something else caught and held Tim's attention - her nipples were hard and prominently showing through the soft material.

After a few moments of taking in this most appealing display (and feeling his cock twitch in response) he said "Maybe you should put your jacket back on." She replied "Why?" and then saw his eyes focused on her chest. "Oh my!" she exclaimed as she looked down. "I guess the tension is already welling up both inside and outside of me!"

Tim replied "Believe me I know what you're saying!" and smiled while glancing down into his lap. "If I stood up right now some of my own tension would be on full display too!" Understanding his predicament Bianca sighed deeply which caused her blouse to stretch even more tightly against her aroused tits. "Staying focused on work is going to be a real challenge! I'll just keep myself busy by working harder."

When his direct reports were assembling, Bianca flitted back and forth placing meeting packets at each chair and making sure coffee and pastries had arrived. Although she'd put her jacket back on, her higher energy level was noticed by Tim's staff.

His CIO quipped "Wonder what's gotten into Bianca - she seems perkier than usual today." Vivian, the HR VP, quipped "Maybe the question is WHO has gotten into her. I hope the poor thing is getting laid! She shared her sordid divorce story with me a couple of weeks ago when she changed the beneficiary on her insurance policy. I saw her getting picked up for lunch a couple of times last week by the same handsome guy!"

"You jealous?" another team member retorted.

Tim chuckled because his cover was secure, chided the team for their politically incorrect comments and refocused the discussion on the issues at hand. Within an hour they'd covered all the items on Tim's agenda and spent a few minutes discussing the likely responses they'd receive from Tim's presentation to the board of directors the previous week. There was general agreement that they'd made a strong case for the additional funds that Tim had requested. One team member offered "Since today is Thursday, we'll probably hear that the board approved our request early next week." But another team member, Greg the CFO, cautioned "Let's not get ahead of ourselves! Old man Henderson was grumpy throughout the meeting. Remember that we're competing with his son's group and there's just so much money to spread around." 

"Let's just wait to hear the final decision!" Tim admonished. He then adjourned the meeting. 

After his team had dispersed Tim walked to Bianca's desk to drop off his meeting notes so she could transcribe them. She was seated and, caught off guard by his appearance, swung her chair in his direction. Her skirt had ridden well up her legs so he had an appealing view of the thighs he'd nestle between in a few hours. Bianca bent forward and reached beneath her desk to retrieve her shoes which she'd kicked off while working. As she lifted one leg to slip on one of her pumps Tim noticed a couple of things. First he saw that she'd repainted her toenails since last night. The bright red he'd seen on her slender toes the evening before had been replaced by a golden iridescent hue. But what really drew his attention was the contrast that was evident when she lifted her leg. Her pale upper thigh was in stark contrast to the dark elastic top of her hose - thigh high hose - that caused a stirring in Tim's loins.

"A preview of things to come?" he asked as her stared at her slender thighs. Catching his drift and her eyes drawn to his gaze Bianca replied "Maybe more a promise than a preview!" She slipped on her shoe and then very slowly pulled the hem of her skirt back down to her knees. It was Tim's turn to take a deep breath as he returned to his office to knock out some work. About a half hour later, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see Bianca standing in the doorway. She was staring at him in a trance-like state. A slight tremble on one side of her lips and her fingers tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear conveyed the smoldering emotions she desperately tried to mask. 

"You looked like you were deep in thought so I didn't want to interrupt." Stepping forward she walked behind his desk. "Here's the finished version of your meeting notes." she said as she extended her hand. Tim reached for the papers and accidently brushed her hand with his. They both reacted as if a bolt of static electricity had shot through them. He reacted with a slight chuckle but her rejoinder was more serious. "Damn! Just touching your hand almost gave me an orgasm. I guess it serves me right for not letting you know how I felt earlier!"

"If it will make you feel any better" he offered "I felt the same way when I saw what you're wearing beneath your skirt!"

"Oh you'll see plenty of those!" she replied. "I wear thigh highs almost every day!"

"Hmmmm" he said. "That will give me something else to day dream about."

"And hopefully look forward to!" she said as she strode towards the door. "I'm going to lunch and hope you remembered that I have an appointment with my attorney after that. I should be back by 3:00."

She hesitated when she reached the door then quickly closed and locked it. "You didn't get the full effect a few minutes ago." she said in an almost whisper. "Here's a little something to keep you going!" 

With that comment she lifted the hem of her skirt slowly. Her knees came into view followed, inch by inch, by her silken covered toned thighs. She paused then continued her exotic show until the elastic top of her hose was exposed to his view. Tim felt his cock twitch. As she reached the top of her hose showing him the awesome contrast of pale white skin and dark smoky silk Tim's cock was at full mast. Seeing the lustful expression on his face she paused yet again then hiked her skirt over her slim hips. She was wearing tiny navy blue bikini panties that were so small that he saw tiny wisps of her red pubic hair at the edge of the silky fabric.

"Hope that will hold you until this evening!" she said as she tugged her skirt down, smoothed it and left his office.

"I'm looking forward to spending some unhurried time between those legs!" Tim mused. "Last night was nice but I don't like quickies!"

He sighed deeply, glanced at his watch and thought "Just a few more hours!" and settled back into some work. About a half hour later his phone rang. It was his boss's secretary asking him to wait on the line. 

"Sorry for the late notice." his boss said. "I just got word that Henderson is demanding an all-day presentation from you before he'll sign off on your budget request."

"That's fine." Tim said. "It's not a total surprise I guess."

"The fact that he wants a detailed presentation isn't a surprise but he wants it TOMORROW!" Tim's boss lamented. "He and several members of the finance committee are flying in first thing in the morning! He paused, then asked "Can you be ready?"

Tim was pissed! "Henderson knows what he's asking for will require a week's work so he probably expects me to beg off to give him an excuse to turn down my request. You damned right I'll be ready!"

"SHIT!" he exclaimed as he slammed down the receiver. "THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY TO RALLY THE TROOPS ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE! HAVING EVERYBODY RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES WILL END UP IN A CLUSTER FUCK!"

He slumped back into his chair to consider what would be needed, the amount of backup materials and how much time he'd need to do it all himself. "I can do it but it's going to be an all-nighter!" he thought. "But I've done them before!" Suddenly he recalled the planned evening with Bianca.

"SHIT AGAIN!" he said as he banged his fist on his desktop. He was about to close up his office and leave for the 'decompression routine' that he used whenever he was furious. He'd go to the gym, skip rope and pound the heavy bag until he'd relieved his frustration. That usually took him a couple of hours but hitting the gym would also preclude his visiting Bianca. After thinking about it he reasoned "Seeing her and screwing her is not going to be all that frequent due to her daughter's irregular schedule." He slapped the palms of his hands on the desktop. "I can either pound the heavy bag or I can pound her - POUNDING HER IT IS!"

When Bianca returned she seemed upbeat when she came into his office but immediately sensed his foul mood. "What's wrong? Did I forget to do something before I left?"

"No." Tim replied. The he shared the command performance request and his plan to pull and all-nighter to get ready. "Are you pulling the team together? And do you need me here?"

"No to both!" Tim replied a bit tersely.

Taken aback by his tone Bianca asked meekly "I guess that means you won't be stopping by my place?"

"No! The timing might not be the best but I'll be there!" he insisted. "Meanwhile, someone's gonna pay for this last minute meeting BS!"

Bianca winced slightly fearing that the "somebody" he referenced might just be her. "I can come in early tomorrow if that will help." she offered. 

"Not necessary!" Tim retorted in a sharp tone. "Come in at 8:00 o'clock as usual. The most I'll need will be some copying but the meeting doesn't start until 9:00."

He set about the unenviable task of preparing for the unknown. He knew that Henderson's background was in finance so he first paid particular attention to the numbers. Then he recalled that Henderson's son was allegedly a marketing genius. Instead of walking out to Bianca's desk to ask for the advertising file, he bellowed "Bring me marketing file!" Bianca winced at his uncharacteristic outburst and timidly brought the file he'd demanded. His tone of voice reflected his stressed frame of mind. After two more similar outbursts she was genuinely concerned. Was he angry at her? The situation? Was he worried that his request would be turned down? If it was, she knew that all of their jobs might be in jeopardy.

By the time 5:00 o'clock finally rolled around Bianca was anxious - to escape from his increasingly hostile demeanor and fretting about his visit. Would he come at all and, if so, would his attitude be even worse? Hesitantly she approached his door. "I'm about to leave, is there anything else you need before I go?"

"Not that I can think of right now!" was his clipped response.

"Maybe I'd better leave the keys to my desk so you can get the file cabinet keys in case you need anything else."

"I shouldn't but that might be a good idea just in case."

Taking the key off her key ring Bianca said "Here you go and ... I hope to see you later."

