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I turned the rental car to the left where the sign directed me. Nothing looked familiar. Twenty years was a long time. I drove on until the next sign said to turn to the right. Now I saw the building. I still didn’t recognize anything. The parking lot was much bigger than I remembered. There were about twenty cars parked out front, not bad for ten in the morning. There was a sign saying additional parking on the side.

I parked and walked to the door. There were two doors, one said ‘exit only’, the other said ‘entrance’. Made sense to me. A large sign said “Far Away Joe’s Café. Totally Nude Dancers. Ladies and Couples Welcome.” Another sign said “No alcoholic beverages sold or permitted on premises.” Still another said “No Smoking Allowed Inside.”

I shrugged and looked around. Everything was as neat as a pin. The outside was very well cared for. I entered and a very large man asked if I was a local. I grinned and said I thought I was going to be, but that I wasn’t now. He told me there was a ten dollar entrance fee. I paid it and he gave me a printed sales slip with a number on it. He told me to present it when I ordered anything.

I went into another large room and saw a narrow stage along one side of the room. There were other rooms on each side. There appeared to be a large kitchen behind the stage. The stage had a long bar with bar stools facing it, behind it was an elevated stage. Brass poles were about every three feet along the bar.

Young girls in various stages of undress danced on the stage. Some stood on an unseen ledge, about a foot or two below the bar top and gyrated in front of the customers seated at the bar.

There were three dancers, they moved to dance in front of different customers who showed their appreciation by inserting money in the garters each girl wore around their thigh. A sign above the stage said the girls were not paid and that they worked for the tips. It exhorted the patrons to be generous.

There were several rows of tables parallel to the stage. I sat in one of those. A young gal wearing a lacey bra and shorts sat across from me and asked if I wanted to order. I ordered a coke. It was a dollar and a half. Reasonable price. It was marked on the slip. The three girls on stage were all totally nude now except for one who wore a pink fedora. Cute. All the little pussies were shaven and the tities jiggled enticingly. I enjoyed the show. Every now and then a customer would talk to a girl and usually push a bill under her garter. Each of them had a lot of bills sticking out of the garters.

I saw one squat down and talk to a man for several minutes. She stood and danced in front of him for a couple of minutes then put on panties and slipped on a little top. She stepped down and escorted the man down a hall to the right. There appeared to be a row of rooms down the hall.

Hummmmm. What was this? Surly not a brothel this openly. They were gone about twenty minutes. Another girl took her place on stage. She was tall and wore white platform boots that had about four inch platform and a ten inch heel. The boots made her walk in a different way. They seemed to make her breasts bounce more. I didn’t care for them. (The Boots.) She stood on the step behind the bar and held two of the poles and pushed her hips in and out. Her pussy was within an inch of the face of the customer in front of her. She slipped her hands down the poles as she moved in and out. Now her breasts swung out and almost brushed his face. Nice place to sit. I toyed with the idea of moving to the bar. I wanted to get a better impression of what was going on first.

A cute girl stopped and asked if I had had a Private dance yet. I said I wasn’t ready. There was a full restaurant menu printed on the table top. The prices were bit higher than a normal eatery would charge but with the scenery it was worth it. It would definitely be a nice place for guys to lunch.

I had noticed the room on the right was a shop of some sort when I had entered the place. I left the sales slip on the table and walked over and entered the store. It was an adult book store, the usual stuff. Girlie Magazines, XXX Magazines, Porn videos, DVDs and adult toys. Considering the entertainment, it should do well. Especially when a lonely guy was headed back to his pad.

I went back to my table and watched the girls for a few minutes longer. I looked at my watch, it was almost noon, the place was beginning to fill up. I got up and paid my bill. I asked the large muscular guy who took my money where I could find J.B. Martin. He told me to go outside and walk to the back of the building. He said I would see a sign saying Office.

I entered the office and was greeted by a young lady who asked my business. I told her I had an appointment to see J.B. Martin. She asked me to be seated. She looked at papers on her desk, she looked up and smiled, “You must be Joe Delaney.”

“Correct.”

She pressed a button on an intercom and picked up a phone. “Mister Delaney to see you. OK.” She pointed to a door on one side of the room. I got up and opened the door and went in. It was larger than I had expected. From behind the desk rose one of the loveliest black women I had ever seen. She was breath taking. She was about five six or seven, light skin, soft brown hair, big brown eyes. She walked to shake my hand and greeted me warmly. “Hi! I’m J. B. Martin, won’t you please sit down. I am so pleased to meet you after all these years of corresponding.” I sat in a comfortable leather chair.

She asked if I had found a place to stay as yet. I told her that I had not, that we had been delayed by bad weather and I had only arrived a couple of hours ago.

“Are you going to live here permanently now?”

“Yes, there are too many memories on the west coast for me since my wife died. I thought I would come home.”

“I was distressed to hear of your misfortune. We do have an apartment you can stay in until you get settled if you would like. We need to talk about how this is going to work. We have been partners in this business for twenty years, Joe, and it has been wonderful. You have given me a free hand. I really appreciate that.”

“Miz Martin, I am the one who is appreciative. You have almost doubled the income every year from what was a backwater Bar and grill . The place was run down and barely breaking even. You wrote and wanted to lease the place and told me you wanted to bring in entertainment. Your proposal made me think, I liked everything you said. I really didn’t need the cash at that time as much as I needed a tax write off. So then you proposed a partnership. I liked the idea. I was suppose to fly out and meet you, but never did. You agreed and started sending me checks every month. I told you to hold off on sending the checks until you completed renovating the place.”

“Thank you, may I call you Joe, Far away Joe.” She grinned. She was stunning when she smiled. “Call me Jenny, please.”

“Jenny, you know this story better than I do. Let’s just say I could not be happier with our partnership. I do not plan to become an active partner.

If I can assist you in anyway I would love to do so as long as it was not on a daily or permanent basis. I read with great interest your plan to open several more places like this in other cities. I want to stay your partner. No strings.”

“You have just made me very happy, Joe. You are a perfect partner for me. You always have good advise and I have used several of your suggestions. When you have time we need to get together with the accountants and show you where we are. We have quite a large surplus on hand.”

“I am at your disposal, I am foot loose and have no plans at all except to do some fishing. I sorely missed the fishing here.”

“I didn’t know you are a fisherman, I love it. Let me show you our boat. It belongs to our company. Come on, it is right out side the door so I can sneak off and play hooky when the sails are running.” She came around the desk and said, ” Wait a second.” She kicked off her high heels and slipped on boat shoes. “Let’s go.” she grinned.

The boat was a thirty five foot sports fisherman. It was spotless and fully equipped. A young man was shining some bright work. He look up and smiled. “You ready to go out?”

“Not today Tommy, I want you to meet the famous ‘Far Away Joe.”

He looked at me, “Really, you are the man?”

“I guess so.”

Jenny smiled at him and said, “He is going to be using the boat a lot from now on. When ever he wants to use it, it is his. Except you have to call me to see if I can go too.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me aboard. She started to go up the ladder to the flying bridge, stopped and looked at me, She smiled and said , “After you.” Damn, it would have been very interesting being behind her with the short skirt she was wearing. She delighted in showing me everything on the boat. Her enthusiasm was infectious. I was ready to go fishing. She was fun to be with. We went below to the cabin and we sat and talked fishing, she was surprised that I had been a light tackle fan and had fished the Keys extensively.

“Oh! I have always wanted to do that. I would love it.”

“Well, I used to be friends with several guides down there. If you want I can see if I can set something up. Will any one in your family be going too?”

“I have no real family. No just you and I.”

“Let me think, Have you heard of Flip Pallot, Stu Apte, Tag Gordon, Bill Curtis, or Lee Baker?”

Tommy looked at me with his eyes wide, “You know those guys? They are the best of the best, most don’t guide any more they just have TV shows.”

Jenny seemed impressed too.

I looked at her and asked if I could buy her lunch.

She smiled and said, “I would love it, but not here. Tommy get the car.” She looked at me. “Do you have a rental? Baggage? Tommy can follow us to the condo and we can drop off your stuff. He can turn in your car later. You won’t need it, we have several you can use, business, right?”

I said, “Right.” Damn I liked this lady, the little dress she was wearing was adorable and I had trouble taking my eyes off of her. She ran in her office and returned wearing her high heels and carrying her purse. I thought her trip was worth it. She really looked hot in her heels. She held my arm as we walked out to my rental. I was proud to have her on my arm.

We arrived at her condo and took the elevator to the top floor. There were only two apartments on that floor. 1001 and 1002. She pulled a set of keys from her purse and handed them to me. I opened the door and let her enter first. The place was lovely. Tastefully furnished with a spectacular view of the intercostal waterway and the Atlantic in the distance. It was a two bedroom with two baths. Large rooms. Very, very nice. Tommy came in with my bags and I gave him the keys to the rental. The rental agency had it on my credit card so he would have no problem. He said he would be waiting for us in about half an hour.

Jenny asked if I would like to sit and talk for a while before lunch. We sat and she said, “Joe, I am so glad you agreed to continue our partnership. I was afraid you would want out. I wore this dress just in case.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was going to use my charms to change your mind.”

“Well the dress worked, you could melt a brass monkey in that little outfit.”

“Thank you.”

“How far would you have gone to get your way?”

“I don’t know.”

“I hate to tell you this, I have been reconsidering my decisions regarding the business, the cars, the boat, condo and all.”

She looked shocked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you get a chance to see how well your charms will work.”

She didn’t know how to take me. She was half frightened. I couldn’t keep my face straight and it broke my heart to see her in distress. I grinned at her.

