0 comments/ 55549 views/ 0 favorites Taking Over By: PirateIre I had asked my boss if I could get some personal time. I was feeling out of sorts, too much on my mind, so I left early. I unbuttoned my shirt and thought I'd forego the gym just to get home and take a shower. Driving home, I realized that Beth had hired a maid to take care of the house since she just started working again and since I normally work late, I never got to meet her. I shrugged my shoulders and thought I would just tell her she could retire early, but when I opened the door, telling her to leave was the last thing on my mind! She was 10 years my senior and her face was so sensual. She looked like she was from Latin America, her eyes bright green against her dark skin. She wore a dark lipstick and it just brought out her exotic look that much more. I think I surprised her, because she jumped at the sound of the door opening and her heavy breasts jumped with her. What I pictured as a maid was not this sexy lady in front of me... "Uh, hi. I’m Marc, Beth’s husband." Her lips pursed and she smiled and recognition appeared, probably from the pictures around the house. "Oh yes, how are you...I'm Karen." Her handshake was firm and I could see she worked out quite a bit by the strength in her grip. I don't know why but I lingered at her grasp, she pulled away and I blushed with embarrassment. Her blouse revealed an ample cleavage and Beth was also endowed but there was something so sensual about this woman that was driving me crazy. "Can I get you anything?" She asked me, her hands on her hips as she followed my eyes to her breasts. I looked away quickly and shook my head "No thank-you, nice meeting you." As I started walking down the hall, I could feel her staring at me so I turned to see if I was correct or just fantasizing…I was right. She walked up to me, her hand reaching for my forehead "Are you feeling ok?" she asked in her thick Latino accent. "C'mon, let me take care of you." She whispered but more concerned of my actual health, I supposed. She kept smiling at me, her huge eyes glancing at me as she took my arm and held it to her, rubbing against her breasts. I could tell her hips were swaying exaggeratedly but I must have been really tired because I really didn't know what she was doing. She took me into my bedroom and laid me down. Karen reached over me and grabbed another pillow, her cleavage nearly engulfing my nose. "You feel hot and you look flush?" She asked but more as a statement. I nodded, my hand slowly letting go of hers as I started to get comfortable on the bed. I had to ask, "How long have you worked for us?" She shook her head "Not very long, but now seeing you I should have got to know you sooner, you look like you need my help. You look completely stressed out!" she grasped my hand again and held it up to her chest. She shook her finger at me. I smiled, "Yea…pretty stressed out." I couldn't help but get an erection and I was hoping my Dockers would hide that fact, but her eyes started wandering down my body. Again her lips pursed as she saw what she had caused. She reached down to her waist and pulled her blouse over her head. Her tits were magnificent. Her dark brown nipples pointing out from her 36d's. I laugh now but at that time I gasped. My mouth open in shock. She smiled and leaned forward, her thick curly hair falling on my body as her tongue shot out and licked my lips. "Shall I unstress you?" she whispered full of lust. Her hand reaching for my pants and squeezing my hard on. She shimmied out of her shorts and straddled me, her pussy hovering over my face. I could smell her aroma and the sexy thing about it, is that I could smell Beth’s' perfume on her pillow that I laid my head on. She looked down at me "Do you like to eat pussy?" I smiled and wrapped my muscular arms around her thighs as I lifted up my tongue to her pussy. My tongue reaching way down and practically rimming her, then curling upward with alot of pressure and sucking her clit into my mouth. My tongue massaging it. Her hands reached under my head and she moaned out loud, her hips gyrating on my face with much intensity. I looked up and could see her feminine muscles flex as she humped my face with such passion. She moaned out loud that I was nervous the neighbors would hear! I reached up and grabbed her melons, they were so firm. I began squeezing her nipples and she reached for my hand and squeezed them harder, I began pinching them harder, twisting them and feeling my erection get hard as a steel rod! My hand slid down her thigh and gripped her ass, my thumb pushing into her hole, as I thrusted my tongue deep into her pussy. She smiled at me and then she got real quiet, though her body was still fucking my face and her mouth opened as her whole body quivered. I could feel her juices gushing out and I lapped furiously, trying to get as much of her as I could. My face covered in her juices. My dick purple from wanting to be touched by her...She held me so tight, I could scarcely breath! Her whole body relaxed and she pushed off of me. We could hear the dryer buzzer going off in the next room...she smiled "I’ll be right back and then I'll come back to take care of you" lust in her voice as she quickly dressed and went into the pantry. I laid back, pulling my pants off to give my heat some air, unbelieving that this was all happening. Then I heard a car drive up, I jumped up and quickly looked out the window, it was Beth! My eyes darted