"You will!" he said gruffly and seemed not to notice her reaction as his fingertips brushed the palm of her extended hand. She whimpered involuntarily and felt a searing jolt that caused her loins to dampen. His own abdomen was tightening as he contemplated tomorrow's meeting. His jaw clenched and his masseter muscles rippling, he returned his attention to the task at hand. Bianca slinked away.

Tim began sorting and resorting the growing stacks on his desk organizing his head for his plan of attack. Twice he had to go into Bianca's desk to retrieve the file cabinet keys. On his second visit he noticed something that was odd - a well-worn book with the word 'Journal' in fading gold letters in her top right drawer. Without giving it much thought he mused about why would she keep her journal at work. He returned to his office, sorted the piles one last time and began pacing back and forth as his agitation with his predicament grew. He was like a caged animal with his hands thrust into his pockets as he walked back and forth.

"I'm losing focus!" he said aloud. "I've got to get out of here!" He grabbed his suit jacket and keys, doused the lights and headed for his car. As he neared her place he called from his voice activated car phone. "I'm about five minutes away." Sounding surprised and relieved she replied "Oh good, I'll be on the lookout for you!"

He emerged from his car walking briskly on balls of feet like a boxer entering the ring. 

As he neared her apartment he saw her standing on her deck to make sure he didn't go to the wrong one. He only had a partial view of her due to the height of the deck wall. She was wearing a white wraparound blouse. When she saw him she darted inside to open the door. As he entered she spread her arms in welcome. He closed the door but said nothing as he took in her outfit. The blouse was indeed a wraparound that was tied so her midriff was on display. Her defined abs caught his attention along with the wisps of red hair that trailed down from her navel. "You like?" she asked. Then she twirled so he could take in the entire outfit. She was wearing gold toned yoga pants with metallic flecks that glittered as she moved. They were so tight that they appeared to have been painted on her. They left nothing to the imagination as his eyes gazed between her legs where her camel toe was on prominent display. His eyes moved lower and took in the thin metallic gold straps of her roman sandals that were wrapped around her slender calves. A wider band of gold arced across her instep with a thinner leather ribbon between her iridescent painted toes.

"Nice!" he finally responded.

"I'd hoped you like the outfit!" she gushed. "I thought it would be a good way to end our no kissing/no touching day!" She drew closer, rose on her toes and kissed him with her tongue flickering against his full lips. He pulled her close with more force than she anticipated and wrapped his strong arms around her tightly. His tongue plunged into her mouth even faster than she could voluntarily open her mouth. For what seemed like an eternity his tongue twirled and darted in and out of her now panting mouth. He stopped abruptly and held her at arm's length to drink in the total package before him. Her nipples were hard and pressing against her blouse broadcasting that she wore no bra just as her skin tight pants advertised her lack of panties.

He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair quickly followed by his silk tie. She quickly began unbuttoning his shirt but he pushed her hands aside to finish himself. She turned her attention to his shoes, belt and slacks freeing him from their encumbrance. She paused with her thumbs in the waistband of his light gray silk briefs and rubbed her cheek against his manhood. She pulled downward and planted soft kisses from the base of his thick cock to its purplish mushroom head.

While still bent over she loosened the calf straps of one of her sandals and kicked it aside. As she did so her blouse fell away from her chests giving Tim a full view of her pale orbs. The sight of them set Tim off. He first filled his ebony hands with her ivory tit flesh. Then, as if the coiled spring of his emotions was suddenly released, he spun her around so her back was to the wall. He began forcefully pushing her blouse off her shoulders. "Wait let me untie it!" she protested. But Tim was having none of it. He pushed it completely off her arms and left it dangling around her waist. She slipped her hands between them in an attempt to loosen the knot in her blouse to no avail. Tim brushed her tiny hands aside with his strong digits and hooked them into the elastic waistband of her pants. With a powerful tug he pulled them over her hips, down her thighs to her calves. He was only able to pull one leg completely over her feet because she still wore a sandal on the other. This was a nonissue for Tim because he had the access he needed. He pinned her to the wall and lifted her into the air by her armpits. 

Her eyes wide, she locked her fingers behind his neck in as much self-defense as passion. Not to be denied his goal he held her in midair with his powerful black left hand and guided his cock towards her now dripping pussy with his right. Her feeble attempt to protest -"Wait can't we ..." was quickly replaced by a "OH SHIT!" as she felt him ram his cock deep inside her in one fell swoop. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and began powerfully pounding her pussy. With her back banging into the wall as he plunged into her all thoughts of protest were washed away by the ripples of orgasm that enveloped her. A bolt of lightning ripped through her loins followed quickly a bright flash of white light that started at the top of her head and ripped to her toes before rebounding back into her pelvis! "Oh Damn! Oh damn!" was all she could muster as he continued pounding her.

The wall shook from the force of his thrusts. Pictures were turned askew as he fucked her for all he was worth. Bianca could only gasp and moan as the walls reverberated from his increasingly urgent lunges. He began to breathe heavily as his pace quickened first from a thump ... thump ...thump to a hammering thump..thump..thump followed by THUMP/THUMP/THUMP until finally he made one final deep lunge and froze. Her senses of feel and hearing signaled his eruption. She felt several warm rapid spurts of his spend invade her loins as she heard his deep sustained bellow as he gripped her ass tightly.

He stopped moving, his breath now raspy but kept her pinned in midair against the wall. She could only murmur "Oh Baby! Oh Baby!" Finally he took a step backwards still cradling her in hands. Their perspiration covered chests clung together and heaved as he turned, still impaling her, and walked towards the bedroom. Holding her aloft in one hand as they reached the bed, he stooped and pulled back the covers before laying her gently on the sheets and slowly withdrawing his cock.

"WOW! That was intense!" she said. Breathlessly she lay back with her arms extended above her head. "I head visions of finally making love to you in my bed but instead you fucked me inside the living room door! Not that I'm complaining mind you!" she smiled weakly. She arched her back, pulled her twisted blouse around and began to untie it. After pulling it from beneath her she tossed it aside and lifted her leg to untie her remaining sandal and slid it and her pants off.

As he lay down beside her he said "It's your fault for teasing me all day and then looking so good when I arrived."

"I knew that you wouldn't be able to stay long so I wanted to welcome you. Do you want to shower before you go back to the office?"

"Yeah I'll shower - WHEN I'm ready to leave. AFTER you have relieved my tension. Now come here!" He turned her feet toward the foot of the bed and straddled her. She started to say "You can't be rea..." but her voice trailed off as she saw his quickly hardening cock coming to full attention. "Oh my!" was all she could utter before she felt the full weight of his 200 lb. frame pinning her against the mattress. He lifted his hips slightly to position the thick mushroom head of his cock at her opening and pushed downward until he was again enveloped by her warm, wet folds.

His hips began corkscrewing against hers as she marveled at his stamina. She loved/hated the thought that he was using her, almost savagely, as his outlet! She loved the thought that she was pinned beneath his massive body with his thick, hard black cock deep within her. She hated the thought that any day could be the last time he'd want her. After all, she'd seen some of the black women he'd dated and she couldn't hold a candle to them.




Red White and Black Ch. 02



Her ability to think soon abandoned her as his lips covered hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth in tempo with his hips that were humping her like there was no tomorrow. His dark hands slipped beneath her pale hips and lifted her up each time his hips slammed into hers. She bent her knees so the soles of her feet pressed against the mattress in a vain attempt to push upward and meet his thrusts. When he sensed her movement he cradled her legs behind her knees in the crooks of his arms and lifted. Bending her almost double she became an ivory pretzel that he was determined have as his and his alone!

"Oh you sweet sonofabitch! You're determined to take me anyway you want aren'tcha?" 

"You damned right! This is MY PUSSY and I'll have it WHENEVER I want and HOWEVER I want to take it and FOR AS LONG as I want it! Do you understand me?"

"As long as that big black cock is MINE! And ..."

He silenced her with his tongue and plowed deeper into her. Her tiny white feet were brushing his ears as he felt the telltale tingle in his loins. They erupted simultaneously filling the air with epithets of lust. He slowly lowered her legs and lifted himself onto his elbows to avoid crushing her further. He looked down into her inquisitive eyes as a smile gently curled her lips.

"Relaxed now Honey?"

"Almost!" he replied.

"ALMOST???????" If you're not relaxed yet ...!"

"What's the matter? Afraid you can't relax me?"

"I don't know. If I were black maybe I'd know how to please and relax you better."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked as he rolled off of her.

Somewhat sheepishly she responded "I'm afraid that I can't compare with the women I've seen that you've dated - black, successful and built like Beyonce!"

"Am I in bed with any of them now? Will I be in any bed other than yours tomorrow?"

"Well ... NO! to the first question." she replied. "And, I hope not to the second!"