“I just can’t stand to see you hurting, I was only teasing, please forgive me.”

“Far away Joe, I think I like you better Far away.” Then she started giggling. I loved that, it made her breasts jiggle delightfully.

She stood and I stood also. She asked, “Are you ready for lunch?” I nodded. She wanted to know if I wanted to go somewhere or if I would come next door to her apartment where she could fix us something to eat. I told her I was going to change into some shorts and be right over.

Ten minutes later I tapped on her door. She yelled for me to come in. I did. She had changed too. She wore a little halter top with tiny white shorts. Luscious. Damn I wished I had worn baggy shorts. Wow! She was good on the eyes.

She fixed us a nice tuna salad with fresh tuna. Excellent. I enjoyed every bite. I told her I loved the salad. When we were done I took her hand and led her to the patio. We looked at the ocean and agreed we should be out fishing.

“Jenny, You are a very, very beautiful woman. I like you a whole lot. I enjoy being with you. I want to learn more about you so we can be better partners. I have one problem, I can not believe you are the same person I have been in partnership with for going on twenty years, you are far too young. You can’t be over thirty years old.” She pulled my head down and gave me a kiss on the lips. Not a passionate kiss, just a friendly kiss.

“My, you are a sweet talking man, Granny used to say to watch out for sweet talkin’ men, she said they would talk you out of your store bought teeth, and your panties too.”

I said, “I am trying.”

“I don’t have store bought teeth.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

“Oh!”

“Just how old were you when we started together?”

“Ten.”

“No, seriously, How old are you?’

“Forty one.”

“I can’t believe you, Kids?”

“One, grown and gone, you?”

“Two, grown and gone. I have to tell you that I have never been attracted to anyone like I am to you.”

“I know exactly what you mean, and for me that is unusual. I prefer girls.”

“Well, that works good, I do too.”

“What?”

“I like girls too. A whole bunch better than men. I love everything about girls.”

“Are you ever serious?”

“It is hard when your heart is being broken.”

I looked at her. She looked back. She said, “I think you really mean that.”

“I do. Forget it. Let’s talk fishing or business. OK?”

She looked into my eyes, she stepped closer. “No, I have to know something first.” She took another step and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I parted my lips and met her tongue half way. My arms went around her and I pulled her to me as tight as I dared. The kiss was long and passionate, for me anyway. We broke for air and she just stood looking at me. Finally she said, “Joe, I had to see if you turned me on. Now I know how to treat you.”

She turned and walked over to a bar and asked if I would like drink.

I stared at her. “Well? What did you find out?”

“Do you really want me to tell you or do you want to find out on your own?”

I sighed and walked to the balcony wall. I looked over the water. I didn’t see a thing. Tears ran down my cheeks. I felt her arms around my waist. I turned in her arms and looked down at her. She smiled gently at me and put her head on my shoulder. I put my hand under her chin and tenderly lifted her face and kissed her warm sweet lips with all the love I felt welling up in my body. She put her arms up and pulled me closer. I stepped out of her arms and softly said “Thank you, I will be out of your hair in just minute.” I started across the patio.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Can’t say yet, maybe Mexico, Hawaii, Just don’t know.”

“Why are you leaving?”

“Sweetheart, I just can’t do it, I can’t see you all the time and know I can never have you. I am too weak for that.”

“Wait, you don’t have to go. I loved your kisses, especially the last one. Nobody has ever turned me on like that before, it scared me. I want you to stay. I need more time, I am all mixed up. But I do know I don’t want you to leave. Please stay, please.”

“I’ll stay for awhile, OK. I want you to know this has nothing to do with our business agreement, you can tell me to go fuck myself and it won’t change that. This is strictly personal, between you and I. I have no more claim on you than any other man. All I want is honesty from you. Hey, I am too old, too ugly, too white, too anything, the magic is just not there. What ever reason or no reason, that is good enough for me. Hey I am a big boy, I get over things.”

“Joe, thank you for being you. I like you more than I can tell you. Let’s give it some time, for the first time in my life I am not in control of my emotions. Let me sort things out. OK?”

“I don’t think that is unreasonable, I know I came on like gangbusters. It wasn’t right to do to you. You don’t know me from Adam. Jenny, I’ll tell you what, why don’t you just call the club and have them send over two of the little dancers to give me private dances tonight next door. OK. I don’t want them if they don’t come with instruction books, OK? I haven’t made love to anyone in so long I forget what to do.”

“I hope you are teasing me again, I don’t fix my girls up with anyone. How long has it been for you? I haven’t had a lover in five years.”

“I have you beat, double yours.”

“What the hell is wrong with us. You are a very, very nice handsome man, I am not that bad looking. Why don’t we have anyone who loves us.” I saw a tear in her eye. I pulled her close and held her, “Maybe we are too careful, too wary, or too faithful. I just couldn’t cheat on my wife even when she wouldn’t let me touch her. It wasn’t her fault she got sick. I just couldn’t do it.” My eyes got a little moist.

‘My lover was killed by a drunk driver five years ago. I just haven’t wanted to take a chance on being hurt again, I guess.”

“Hey, girl, we all have our fears and doubts. We have to move on. It may not be me. But you need someone to love and to love you. If you had died first would you have wanted them to find someone in due time, or to live the rest of their life in misery over your death. I know you well enough to know you would want them to be very happy with someone, someday.” She reached up and pulled my lips to hers. It was another long slow lovely kiss. She moaned a little and said, “That was very nice, I loved it. Lets go in and sit close to each other and hold hands or cuddle a bit and learn more about each other. I like everything I am learning about you when you relax and are just your self.”

We moved in on a comfortable couch. We held hands and I told her about my life, how, I had come to own the club and the property. How my wife didn’t like me running the place, and when her parents were ill and she wanted to go be with them I closed the place up and intended to sell it. I lifted her hand and kissed it as I talked, I rubbed it on my cheek loving the feel of it. I told her how I had loved to fish, I had done a lot of fishing and diving in South East Florida and the Keys, the islands and in the everglades. She seemed to move closer and I suddenly realized I had my arm around her and was kissing her soft hair. I loved her smell. I think I forgot to say anything for a long time. Then she told me she had had to leave home young and fend for her self. She had become an exotic dancer. She loved the dancing and did very well at it. She didn’t like the life and had ideas about how she would run a place. She happened across my closed bar and went to the court house and got my address. She could not afford to buy it, renovate it, and alter it so she wrote and suggested partnership. I would be a silent partner and assume no liability. She struggled and when she was asked who owned the place she would tell them, Joe, who was far, far away owned it. When it was time to put a name on it she racked her brain but didn’t like anything she came up with. Then a carpenter who was looking for work asked her if this was far away Joe’s place. She jumped on it and that is how my name got on it. She now had her head in my lap and I was tracing her lips ever so lightly with my finger tip. She looked up at me and pulled my head down for a kiss. It was sweet and tender. It curled my toes. She smiled and asked me if she could take me out to dinner at her favorite place. I said I would love anything that let me be near her. She smiled and said that suited her to a Tee. She told me she needed a shower and a change of clothes. I said I did too and what should I wear.

Over everything else though hung the presence of Raymond. They both were kissing each other but they both were tasting and exchanging Raymond’s cum. She held him in her ass because it was Raymond’s ass, it did what Raymond said. Jamie fucked up into her because he was a slut and wanted all the sex he could get. He had no defense.

Jamie was totally amazed when he felt the stirrings in his dick. Even thought he thought that Molly was the sexiest woman he had ever known, he hadn’t believed anything could get his dick hard again.

Molly knew that her life from here on out was going to be two things, intense and short. That was OK; she had made all the choices that had brought her to this. It was nobody’s fault but her own, she had made this bed, now she would sleep in it. She rode this boys hard dick, this friend of her little brothers, planted sweet kisses on his face and pretended that it was a man she loved. She had her eyes closed and was feeling just a little dreamy but she also felt her high had left her. She was going to need another couple more Quaaludes soon. She hadn’t heard the men when they came back over to where she still rode the boy tied to the chair. They gather around her and watched the beautiful young redhead as she fucked in a dreamy slow tempo, seeming to sway as she bent her head into the kisses she was giving, never stopping the slow fucking as she did. The men talked as they smoked and drank their coffee, Molly and Jamie was just a floorshow they could watch.

Molly wasn’t sure if it was the drugs wearing off or if her ass was getting dry but it was beginning to hurt. She had hoped that the night was about over, she was fucked out, but she wasn’t the one calling the shots. She knew that she would fuck all night long if Raymond wanted her to, with that in mind she parted from the kiss, sat erect on Jamie’s cock and asked, “Raymond, baby, could you give your girl a little slickem on her ass, it feels dry and I’m getting sore”?

“Bitch! Who the hell you think you are to start telling me what to do. You just keep working that cunt and ass. I’ll worry about how sore you get or not.” Raymond was pissed that she would ask like that; at the same time he knew that he should have thought of it himself. You got to take care of your equipment whether you are a contractor or a pimp. “Yeah, girl, you just keep that slutty ass of yours working on that dick, I’ll get you some oil” Raymond went back into the one of the back rooms and came back with a small blue bottle. He held it out for the girl to dip her fingers in.

Molly got a gob of the Vaseline type substance and rubbed it on Jamie’s cock, letting his cock carry it deep into her asshole.

“Now then bitch, I don’t remember telling you that you could talk.” He stopped and looked around the room, “Do any of you remember me telling this bitch that she could talk any fucking time she felt like it?”