to the time and I never realized what time she came home from work but since I work until 9pm, coming home at 3 didn't seem like the time someone is suppose to get off of work. "Oh...time sure flies!" Karen smiled apologetically, as she fixed her hair. My hand grabbed her arm "This is just between you and me, right?" She pulled her arm out of my hand, she was strong. "Of course, I wouldn't hurt Beth’s' feelings." Then she reached out and grabbed my dick, squeezing hard. Beth opened the door and I had just enough time to go back to bed, maybe I'd tell her I was sick. She called out "Karen? Is Marc home already? Is he okay?" Karen went out to meet her after daringly blowing me a kiss. "Yes, come here, he feels very hot, I told him he should lie down and rest." She escorted my wife into the room by her arm. Beth smiled sympathetically at me and came to my side "Oh, you poor thing..." and she leaned forward, her breasts squooshing against my chest and she kissed me. Her tongue shot out and we kissed. I wanted so much to do one of them, anyway. But then her head snapped backwards as if she got whiplash, her eyes narrowed and she looked at me strangely. Her eyes shot over to Karen. Karen's lips turned upwards in a satisfying grin, almost gloatingly. Beth looked back at me "Well, yes, um...you get some rest." and very abruptly, jumped off the bed, leaving the room. I looked over at Karen, who shrugged in the doorway as Beth pushed past her, almost deliberately. I leaned back wondering what had just happened when I heard Beth’s' angry voice call out "Karen, I would like to see you in the living room!" which is on the other side of the house. I quickly got up and wanting to eavesdrop, quietly stepped into the hall towards the living room. I looked in between the doorway and wall and saw Karen with her arms folded standing in front of Beth who was sitting on a bar stool, shaking her head. Beth's eyes were filled with tears and she swore, "If I would have known you were a slut I never would have hired you!" Karen folded her arms, her eyebrows shot up "Don't call me a slut!" Beth stood up but she was a soft looking woman. Every part of her was calming, except now. "You are a slut! How could you do this to me?" "I didn't do anything on anyone who wasn't willing!" Karen’s hands falling to her side. Beth's breasts were heaving from anger and rage and she reached out to push Karen, who fell against the back of the couch. "You slut! You slut! You SLUT!" She yelled out as she came after Karen. Karen stood back up and gave Beth a crack across the face. She shifted her body into Beth and slammed Beth to the floor. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair dragging Beth to the carpet. "I was just about to ride him, when you drove up!" Beth reached up and ripped Karen's blouse off. It undone her belt and off her shorts came. Karen pushed Beth to the floor and hit her a couple more times..."Next time take care of your man. He needed me! He was so hungry for me, he couldn't wait to suck on my juices!" Karen pinned Beth, their tits meshing together. I was about to step in and break it up when Karen ripped off her own panties and pushed her pussy on Beth’s face. Karen's hands gripping Beth’s tits as she humped Beth’s face. Beth was squirming trying to get out, humiliated at being totally dominated by Karen. Karen gyrated her hips against Beth’s mouth..."Suck on me, go ahead, suck on me like the way your husband did!" Her arms pinching Beth’s nipples as she struggled from underneath. Pulling off Beth’s pants, Karen then lunged forward and buried her own mouth in Beth’s cunt. Her hair tossed wildly as she licked and lapped Beth’s pussy. I could hear Beth moaning both in rage and ecstasy. Her hands no longer gripped Karen’s thighs but held them there. Karen looked back to feel Beth’s' anger subsiding "That’s right, you bitch. Lick my ass!" Her hips pushing back on Beth’s face, grimacing in pleasure. Her muscular arms wrapping around Beth’s legs and feasting again on her pussy. Karen’s tongue licking along her inner thighs and her hand replacing her tongue in her pussy. I walked forward and Karen gave me a look of contempt... "Get over here and fuck my pussy!" She ordered. I went around her and saw Beth look up at me, Karen’s' juices all over her mouth. "Don't worry about her, she'll lick your balls as you’re doing me!" There was such lustfulness in Karen’s voice that made me obey. I pushed into her pussy; I could feel her contracting against my heat and milking it. I fought to keep control as I felt Beth’s velvety tongue engulf my balls. Karen moaned out loud, her long fingernails gripping Beth’s ass, as I plunged into her. She reached under and gripped Beth’s neck, then lowered, squeezing her breasts, then squeezing her own..."Beth..." she murmured jerkily as I pumped inside of her. "I'm going to fuck your husband whenever I want, I want you to know that. Go ahead and ask your husband if that’s true." I could hear Beth from under me "Is that true, are you going to let her fuck you whenever she wants?" Karen looked back at me, smiling seductively. I nodded and moaned out "Yea..." as I flooded her hole. Her pussy not taking it all in and feeling Beth’s tongue licking up the length of my shaft. Karen quivered and went back down on Beth. I almost winced as I felt Beth tighten her lips around one of my balls as she exploded into Karen’s mouth.... When we woke up the next morning, we saw that Karen had taken all her