"Then get those thoughts out of your mind and remember that I'm in your bed because I want to be."

Sounding relieved she said "GREAT! I want you here too! And before you have to shower and leave there's something I want."

"What's that?" he asked.

Her eyes gleaming with devilment, she didn't answer. Instead, she rose to her knees crawled to his side and grabbed his cock. "I want to taste you!"

For the next ten minutes she kissed, sucked and stroked his cock until he filled her mouth with the hot thick cream she craved.

After lying still for ten minutes and almost nodding off he said, "Let's take a shower!"

"I'll wash your back!" she said.

"And I'll wash yours so you can get dressed again after we finish."

"I planned to stay naked and go to sleep."

"I want to take a picture of you in the sexy outfit you had on. I'll use it for inspiration to keep me going later tonight."

"OK! I know you're going to have a long night and a tough day tomorrow."

They showered quickly and she seemed especially radiant as he snapped a couple of pictures of her with his Blackberry.

When he'd finished she walked him to the door and chuckled as she retrieved her sandal and straightened the pictures on the wall. He was about to leave when he remembered to give her the keys to her desk. "Here!" he said. "I almost forgot these. I used them a couple of times and I noticed your journal. I didn't touch it but thought that was an odd place for it."

"It might have been some interesting reading for you!" she said with her eyes twinkling. "I didn't want to keep it here until Augie has moved all of his stuff out."

He shrugged his shoulders.

She rose on her toes, kissed him warmly and said "Give 'em hell lover!"

He returned to the office and threw himself into his preparation. After a few hours he had his presentation ready. He then spent the next few hours poring carefully over each single page of his backup materials. As the sun began to rise, he bolted home showered and changed clothes. 

It was going to be an all or nothing day.



Red White and Black Ch. 03



Tim returned to the office after his quick trip home to shower and change before resuming his careful review of his backup materials. Bianca arrived shortly before 8:00. She was dressed in the same dark gray suit with smoky gray hose she wore on her first day of work sans the push up bra. She used the high speed copier to copy and assemble the massive amount of material Tim had prepared -- three 3" binders for each of the attendees. She rushed into his office after placing the binders at the seats of each guest. "We're one set short!" she exclaimed. "Everyone has a copy but you!"

"Not to worry" Tim said. "It's my material so I should know it all by heart. That's what I worked on over half the night."

When the entourage arrived, Tim's boss quickly pulled him aside. "Are you ready?" he whispered. "Henderson really has a hard on for you!"

"I'm ready!" Tim assured him.

"Really ready or as ready as time permitted?"

"I'm REALLY ready!" Tim proclaimed.

"Okay then take no prisoners champ!" his boss encouraged.

Tim started the meeting at the appointed time, quickly dispensed with the niceties and began his lengthy presentation. Most of the members had a few questions which Tim handled deftly. Only Henderson had no questions. After a couple of hours they took a bathroom break. Tim remained at the head of the table poring over his PowerPoint slides. Bianca was worried because of the expression on Tim's face whenever she went into the conference room. He seemed intense and hyper-focused.

It wasn't until noon that the sullen Henderson said his first words. Pulling a sheaf of paper from his briefcase he said "That was a nice presentation son but there were a lot of things that you didn't cover. Here's the list of questions that I need clear answers to before you'll get my vote."

Tim glanced through the pages and recognized that many of the questions were probably written by Henderson's son -- his archrival. Tim's boss objected to the sneak attack. "It would have been better, or fair, to have provided your questions in advance, especially given the short notice!"

"That's OK!" Tim assured the group. "After lunch we'll address each one of these IN DETAIL! I've had lunch catered by your favorite restaurant Mr. Henderson complete with your favorites. It's ready in the dining room. "

Tim's boss smiled a knowing smile -- his guy was indeed ready.

He seemed to be slightly more relaxed to Bianca when they broke for lunch. "How's it going? she asked.

"The easy part is done. After lunch we're going to plow through the backup material."

"Are you sure you don't need a copy?"

"Nope! Just make copies of these questions for each of the visitors and we're good to go. "And" he said handing her a thumb drive, "email the document on here to Corporate Legal." He then joined the others for lunch.

"I'm surprised you're joining us!" Henderson huffed. "Don't you need some time to get answers to my questions?"

"No sir, I'm ready to address them after lunch."

He smiled slightly at the approving nod from his boss.

When they reconvened Tim resumed his post at the head of the table. "Gentlemen I suggest we get started on Mr. Henderson's list of questions now. We can take a break at 3:00 and then, hopefully, finish in time for you to arrive back home at a reasonable hour. If that's OK?"

A few heads nodded and Tim began. "With respect to Question #1, please open Book 2 and turn to Page 63. Rather than my reading that page and the two following aloud, I'll let you review the notes."

After allowing about ten minutes for each attendee to look up from the books, Tim asked "Is further elaboration needed for Question #1 or has it been sufficiently addressed?"

Only Henderson had any comment. "It says here that your breakeven point is only three years out but is dependent on getting the $100 million Anderson contract. We can't run a company on wild speculation like that!" A couple of heads around the table nodded in agreement.

"I agree wholeheartedly!" Tim offered. "We received the contract which has been sent to Corporate Legal for review and approval." He then turned to his boss and whispered "Sorry I didn't give you a heads up but it arrived while your flight was in the air. I emailed you a copy." Tim's boss tried vainly to mask his glee.

And so went the afternoon with Henderson thrusting and Tim parrying each and every attempt by citing from memory numerous pages from the thick binders. Only his boss was aware of his almost photographic memory. For the questions that Tim was sure were "traps" written by Henderson's son he gave especially detailed responses and cited not only the written material but also gave synopses of his own successful experience in each area.

By 5:00 Tim had covered each question in detail and was asked to leave the room for the visiting executives to confer. He took the opportunity to chat with his team and Bianca who were all on pins and needles. "Go on home folks." Tim said. "They're locked away making their decision now which I suspect will take a while. I'll call each of you whenever they give me their verdict." The team left with the exception of Bianca. "Win, lose or draw boss -- I know you gave it your best shot! Can you give me at least a half hour's notice before you head in my direction?"

"Thanks and will do! I appreciate your help!"

By 6:00 the votes had been taken and the die was cast. Tim received the news from his boss and he walked to the elevator to bid a gentlemanly goodbye to the board members, including his nemesis Henderson. He then began the chore of calling each of his direct reports. He called Bianca first and then chatted briefly with each team member. They took the news well.

He pulled into Bianca's parking lot a little after dark. He'd been there twice now and, confident that he could locate her place, didn't call with his usual "five minutes" notice. He knocked softly and waited a moment. When she didn't answer the door he knocked a bit more firmly. She quickly opened the door and let him in. "I heard you knock the first time but I wanted to light the candles before I answered." The entire place, the living room, the kitchen and (he suspected the bedroom) was aglow in soft flickering candlelight. He took her into his arms and kissed her softly and then noticed that she was still dressed in her smart gray suit, matching hose and even her heels.

"I guess I didn't give you enough time to change?" he asked.

"Oh no, you gave me plenty of time. I needed to make a couple of quick stops after you called and didn't intend to change. I thought our dinner should be a proper one." With that last comment she gestured to her dining room table. It was set formally with wine glasses, cloth napkins and her best silverware.

"WOW! he exclaimed. "You went all out! I appreciate it but you didn't have to go to all this trouble."

"It was no trouble but, instead, a labor of love after the last two days you've gone through. Now tell me are we celebrating or commiserating over dinner."

"Oh we're celebrating gorgeous! We got everything we asked for and then some!"

"Ohhh that's wonderful!" she said as she slid into his arms and planted an emotional tongue swirling, cock stirring kiss on him. "I bought champagne I really couldn't afford but thanks to you it's now free!"

"I'm confused." Tim shared.

"Well, good bad or indifferent I wanted to enjoy a special evening with you. Some of your direct reports were fearful that you'd fail so I bet them $250 that you'd succeed ... and I was right!" She practically skipped into the kitchen and returned with a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. "Pop the cork and I'll get us some glasses!"

She returned with the two glasses dangling between her carefully manicured fingers. He took the glasses, filled them and handed one to her. "To the successful end of a trying week!" he said as they clinked glasses. "And cheers to the man that has been my rock solid supporter and ..." she paused, then continued "... My rock hard lover!" She smiled, winked and drew close for a long slow kiss.

They sat on the sofa chatting with him on one end and her on the other. She kicked off her shoes, lifted one leg much higher than necessary which caused her skirt to ride well up her thigh before crossing her legs. Tim responded by lifting his glass in her direction. "Thank you for the toast and here's to the best legs a man could ever dream to lie between."

"I know you're just saying that because I've seen some of superb black legs you've probably nestled between but I still get a flutter in my stomach just knowing I've had you between mine!"