Molly didn’t like the way Raymond was handling this, but her ass did feel better as the lube worked its way into her. Jamie was sliding painlessly into her ass now and slipping painlessly out when she rose up on him. But now there was another feeling starting to make itself known, when the cock was deep inside everything was fine but when she fucked her ass up on it she felt a burning on her cunt lips, it seemed to be getting worst with each stroke.

Jamie felt the difference too, a coolness when he was inside and a burning as the air hit his wet cock outside her cunt. It concentrated his attention on his cock, focusing his thoughts on the fucking that this girl was giving to him.

Molly was going crazy now as Jamie’s cock aggravated the burning on her pussy lips as it passed in and out. She was unable to keep quite even though Raymond had just scolded her for talking. “Oh God baby, do something. Baby I am going crazy here, I’m burning up. Help me!” She was begging but she didn’t stop fucking.

Raymond was pleased. He decided to play a little with her while she was so distracted by her burning cunt.

“Bitch stop!” It was a command that brought Molly to a standstill. She looked to Raymond as the burn started to intensify.

“Bitch, I want you to turn yur ass round on that little white dick you got up yur ass. Don’t you let that fucking cock slip outa yur ass” Raymond thought that it was an impossible task for the girl to accomplish, he didn’t see how she could do it.

The three other blacks stood with their hard to semi-hard cocks in their hands as they watched this white cum slut try to do what Raymond had told her to do.

Molly knew that she might be in trouble here and knew that Raymond would start to use his belt again if she took to long before she started to do whatever she was going to try. The first thing that she did was to start to flex her ass muscles just a little bit; she didn’t want to squirt the thing out. The shit that was burning her cunt had brought Jamie’s dick back to life and it was hard and big in her ass. She put her hands behind her hips and reached down below her own ass to grab under Jamie’s legs. She slowly leaned back, arching her back letting her head hang down toward Jamie’s feet. This maneuver pushed her ass hard against Jamie. Molly then took a chance and picked her right leg up, she straightened it out as she let her other leg bend setting her ass down harder onto Jamie’s hard cock driving him deeper then he had been so far. Molly balanced her ass on the cock while she ran her hands up her leg to her ankle. She pulled her leg with her hands between her and Jamie’s face forcing her asshole to twist on Jamie’s cock. She let her leg drop, now she was sitting crossways on Jamie’s lap with him still inside of her. It was easy to crab walk the rest of the way around until she was sitting facing the same way that Jamie was, his dick still held securely in her ass. Molly looked up to Raymond’s face and said, “Yes sir. Now can you please help me?”

Bitch really pulled that off nicely, Raymond had to admit to himself, she was one limber bitch. Raymond stepped up to the girls face and inserted his stiffening dick for her to suck. He motioned for his friend on the left to take the white boys mouth and fuck him at the same time. “Lets fuck these crackers good. Leon is yur cock hard?” Raymond asked.

“You god damned right it’s hard” Leon replied.

“Then git your ass in gear and git around here and put it in her pussy”

Leon hastened to do as he had been told, he had to hunker down on his knees to get his cock to line up with the bitch’s pussy, he pushed the head in. It was very tight, he could feel the other cock, the white boys cock was still in her ass. Leon started to press into this pussy with his ten-inch cock.

Raymond watched the cock as it disappeared into the slut’s pussy. He felt her panic in the way she was sucking on his cock.

“Look at me bitch” Raymond grabbed a handful of Molly’s red hair and pulled her face up to face him. Jamie had cut his eyes up to Raymond’s face at the command also.

Raymond looked down into that beautiful face stabbed by his cock. Her green eyes were glowing with the light of a panicky fear. Her red lips still held the large cock that he was feeding her. She was a sexual wreck; a woman on the brink of being used up Leon was making her move up and down with his hard strokes into her cunt. He knew that the white boy was still in there and if Raymond were any judge of events it would seem the whitey’s cock was growing too. Molly’s had a wild-eyed look on her face as she was filled in every hole, and her ass was on fire now. She tried to hold Raymond’s gaze but she had to close her eyes with her first orgasm, she felt another right on its heels. Raymond was smiling as he watched his new slut earn her wings. He pushed deeper into her throat as he thought of all the money this whore gonna make for him, not to mention all the things that she would do for him and his friends. Yeah, this is one fine whore he got here. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and let it lay there. She watched him as he watched her. Molly started to spasm uncontrollably slamming her self back onto both the cocks inside her body. Her eyes wide with fear, pain, and yes, lust. She watched as Raymond watched her suffering and yet she couldn’t stop climaxing, she was truly going crazy fucking herself on two cocks and sucking this monster cock in her mouth. She came again and would have wailed if her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with cock. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t stop sucking either, it was almost like a reflex action. Her body went into over load all her orifices sucking like they were trying to breath the air that her throat couldn’t pass. As she passed out she made three cocks cum with her unconsouis convulsions.

Raymond had shown surprising gentleness in the way he had carried the slow breathing girl out to his car, laying her down on the back seat still naked but with a blanket wrapped around her. He came back into the house and got some warm water and a couple of washrags as he passed he stopped and watched Jamie as he twitched and squirmed on the chair. His cock on fire and his hands tied so that he couldn’t do anything about it. He left the boy to suffer while he went out to tend to his whore.

Jamie was still tied to the chair still naked, his dick was still swollen and red it didn’t look like it was burnt but it felt as thought it was on fire. To Jamie’s horror the pain and sensation was bringing his dick back to life again. What kind of slut must he be to react this way to so many types of stimulation? His cock draped itself across his leg dripping cum, coated with shitty juices from Molly’s ass. But as he watched it began to stretch itself down his leg. His face was covered with sweat and cum mixed with his own spit and slobber as well as Molly’s. He was a sexual wreck, but he was getting hard again in spite of himself.

Raymond spoke. “Hey there white boy, you turned out to be a pretty fair cocksucker, if I had the time I might break in that cherry ass for you. But I gotta get my bitch and go home.”

“Where you going with Molly?” Jamie asked. “Ain’t she done enough for you? Can’t you let her have a little of her life back?”

Raymond considered these questions for a moment and then walked around behind Jamie. “Me and you gonna have a problem over this bitch here?” he asked. “I can see that I need a little sumtin to protect my ass from you don’t I? Leon you and Otis get your asses back in here, bring that instant camera with you and a couple of packs of the film.”

As Raymond spoke these words he was unzipping his pants, pulling his big soft cock out

“Leon, cut the cracker loose and get him on his knees in front of me.”

Leon hastened to obey his friend and soon had Jamie untied and helped him to walk over in front of Raymond where he kneeled down on his knees.

“Otis, I want you to take a picture of this white boy with Leon’s cock in his mouth”.

Leon protested, “Damn I so sore now that I don’t think I can get it up again”

“That’s the white boys problem, not yours Leon, “Raymond said. “If he can’t get your dick hard, why should I give a good rats fuck about his dick burning.”

Leon stepped up beside Jamie, the boy turned to the cock hanging before his face, and he took it in his hands and fed it into his mouth. He started to suck.

Otis was dancing around them snapping photos. A bright flash of light and then the sounds of the machine spitting out the picture still wet and black with no image on it yet. He would lay one on the table and hurry to take another one.

Raymond stood where his dick was visible next to Jamie’s head; He called to his third friend.

“Amos, git yur ass in here, I needs you again for a minute.”

Amos came back inside the trailer and watched to see what was happening. The white boy was still sucking cock, it seemed he just couldn’t get enough.

Raymond saw him and told him that he wanted some photos of white boy sucking on several cocks. He wanted shit that was so bad that he boy would never want to bring this day up again because these photos might be revealed.

When Jamie had sucked Leon’s dead cock back to life. The black man started to face fuck him again. Jamie squeezed his ass together and tried to ignore the burn on his own cock as he serviced the black one in his mouth. After a few minutes Leon shouted that he was about to cum. Raymond told him to pull out and cum on the cracker’s face for the camera. He did and Jamie soon had cum dripping from his eyebrows and nose.

Leon took the camera and Otis took his place with his dick hanging in Jamie’s face. Jamie started to suck.

Soon all the men had been sucked again except for Raymond who stood with his dick still outside of his pants. He motioned for Jamie to come before him. When Jamie was in position waiting for his last dick to suck, he looked up at the black man.

Raymond looked down on the kneeling white boy, he held his dick in his hand. Pointing it at the boys face, he released a thick yellow stream of piss.

“Open up that slut mouth bitch!” he yelled. Leon was there with the flash going off until Raymond ran dry.

Jamie had opened his mouth and now had the taste of cum washed away with the bitter taste of piss. Raymond looked at him sitting in a puddle of piss, cum all over his face, his dick hard. What a cunt. No wonder we were losing wars these days, if our paratroopers were faggot cocksuckers what would a regular solider be?

“Boy, this is your lucky day, you got some pussy and you got some cock. Now you gonna get to leave here alive. That’s what you should do leave here and forget this girl, she’s mine, by her own decision she is mine. She’s mine because I give her the drugs that she wants and the sex that she wants. She’s mine cause I want the money she will make for me.” He cast a cold look at Jamie. “Don’t fuck with what’s mine.”

It was the last words he had to say, he turned and walked out the door.

As Leon left he tossed Jamie a photo, “I got plenty, here’s one for your scrapbook.”

Jamie sat there for a few minutes, he had a hard time believing that he had actually did everything that he had done today. His eyes found the photo, his hand reached out and got it. He walked into the kitchen and burned the picture of him sucking three nigger cocks on the stove. He washed his poor cock and where the stuff had ran down to his ass, He had no clothes to wear There didn’t seem to be anything he could use, and then he remembered the bathrobe. He found it behind the door in the bathroom and wrapped it around him. It was dark when he stepped outside, so he walked to the road and followed it down to the next driveway where he found his car. He got in the car and just sat there in the dark.