belongings with her…I wonder what ever happened to her. We are moving to the city soon. So I guess we’ll never see her again. :( Taking Over As I walked along the corridor to my bedroom, I heard my parents arguing again. I was eighteen and I knew what they were fighting over - it has been the same thing for over two years now. Mom's submissive nature. Perhaps I should start with an introduction. My name is Lena, my mother's is Marybeth and my handsome Dad is called Hank. Mom had me when she was just sixteen, the result of a randy date with Dad, and it only served to speed up their marriage. Dad started a hardware store, and even without any degrees, made it into one of the most profitable stores in the city. Mom, my poor ambition-less Mom, stayed at home and looked after me. In spite of their arguments, I knew they loved each other dearly, and I loved them just as much. Their only contentious bone, as I mentioned, has been Mom's submissiveness. I suppose a lot of men go for that in a woman, but if you live with it for over fourteen years, it tends to get a little boring. Mom had always had that submissive streak in her, but until a few years back, it had always been confined to sex alone. Now, however, it was part of her very outlook. Dad had liked the feeling of power in the beginning, but it seems that as the years wore on, he wanted a partner more than a slave. To Dad's credit, he never strayed despite the fact that Mom's fetish was irritating him a lot, and up until we got together, Mom had been the only woman he had slept with. Poor Mom. She couldn't help herself. By the time she realized that she was reduced to a mere human doormat, it was too late for her to do anything about it. The situation was so bad that it had been two years since they last made love - everytime Dad got into foreplay, Mom would say something like, "What can I do for you, Master?" and that would ruin the mood for Dad. As I told you, Dad married Mom for love, and even though it was still there, on the sexual front, he felt like an aggressor. I suppose that title would suit me more. I was still a virgin at eighteen, and thankfully free of any boyfriends. There are no regrets though, for somehow, I could never go beyond a date's faults. The same story was played over and over again - a date one night and the break-up the next. There is no hurt anywhere, for I've finally found my true place - in my father's arms. But that is getting ahead of the story, isn't it? On this day, I had come across a rather disturbing truth - Dad was starting to turn me on. Nudity was never an issue around the house and with Mom too mellow to take any stand on my household attire, Dad and I often saw each other with little on. Of late, our pecks on the cheeks had turned to french kisses, and during Christmas, Dad had kissed me under the mistletoe. I suppose any other mother would have put her foot down on such open shows of affection, but Mom never even gave me a glare. She just smiled and went about doing her stuff. I had been trying to see if there was anybody in my class I liked enough to go to the Prom with - and after an hour of analysis, I could come up with only one conclusion - Dad was the only one left on the list. I had unconsciously selected my Dad as the criterion for choosing my date, and ended up with every other name on the list crossed out. I dwelt on it, and before I knew it, I had admitted to myself that I was in love - with my father! Not only that, but he also seemed to me to be the hottest guy on the planet... So here I was, trying to deliberate what I should do to get rid of my fixation on Dad, when fate handed me a door. I could hear Mom and Dad in their bedroom, and my mind immediately conjured up an image of how Dad would look naked. There went my resolution! "Look, Hank, I am sorry but I can't help it. It's who I am - I still love you, but I know I have changed from the woman you once loved," Mom was saying. "I still love you, Honey," Dad said, and the sincerity in the voice made me ... jealous. Somehow, I wanted to hear him say those same words to me. "Sex isn't everything in a marriage, and you know it. I love you even more than I did when I married you, if that is possible. It's just that when we start to make love, you - it frustrates me to think of you as a slave, darling. What I want is a partner who treats me like I treat her - like you used to. Sometimes, I feel I take advantage of you!" "Oh. Hank! Don't feel so guilty." Mom was sobbing now. "Maybe you should just look outside -" Dad cut her off. "We've already gone over that, Beth - there is no one I love - I can love - more than you and Lena, and a purely sexual relationship isn't worth the risks to our family life. I don't want Lena to ever think that I was cheating on you, that you weren't enough for me. So that leaves only you and Lena..." "What about her, Hank? Why not Lena?" I froze. Mom was asking Dad about sleeping with me. "Are you crazy?" "Just concerned, my darling. Haven't you noticed that she has practically no social life? She loves you Hank, I can see that from her face. Maybe even she doesn't know it, but I bet she thinks of you everytime she goes out - and that probably explains why no one has ever got to first base with her. She adores you, Hank, and you know it. I can sense the love in the air when the two of you kiss, and so I know you love her just the SAME way you love me. Why don't you admit it, Hank, that you are in love with her?" That was