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“Oh, forget the wine for now. Would you hand me that towel?” she asked, slowly

rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

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burned from her first infraction of the day.

She handed the two black men their glasses full of Kentucky sipping whiskey but

left hers own the desk.

The black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. “I let

my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !”

Both sets of black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the

heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the

burning liquid slide down her throat.

“Drink it all,” Jerome ordered.

Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her

stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high

octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost

immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

“Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir,” dictated Jerome.

With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol.

She tried to focus her eyes on the two black men but couldn’t. She brought the

foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass.

The black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white

carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

“Well, Pick up my client’s pen,” came the matter of factly order from Jerome.

On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully

bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the black

hands……

The long black fingers started at her knee…..and then slowly….slowly….

inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully

traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly,

“Please…..make him stop.”

Her plea went unanswered. Jerome’s face was covered with a smirking smile as he

observed the black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. “Don’t you

like those black fingers on those tender Lilly white legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir

?”

Anna shivered as the long black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt

the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm

upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose….. and then

unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

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instructions exactly. He’d have me rub the surface or both breasts with the

palms of my hands, then change to touching only the nipple or to tweaking or

pinching them. Abruptly he told me to stop and to come to him on my knees. He

had me suck on him. I tried to use this to get him to be the one who was so

horny he was losing control. No dice. He had me stop again. He told me to do

one of my dance routines, just the way I was (wasn’t) dressed. He seemed to

enjoy that, but again he made me stop and come over and try and make him come

with only my breasts. I wasn’t allowed to touch his cock except between my

breasts. He kept me at that for quite a while, but as soon as I thought I was

getting somewhere he made me stop again and put me on the couch right next to

him. He told me to masturbate for him. This time he let me come. It was so odd

being next to him and not being touched at all as I reached orgasm. He took me to

the kitchen then and over the tile floor he placed a layer of newspapers and had

me stand on them. He handed me a bottle of cooking oil and told me to cover

myself with it while he sat back and watched me. I’m not sure what I expected,

but J was certainly exceeding my expectations. I certainly never knew where

oiling myself would lead.

Have you ever performed for someone on demand? Not necessarily like this, but

had someone said to you, ‘tell me a funny story’ or walk into a room and have the

teacher ask you to do a problem or show them a dance movement? It puts you off

balance. Even if it’s something you normally do well, being told to do it for

their entertainment and enlightenment is hard. I took the bottle from him and

poured some in my hand. As I coated my breasts I tried to be very sensual. I

wanted him to be sorry that his hands were not applying that oil. It was a silly

thing to be doing in any event and I found myself enjoying it. Using cooking oil

made it seem really ridiculous. I couldn’t help grinning. I poured come more in

my hand, set the bottle down on the counter and got some of the oil on both

hands. I did my arms and shoulders. As I got to my shoulders I brushed the

collar on my neck. I had to stifle a giggle when I thought of being in dog

collar and standing on newspapers. I got more of the oil and slicked down my

stomach and sides. I glanced at J. He was enjoying this too. His smile was

infectious. I turned around as I put oil on my bottom and on my back. I used

what was on my hands and then looked at J over my shoulder, “Is that enough?”

“Not nearly. Add some more,” J said in that quiet voice of his. I got some more

and put a definite sheen on my bottom. I then moved onto my legs. I coated the

thighs first, turning around the whole time to give J a better view. I bent over

while I did my calves, but kept turning around to show him as much of me as I

could. J seemed to be enjoying the sight a great deal. I thought I was done,

except for my back. I looked at J and said in a quiet, perhaps even a submissive

voice, “I can’t get my back.” J stood up, walked over to me, took the bottle from

the counter and poured a generous amount into his hands. I turned around and let

him have at my back. His large warm hands ran down my spine. He didn’t just coat

my back, he rubbed it as if he were trying to give me a massage. He got to the

bottom of my back and reached for more oil. He took some and began to work on my

ass. Again what he was doing was more like a massage. He did pause and oil not

only my anal opening, but after a moment or two of that, the channel inside as

well. This was becoming more and more interesting as it went on. J turned me

around and began to massage my stomach. The oil changed the way I felt J’s

movement. By the time he worked his way up to my breasts his half hard erection

…End of the part10. To be continued..

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