Priscilla Johnston noticed that the only chair in front of Mr. Williams’ desk was an antique oak straight back chair with no cushion. Dwayne continued smiling as he pointed to the chair that he noticed had gotten her attention. She placed her briefcase next to the chair, used her hands to smooth her dress from her hips to her thighs, and sat down with her knees together pointing to her right, his left. She made herself as comfortable as she could when she realized he placed the chair there for one and only one reason – to see how the potential employee handled an uncomfortable situation. After settling in, she looked directly at Dwayne Williams and smiled.

Dwayne saw the momentary hesitation and then the realization of why the chair was there on her face as he sat down in he deep piled executive leather chair. Some interviewees could not handle the hard chair the minute they sat down on it; while others took from ten to thirty minutes to begin to squirm and get really uncomfortable. He thought to himself that Ms. Johnston is going to be one of the very few people to sit and mentally put all thoughts of pain out of her mind to complete the interview without moving a leg muscle. He made a bet to himself that she’d probably never cross her legs either.

Dwayne never liked interviewing potential employees especially since the government, the physically handicapped, mentally handicapped; yadda-yadda-yadda decided that certain questions were politically incorrect. “How long did it take you to commute here this morning? Monday mornings can be rather tedious trying to get here from any part of the tri-state area.”

Priscilla knew the drill. Start with a conversational question. Make the candidate relax. Elicit a simple answer. Then go for the throat. “I did my commute work up front, Mr. Williams. I had two weeks to Google the company, go to Mapquest for directions, and a week ago Sunday I took the time to drive here without the vagaries of a Monday morning commute to see if my Internet directions needed a tweak or two. I knew it would take me about thirty-five minutes to get here and gave myself fifty-five. Never can be too cautious with time when traveling in the City.”

Dwayne was impressed with her answer and the direct, no bullshit way of stating it. Must be that Midwest honesty and forth rightness. “Ms. Johnston, would you please explain to me why you’re looking to leave the company you’re with?” Dwayne asked the rather vivacious woman sitting opposite him.

Without missing a beat, Priscilla Johnston replied, “Mr. Williams, have you ever accomplished something in a record period of time and find out that you’ve emptied the barrel. In the eight months I’ve been with Silverstein Partners, I’ve closed six of their biggest deals. They’ve never encountered someone like me. I closed deals that others were working on for years. That is when I saw they had nothing in the pipeline and their product was at its end- of-shelf-life. I knew, if I wanted to continue to grow in the business world, expand my sales abilities, and continue to make the base salary and commissions I’m used to, I’d have to seek greener pastures. Actually I did something I shouldn’t have done, but last Friday I told them I would not be returning today. I should have given them two weeks or even four weeks notice, but I knew that it would be a waste of time. To my surprise, my boss gave me my leave and told me I would have my final check by weeks end.”

“I see you where you started taking classes at the Stern School. What are your concentrations?”

“Marketing. Finance.” “What about the modern day Internet, media, and mass mailings,” asked Dwayne a bit surprised at her two single word answers.

Priscilla hadn’t moved a muscle since sitting down in front of her inquisitor. She paused for just a second or two and answered, “Marketing comprises all avenues of letting the world know about your product. It also opens the statistical analysis door to see if your advertising programs are reaching your demographics. Your potential customers. But, I believe your product is so vertical that putting together a marketing and advertising plan should play to the potential market. I believe that a good sales executive should have a solid foundation in marketing and finance.

“I see you’re only two years out of a small college in the Midwest. Are you a transplant to New York?” “Yes, Sir. I knew that I had to migrate to the largest commercial center in the world to make my mark and hopefully take my place in the yet to be built Business Hall of Fame.”

“Your resume says you have a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration and a Bachelor’s of Arts Degree in Psychology. You dual majored in what seems to be two diametrically opposed studies.”

“Not really, Mr. Williams. The business degree gave be my basis in accounting, ethics, and business practices. Psychology gave me the understanding of people, cultures, and brain functions so I could better deal with the intricacies of closing major deals. It really is a natural synergy, not diametrically opposed as you think.”

“Prior to joining Silverstein Partners you worked at a company called Johnston Construction in Kansas City, Kansas. It seems you joined them directly out of college. Why did you go there instead of coming to New York City directly? It would seem that selling is not a big part of what they do. Don’t get me wrong Ms. Johnston, but selling siding or room additions is not what you call major business.”

Priscilla smiled to herself when he finished asking his question. “Johnston Construction is my husband’s father’s company. They aren’t a small siding or addition type of construction company. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of them considering they’re contracted to build three of the four tallest buildings in the world. One in Dallas / Fort Worth, one in Singapore to pass the height of the PETRONAS Towers in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and one scheduled to be built right here in New York City on the West Side. I was deeply involved with the Singapore and New York bids. I fact I take pride in helping the company close the New York bid because of the ancient ways the City and State of New York work when it comes to major real estate deals.”

“If you were so successful, why did you decide to leave for New York? And why did your husband give up any chance of inheriting the company?”

“That is an easy question to answer Mr. Williams. My husband’s family decided to sell the business about eleven months ago. My husband is not the favorite son and his choice was simple. His brothers were to receive the lion’s share of the sale after they stewarded the new owner’s investment for two years. All my husband was going to receive was a small settlement of about fifty thousand dollars. We saw the handwriting on the wall. It was an easy decision.”

Dwayne was impressed with her honesty and candor. “I know the next question is definitely out-of-bounds and you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to. What does your husband do for work?”

“Sad to say, but, Dennis has been unemployed for several months. He has a Bachelor’s Degree in Accounting, but never went any further with his studies. It is not easy to find a well paying job for a junior accountant. And, I do make the lion’s share of our income.”

“Children? What I mean to ask is are you considering having children?”

Priscilla angled her head to the right when she heard the question. “According to all information I have about that specific type of question I do not have to respond. But, I know that you’re wondering if I’m going to accept employment and then sometime in the near future walk in and say I’m pregnant I’m leaving you or want six months paid maternity leave. So, at this point in time, I am not thinking about children. My biological clock is ticking, but I believe I can wait longer and I really want to make my mark in business. To be blunt Mr. Williams, I believe that I have the ability to take your company where you want. Without question.”

Dwayne sat back, put his hands behind his head, and just stared at the woman. Her eyes did not flinch. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“I see myself sitting in a high backed leather conference room chair on your right side in the Executive Committee, Board of Directors, and Shareholder’s Meetings as your CSO.”

Dwayne frowned when he heard CSO. “CSO?”

“Yes, CSO. Chief Sales Officer. I don’t believe that Corporate Vice President of Sales is the correct organizational identifier for the position I believe I will end up holding in your company, Mr. Williams.”

‘Extremely self-assured’ Dwayne thought to himself. I wonder how she would react when I have her legs spread open and the head of my cock pressing at the gates of her opening. God how he wanted to just throw her down on the floor and force himself on her. He could feel himself actively trying to defuse his desire for this woman. It will take some doing, but he knew he’d be fucking her in a matter of weeks or more hopefully days. He also knew from the short time he’d been interviewing her, that he was going to offer her a contract. A very healthy contract.

“Well. Ms. Johnston are you ready for something to eat?”

“I wasn’t really planning on lunch, but I see it is nearing that time. I’d be honored to accompany you to lunch. We can continue our interview there,” she stated in an even business like tone.

“There’ll be no need to continue the interview process over lunch. Priscilla. Excuse me, but it is alright that I call you Priscilla?”

“Of course, if I can call you Dwayne,” Priscilla countered.

“In the business world you’ll be Ms. Johnston and I’ll be Mr. Williams. When were alone or amongst friends and certain associates you’ll be Priscilla and I’ll be Dwayne. Why don’t you leave your briefcase next to the chair? No one is going to bother it as the door to my office is controlled by electronics. I’ve made a reservation at a nice French restaurant and depending upon traffic can be considered not far from here.”

Dwayne Williams stood, walked around his desk, and for the first time he noticed that Priscilla had scanned his body from head to foot; stopping for more than a split second when she crossed the area of his crotch. Priscilla Johnston tried hard not to openly stare at the front of his pants, but she realized that he had to be the largest man she’s ever seen in person. He picked up his suit jacket, put it on, and took Priscilla by her left arm and guided her to the ever so slowly opening door to his office. Just as they arrived the door opened fully and they strode out into the anteroom that was just outside his office. Agatha looked up from her desk and knew that Mr. Williams had made up his mind about hiring Ms. Johnston. “I take it you’re headed to Jacques for lunch, Mr. Williams.”

“Yes, Agatha, but I do have something for you to do while we’re eating. I left a document with you this morning. Please use level five for the numbers and have it ready for me when I return,” stated Dwayne as he guided Priscilla out of his office suite to his Racing Red Ferrari. Agatha McCormack realized that Mr. Williams had told her to modify the Acme Standard Employment Contract salary and commission terms for the employment he was going to offer Ms. Johnston. Without question, she found the folder and began revising the document on her computer.

The ride from Acme Manufacturing to La Bonne Auberge did not take very long considering the midday traffic was horrendous, but a fifteen minute drive at night did take close to 33 minutes to complete. The restaurant was located in a house on the edge of a residential area. The city allowed the owner to make the necessary changes to a commercial building right next to the property. Jacques razed the building to put in a covered parking lot. Upon arriving at the restaurant, Dwayne could see the valet removing three red traffic cones from a spot directly next to the front door. He maneuvered the Racing Red Ferrari into the spot, shut down the engine as the valet opened the door for him to exit, walked around the vehicle to open the door for Priscilla, and helped her out of the vehicle.