about as aggressive as Mom had been in recent years. Even though I was still surprised at that, my mind was focussing on Dad's reply. My heart sank when I heard him say, "That's sick, Marybeth." "Why, Hank, why is it sick?" She was pleading now, begging him. "If you were raping her, that would be sick - this is love, Hank, isn't it? Not lust. Don't you want her? I am not asking you to compare the two of us - I know that I will lose out, but I don't mind. She would be the right woman for you, Hank, she is smart, cheerful, and she has your streak in her. She doesn't want to be stepped over like I do, she will be your equal in bed. And as for love not being in bed alone, don't you see that she loves you a lot deeper? Please, Hank, at least for my sake, admit that you love her. Please say that you want her as your lover." I listened in stunned silence as I heard Dad say, "I do." Mom was happy. "Thank you, Hank. You know what has been my deepest fantasy?" Dad asked her, I thought, in a more subdued voice. "What?" "That she just walks in one day, tells me to, 'Move over bitch, I am taking over your husband,' and then the two of you make love - in front of me. After that, she makes me your slave, your servant. God, how often have I dreamt that she pulls me by my hair for some small fault. It's the sheer unfairness, you know, that turns me on. That and the feeling that my daughter is now my mistress, the lover of my Master." Dad was silent, and then he said, "That is hot!" I decided to make my move. I loved Dad, and if Mom wanted me to treat her harshly, I would. She said she loved it, didn't she, being subordinated by her own offspring? Being treated roughly and harshly in front of her husband, my father? Being humiliated, in one word? The door was unlocked, so I barged in. Mom was lying on the bed, still fully clothed, and Dad was beside her, having only his boxers on. Gawd, he looked so sexy, I just wanted to pounce on him and devour him. I could see the tent and knew that whether he did it or not, he liked to think about me taking over Mom's spot. I moved over to the bed, putting on a scowl for best effect. Mom and Dad stared at me, for my sudden entrance and strange behavior confused them. I clutched Mom's hair and pulled her up. For a moment, the pain was expressed, then her face softened. She knew that her wish was about to come true. "Get out of my bed, you bitch," I hissed in a spiteful voice, "Don't let me catch you in this bed again. That's my lover and you are only my slave, got that?" Mom nodded meekly. "Good, now move over to that corner and watch as your daughter makes love with your husband. And if I hear a single peep out of you, we are gonna spank you until you can't sit. Isn't that right, darling dad?" I shoved her away. It was only then that Dad found himself. "Uh, Lena, what -" I fell on him and cut him off with a kiss. I snaked my arms around his neck and mashed our lips together. To my delight, Dad started kissing me back, and his hands started roaming over my body. I gasped involuntarily when I felt him grab my tits and started to play with them. His cock was already strainig his boxers and I could almost feel it through my jeans. I took my hands away from Dad's face just long enough to unzip my jeans and shove them down, and then they were caressing his face again. Dad had slipped his hands under my tee-shirt, and was playing with my breasts. Even without lifting the tee-shirt or looking anywhere else, he pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts completely. His fingers pinched, caressed, teased and twisted my nipples until they were so hard that I could have used them for hammers. I couldn't stand it any more. "Oooh, Daddy," I said, breaking our kiss for the time being. As soon as I sat up, Dad pulled my t-shirt and my bra off. He flung them at my mother's face, and even as his throw found its target, we were removing my pants and his boxers. They followed the trajectory of my shirt, and Dad kissed me again. He slid his hands into my panties, tracing the parting of my ass-cheeks. I started moaning and gently moved higher up as Dad slid my panties off me. He held them over me until the kiss was over, then handed me the underwear. I got his cue and took them. "Here you are, slave, catch my panties with your mouth," I shouted at Mom. Dad and I watched as Mom caught the panties with her mouth. Dad said, "Good girl," and then we resumed our kissing. Dad kissed me all over my face, nibbling on my ears and nose. He placed the gentlest of kisses on my eyes and practically licked my face clean. His roving tongue tickled me as he ran it over my face, neck, shoulder, armpits, etc. I almost came when he started to suck on my arm-pits - so, that's my advice to you folks, always keep them clean! Dad then ran concentric circles around my mounds, settling on my pink nipples at last. I don't have much of an areola, but I guess my ultra-sensitive nipples made up for it. Dad seemed to like the taste of my nipple so much that he spent at least three minutes on it. I started coming, and as I started to moan, Dad lent his fingers free play of my pussy. Even as one orgasm subsided, another rose, and before I knew it, he had his fingers in my cunt. "Daddy," I grunted, "Enter me, now!" Dad obliged, leaving my other breast alone. At least, I thought he had. I had shaved just that morning, and I let out a loud mew of pleasure as Dad ran his lips over the small hairs. Dad had other intentions