"You don't give yourself enough credit." he said taking the last sip from his glass. "Refill?" he asked.

"Yes but let's have it at the table. I don't want dinner to get cold. Here take my glass and I'll serve our plates."

He filled the glasses, strode to the table and saw something unusual in the place settings -- her journal was lying on the table. As she approached the table with their heaping plates, he pointed to her journal and asked "Appetizer?"

"Oh heavens no! Maybe dessert. I've marked the pages I want you to read but we'd never have dinner if you read them before we eat!"

"Hmmmm ... sounds intriguing!" Tim said as he moved behind her and helped with her seat.

"You're the intriguing one! I can't remember when a man held my chair for me!"

Tim bent over the back of her chair brushed her neck with his lips and whispered in her ear "And I can't remember when a woman went so far out of her way to please me."

"You and your voice are doing it to me again. Let's eat before I ravish you!" she said. She sighed a deep long sigh. I ordered your favorites from the Thai restaurant that you always rave about."

"Thank you for doing that. You're so considerate!"

As they ate she continuously extended a stocking clad foot and rubbed it gently up and down his leg.

When they finished Tim stood and began to clear the table. When she tried to rise to help him, he pushed her back into her seat, let his tongue caress her ear lobe and whispered "No, let me do it you need to save your energy for later."

"That's probably true! You sap all my energy but it's a wondrous state of exhaustion!"

Tim refilled their glasses and said "Shall we have our 'Journal dessert' now?" He pulled his chair next to hers. She opened the book to the first sticky note and pushed the book in his direction. "Read this section first."

"I've got an even better idea!" he said. "Why don't you read it to me?"

She first started to shake her head but then stopped "I guess that would be OK since they are my words and my honest feelings. I hope this is not too embarrassing."

He patted her hand softly, nuzzled her neck again and rested his hand in her lap.

She began to read slowly:

Today I had a job interview like no other. Tim the guy who interviewed me, who would also be my boss was the epitome of 'Tall, Dark and Handsome' -- a real attractive black guy. I was struck by him when I first laid eyes on his broad shoulders. And when he spoke, oh my! what a voice -- deep, rich and melodious -- I was captivated. I tried my best to stay focused and answer his questions and I guess I did mostly OK. However, after hearing that radio voice of his for nearly an hour and then hearing him say he wanted a contributing member of his team and not a lackey, I almost lost it! I've waited such a long time for someone to value me and the richness of his voice and his sincerity nearly brought me to tears. I could hardly breathe, my nipples got hard and my panties got wet. He reached out to console me but I couldn't let him touch me for fear of having an orgasm right then and there. I somehow composed myself and made it to the parking lot where my husband was waiting for me. I am a married woman and Tim turned me on like no one ever has! I mentally scolded myself for my shameful feelings all the way home. But my panties spoke the truth when I hurried into the bedroom to change them. They were so wet that it looked like I peed myself! What will I ever do if he offers me the job?

Trembling slightly, she finished the passage and looked at Tim for a reaction. "So now you know what happened that day. Did you sense anything?"

"I'd be lying if I said no" he replied. I noticed that your nipples had become hard and were winking at me." He lightly caressed her thighs which moved the hem of her skirt higher on her legs.

"If you had touched me right then I would have stripped off my clothes and begged you to fuck me right on your table. Job or not, husband or not I wanted you in the worst way! I reconciled myself to the fact that I wouldn't get the job and managed to remain a faithful wife. I still get wet every time I read this. WHEW!"

"What's the next section?" he asked and pulled her over onto his lap.

"This one." she replied while turning the page.

I got the offer and was excited to accept it so today was my first day of work. Seeing how well my new boss dresses I thought I'd better put my best foot forward. I wore my gray suit that fits nicely. Underneath I wore tiny gray panties, my favorite thigh highs and that awful pushup bra that Augie always insisted I wear to meetings with his potential clients. I was concerned that Tim might think a hem a few inches above the knee was too short so I asked him...

Tim distracted her from her reading by sliding his hand beneath her skirt and slowly caressing her inner thigh with his fingertips. "Are you wearing those thigh highs now?" He asked. She squirmed in his lap and before she could utter a word he had his answer as his fingertips glided across the tops of her hose and began caressing the sensitive skin of her bare thighs. "Keep reading!" he urged her.

Sighing deeply, she stammered but continued.

... He was complimentary about the suit but diplomatically told me that my pushup bra was both inappropriate and unneeded. Since I was wearing my suit jacket I decided to ditch the bra. That was both a good and a very bad decision. It was good because I felt free and was elated that all men didn't lust for artificially enhanced cleavage. It was bad because late in the afternoon I was bending over from the waist and my blouse fell away. I was stunned when I saw Tim standing in front of me staring at my tits. I quickly covered up but noticed that he'd become hard (it looked like quite the package!) So maybe he didn't think I was being bad -- just naughty!

As she finished this passage Tim continued caressing her inner thigh moving his hand higher and higher with each pass. He pulled her closer to him and slid the other hand beneath her blouse. Cupping her tit then pinching her nipple lightly he said "I see you're not wearing that dreaded bra now. I like you au naturale!"

"If you keep that up, I'll never finish reading!" she said breathlessly.

"Maybe it's getting hot in here. Let's take off your jacket." Tim said. He removed his hands from underneath her clothes and helped her shrug off her jacket. Seeing her nipples pressing against the soft fabric, he gently flicked each of them in turn with his strong brown fingers.

"Read me just a couple more for now and maybe we'll have to get back to these later." he said.

"Okay." she stammered as Tim began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

Yesterday was "D-Day!" I knew all the reasons I shouldn't move forward and that he'd likely reject me. But blinded by lust I moved forward. I'd heard from one of his "Friends with Benefits" when I drove her to the airport that Tim would never seduce a married woman. But I'm in the process of divorce so that should count. I also heard from his other "friend" that Tim liked his women just like his coffee -- hot, full bodied, sweet and black. There's no way I can meet this standard! But I was encouraged by a comment that my sister made -- "You never get anything if you don't go after it!"

Maybe I was rationalizing but he had in fact hugged and kissed me twelve different times and each kiss lasted longer than the one before.(Lucky 13???) Was he still just comforting me or was he starting to come on to me? After all I felt his cock harden against me on a couple of occasions. I've decided to invite his tongue into my mouth the next time he kisses me and write him a card to share my lust for him and hope he won't reject this needy white girl.

By now Tim had completely opened her blouse, pulled the hem from her skirt and was sliding it off her shoulders.

"Please baby!" she said shakily. "I can't keep reading if you keep doing that!"

"Doing what?" Tim asked as he slipped her blouse completely off and unzipped her skirt. "Keep reading sweetheart." he urged. One ebony hand cupped her pale ivory tits and the other began alternately stroking and gently pinching her now sopping pussy. Each time she almost climaxed his hands stopped moving. He was keeping her right on the edge.

Now almost gasping for air as she felt his strong brown hands on her and his hard black cock beneath her, she struggled to regain her focus. Her voice became a raspy whisper as she continued.

I opened my mouth hoping to feel his tongue inside when he embraced me and tried to give me yet another quick peck. My gambit both worked and backfired! As I opened my mouth his tongue quickly invaded but he became more aggressive than I'd imagined. His strong black hands were immediately all over me -- first caressing my tits, then cradling my ass and then, my goodness, cupping my wet pussy! His sudden moves scared me so I pushed him away and fled to the park below our offices. I sat on a park bench and pondered my next steps. My heart told me to run away and never return. My wet pussy said otherwise so I returned to the office and gave him the card.

He accepted my invitation, came to my house and I finally felt his long, thick black cock deep inside of me! I came three times in quick succession with each climax stronger than the last. He came only once because time was short but boy was his eruption strong and copious! I feel just like Jacqueline Susann's novel -- Once is Not Enough!

Tomorrow I plan to ask for a 'No kissing/no touching day then I plan to flash him by pulling my skirt up and letting him see my thigh high clad legs and the always wet pussy that he can take for his pleasure tomorrow evening!

Tim began to stroke her pussy more vigorously and rolled her hard pink nipples between his chocolate fingers. She pushed her journal aside and looked down at his hands. "The contrast of our skin colors is so very powerful!" she groaned through gritted teeth. She began bouncing her ass up and down on his rigid cock. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!"

Tim abruptly stopped his movements as she moaned in disappointment. He stood up causing her to shakily stand on the 3" heels she still wore. He inserted his thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. He grasped one calf and pulled one foot free of the crumpled fabric. She shakily stood on one leg and braced herself by grasping his shoulder as she extracted her other foot.

"So you planned to tease me by showing me this?" Tim asked as he let his gaze slowly take her in from her diamond hard nipples, to her heaving torso to her now unsteady silk covered legs.