“Keep an eye on it Mark and don’t be standin’ next to it drooling. I just picked it up on Saturday,” Dwayne said as he slipped the valet a fifty dollar bill. Priscilla noticed that he did not give the keys to the valet.

“So, I see you have your own parking space here,” said Priscilla.

“Not mine exclusively, but Jacques has two spots on each side of the main entrance for his preferred customers. You’ll enjoy today’s lunch. Jacques maintains what would be considered a four star restaurant under Guide Michelin and Fodor’s rules.” He took her by her left arm and gently moved her towards the main entrance where a slight man in a black tuxedo stood holding the handle of the door waiting for them to get close enough to open it.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Williams. Nice to see you again Sir it has been a few weeks now, hasn’t it Sir?” asked the doorman.

“It has at that Wilson. I’ve been on the road keeping my eyes and ears open for that special song you’ve been telling me you’re going to have playing nationwide.”

“Oh, Mr. Williams, please now, you know I was just havin’ some fun with you. What do a sixty-two year old broken down second string footballer know about today’s music.” With that Wilson began laughing quietly as he opened the door for them to enter. Again Priscilla noticed the quick but not so surreptitious slipping of a folded bill into Wilson’s left jacket pocket.

The interior of the restaurant could only be explained as exquisite. The Victorian house was in perfect condition and the furnishings were all 15th, 16th, 17th, and 18th Century French antiques. The wall were covered with flocked wall paper, the wood through out the building was pine, white oak, red oak, and mahogany stained to match the interior décor of the room, and the floors were all random width oak floors. Some of the wood on the floor was recovered from some of the most prestigious mansions the used to line the streets of this area of the Northern Bronx and Southern Westchester County. The main door opened into a vestibule area that was manned by the Maitre’D and his top assistant. Priscilla noticed that Mr. Williams was greeted and without question they were taken to the third floor in a private elevator.

Waiting in a small room was the owner Jacques. “Bon jour, Monsieur Williams. Como va tu?”

Priscilla immediately noticed the use of the familiar forms of the French verbs. “Ca va, Jacques. E tu,” replied Dwayne in perfect French.

“Bien. Enough with the French!!! I have laid out a nice lunch consisting of a very special lobster bisque, a wonderful Rack of Lamb, two green vegetables, mashed garlic potatoes, and for dessert your special chocolate ice cream. In between each course a small taste of lemon sorbet to cleanse the pallet. I have decided to be a bit daring and have ordered up a bottle of Chateau Lafyette Rothschild for the wine accompaniment. Please…” Jacques waved to the small table sitting just in front of a bay window. The tablecloth was white damask linen, the plates were solid silver as was the silverware and the wine and water glasses were 100% leaded crystal.

“Thank you Jacques.” Dwayne held the chair for Priscilla to sit down and walked around the small table to his seat. After getting comfortable, he looked directly into her eyes, “I’ve noticed that you’ve all of a sudden become very quiet. Is there a special reason?”

Priscilla knew she’d have to spend some time with her potential employer, but she’d never been around a man with such an obvious sexual package. She realized that for the first time in her life she was at a loss for words. Not because of a lack of intelligence, but because she didn’t know or understand the feelings that were coursing through her body and brain. “No, there isn’t any specific reason. I was impressed with the Ferrari, this lunch, and…”

“You need to relax, Priscilla. There is a part of the job description that puts you into direct contact with me on a daily basis. It may be in person or on the phone. E-mails will be the other means of communication, but I know my, what did you call it; yes; my CSO; will be intimately involved with the day-to-day sales operations; which, Priscilla, translates into intimate contact with me on a daily basis.” Dwayne sat back thinking to himself how he’d like to be intimate with her right now. Here besides the table. Priscilla bent over, her arms resting on the table as he pistoned his black cock in and out of her white pussy. He noticed a slight change in her face when finished speaking.

Lunch was as uneventful as their conversation. Jacques provided a meal that any gourmand would kill for. Dwayne and Priscilla ate and discussed everything from business and politics to sports and which teams each of them rooted for. Dwayne had told Jacques to make sure that some time passed between the main course and dessert. He wanted to make sure that everything would be perfect for the presentation of the chocolate ice cream. The time had come and he signaled for dessert.

Jacques brought out a single plate. On it was half a peach, half a tangerine, the ice cream, and a small amount of white cream sauce. He placed the plate in front of Priscilla and not in the middle of the table. “Enjoy,” was all he said as he turned and left the room closing the door behind him.

“Excuse me, but is that what I think it is?” Priscilla intoned.

Dwayne replied, “It is your dessert named the Widow’s Delight. It is made up of chocolate ice cream, white chocolate sauce, and two pieces of fruit.”

Priscilla cried, “Mr. Williams!!! The ice cream is in the shape of a…’

“Phallus?” retorted Dwayne.

“Are you trying to make me not take the job?”

“No, Priscilla. I’m testing how you react to the unexpected. Now, I expect you to do whatever you need to eat the ice cream.”

“With what? There are no utensils of any kind on the table.”

“Use your imagination. Stand if you have to. Turn the plate. If you’re wondering, the phallus is exactly twelve inches in length, five-and-a-half inches thick, and the cream at the tip is the white chocolate sauce. I think you know what the pieces of fruit represent.”

Priscilla Johnston stared at Dwayne Williams. Her demeanor did not change. She looked down at the ice cream phallus and back at the man who presented the test to her. The longer she took to make her decision she believed the shorter it would take for her prospective employer to decide not to hire her. She looked at the plate and decided the only way to eat the ice cream was to stand, lick the white cream that was dripping off the tip and the sides, and somehow get the ice cream into her mouth. Priscilla smiled, stared hard at Dwayne Williams as she pushed her chair back from them table, and stood. She took the plate holding the ice cream and moved it closer to the edge of the table which brought it directly under her face. She looked down at the tip of the chocolate phallus, pulled her hair back, smiled, and bent her head down to the frozen dessert.

Priscilla Johnston proceeded to lick the tasty white chocolate cream sauce off the tip of the chocolate phallus. She slowly turned the plate so she could get all the tasty sauce off the head and side of the frozen treat. She licked from just below the ridge of the head to the top and when she thought she had enough of the sauce removed from the ice cream she opened her mouth and placed it over the head of the chocolate ice cream phallus. She’d never in her life had anything that large in her mouth. She stretched it as wide as she could and she pressed her head down taking the head of the edible sex organ into her mouth. She knew she would win this trial and would also make sure the man sitting opposite her paid for her humiliation.

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Dwayne Williams sat back in his chair and sipped his rich dark French roast coffee. He felt a twinge in his crotch as he watched Priscilla Johnston begin to fellate the chocolate ice cream phallus that was her dessert. For a woman that seemed very conservative and probably religious also, she took to sucking the ice cream with a vigor borne from experience. Maybe not experienced with the size of the black man’s cock, but she seems to be a natural at cocksucking even if it was a cold piece of ice cream. He was duly impressed as she used the warmth of her mouth to slowly melt the head and begin to eat the ice cream by sucking the phallus into her mouth.

For the next ten minutes, Priscilla sucked the chocolate dessert. She got it to the point where she could take about seven inches into her mouth and throat. With each movement of her head on the ice cream dessert it became thinner and easier to suck on. She knew it was time to end Dwayne’s fun. She picked her head up, looked across at him, and then took about four inches of the ice cream phallus into her mouth and bit it off. With a bit of chocolate ice cream dripping down from the corners of her mouth she sat down and proceeded to chew the delightful tasting ice cream and swallow it. She did not stand up. She sat there and wiped her mouth and waited for Dwayne to speak.

“You left some on you plate, Priscilla.” Dwayne said in a matter-of-fact way.

“Mr. Williams, you’ve had your fun and I believe, no, I know I’ve passed your test. You have only two choices from here. One, you tell me I didn’t pass your infantile fellatio test and I will wait here while you have one of your lackeys bring my briefcase here to me or two, stand up, take me by the arm back to your office, and double whatever number is on the contract that awaits my signature. Your choice, Dwayne.

For the first time since he met Priscilla Johnston he was flabbergasted. He didn’t expect her to dial in on his test, complete it to a point, and then make demands of him. She was an intelligent, strong-willed white woman who could and would feed his desire to bed her and see if he could break her.

“I guess we’re headed back to the office Ms. Johnston,” said Dwayne as he stood up, smiled, and took her arm. “Welcome to Acme Manufacturing, Priscilla and maybe we can find some work for Dennis.”

The drive back to the offices took just as long as the drive to the restaurant. Priscilla sat a bit catty corner and looked at Dwayne as he maneuvered the Ferrari though the mid-afternoon traffic. Every so often he would turn to look at her and on more than one occasion he felt he caught her looking at his crotch. Driving a Ferrari with F1 paddle shifters meant his legs were not moving between the gas, break, and clutch pedals. Which meant his left leg was basically not moving and one could see the outline of his flaccid cock resting on his left thigh. He also noted that Priscilla was not as concerned about how she sat and he swore she was giving him a small taste of what lay ahead. Wishing was one thing, but knowing white women the way he did, knowledge was power and he knew that she’d succumb to him.

Sitting in his office after lunch proved to be an exercise in raw business negotiations. Priscilla did not back down from her statement about Dwayne doubling his offer. They bandied the pay, bonus, and benefits back-and-forth for a good hour-and-a-half. At one point, Priscilla stood up, leaned across his desk, and without any fear told Dwayne Williams he could take his business and his big black cock and shove them where the sun don’t shine. Dwayne at that point knew he’d have to increase his employment package and see if she’d accept his other package which was stirring because of her standing up to him.