than to just enter me - he wanted to eat me. I clutched the bed sheets tightly as he went down on me, licking me, tasting me. He traced my vaginal lips with his tongue, and even as I tottered on the edge of another orgasm, he dove his tongue into my depths. I groaned, flailed wildly, cursed, muttered, closed my eyes - nothing could diminish the intensity of that experience. I came in his mouth, drowning him in my wetness. I wanted to pay him back by sucking his cock, but he wanted to take a rain-check on it. My body and my heat had excited him to such an extent that he wanted to come. Moreover, he said, throwing a glance at where my mother was watching us, he wanted to pleasure someone else for a change. He pulled me on top of him and guided me over his cock. I was a virgin but I wanted his cock so much that I just plonked myself down on it, immediately releasing a small stream of blood. Dad knew I was about to scream so he quickly smothered my second breast with kisses, and even before I felt the pain, pleasure was flooding me. Dad bit hard on my nipples and I let out a loud sigh as I felt myself come again. By now, though, I was starting to lose count of my orgasms. I rode Daddy's cock until he exploded. As soon as his sperm hit the inside of the walls, I let myself go. As both of us struggled to maintain our senses, my pussy drained his cock dry. I wasn't under any protection but it didn't matter anymore - I was Daddy's, and he was mine. We were a couple, and we wanted to be parents of our own children. I wanted to carry his baby, to nurse it, to watch it grow up. I wanted a family of my own. Dad started to pull out of me, but I whispered to him not to. I was not finished yet - I had to dominate my mother. I called out to Mom and she came scurrying over with a bent back. "You called, Mistress?" "Yes, Daddy and I are going to have a nice long bath in the tub, so make sure it is the right temperature." "Yes, mistress." "And by the way, give me your wedding ring." She complied, dropping it into my open palm. I took my ring and gave it to her. In the same harsh voice, I told her, "You can wear this - if you want your ring back, you will have to make a new one." "It is alright, Mistress, you can keep my ring. From now on, this is my wedding ring," Mom said, sliding my ring into her pinky. "This will be mine, then. Now go. Remember, if the water is too hot or too cold, you will not get any dinner today." Mom scurried off into the bathroom. Dad was looking at me with unbridled interest. "I overheard you earlier," I explained. Dad smiled and took out his ring. Tears came to my eyes as he held my hand and slid the ring in. "I do." I completed the formality. At that magical moment, our bedroom was our Church, the bed was the Altar and the wall, the Priest. "I do." We kissed as man and wife. Taking Over Erica and Michelle grew tired of seeing you bring in ladies in your office from time to time that didn't even have appointment and then they leave with those wide grins on their faces as they giggled like fools when they left. I guess you thought of us as fools when we came into your office and smell the scent of sex just about knocking us out as you open the door. What do you take us for? Yes, I had you once with one of your lovelies, Antoinette, but she was sweet though the rest were cheap and unkind. She made me feel special besides just one of your assistances, like I was a woman you couldn't do without. I have to give Antoinette credit for she is the one who had given me the confidence to approach you now and do what I am going to do. Here we are loyal assistants to you and you barely give us the time of day. We are attractive women in our own right and work our asses off so you can get to court on time and with all the help you need. We are young but yet old enough to know our way around a man....even you, but do you notice no. Oh, on our birthday's and Christmas and even if we are ill, which is rare, you treat us rather well with flowers, cards and even bonuses but what we want is in between your long tight legs. Heck, we can't help but know your clothes size for we have bought your shirts even your boxers if we needed to just so you were up tight ad out of sight for whatever. So I gather we are going to have to take matters in our own hands........sorta speak. Michelle and I wore wrap dresses that day that clung so well you couldn't help but see our blood pulsate, that is if you even looked at us. Michelle was a little taller than I but not as buxom but good enough, heck there were times I had to stop looking at her when she drop things off at my desk with her cleavage showing the goodies. Her waist was smaller than my but her ass was so plump you could bounce a quarter off that ass. She jiggles like crazy when she walked for I know it gets attention for the first time we went to lunch together and the men just about dropping their mouths wide open. I would want to go over to them and put my finger under there lips and say, "pick the lip up sweetie....your drooling." She told me she got that all the time and now was quite use to it and sometimes she jiggles it more, if that is possible just for the effect. She also has the legs to carry all of that trunk, thick calves and all so one could not but want to have them wrapped around them. She was dangerous and she knew it but you. I had had you once before and loved it but you never let me have it since then ...and I have to wonder why. If you were about