Bianca could only nod her head as he took her hand and headed for the bedroom. A soft glow greeted them as candles flickered throughout the room -- on the nightstands, a corner table with almost a dozen glowing on the counter that led into the bathroom. When he reached the side of the bed he turned to face her. "Fold back the covers and then stand there while I undress and look at all you wanted me to see."

Obediently she pushed the pillows aside, folded back the covers and stood back. She trembled as she fought back the urge to thrust her hands between her legs and make herself cum hard for him as she had planned to do in the office before the sudden meeting was called. She stood with her hands at her sides and watched as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his red silk tie. He slowly unbuckled his slacks, slipped them off and carefully folded them. As he undressed his eyes never left her diminutive frame or the well-shaped full breasts that rested on her heaving chest.




Red White and Black Ch. 03



He kicked off his shoes, doffed his socks and hung his suit in her closet. Her eyes followed each step of his powerfully built legs and focused on the huge tent in his black silk briefs caused by his long, thick and very hard cock. "He's hanging HIS clothes in MY closet!" she thought dizzily. "I wonder if that means he plans to stay?" He quickly stripped off his briefs interrupting her thoughts and she refocused on the thick veiny black cock that was pointing straight at her. He lay on his back which caused his dick to point straight up towards the ceiling. "Now come here and ride this cock like you're woman enough to claim it as hers!" he ordered.

She kicked off her shoes, doffed her panties and started to peel off her hose but he stopped her. "Leave them on!" he insisted. She pulled the one hose she'd started to shed back up and clambered onto the bed. She straddled his legs and began to crawl forward. When her groin encountered his hard cock she continued crawling forward leaving it coated with her thick cream as she brushed over it.

"I'll show you that I'm plenty woman enough to claim your cock and the thick lips I want to feel on my swollen nether lips right now! Now eat me like I've dreamed that you'd do!" With that pronouncement her knees settled near his ears, she stifled his response and began rocking feverishly on his face. "Let me feel your tongue on my clit!" she demanded. When his pointed tongue flicked quickly over her engorged nub she started coming hard. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her writhing hips. She ground her hips hard against his face and screamed -- "Taste my cum! Drink it! Stick your tongue inside and make me cum again!"

"Oh dear me! Cumming on your face is something I've wanted to do forever! And I'm nowhere near finished either!" she said. She then slid backwards until her pussy was now positioned over his throbbing cock. "Now I'm gonna ride your big black prick and show you this little white girl has all the pussy you'll EVER NEED! I may not have long brown legs or a round ass but I've got a pink little pussy that can satisfy your big charcoal cock!"

Like a woman possessed she squatted over him slammed herself up and down on his manhood. She twisted and rocked and then pogo'ed on him with her hands alternately placed on his broad chest or clamped behind her head as she rode him. "I'm gonna fuck you like I'm YOUR woman and you are MY man! Now cum with me you gorgeous black Adonis!" Her legs were visibly shaking but she didn't need to urge him to cum. He thrust his hips upward and shot stream after thick hot cum stream into her vibrating cunny. She wailed as if stricken -- "Ahhhhhhgrh! Hmmmmm! YESSSSSS give me what I want! Its MINE and mine alone!" Throughout this frantic session her eyes never left his and the depth of her passion was evident in the grimace on her face. Exhausted, she slumped forward on his chest and drifted off in a stupor. She was startled awake when she felt the cock of her dreams begin to grow hard again inside her.

She drowsily felt herself being pushed off him as he rolled over and stood at the side of the bed. "Get on your knees!" she heard his rich baritone command. She slowly did as he ordered and looked back over her shoulder at his reinvigorated tool. She backed up the edge of the bed and felt him slide deep inside of her with his strong black hands nearly encircling her pasty waist. He began ramming her hard shaking the bed and casting hot silhouettes of their loving making on the walls of the room. "Look at the mirror!" he commanded. "Tell me what you see!"

"I see myself getting my brains fucked out!" she whimpered. "And I see your (MY) shiny black cock pounding my (YOUR) pussy!" He pounded away with unbelievable urgency almost knocking her flat before pulling her back up into position. She groaned as she came yet again and felt him freeze with his loins against her butt and fill her with more strong jets of his cream.

Now exhausted himself from extended lovemaking sessions two nights in a row with no sleep, he rode her face down on the bed and breathed heavily on her back. Finally he summoned the strength to push himself up far enough to withdraw from her. As he did he saw a flow of his essence run from her distended orifice.

"Will you please blow out the candles?" she asked. "I'm too weak to move let alone stand up."

"Sure." he replied. "But let's get you out of these first." He lifted one leg after the other and peeled off her hose and then made a round of her apartment extinguishing the candles. She was nearly dead to the world when he returned but summoned enough strength to snuggle into his arms and whispering "Thanks for hearing my confession and for spending our first night together."

He didn't utter a sound and instead rolled her over, cradled against her tiny back spoon fashion and cupped one breast as they drifted off to a hard earned sleep.



Red White and Black Ch. 04



Please read chapters 1, 2 and 3 to become intimately familiar with this unfolding story. 

***** 

Tim stirred from a deep sleep when he heard the sound of clinking dishes. Still groggy he bolted wide awake when he looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. Then remembering their coupling last night he chuckled aloud. His snicker was no sooner out of his mouth when he heard Bianca crawl back into bed beside him. "Good morning sunshine!" she chirped. "I just put on a pot of coffee knowing you like a cup first thing in the morning." He rolled over onto his back as she pulled down the sheets, looked at his morning wood and startle to giggle. "What's so funny?" Tim asked. She couldn't answer because her giggles were now uncontrollable and she could only point to his 'Top 'O the morning' erection. He looked down and immediately understood as what had been her erotic wetness during last night's loving was now dry and flaking off his cock. She was still nude and now kneeling beside him. As he gazed down her body to her folded legs, he too began to chortle. She looked down and saw that she too had ample evidence between her thighs that they'd spent an intense night. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "Love crust!" She scurried from the bed and looked over her shoulder as she walked away. "There's too much to clean with a washcloth! Let's rinse off in the shower while the coffee perks!" 

She handed him a washcloth and stepped into the now steaming water and yelled "Ouch too hot!" as the water streamed over her back. As she stepped to the back of the stall he saw her back. It was covered with several large blue bruises. "What happened to your back?" he asked. "That doesn't look like you got scalded by the water." 

"Oh it's not burnt" she retorted. "You did it when you slam fucked me against the wall the other night!" 

"Oh I am so sorry!" he exclaimed. 

"No worries!" she said. "Now I know the meaning of the term 'It hurts so good'! And besides, we're even!" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You'll see when you look in the mirror and see how swollen your lips are from me humping your face last night!" 

He stepped away from the shower and peered at the mirror over the wash basins. His lips looked they did when he'd fought ten rounds. They were puffy and distended and, now as then, were something of a badge of honor. 

"Touche!" he chuckled as he wet his cloth, took the soap from her hands and began to gently bathe her from head to toe. When he finished she took the soap from his hands and lathered his back. "WOW! You've got a broad back. It's twice the size of mine! "And", she continued as she pinched his rear, "you've got a cute muscular ass too!" 

"Better to love you with!" he replied. "All the better to love you with!" 

"Or bang me against the wall!" she jibed. 

"Hey I apologized and you accepted! What more can I do?" 

"You can turn around so I can use this tiny white spray wand to wash that big black fire hose between your legs!" 

She lathered her cloth and began to lavish suds on his cock. Then she soaped her hands and gently pulled back his foreskin saying "I want I get all of me off of you." Then she rinsed his cock, planted a soft kiss on its exposed head and began stroking him slowly with her petite white hand. "Beautiful!" she whispered as she knelt, tightened her grip and started pumping him with greater vigor. 

"Better watch out or you'll give yourself a facial!" he chided. She stopped pumping him and stood up with her hand still wrapped around his now hard cock. 

"Oh I want you to give me a facial one day but not in the shower 'cause you'll wash off me too quickly! One day I'm gonna lie on the floor and ask you to give me a facial as you cum all over me! I've dreamed about that more times than you know. Does that make me a slut?" 

"No, just a very horny lady that knows what she wants" he replied. "We'd better dry off and get some coffee." 

They patted each other dry and Bianca slipped on a powder blue opaque thigh length robe that tied at the waist. Tim slipped on his briefs and commented when he saw how loosely she'd tied her robe. Most of full tits were on full display and her bright red pubes were peeking through the slit of the loose fitting wrap. "You might as well have stayed naked." 

"Oh!" she said looking down "I just put it on so I wouldn't get the seat damp. The front is open to make sure you know I'm always available to you!" She winked, grabbed the coffee pot and filled their cups. She pushed the raw sugar in his direction as she poured Half and Half into her cup. He put two scoops into his cup and paused. 