“Ok, Ms. Johnston. I offer you a base salary of 1.5 million per year. All health, long term disability, short term disability, and life insurance company paid. Double indemnity on the life insurance and the value of the term life insurance will be five times your salary. A company car of your choice with the insurance being paid by Atlas Manufacturing. All air miles earned are yours and any taxes incurred will be paid by Atlas Manufacturing. Bonus structure where you can earn up to 20% of your gross profit on sales when they pass ten million in delivered and installed equipment. Stock options will be provided and the ability to buy any IPO offering at the lowest possible price per share. You will have a 10% match against your 401k plan beginning with the first pay issued.” Dwayne Williams looked across his desk waiting for her response.

“What about vesting in the 401k?”

Dwayne rolled his eyes. He knew she had him over a barrel. Ok, Ok, I’ll vest you with your first paycheck.

“I want it all put into a contract with a golden parachute should you decide to terminate my employment even if that termination is for cause. The golden parachute will consist of the total value of my base salary, health care until I’m sixty-five, and cash for the value of any unrealized gains in the stock options not redeemed.” Priscilla sat stone straight in the chair and waited for his answer.

Dwayne Williams stood up and walked around his desk and stood in front of the most captivating white woman he’d seen in a long time. He leaned against the edge of his antique desk, smiled and said, “You have a deal, but there is one more thing you need to do for me, now.” Without taking his eyes from hers, he used his right hand to lower the zipper on his suit, and reached in and took out his not so flaccid cock.

“All you have to do now, CSO Priscilla Johnston, is take that sweet mouth and do to me what you did to the dessert. And if you threaten me with some form of lawsuit based upon sexual harassment, I’ll have no problem crushing you and your husband like bugs when I win the case. So, all you have to do to accept employment contract is suck my cock.”

Priscilla Johnston was flabbergasted at what Dwayne Williams was proposing she do. She had never in all her years cheated on Dennis. Yes, prior to getting serious with Dennis she had slept with two others in college, but as she sat there in front of her soon to be boss with a potential of becoming a millionaire in less than one year she had a decision to make. Some people would council that sucking a cock was not having sexual intercourse; therefore, it was ok to perform fellatio on someone you weren’t married to. She sat for a second thinking about his offer, how she knew she’d make more money than she and Dennis could spend in a lifetime. She hesitated for what seemed like an eternity and then reached for his cock. She was surprised at the weight of it. She had slept with two other men before meeting and marrying Dennis. None of the men were as endowed as the man standing in front of her. She let his cock rest on the palm of her left hand as she cupped her right hand and slowly began to massage the stiffening sex organ. Something happened to her she didn’t expect. She felt herself begin to get wet. She knew by holding Dwayne’s black manhood she had committed herself to performing the act of fellatio a second time. Only this time it would be not on a cold ice cream phallus, but on something much hotter to the touch. She continued stroking his cock when she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the head of Dwayne Williams’ circumcised cock into her mouth she knew she had in a sense just signed her employment contract.

“That’s exactly what I thought you would do, Priscilla. Your mouth looks so sweet wrapped around my cock,”

Dwayne said as his right hand caressed the soft tresses on the back of her head. Priscilla proceeded to take as much of his cock as she could. The girth of his manhood stretched and filled her mouth from the top of her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks were forced open to accommodate his size. Dwayne took her upper arms and directed her to grab his backside so she could slide his cock into and out of her mouth. She couldn’t take it all and decided that one hand was enough to signal how he should fuck her mouth, so she used the other to stroke the thick shaft between her lips and the opening of his suit pants. Priscilla continued to suck his cock and as he got more into it he became more verbally abusive.

“Yes, you white bitch. Suck a superior black cock. Show me that my offer to you was worth it. Come on bitch, suck my dick. I bet your husband doesn’t even come close to what is filling your sweet white bitch mouth. You dripping yet? Damn girl, suck it so the whole thing goes down your fuckin’ throat!!!”

Priscilla continued her oral ministrations on a cock that was the biggest she’d ever seen or much less had in her hand and mouth. She could feel him pressing when his cock to hit the back of her throat. She tried with all her might to fight the gag reflex as she felt the first time she coughed out his cock would be the last time she exerted any control over how deep he thrust into her throat. The shaft had three veins sticking out and the head was a color of purple she’d never seen before. She was amazed at how hard the shaft felt in her hand and how soft and pliable the head was against the roof of her mouth and on her tongue. She hoped he wouldn’t take her by the back of her head and force his cock down her throat. She’d never deep throated any of the three cocks she sucked before doing Dwayne’s. She closed her eyes and just continued to provide a warm wet place for her employer’s cock. At this point in time, enjoyment was not foremost in her mind. All she wanted to do was to get it over with.

Dwayne didn’t like that she closed her eyes. Using both his hands he grabbed each side of her head, stopped her from sliding up and down his shaft, and growled, “Don’t you dare close your eyes when you are providing oral pleasures. No matter how many times you suck my cock in the future, you will always look into my eyes and use your eyes to tell me how wonderful you feel about what you are doing to and for me. The cock you’re sucking today is definitely the only cock you’ll ever suck from today forward.”

With that he let go of her head and Priscilla looked up at him and continued to fellate him. She kept her beautiful eyes open and realized she had to get off the chair and on her knees to comply with his wishes. Without skipping a beat, she slipped of the chair and onto her knees in front of her boss. It made it easier for her to look up at him and continue to stroke and suck his cock. She didn’t know how long it would take him to cum and tried her hardest to make it happen as quick as humanly possible. Priscilla increased the speed of her hand on his shaft in concert with the increase in speed of her head moving up and down the hardening shaft.

“Yes… Keep it up, Priscilla. Oh, God, a CSO and now a CSC… God, yes, I anoint you my Cock Sucker in Chief… Don’t stop now. Yes, yes, yes…”

Priscilla felt the shaft thicken in her hand and the head expand in her mouth. She knew he was going to explode in her mouth in just a few seconds. Taking his cock deep one last time, she felt the bottom of his cock begin to pulse as his cum rose from his balls to mix with the fluid produced by his prostrate gland. She kept just the helmet head in her mouth and let him spew his juice while she used both hands to stroke and masturbate him. The whole time she continued to look up at him and noticed that he had closed his eyes as he ejaculated seven strong ropes of cum into her mouth. She had a hard time keeping up with his orgasm and only though a mighty effort did swallow all but a small amount that dribbled down her chin. She felt him begin to soften and released his cock from her hands and let it slip out of her mouth.

Dwayne looked down at the woman he just hired to be his top executive salesperson, smiled, took his right index finger and scooped up the little bit of him that hung just below her lower lip. He took the finger and offered it to her, “Now Priscilla take my finger into your mouth and finished eating what dribbled down your chin.” Priscilla opened her mouth and sucked the digit in. She moved her head twice back and forth, swallowed, and released his finger.

Dwayne didn’t even think about putting his cock back in his pants. He bent over and slipped his hands under Priscilla’s arms and easily lifted her to a standing position. She stood without fighting or making a fuss about what had just happened between them. Dwayne could see something in her eyes and pulled her close to him. He didn’t care that she had just swallowed his cum, so he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. He could feel her response to his kiss course through her body. Her body was telling him that she was not afraid to be close to him and that she was accepting of his advances. Dwayne used his tongue to force open her mouth and began the oral mating of their tongues. Priscilla responded by taking his tongue in her mouth and then using her lips to suck it just like she and done with his massive cock. She pressed her hips forward acknowledging her desire to have him between her legs and inside her.

Then without warning she pushed away from him. Priscilla Johnston had just broken several of the Ten Commandments and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Priscilla Johnston had just had sex outside her marriage. She stood looking at Dwayne Williams standing in front of his desk with a now flaccid cock hanging from the open fly of his suit pants. “I think we’d better call it a day, Dwayne. I don’t know what came over me, but the thought of not getting this job was paramount in my acquiescence to your request. Think you can put that snake back into your pants? I have to go home and prepare for my second day at work, considering I just did some very special salesmanship today.”

Dwayne took his black monster and put it back into his pants and zipped up, thus closing the door that he opened only fifteen minutes ago. He stared at the beautiful woman in front of him and thought he should apologize for what had occurred between them. He thought better of it and smiled as he said, “Priscilla Johnston it is a pleasure to have you in my employee. Be here tomorrow morning at 8:30 AM sharp. We’ll finalize the signing of your mployment contract, introduce you to your private secretary, and get you settled into your office.”

Priscilla Johnston smoothed her clothes, picked up her briefcase, and said, “I’ll be here promptly and now please hit the button to your electronic door so I may depart with my head held high.”

Dwayne Williams returned to his executive chair, sat, and reached under the desk to press the button that would open the door to his office. He watched his newest employee depart his office and with a smug attitude knew that she was going to be his to fuck at will. The only thing he had to control was his emotions, because he felt something he had never felt before. He knew that if he wasn’t careful he could fall in love with Priscilla Johnston.

The Explanation

Priscilla Johnston arrived at home just in time to see her husband Dennis finish setting the table for dinner. He hadn’t set up the small table in the breakfast nook, but the large cherry wood dining room table in the formal inning room. She noticed he had also taken out their bone china dinner settings, sterling silver utensils, and the leaded crystal stem wear. Although he was setting a table for a celebration feast, she had a pang of fear over what had occurred between her new boss and herself. She took a deep breath and said, “So, Denny you clairvoyant or are you just assuming that I was hired?