Antoinette you don't have to for she said to take care of you if you asked but you hadn't but all of that was going to change. You strutted in your office like the head cock in the hen house. I must say you do smell a delight when you arrive in the morning in your refine suits. This day was no different but I had notice no "good morning." You closed the door behind you which was not you, for you always have it open and ready for business. I came up to your door to listen, for I was concerned I had been working for you the longest so I thought it was my business to do so. I could hear soft jazz music come from your office and nothing more. That was like that for about two hours and then all of a sudden you heard the word, "DAMN ", then quiet again. Some time had passed and you called me in. I was a little afraid to but that was my job so I entered. "How could she do this to me....me of all people?" "Excuse me, sir." "I was good to her. I wanted nothing but the best for her and she denies me her. How could she do this to me?" "I don't mean to sound dense sir, but who and what?" "Antoinette, that is who and how could she deny me a visit. I know what she is and what she does but I thought her and I were deeper than that." "She does see other men, doesn't she?" I had to act like I didn't know for I knew all too well. He was a client besides the special friendship they seem to have. I don't know what all the fuss it when he has other women in her. See what I mean by cocky, "God's gift to women." I really think that should be the other way around....for see how they get when you deny them, but this is just perfect. Trying to look concern, "Is there anything I can do for you sir, for you called me in." "If she calls make sure I get it no matter what I am doing or talking to." "Is there anything else sir." For I wanted to just tell him off but of course I won't. Michelle walked in looking her provocative self and told me I had an urgent call. You could tell he was attracted to her look today for you couldn't help it she didn't usually where anything this revealing, for he complimented her on her dress. I excused myself from your office and took the call which was not that urgent, just one of you needy clients. Michelle stayed as I was gone. I came back and you and her were in an involved conversation for neither one of you heard me come in. When she finally noticed me there, she had a look upon herself as if she just stole something or if she ate something not to her liking. You seemed startled as well. "Did I interrupt something?" "No, you didn't." "I have a proposal for you sir." "Yes?" "Yes. You say you wanted Antoinette to be here...well you know I know of her and what ...we have done. Does Michelle know of her?" "No, she doesn't. What is your proposal?" I went to close the door as I was looking at both of them being curious. I call out to one of the other women to take all calls but not to disturb his office just take messages and he would get back with them. "Yes, I have a proposal", as I walked over to Michelle and clasped onto her shoulders. She jumped at first and then I could feel her relax. I went down to whisper something in her ear. Whispering, "You trust me? Do you remember what we spoke of doing to him?" "Yes", she said softly. "Good, for this will be fine. Michelle and I are going to take over from here." I stroked over Michelle's shoulder easily down to her cleavage. "You say you wish Antoinette is her but yet you have two willing women, not girls, but women that can please you just as good if not better or we are at least willing to give it a try. You have all these women we have seen come to your office and we are not fools we know they are not paying clients for they don't look like or act like your usual clients. So our proposal to you is this, let us take you to a higher high that we know we are capable of doing." He looked surprised with this sneaky smile on his face that made him look devilish, for then I knew I had his interest. "And what do suppose the two of you can do?" I started to stroke further down Michelle's cleavage and feeling her warm, smooth breast made me just as warm and harden nipples that were telling me she was enjoying herself. Her head slowly came back just enough to lay a kiss upon her sweet ruby lips. The taste of her mouth was sweet and inviting for she took my tongue and twirled it around her. I squeezed her bosom firmer and made her purr out loud. She reached up for me to pull me around to her and the message was quite clear that she wanted to have me. I went in front of her and slowly opened her dress just to tease you. She even dressed nicely underneath. Deep lace demi-cup bra with her navel pierced with matching lace thong. The scent of her body smelled like a just fresh flower. You just sat further back in your high-back chair and enjoyed the view. You got so comfortable that you took undid your silk tie and unbutton a few buttons on your shirt showing the slightly long curly blond hairs on your chest. I was sure you were getting into it for you started to fidget so in your chair. I must say Michelle was turning out to be a delight to suck her nipples, stroke down to her lightly haired pussy as I pushed her thong off to the side and found her wet, just right for you to put you in her but that wasn't going to happen for she was going to be mine. I stroked her lips as I opened them up and slide one, then two, and then three fingers up her wet and tight pussy. I