She saw him hesitate and she asked "Do you need something else?" 

"Yes!" he said. "I think I'll try a bit of cream in my hot, sweet coffee." 

"Well that's a surprise! And quite a welcome one! That's a real shot in the arm to this pale skinned gal!" 

"Just letting you know that you're appreciated!" 

She stood up, came around the table and kissed him softly. "Now I'm sorry that I bruised your lips so badly. I got caught up in the moment and recalled one of your friends, air quotes, essentially putting me down because of my skin color." 

"Welcome to my world!" he said. "All too often people like old man Henderson make snap judgments based on the color of my skin. I enjoy it because they always give me enough rope to hang them when the opportunity presents itself. Only when its too late do they realize they've more than met their match!" 

"I know I wouldn't want to ever cross you!" she purred then reached across the table to stroke the back of his hand. "Would you like a second cup and some more cream?" 

"I think I'll pass of the second cup of coffee in favor of pouring some more cream in your loving cup before its time for me to leave." 

She first looked at him quizzically then said "Oh THAT cup!" She stood up and scurried around the table to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Lead the way!" 

He took her hand, interlaced his brown fingers with her pale ones and started towards the bedroom. She tugged against his hand, looked down and planted a kiss on the back of his hand. "Now I know what my daughter means whenever she uses the word AWESOME when talking about her black boyfriend. Our blend, our contrast, the feelings you give me are truly AWESOME!" 

As they reached the side of the bed she hesitated again. "Shall I leave this on?" she asked pointing to him skimpy robe. 

"No, I want it off but l'll take it off." Tim loosened the loose knot of her belt before pushing the thin fabric off her shoulders. He then tugged off his briefs and they lay down facing each other. He planted soft kisses on her forehead, each eyelid, lightly licked each earlobe and nuzzled her neck as his fingertips traced a path on her shoulders and collarbone before circling down to her breasts. He gently pushed her onto her back and continued his exploration. 

Her nipples hardened as his hands traced smaller and smaller concentric circles on her breasts. She jerked when his hot fingertips first brushed her goose flesh bumpy areolae. As he began rolling her engorged dark pink nipples in his fingers her hips began rotating in synch with his movements. He continued rolling one nub with his left hand as he slid his right down her sternum, circled her navel and then traced the outline of her V-shaped red pubes. In response her hips began humping the air and when he applied the gentlest outward pressure to her inner thighs she snapped her legs wide open exposing the abundant flow of her desire. 

Tim moved astride her and, bracing himself on his muscular arms, lowered himself until the tip of his hard cock grazed her now swollen lips. Her humping only became stronger as she tried to capture his mushroom crown inside her folds. As he lowered himself slightly more his cock was poised at her entrance. Anxious to have him inside she simultaneously thrust her hips upward and grasped his dick insuring that he entered her. She resumed rotating her hips and he matched her motion with his own and lowered himself slowly until he was fully enveloped in her wetness. 

They both stopped moving and froze in space savoring the warmth of his deep penetration. When he slowly resumed the circular motion of his hips, hers perfectly matched his movements. As his hips sped up so did hers accompanied by slight moans escaping from her lips. He increased his speed steadily with his loins grinding against hers and raised his head to look at her face. Her fluttering eyelids gave way to the increasing urgency of their movements and opened wide. She began gasping as she felt his cock expand inside her. He felt her vagina ripple, then grip him as they exploded in unison. "Fill my loving cup with your sweet hot cum!" she pleaded. Her appeal proved unnecessary as he drained his balls into her, one hot spurt followed by another until only a trickle resulted from his final thrust. He kissed her softly and they lay there, unmoving, for minutes. 

When he finally withdrew slowly from her she said "If I am never made love to like that again in my life I can die a happy and well-loved woman! You are simply the best - all a girl could ever wish for!" 

"I'm gonna shower so I can be gone before your daughter comes home. Wanna join me?" 

"No Superman, your Lois Lane is gonna just lie here and enjoy the afterglow of being so totally and completely well loved!" 

Tim showered quickly and retrieved his suit from her closet. True to her word Bianca had barely moved. She lay spread-eagled with her arms extended above her head resting on their crumpled pillows. He knotted his silk tie around his neck and bent over to kiss her. 

"I should get up to walk you to the door but I'm enjoying lying here and the exhilaration that is flowing through every fiber of my being! Thank you for being so good to, and FOR, me!" 

He kissed her again before slipping out of the door. No one was stirring save a rumpled newspaper delivery man making his rounds. 

Tim's staff meeting the following Monday was abuzz with excitement. He exchanged high fives and bro hugs with his male direct reports amid cries of "Way to go boss! and "How did you ever pull that rabbit out of the hat?" Tim diplomatically told the team that the success of the previous week was due solely to their hard work and the long hours they'd put in. He also told them that he was planning a celebratory dinner for them, their wives and significant others the following Friday, a week before the already planned company-wide holiday party. "Unlike the company party where booze is prohibited due to liability issues I want us to eat drink and be merry as we close out a fantastic year. Also I want you to plan to leave your cars at home. I'm asking Bianca and Vivian to arrange door-to-door rides for each of you!" 

He returned to his office to find a positively beaming Bianca sitting at her desk. She followed him into his office and closed the door behind her. She embraced him tightly then pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him warmly. "Congrats boss!" she gushed. "Now check this out!" With that comment she bent over so her tits were exposed and pulled them from her bra. Tim chuckled aloud when she produced not only her shapely mammaries but also a thick wad of cash - her winnings from the bet on him she'd made. 

"Aren't you even curious about who had to pay up?" she asked. 

"It doesn't matter" he said. "We're all human and have our own levels of insecurities." 

"I've yet to see any chinks in your armor!" 

"May be but they're probably there but hidden deeply in my Alpha Male persona! Make yourself presentable because I've got to meet with Vivian to discuss something for the exec party I'm planning. By the way that's the same weekend that you said your daughter would be out of town visiting her father. Any chance you'd like to spend it at my place?" 

"Hmmm" she said through pursed lips "Can you give me some time to think about it?" 

With her tits back in place Tim walked to the door and opened it. "Sure!" he said. "Take your time". 

He tapped lightly on Vivian's closed door unsure if she was handling some HR matter. She chirped "Come in!" He walked in and closed the door behind him. Noticing the folder he had in his hand she asked "What's up boss?" 

"A surprise!" Tim said. He walked behind her desk to stand next to her. "In addition to getting the funds I requested I was also able to wrangle bonuses for each member of the executive team. I need you to get the checks cut so we can distribute them at the dinner. Let's start with yours!" 

When she saw the amount listed next to her name she shoved her chair back from her desk apparently forgetting the short skirt she was wearing. As she swung her chair in Tim's direction her pink panties were on full display. She quickly unfolded her six foot All American volleyball player frame and stood facing him. 

"I'm not into the 'bromance' handshake thing you guys do so can I just give you a hug?" 

No sooner was his "Of course!" out of his mouth than she wrapped her long arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth plunging her tongue inside. This went on for seconds before he withdrew and said "Whoa girl, WHOA!" 

"I know I've just violated the very sexual harassment guidelines I'm supposed to enforce so go ahead and report me to your HR Director." 

Tim paused and chuckled at her 'blind alley' comment. Instead of stepping away he wrapped his arms around her and let her feel his tongue invade her mouth as his hands cupped her ass and pulled her tight against him. "Tell the HR Director that there was no offense taken so now we're even!" 

Stepping back he continued "Is that any way for an about to be married woman to act?" 

"Yep! she said "I'm hoping that I can convince you to be my last fling!" 

"Nah! I'd ruin you for him!" 

Catching his drift she chortled and jibed "Split me wide open and ruin me you hulk!" She continued laughing and said "I'm sorry boss! I shouldn't have done that but I've dreamed of doing it for the whole time I've worked for you." Tim laughed and shook his head as he left her to cutting the checks. 

The tempo at the office was electric for the next couple of weeks. The team was building the momentum that would carry them into a supercharged new year. Tim and Bianca were in something of a dry spell beyond a stolen kiss here and a grope there due to the families that her daughter babysat for being away on vacation. They enjoyed one tryst when the daughter was supposed to be studying at a friend's but were nearly caught in the act. Just after Tim had cum deep inside Bianca while holding her in midair in response to her squealing "I want to feel you squirt!" Suddenly they heard a startling sound - "Mom I'm home!" 

"Oh shit!" Bianca whispered in Tim's ear. "What are we going to do?" 

"Tell her that you're on your period and need her to go to the drugstore with you!" Tim whispered urgently. "Then I'll slip out and lock the door behind me!" 

The ruse worked but Bianca was leery of a repeat performance so they laid low. Tim was used to long dry spells between his 'Friends with Benefits" visits. Bianca on the other hand grew first fidgety then outright grumpy as the days passed. 