Dennis looked up, smiled, and replied, “Hi Cill!!! Yes, I just got this feeling that you accepted the position with Atlas Manufacturing; so, I broke out the celebratory dinner ware, because I know you took the job.” He walked over the where she was standing, placed his arms around her waist, pulled him to her, and planted a kiss on her lips. The lips that just an hour earlier had slid up and down the largest cock she’d ever seen in her life.

Priscilla didn’t really want to kiss him without first going upstairs to brush her teeth and gargle with Listerine. She allowed him to press his lips on her momentarily, but did not respond to the probing tongue and thrusting hips. Dennis didn’t stop trying to get his wife sexually aroused. He had planned to basically have sex with her on the dining room floor in celebration of her new job. He continued to press against her and didn’t take long for his cock to rise in his pants. Priscilla didn’t respond to his advances, broke his embrace, and said, “Dennis please, I need to go upstairs, wash, and change my clothes. I’m tired, want to relax, and have a quiet dinner.”

Dennis was floored by his wife’s lack of response to his advances. Priscilla never stopped, deterred or denied his advances or a sexual liaison. She was always responsive and available to him. He stepped back from her and just stared at her. He face was crestfallen and the erection that had grown is his pant was no more. “Priscilla, please, what is wrong? I thought we’d celebrate by making passionate love right here on the dinning room floor. Feel our bodies connected in the most passionate of dances. Your legs wrapped around my waist, me inside you, our mouths seeking each others, and my cock buried inside your hot love tunnel…”

Priscilla couldn’t take anymore of his sexual play. She needed to tell him the truth, but she knew now wasn’t the time. She had to get upstairs; away from the man she loved, and be alone to cleanse herself of what she had willing done. “Dennis, just go inside and finish dinner. Set the table in the reakfast nook. I’ll be down in ten minutes. I want to wash and change. I need a few minutes to unwind. Don’t argue with me, Dennis. Please, just do it.”

Dennis was dumbfounded. Priscilla never spoke to him like that before. She was always considerate of his feelings as he was of hers. He stood there as she turned away from him and walked to the stairway leading to the upper floor of their center hall colonial home. When he saw her disappear up the stairs he sighed and went into the kitchen to get the everyday dinnerware onto the table so they could eat where she asked him to. Priscilla took a bit longer than the ten minutes she had said it would take her to wash and change her clothes. When she did return she was wearing a baby blue running suit and a pair of Adidas pink and white running shoes. Even dressed as she was Priscilla Johnston could make a man stop in his tracks and stare. After all their years together, Dennis Johnston was absolutely floored by his wife’s beauty.

Dennis approached his wife, took her hand, and guided her to the breakfast nook where their dinner awaited. Sitting as they did across from each other they began to eat in silence. Dennis didn’t say anything to her and just divided up the lemon veal, asparagus, and spring mix salad putting on it a simple oil and vinegar dressing. He opened a bottle of Australian Shiraz and poured a glass for each. With each bite the silence grew on each of them. Never in their years of dating and marriage had the silence been so thick you could cut it with a knife. Dennis was the first to break the silence.

“Cill, would you please tell me what I did wrong?”

“Dennis, you did nothing wrong.” Priscilla paused, looked down at the plate of food in front of her, and said in barely a whisper, “I did.”

“What are you talking about? I know you terminated your employment with Silverstein Partners before you even had anything on the horizon. I’ve tried my hardest to find a job here in New York. I know you were disappointed when my father cut me out of the sale of his company. I didn’t argue with you when you decided that it would be good for your career to take the job in New York City with Silverstein Partners. Did you not get the job with Acme Manufacturing?”

“Jesus, Dennis!!! It has nothing to do with Acme Manufacturing. I was offered an executive package that any man or woman could only dream about. A base salary of 1.5 million dollars a year, company paid benefits, completely vested in the retirement program from day one, company car, and a bonus package that would make your hair stand on end. Dennis, I got more than I expected. It was the way I negotiated that is causing me to act the way I am.”

Dennis sat across from the woman he loved a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right hand. The moment the final words passed out of her mouth he dropped both. The clatter of the utensils made Priscilla jump as Dennis grabbed the edge of the table and just stared at his wife. It took a moment for him to regain his ability to speak and when he did, he screamed, “What the fuck are you talking about? What kind of negotiation where you involved in with, what the fuck is his name, yeah, I remember, Dwayne Williams!!! Well???”

Priscilla jumped for the second time since she arrived home. She watched Dennis’ face turn a crimson color and his hands grip the edge of the table even harder. For the first time since she first met him, Dennis exploded verbally raising his voice and actually scaring her. She saw for the first time Dennis as she’s never seen him before. His brothers were short fused as was his father, but Dennis maintained an even keel even through the toughest dilemmas. Now he sat across from her red faced, sputtering and waiting for an explanation.

Priscilla took a deep breath and spoke in what she hoped would be an even calming tone, “Dennis, I’ve never done anything like I’ve done today. I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I, I… I secured my job today by performing for my potential employer. He took me to lunch at a beautiful French restaurant and that is where it started.” She looked at Dennis expecting some sort of response or interruption, but none came.

She continued. “Dessert turned out to be a test of my ability to react to the unexpected. The owner brought out a plate with the dessert. On it was two pieces of fruit, ice cream, and a cream sauce. The ice cream was in the shape of a chocolate phallus and the cream represented… Well, you know what it represented. My task was to eat the ice cream without any utensils. Dennis, please… Do I need to explain what I had to do?”

Dennis had calmed down enough to respond to her, “Yes, you need to explain. You need to tell me everything.”

Priscilla looked down at the plate in front of her, back to his face, and continued, “Since I didn’t have any utensils to eat the dessert and Mr. Williams wanted me to solve his rather sophomoric problem; I stood up and basically performed fellatio on the chocolate ice cream phallus. I sucked an ice cream cock and didn’t even think twice about it.” Priscilla saw Dennis relax a bit and his hands let go of the table.

“So, you’re telling me you sucked an ice cream cock to show your potential employer that you could react to and solve the unexpected? Is that what bothered you so much you couldn’t make love to me?”

“Well, no Dennis. There’s more.” Again she waited for a verbal or physical response from her husband and when nothing was forthcoming she continued. “I confronted Mr. Williams and told him that if I passed his sophomoric test we’d better get back to his office so he could double whatever he was going to offer me. If I had failed his test, then he’d better bring my briefcase to me because I wasn’t going anywhere with him. When we returned to his office we continued our negotiations until he stood up, walked around his desk, and stood in front of me. I thought he was going to offer me his hand to seal the deal, but he did something totally unexpected.”

Dennis didn’t bite. He didn’t utter a word to her. He just sat across from her and waited for her to continue. Priscilla took a deep breath, let it out, and continued, “Mr. Williams is a very tall man. I’d estimate that he’s a good six foot six inches tall. He in excellent shape and I bet he works out seven-days-a-week. I’m digressing but Dennis, you need to know what I was confronted with. Dwayne Williams is probably, no definitely the best looking black man I’ve ever encountered and he was standing directly in front of me. He said it was time to seal the deal and proceeded to pull down the zipper of his pants. He pulled out his cock and commanded me to fellate him.”

Dennis shifted in his seat when he heard what his wife had just told him. Priscilla noticed that he wasn’t boiling over or coming across the table at her, so she continued, “His cock was, no is, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person. I took it in my hands and began to masturbate him. I waited a minute hoping he would say that was good enough, but I thought wrong. After playing with his growing and hardening cock for about three minutes, I leaned forward and took the purplish head into my mouth. He responded by placing his right hand on the back of my head and sighing. Dennis, I sucked his cock while looking into his deep black eyes. He came in my mouth. When he was done he welcomed me to his company. He didn’t care that I had just debased myself by performing fellatio on him. I’m so sorry Dennis!!!”

She noticed that Dennis just sat there staring at her. He shifted in his seat again and for the first time Priscilla realized that Dennis was turned on by her recounting of her sucking her new boss’ cock. “Dennis, say something to me.”

“Oh, my God, Cilla, that is so hot. I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time how hot it would be to see you with another man. But, a black man with a huge cock, that is even hotter!!!” Dennis couldn’t hide his excitement so he jumped up and that is when Priscilla saw that not only was he emotionally excited, but his cock was straining against the inside of his pants.

Priscilla screamed at Dennis, “You son-of-a-bitch. Look at you… You’re hard as a rock!!! How long have you been hiding that from me? Are you a uckin’ cuckold wannabe? And I was worried? Shit, Dennis… Tell me that you’re turned on by what I’ve done and that you want more.”

Dennis walked over to where she was sitting, undid his belt, opened his pants, and pulled them down with his underpants to reveal his rather mediocre sized testicles and his five inch erection. He didn’t care that the blinds were open, although no one could really see into their house it was something each of them never did – exhibit their genitals in public. Dennis stood in front of her and thrust out his hips trying to entice her to lean into him the way she did Dwayne Williams. Priscilla stared at him trying to control her anger and her need to reach out and twist his cock or his balls so hard he would lose his erection.

“Dennis, pull up your pants and sit down,” Priscilla growled at her husband. “I can’t believe that you would accept my indiscretion by sporting an erection, but I’ve learned you’re more of a loser than I thought.”

Dennis caught himself and did what she asked. He stepped back from his wife, bent over, and pulled up his pants. He then returned to the seat opposite his wife and revealed to her something that for all the money in the world she never would have thought of. “Priscilla, I don’t know how to you’re going to accept what I have to say, but here goes. For my entire life, I have been the brunt of my father’s and brother’s making fun of my average endowment. See Priscilla if you hadn’t already noticed, my father and brothers all have rather large packages. The never forced me to do anything homosexual with them, but they always made fun of how small I am. They were astounded that a woman of your beauty would fall for a man like me. To them, I was nothing more than a sexual wimp. And that is basically why they cut me out of the business and their success. The only thing that I outdid them all with was you. To keep you mine, I’d do anything you’d ask of me. I love you that unconditionally.”