thought she would come right there and then so I let up on hitting the right spot. I just slowly slide my fingers in and out while I sucked on her nipples and biting them lightly but then again hard just enough to get her to scream out. Oh, she was hot and ready to explode so I told you to come around and to taste her. You came down on her with no hesitation and with such a hunger. You tore her thong and maneuvered her down lower in the chair and then just grabbed her and placed her on your conference desk. You had her knees bent and her legs open wide. You wasted no time going down on her. You were having your breakfast now laid out all out for you to devour. She was screaming uncontrollably so I covered her mouth with my pussy. I climbed up upon her fully dressed but my panties off. I raised my dress up and lowered myself upon her. She went at me as if she was an old pro at it. I stroked my breast as she ate me out well. I could feel the sweet juices just flow out of me and your occasional spanking on my ass did help for the excitement. Once you made her came you had both of us come to the end of the table and bend over so you could have all the ass. You spanked both of us with your bare hands and told us to take al in with no complaints. You stroked Michelle's ass and plunged into her with no mercy. She was loving every inch of you and you didn't care if she did or didn't for you were taking out your anger out on her for Antoinette not coming to you. I waited anxiously wanting all of what you had to give. If this was punishment for her not to come then I hope she disappoints you more often. You called Michelle all kinds of bitches and whores and she came so hard I thought she would pass out. You pushed her off to the side and slide me over to your still harden cock. When pulling my dress over my ass and from off my shoulders you grabbed my breast with one hand and the other to guide your rod in. For some reason you were not as rough but still firm enough. As you were pumping me you just hollered out over and over again, "why didn't she come to me? Why? Why?" With every question the pumping came harder and harder as you squeezed my breast then my ass cheeks. I could hear the pain in your heart but also the passion in your desires. Michelle was stroking herself senseless as I felt the room to spin. I hadn't never know a man to last so long but you were hard as hard could be. I screamed out, "Fuck me! Want me! I am right here for you." Your spanking became harder as the stings were being felt. You could feel you shake and then you let a moaned that came deep from in you. "Yes, take it! Take it! Damn! Damn!" you repeated over and over again as you came so hard I thought I could taste it. With your last stroke I came and Michelle did too. The screams came like a chorus. I passed out on the table and Michelle lay limp on the chair as you fell back into the chair breathing deeply and drenched with sweat. The room was silent as we all were getting our composure. My breathing was still shallow but I had enough strength to tell you, "I am glad she didn't come and we are going to be taking you over from now on." With a sly smile on your face, "my dear Erica, the day you take over will be the day I no long have Antoinette. She will be back but until then I will have you and Michelle when I want. I must say though dear you are even better than the first time I had you with Antoinette. You would think she might have taught you a thing or two on how to please me." I smiled within myself for that secret will never be known by him. Taking Over Beverly Hills I am not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you that this is the story of my first time with a white girl, or Jess' first time with a black man. In fact, we met in a chat room featuring black men and white women. And I don't know how I got to be so lucky to get her attention the first time, but I am not one to complain. What started as a simple conversation continues with us exploring fantasies that involved more and kinkier things and more and more dominance/submission. We hooked up a few times, me telling her the things that I would do with her, and she got more and more excited. She came harder and harder with each suggestion or thought. That is what they were, thoughts, until I told her we are going to act out on one of them. That is when all the fun began. I am a poor black man (not ghetto poor, but some months you are glad to just make rent). Jess is a rich white girl (not diamonds on every piece of clothing she has, but I guarantee she doesn't stress from month to month about rent). She picked out a hotel for us to meet up this night, and I was all over her by the time I got in the door. I lifted her up and pushed her against the wall, kissing her nice and hard, as I pushed her skirt up over her hips, and started pulling her thong off her ass, down her thighs. I started playing with her white ass, stretching and kneading it as I continued to tongue her down. Slowly, I slid her off me, and watched the thong go to the floor. She responded by dropping to her knees and taking my cock out of my pants, smiling and looking up at me as she started stroking me. Then she flickered her tongue over the hole in my cock, and trust me, nothing looks better than a sexy white girl with a black cock in her hand, pushing it against her lips, and finally taking the head in her mouth. As she started sucking my dick, I pulled my shirt up over my head, and