Finally, the day of the big party arrived. Having arrived early to greet each couple Tim was stunned by Bianca's appearance when he caught sight of her. She was wearing a simple sequined black dress which was really striking except the hemline struck her at mid-thigh, a tad shorter than he'd have preferred for a business gathering. His concern was short lived as the couples began arriving. Some of the women had hemlines that were significantly shorter than Bianca's and several were also overflowing at the top leaving little to the imagination. Then Vivian, his over 6 foot tall HR director arrived, arrived and turned heads - male and female. She was wearing a "micro-mini" dress so short that by bending or sitting all her wares would have been on full display. Fortunately their tables were draped with long tablecloths so a degree of modesty could be maintained. 

Dinner was served and champagne flowed freely so the team grew more rumbustious by the minute. When the band started to play Tim hoped the focus would shift but instead the opposite occurred. After a couple of wives were unable to goad their husbands onto the dance floor they took to the floor with wild gyrations unlike any Tim had seen before. Finally, probably in an attempt to calm their wives down, a couple of male members took to the floor. In turn they began goading Tim. "Whatsamatter boss can't you dance?" Tim remained in his seat but the clamor for him to go on the dance floor only increased. Finally, he rose and strode to the middle of the dance floor and called for everyone to join him. He then taught the group a couple of line dances. His smooth moves led a couple of wives to say "WOW! Wish I had someone that could move like that! I'm gonna ask him to dance with me!" Regretting the monster of his own creation Tim had to dance with one inebriated spouse after the other. 

He finally excused himself to go to the restroom and saw Vivian exchanging phone numbers with the tall dark Jamaican head waiter. As he passed Tim said "How's it going?" Vivian's cheeks reddened slightly but her new acquaintance didn't miss a beat - "Everting Irie Mon!" in a deep island drawl. As he exited the restroom Tim spotted Vivian lurking nearby. "Looks like you've lined up a last fling!" Tim whispered. "Yeah and I need your help! I've already called and cancelled my cab because he gets off in a few minutes and I'm going home with him. Can you cover for me?" 

"No problem!" he said as they walked back into the banquet room. The band had just started a slow number so Tim waved his hand towards the dance floor. "Did you save the last dance for me?" 

"I was hoping to do the bed sheet Rhumba with you tonight but, failing that, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!" 

"You flatter me!" he whispered. as she thrust her hips tighter than was appropriate for a boss/colleague dance. "Slow down your roll! I'm sure you'll be well taken care of later. The cabs are due to start arriving in about ten minutes so you can announce that you're taking the first one and abscond down the hallway to the ladies room on the other end of the building." 

After they finished the dance he escorted her back to her table. As he walked back to his some of the now clearly drunk wives were on his case again. "You've danced with every woman here except for Bianca. You got something against redheads?" 

"No just saving the best for last!" he said. Almost before the words left his mouth the bandleader announced "Last dance!" The dance floor was suddenly flooded with an inebriated horde but fortunately a slow tune ended the evening. Tim drew Bianca close and she snuggled against him as they danced. He asked how she'd enjoyed the evening and she replied "It's a great prelude for what's to follow!" He looked down at her quizzically and she continued. "I've decided to accept your invitation to come to your place. My bag is already packed so can you swing by to pick me up?" 

"With pleasure!" he said. "What caused you to change your mind?" 

"My daughter! Bianca replied. "She said I've been grumpy the last couple of weeks and she hopes I get laid while she's gone!" 

"I knew I liked that girl!" 

As the dance ended Tim walked briskly towards the lobby and returned shortly to announce, covering for Vivian, "The second cab is here! Bianca it's yours!" They shared a quick hug and said goodnight as several more cabs pulled up. Tim ran a receiving line in reverse saying good night to each couple while receiving pats on the back from the guys and kisses on the cheek from the women. Just as the last cab pulled out of the driveway Vivian and her consort appeared walking hand in hand towards his car. Tim nodded in their direction which was acknowledged by her bright smile, a wink and a mouthed "Thank you!" 




Red White and Black Ch. 04



Tim walked in the other direction where his driver was waiting. "Drop me at the office Harry if you would. I had the last of my two drinks over an hour ago so I think I'll pick up my car tonight and save you a trip in the morning." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, I'm sober as a judge!" 

Tim slid behind the wheel, made a beeline for Bianca's place and called when he was five minutes away. 

He pulled into the parking lot and before he could turn off the engine he saw Bianca in the headlights walking briskly to the car. She was still dressed in her party attire and had what appeared to be a large purse slung over her shoulder. 

"You seem to be traveling light. There can be many clothes in that bag." 

"I don't expect to be wearing many clothes. I've got some panties, nighties, my toothbrush, a pair of jeans and a couple of T-shirts. Knowing you, I suspect I over packed!" 

"You're probably right!" he said. He shifted the car into gear and headed for his place. She alternately chatted about the spectacular week they'd had in the office, the party and the skimpy dresses some of the women wore. "Did Vivian hit on you?" she suddenly blurted out. 

"Would it have mattered if she did?" 

"Not really. She said she didn't think you were getting laid and hoped she could entice you to do her. I didn't say anything for fear of tipping my hand and she said she was going for it. Seeing the scanty dress she wore I knew she was serious." 

Bianca grew very quiet as the gates to the private community opened in response to Tim's opener. As they pulled into the garage, she took a long deep breath. He opened her door for her and she slid out slowly, then walked hesitantly towards the entry door Tim held open for her. She stopped short and began to almost hyperventilate. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"No - well, yes! This is going to be the first time in my life that I've spent the night at a man's home!" 

"Ever?" 

"EVER!" she said. "I never spent the night with either of my husbands before we were married nor any guy I ever dated." 

He gently lifted her bag off her shoulder, took her hand and led her inside. 

"I understand and hope you'll be comfortable." 

He gave her a quick tour of all but the master bedroom. He then led her back to the den, gestured for her to sit on the sofa and excused himself. He returned carrying a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet and two glasses. 

"I've been waiting for a very special occasion to open one of these. Your first visit is that special occasion." 

He poured and proposed a toast. "Welcome to my favorite lady!" 

"Thank you my special man and to the fabulous success you've allowed me to enjoy but especially for making me feel alive!" 

They sipped the well-aged nectar and chatted for nearly an hour until it became clear that she was relaxed. She'd kicked off her shoes, lay back and rested her feet in his lap. 

"Is it OK if we finish the bottle in your bedroom?" she said softly. 

"Of course!" he said and led the way. 

He walked her into the closet and gestured towards an empty space. "You can hang your things there and use the drawers below for your other things." 

"I feel like I'm intruding on someone else's space." she said. 

"When do you think anyone last used it?" 

She hesitated and then smiled broadly. "Not since the first time we made love!" 

"Give the woman a prize!" he said. 

He led her into the bathroom and pointed to the basin nearest the shower. "Your sink and fresh towels are underneath. If you need a makeup stool we can get you one tomorrow." 

"You're making it sound like ..." 

"Like I expect you, WANT you, here regularly." He finished her sentence. 

She smiled at their reflection as he embraced her from behind and began to slowly unzip her dress. He pulled it slowly over her head and walked into the closet to hang it in 'her new space'. He quickly doffed his clothes before returning to find her still standing gazing into the mirror. The pace of her breathing increased as she watched the reflection of his massive hands cup her breasts before unsnapping the clip that nestled between them. She leaned back into him, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressing against her. Now wearing only black high cut French panties and thigh highs with patterned tops she reached up and clasped her hands behind his neck pulling his lips down to hers. 

"Take me to your bed lover!" 

"OUR bed!" he corrected her. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He peeled off her hose in the softly lit room and kissed her ankles, swirled his tongue upward across her calves and trembling thighs. He then positioned himself above her and slid easily into her already wet folds and made slow and unhurried love to her. As had now become second nature to them their movements were in perfect synchronization leading up to a strong and satisfying climax. As he lifted himself and withdrew from her she whispered words that she never thought she'd speak. 

"I love you Tim! With every fiber of my being I love you!" 

Surprised and unsure of the depth of his feelings for her he pulled her to him and responded with a deep passionate kiss. She sighed contently, snuggled close and drifted off to sleep with her head resting on his broad chest. 