She saw something she never thought she’d see from Dennis. He sat there with tears in his eyes and the same rolling down his cheeks. Dennis Johnston had just revealed to the love of his life the one thing that could make her end up hating him. His failure to continue his education or use what intelligence he had to find a decent job frustrated her to no end. Up until today, she didn’t care that his penis was not the largest one she’d had prior to marrying him. Sex was satisfactory and not the most important thing in her life or between them, but seeing him erect and hot over her sucking another man’s cock was upsetting and disgusting to her. She sat across from her husband fuming and seeing him crying and in essence telling her he would do anything for her, she finalized in her mind that she would take charge of their relationship. She would be the dominant one and make him into the wimp he thought his family wanted him to be.

“Dennis, I’ve made a decision and you’re not going to like it, but at the same time you may actually get emotionally and sexually excited by it. I have told you that since I committed myself to you, I have never done anything to jeopardize our relationship and marriage. Today, I did and from your reaction, I could have from the day I met you. I was forced by Dwayne Williams to look into his eyes as I fellated him. At first, I did everything to keep myself divorced from the act I was performing; but something clicked when he was looking down at me and I knew that I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his twelve inches inside more than my mouth. I was hoping that when I got home and got close to you again I would put such thoughts out of my head. How you reacted to my telling you of my indiscretion solidified my desire to have Dwayne. And, I’m informing you now that you are nothing more than a cuckold in this relationship.”

Dennis sat across from her with his mouth hanging open trying to figure out how he should react to his wife’s telling him that she was going to take her boss as her lover. He fought the sexual desire that was coursing from his brain to his crotch. He noticed that Priscilla did nothing to hide her disgust for him and just sat there waiting for his response. She lightly tapped her fingernails on the table in annoyance as she waited. Dennis didn’t want to disappoint her, but he didn’t want to say the wrong thing to her and totally crucify himself.

“Cilla,” he whispered.

Priscilla smacked the table with her right hand and pointed her index finger at him, “Don’t you dare use your pet name for me. From this moment on in our relationship, you address me as Priscilla or you can take your weak ass out of my house.”

Dennis didn’t flinch, but knew that he was now going to see a side of his wife that he never saw before. “Yes. Priscilla, I understand. I know that I’ve made a mess of your telling me of your indiscretion by getting sexually excited. I have to ask you, Priscilla, what is a cuckold and what does that mean for me?”

“A cuckold my dear Dennis is a man who has an unfaithful wife. I am that woman in the sense that I just fellated my boss in an attempt to guarantee my executive position. Now, I’m definitely going to be that woman, a total cuckoldress, when I lay on my back and feel my lover take me for the first time of what I hope will be many times in the future. You will not do anything about it and will accept whatever I or maybe even Dwayne tells you to do. You can assume that whatever you father and brothers did to you in the past, will be nothing compared to what you will suffer through with me in the future.”

“Oh my God,” screamed Dennis. “Where did this dominance arise from? In all the years we’ve been together, we’ve never asserted any form of dominance over one another. I was so careful not to tread on your career or your life. Now, I’m relegated to some minor role as you open yourself up to your new boss. What about our having children and raising them together? What about growing old together? What about my deep soulful love of you and our life together?”

“You decided to put all that in the shitter Dennis when you stood in front of me with that what I now know to be a rather less-than-average erection trying to get me to suck you the way I did Dwayne. Your actions this evening so far has done nothing to make me want to even touch you again. If I have, what I know will be a man making love to me in the future; you will have to satisfy your sexual needs through masturbation or not at all. Don’t think I’m going to let you find a lover or some crack addicted prostitute to satisfy your needs. Your sexual satisfaction is of no concern of mine and from this point on, I will control if, when, and how you have an orgasm.” Priscilla had thrown down the gauntlet and she waited for her soon to be useless husband’s response.

Dennis laid his head down without thinking that the plate of food was still in front of him. He moaned and began to cry. He felt his entire world come crashing down on him. His heart raced and his body shook from the stress he was feeling from his wife’s pronouncement. His life was now where his father had told him it would be on the day of his wedding, married to a beautiful woman without any way to provide for her economically, and more importantly sexually. Dennis looked up at Priscilla, his face covered in lemon sauce and clarified butter, “Priscilla, please reconsider. All I have done this evening is for you. I have told you the truth about me. Don’t destroy our marriage.”

Priscilla stood up and walked over to the other side of the small breakfast nook table. She picked up his linen napkin and began to gently wipe his face clean. She smiled at him as she cleaned his face of the food and his tears. Dennis relaxed as her hand gently wiped clean his face and she felt the stress depart his body. When his face was as clean as it was going to get, she took her left hand, placed it under his chin, raised his face to hers, and she placed a kiss lightly on his forehead. She spoke softly to her husband, “Dennis, nothing you do is going to change how I feel about you. I have and will always love you. I have and will always take care of you economically and medically. I will not take care of you sexually. I have found something I’ve never had before and I’m going to bring it as much pleasure as it gives me. Don’t start crying again because that will be the proof to me that you cannot handle our marriage going forward. You have to commit yourself to me.”

Dennis looked up at his wife and whispered, “Commit myself?”

“Yes, Dennis. Commit yourself to our marriage in its new form. Pledge your undying love for me by showing me how much you’ll do for me no matter how distasteful it may be to you. By doing that, you’ll never have to worry about anything other than pleasing me in any manner I see fit to ask of you.”

“Priscilla, I pledge my unconditional love to you and commit myself to you to do as you ask me.” Priscilla smiled down at her husband, placed her hands on the back of his head, and pulled him close to her. She held him and used her right hand to caress the back of his head and neck. Dennis just sat in the chair and did not respond to his wife by trying to hold her hips and legs in his arms. Priscilla felt herself starting to rub his face against the area of her body between her hips. She took her right hand off Dennis’ head and slowly peeled down the sweat pants she was wearing. Although she hadn’t asked Dennis to, he gently moved his hands to a position that would allow him to aid in her quest. He took a deep breath and took in the sweet fragrance of her now exposed sex.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Priscilla had gotten a bit turned on by her husband’s acceptance of his new position in their marriage. She lifted up her right leg to allow Dennis to remove the pant leg over her running shoe. With her legs free, she opened them and placed his face into her crotch. She cooed to her husband, “Kiss me. Make me feel as good as I made Dwayne feel this afternoon.” Dennis stopped for the briefest of moments at hearing her tell him to do to her what she did to her boss.

Dennis used his hands to ease a bit further open his wife’s legs and positioned himself under and between them as his tongue began to caress her damp honey pot. Priscilla kept herself trim but not bare. His tongue sort out the sweet honey that gathered between the lips of her pussy. From the first time he performed cunnilingus on Priscilla up to and including the act he was about to perform, he absolutely loved the taste of the fluids her sex produced. His tongue sought the lower portion of her vagina where he knew a good amount of her liquid would be waiting for him. His father and brothers may have made fun of his ( to them ) a lack of cock length and girth, but what they didn’t know about him was his deft ability at using his tongue to slice through a woman’s labia in search of her fluids and to ultimately caress her clitoris. That was exactly what he was doing now and he knew Priscilla would not be able to orgasm standing where she was.

“You know how much I love to have you make oral love to my pussy. I can feel your tongue seeking my juices. Taste me Dennis. Taste me the way I tasted Dwayne’s precum. I didn’t tell him how much I loved the taste of his ejaculate. I will… Oh, my, Dennis, you like that, I can feel you seeking my juice so you can let it flow down your throat. I know you’re in need to taste me.” She knew she wouldn’t last without some support behind her, so, as he husband used his tongue to bring her off, she moved ever so carefully to place herself between him and the edge of the table. Once she had her backside supported by the edge of the breakfast nook table she opened her legs and used her hands to force his mouth against her sex.

Dennis shifted with her and continued to lick her now soaking twat, but he was surprised that she took his head and positioned it so the bridge of his nose was pressed against her clitoris. Priscilla took control of the sex act and began to literally hump his face. She used the position of his nose to excite her clit and masturbate herself against his face. Dennis tried to extricate himself form the position she put him in, but her strength and need to orgasm kept him there forcibly. He resigned himself to be used as a nose dildo as Priscilla rubbed her now open cunt all over his nose and mouth.

“Get used to it Dennis. This is the only sex you’re going to have with me. Your mouth and nose bringing me off without concern who has been inside me and what they left in me. Do it Dennis!!! Make me cum!!!”

Dennis just let her rub herself all over his face until he felt her legs tighten and her liquid flow more freely. He wished he was sucking it deep into his mouth and swallowing, but he had to content himself with her using his face to masturbate. Through the entire masturbation act, Priscilla thought of what it would be like to have Dwayne insider her, pounding his magnificent cock into her open pussy. She exploded as the thought of him ejaculating into her racking her body with the ebb and flow of orgasmic pleasure. Dennis couldn’t believe how tight she held his head into her crotch as she exploded against his face. She released the hold on his head as she descended from the crescendo of her sexual release. Priscilla Johnston had just orgasmed over the thought of her boss fucking and coating her insides with his cum.

Priscilla looked down at her husband and could see he was futilely trying to keep from playing with himself. “If you want to cum Dennis, stand up and do it in front of me. Masturbate yourself and tell me how hot it is thinking that soon you’re going to be cleaning up your cum from your hand. Yes, Dennis, if you decide to jerk off now no matter where your cum lands you’ll have to lick it up.”