threw it towards the bathroom. She took my cock as deep into her mouth as she could, using one hand under my balls and the other on the shaft. Simply beautiful the way she looked at the end of my cock. I gently put my hand in her hair, and asked her if she was ready to do what we discussed. She nodded and started sucking harder on my cock, until I pulled her off my dick. Jess stood up, and I kissed her, taking off her button up blouse and her bra, leaving those on the floor by the door. She grabbed her cell phone as I took her to the bed. Once on the bed, she hit a speed dial button. It was for one of her white male friends, named Chance. A little about Chance: he is a white boy. Not only is he a white boy, but he is a delicate, prissy, low confidence having white boy, whose dick hard probably barely competed with my dick limp. The type of person you fuck with, just on principle. Well, my girl told me how he has been trying to get at her since junior high. Seeing as she liked nothing but black guys since way back when, he never had a chance (pun intended). When he picked up the phone, I slowly started fucking her with my fingers, pushing two, then three inside her, as I slowly fucked her with them, letting my thumb rub slowly on her clit. Jess was moaning into the phone, and with her free hand, playing with her nipples, pinching and pulling them, gasping on the phone. I put my thumb in her ass, as I continued fucking her with the three fingers, soaked to the bone with her juices. Jess was definitely enjoying herself, getting finger fucked while teasing the hell out of the white boy. It took her fifteen minutes to be able to tell him the name of the hotel room, the hotel room number, and that he should call when he is parking the car so that she can unlock the door for him. She quickly got off the phone, and reached for my cock. Stroking it furiously, as she started licking and sucking on the shaft. I then laid her out on the bed, and spread her legs, wide as I could. I was planning to tease her by sliding the head of my dick up and down her shaved white pussy, but she already had her legs on my ass, pulling her in. You know what they say about white pussy; once you are in it, you definitely don't want to get out. So, I started fucking her with long deep strokes, and caught her looking down between her legs, watching my black cock disappear deep inside her. Jess came almost instantly, covering my cock with her slick pussy juice. I lifted her legs, and started fucking her hard and fast. I pushed her knees to her nipples, holding them against her chest with mine, as my balls started slapping her ass. I leaned more and kissed her, licking her neck and face, even nibbling on her lips and neck as I pounded my cock into her. After a few minutes, we changed positions, and I was behind her, with my hands on her hips, slowly fucking her cunt, feeling it stretch out over my cock. It was hard not filling her with cum that quickly, but I didn't have long to wait. After a couple of minutes, the cell phone rang. On the third ring, she picked up, as I started to cum deep inside her, and her cumming hard on my cock, feeling the extra lubrication of my juices mixing with hers, as she took my cock as deep as she could. I finished cumming, and pulled my cock out. I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom, and waited, as she went and opened the hotel room door a crack. When Chance opened the door, she was on the bed, rubbing her clit hard. I think Chance ripped a couple of buttons undressing. She stopped him before he got on the bed. "Consider this an audition. You do well; you will be allowed to eat my pussy some other time. Now, don't say a word. Get on your back and stroke your cock." Chance did as he was told, and was on his back, playing with himself. If I told you he was three inches erect, I would be complimenting him. She then straddled his face, and I swear, she came before her pussy touched his mouth. He was eating her cunt, and I don't know if he realized that he was eating my cum out of her at the time, but she didn't get off of him until she came again. By that time, I was standing next to the bed. When she climbed off his face, I saw that he was glazed over, with a whole lot of bodily fluid all over his face. "How did Jess' pussy taste, Chance?" Nervously, Chance answered, "Who – who are you?" "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what you are here to do. Do you want to get a chance to eat Jess' pussy more often? I know you have wanted it for a long time. As you can see and taste that pussy is mine for the using. The question is, would you like to be able eat my cum out of her again?" I noticed Chance's hand reach for his cock and it was stiffening again, (for what little it was worth). He nodded slowly. "Do you like the taste of her pussy?" Again, he nodded. I moved my cock towards his face. "Taste it again. Taste how deep I was inside your high school sweetheart. Taste what a black cock can do to her pretty little white pussy." Nervously, he moved his mouth to my cock, and I knew the first part of my plan was in action. "Good. Get off the bed." Chance did what he was told. When he did, she crawled between my legs and started sucking my cock and licking my balls. "Now that you know your place, Chance, continue eating her pussy, and when we are done with you, you will be dismissed." And finally, he uttered the only two words he would repeat often through the evening; "Yes sir".