The next day and night were essentially variations on a theme as they made love in almost every room of his large house ... until a sudden turn of events. They were engaged in a sixty-nine connection with her on top. She was taking him ever deeper into her throat when he felt the first telltale sign that he was about to explode. His brown fingers parted her cheeks and he began to vigorously rim her tight rosebud. She grunted something indecipherable and began to rapidly wriggle her hips from side to side. Sensing her excitement Tim quickly flipped her over and lifted her legs into the crook of his arms. He plunged deeply into her and bent her almost double as his lips captured hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth. His hips were a blur of passion as he pumped his cock deep into her engorged slit. He slid his hands beneath her hips, spread her cheeks and slipped first one then two of his thick brown fingers deep into her ass. She humped her hips up against him with strength he couldn't have guessed she possessed. She moaned loudly but couldn't speak with his tongue thrust so deeply into her mouth. She reached beneath them and grabbed his wrist as he pounded towards his impending orgasm. She grunted and thrust her hips upward as he felt the telltale rippling of her vagina around his cock. She'd come harder than he'd recalled her ever climaxing. 

Still clinging to his wrist, she turned her head to extract his tongue from her mouth and exploded. 

"Get off of me you sonofabitch!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

"You will never, EVER touch my ass again!" 

Caught completely off guard because he thought she was enjoying the butt play Tim said nothing. 

She continued her increasingly wild tirade. "My first husband butt fucked me on our honeymoon! Before he even slipped his pencil dick in my pussy he rammed it in my ass! I promised myself that NO MAN would ever touch me there again! NO MAN!" 

Having gathered his wits about him Tim said "I apologize. I had no idea." 

"But you came harder than you ever have before when I plugged my fingers into your ass." 

She was about to continue her verbal onslaught but stopped short as the truth of his comment sunk in. She leapt from the bed and rushed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Tim decided to give her some space and wandered into his den. He slipped his in his earbuds and listened to a soothing jazz track. About halfway through the CD Tim felt her hand on his shoulder. He looked up as she began to speak, her eyes puffy as if she'd been crying. 

"Aren't you coming to bed?" 

"Sure!" he said. He stood and put his arms around her waist and they walked to the bedroom. While they slept close to each other there was no cuddling - just a perfunctory "Good night." The next morning he arose early and padded into the kitchen. "Oh shit!" he muttered. He'd forgotten to pick up eggs at the store. 

"What's wrong?" 

He turned to see Bianca standing in the door, her eyes still puffy from sleep and wearing a see through wrap. 

"I forgot to get eggs for breakfast. I'll run out and get some." 

"I'll go with you. I need to pick up something too." 

Although somewhat surprised at her willingness to venture out he didn't object because it was unlikely they'd encounter anyone they knew in his little hamlet. He pulled on a sweat suit and she donned jeans and a T-shirt. As they stepped inside he headed towards the dairy aisle while she went in the opposite direction. He got the eggs, some fresh orange juice, warm croissants and some thick cut bacon. By the time he made his way to the cashier she had already checked out and was tucking a small bag into her purse. He checked out and made his way to her and they walked to the car. 

"You've got time for a quick shower if you'd like." he said. "Coffee and breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes" 

"Are you sure you don't need help?" 

"You just relax and grab a shower and bring back a hearty appetite." 

Just as he was pouring OJ into the glasses he had chilled she reappeared. She looked refreshed and wore another wraparound see through gown. A towel was wrapped around her head. 

"I forgot to pack my hair dryer." she said sheepishly. 

"We'll have to pick one up for you to keep here." 

"OH! OK!" was her somewhat surprised reply. 

They spoke little as they dug into the sumptuous fare Tim had prepared. They eaten only sparingly since she'd arrived. 

"Compliments to the chef!" she said and lifted her orange juice in a toast. 

"Let me refill that for you!" Tim said. He made his way to the refrigerator and returned with both the juice and a split of champagne. "No brunch is complete without a mimosa!" 

They idled the day away, chatting and taking a dip in the pool. It wasn't until late afternoon that Tim felt Bianca seemed relaxed enough for him to approach her. When he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly she returned the kiss, looked over her shoulder and began walking backwards towards the bedroom pulling him with her as she went. 

They snuggled close, nuzzled and caressed each other and finally made slow hip rotating love until a shared climax overtook them. They snuggled together and drifted off into a nap. Tim awakened to answer the call of nature and was stunned when he returned from the bathroom. Bianca was on her knees with her ass pointed in his direction. Sensing his return she extended a small bottle with one hand to him. When he took it she grasped her cheeks and spread them open. 

"Please be gentle." she purred. 

Tim looked down at the bottle of KY lubricant and then spread it generously on his suddenly hard cock and on his fingers. He dripped a generous amount down her crack and massaged it into her tight rosebud. He took care to give her time to relax before slipping one finger into her. She stiffened and then relaxed slowly. When she did he added another finger up to the knuckle and began rotating the two deeper into her ass. When she pushed back against his hand he added a third thick finger and plunged his digits deeper into her. Satisfied that she'd relaxed enough to accept his girth he withdrew his fingers and placed the oily head of his cock against her. She stiffened again as he nudged deeper into her until her sphincter allowed his complete entrance. 

He began to rock almost imperceptibly back and forth until about half of his cock was inside her. He asked if he was hurting her. 

"I feel stretched, full and a little uncomfortable but no pain." 

He continued his slow progress until his was fully inside her. He then began to slowly withdraw and then slide back into her depths. Sensing that she was OK he picked up his pace slightly when she again surprised him. 

"Don't play with it - FUCK IT!" 

He obliged her and let her feel his hard manhood deep in her bowels. 

"Oh shit!" she said. "That's starting to feel good - real good. Do it faster!" 

Tim began humping her full out when she suddenly tensed and squealed. "I didn't think it was possible but I'm gonna fuckin' cum! Fuck me harder and squirt your cum deep in my ass RIGHT NOW!" 

Her words and humping hips triggered a guttural groan from Tim and he gripped her hips and made a final plunge deep into her rectum. 

"I feel your hot cream deep inside of me! Why didn't we do this sooner?" 

Given her outburst the previous night Tim gave no verbal answer but instead pulsed his cock in her depths. Slowly he withdrew from her. She cupped her hands to her ass to catch his spend that was running from her now wide open rosebud and shuffled to the bathroom. 

When she returned she was smiling and said "I don't believe I'm saying this but I really liked that and want to do it again sometime! I'm glad we were able to go to the store so I could pick up that lube for us. Can I leave it here?" 

"Why don't you just tuck it away in your nightstand drawer?" 

Smiling at the implication of his question, she tucked the bottle into HER drawer. 

"I should be leaving soon so I can recover a bit so I can be ready for the work week ahead." 

"Promise to come back?" 

"Absolutely! You made me feel so welcome that I feel this is the right place for me!" 

She began to pack recklessly tossing her few clothes into her bag. She hesitated when she came to the dress she'd worn to the party. 

"I don't want to ball this up and get it all wrinkled. Can I leave this here and I'll take it home on a hangar later?" 

"Of course! Your area in the closet has plenty of space and it guarantees that you'll be coming back!" 

"You needn't worry about that!" 

All was well in their world as they held hands on the drive to her place. No longer concerned about the prying eyes of her neighbors, she boldly kissed him passionately before exiting his car. 

"I don't care if they see us - you're MINE!" she said. Bianca turned to blow him a kiss as she walked to her apartment. 

The mood in the office the next day was upbeat, jovial even, as the executive team arrived for their Monday morning meeting. Uncharacteristically, Bianca was late. After the briefer than usual meeting adjourned, Tim returned to his desk. No sooner than he was seated Bianca appeared at his door with a large manila envelope in her hands. She looked stricken. Her face was ashen, her hands were trembling and her gait unsteady as she walked towards him. 

Without saying a word she handed him the envelope. 

Curious about her agitated state he opened it and withdrew a sheet of thumbnail pictures with a note attached. It read: 

"Tell the Black Buck whose cock you've been sucking and fucking that he must pay me $50K in small bills within 72 hours or a packet like this one will be delivered to his boss! Tell him not to fuck with me and I'll provide delivery instructions in two days." 

His pulse suddenly racing Tim looked at the thumbnails. The first showed them kissing in the parking lot of her apartment last night. The others were even more troubling. They were of every visit he'd made to Bianca's apartment - his cock buried deep inside of her, his cock in her mouth, her riding his face, her tits in his mouth, his head buried between her legs, his black hands cupping her ass as her thigh high clad legs extended in midair as he fucked her helicopter style while standing. Nothing was left to the imagination and absolutely nothing could explain them away. 

Tim's blood ran cold and his head was pounding. 

Bianca asked timidly "Can you pay him?" 

Tim didn't answer as his mind raced. 

Had he been set up? 

Was Bianca involved? 

If so what should he do? 

If only her ex was involved what should he do? 

Find the SOB and beat him to a pulp? 

Break into his office? 

Hack his computer? 

Troubled that there was no obvious foolproof option (and bothered by Bianca's boldness in the parking lot and her question about paying) he finally answered her. 

"I know your daughter is back but I need you to stay late so we can discuss this!" 

Bianca returned to her desk, closing the door behind her leaving Tim to ponder the quagmire he'd stepped into.