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“I like long slow build-ups — this story is no exception. If you want to go straight to the action, head for Week 5. Comments and criticisms are always welcome. Please let me know what you think — and thanks for reading. ”

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I was rather surprised to receive the voice mail. I had not heard from Aaron in over two years.

“Marcus. Aaron here. It’s been awhile. Listen, I’ve got a project for you. I don’t know if you heard that Carol and I got divorced over a year ago. You may have seen something in the gossip columns. Hey, it just didn’t work out. But I’ve moved on and remarried — lovely girl named Anika — stole her off the runway. Anyway, we’ve bought a top floor condo in a new high-rise in West Chelsea — a vanilla box — has great views, but needs tons of work. I’m traveling a lot right now and we need to get this thing going and get out of our loft in Tribeca. I figured it would be a good project for Anika. Can you take it on? I took the liberty of setting up an appointment for you to take a look with the realtor and Anika next Thursday. Hope you can make it. Call me and I’ll give you a few more details. Thanks.”

Aaron is the manager of a high flying international hedge fund and travels the world. I had, in fact, read about his well publicized divorce, but was certainly unaware that he’d found a new bride.

As an interior designer specializing in the high end residential market in New York, I’m pretty inured to the ups and downs of married life among the rich and famous. In fact my network and contacts are constantly expanding as marriages falter and the parties move on to new relationships.

I had designed a major renovation for Aaron and Carol, his second and last wife, several years back. He had been a great client and wasn’t afraid to spend the money necessary to do the job right.

I gave him a call back and he filled me in on his last year. The divorce had been nasty, but he was able to give Carol a sizable settlement and still not affect his lifestyle in any significant way. His fund was doing great, but its international focus was taking him on the road constantly. His new bride had a fashion and modeling background and he knew a project like this would keep her mind off his absence and give her something to sink her teeth into.

“Let her enjoy the process,” he told me. “And just send me the bills.”

So I agreed to take on the project and to meet Anika on site the following Thursday. I had no idea this would be unlike any project I had ever gotten involved with.

WEEK 1

Thursday came and I arrived on schedule at an address in the West 20s to find a newly constructed condo building sitting very close to the Hudson River. It was in an up-and-coming section of Manhattan that was home to quite a few new buildings catering to the crowd looking for the next hot neighborhood. I was to meet Anika and the realtor in the lobby. I had worked with the realtor, Sally, before and knew she’d have all the details. As I entered the lobby I saw Sally standing with a tall, statuesque black woman. Aaron had left out that particular detail, but I could certainly see why he’d been taken with her. She was a stunning beauty and had a regal bearing. I sauntered up to the two, said hello to Sally and introduced myself to Anika.

“Anika, I presume. I’m Marcus. Very pleased to meet you.”

She smiled demurely and held out her hand, gripping mine with a firm warm handshake. “Hi Marcus. Aaron has told me so much about you. I’m very pleased we’ll be working together.”

She was dressed in very expensive designer clothes. She had a long, lean athletic body, but I could see she had a very ample bust and an exquisite rear end. It was her beautiful face, however, that really drew my attention: big eyes, full lips, delectable chocolate skin, and perfect bone structure. She was gorgeous.

Sally filled me in on the apartment as we rode the elevator. I could feel Anika’s eyes on me as we ascended to the top floor. The doors opened, I let the women off before me and watched Anika’s beautiful ass sway as she stepped into her future home. I took a look around and knew this was going to be a fun project. The views to the south and west were exceptional. As I surveyed the loft type space I again felt Anika checking me out. I didn’t mind.

I’m well into my forties, but I take care of myself and feel quite comfortable in my skin. I’ve been divorced for five years and when I’m not working, I’m working out, taking my stress out at the gym. At the moment I felt in control and I listened intently as Sally laid out the parameters for the building.

As we walked through the empty space I kept stealing glances at Anika. I didn’t want her to see me watching her, as I’d noticed her watching me, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Her skin was a rich dark brown and looked like it would be smooth and silky to the touch. Her long black hair cascaded well over her shoulders in long rivulets of tight wavy curls. Her eyes were large and the whites of her eyes contrasted vividly with her dark chocolate skin. When she smiled her glossy white teeth glistened against her full wet lips. Aaron had certainly done quite well for himself. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to kiss her.

At one point I was looking at her as she stood in profile taking in the view across the Hudson. She turned her head suddenly and looked straight at me. She’d caught me looking, she knew it, and she smiled at me in a very subtle way and then looked back away so I could continue my admiring gaze.

As we surveyed the large open space I began to ask Anika questions about what she and Aaron were looking for in their new home. She spoke eloquently and with just a hint of an accent I couldn’t quite place. She was quick, smart and knew what she wanted. She asked about how the process would work and I outlined the steps we’d take to a complete project.

“Once we’ve got good existing floor plans we’ll need to establish a program and then we can begin to do some serious design work. I like to meet once a week to keep these kinds of projects on course.”

Anika smiled and said she could certainly work out some sort of weekly meeting time and she’d like to get the process started as soon as possible. We set an appointment for the following Thursday at her loft in Tribeca so we could discuss program and look at some of the existing conditions in their present space.

I usually assign these kinds of projects to one of my associates once I get them going. But I felt like this was one project I might keep all to myself. There was something interesting brewing. We bade our goodbyes and I left the two women to talk as I headed back to the office. I was already looking forward to next Thursday.

WEEK 2

I didn’t have much to do to prep for our next meeting, so the week slipped by — early May does that — and suddenly I found myself in a cab that next Thursday being whisked down toward lower Manhattan to survey the retreat where Aaron had taken refuge with his lovely new wife. We pulled up to a 6 story cast iron building in a very chic street in Tribeca. I tipped the cabbie generously, grabbed my briefcase, and headed up the steps to the front door of their loft building.

I pressed the button for 6B and Anika’s sweet voice came over the intercom. She buzzed me in and I took the elevator up to the sixth floor. I approached, knocked gently on the door and it slowly opened. Anika’s smiling face appeared from behind the door and I returned her smile and greeting as I entered her space. We shook hands politely, but I could feel the heat of her skin as she clasped my hand.

She looked even better than I remembered and had dressed much more casually than our last meeting. Her hair was pinned up on top of her head, exposing her long, gracious neck and delicate facial features. She wore skintight jeans, a thin light green cashmere sweater and heels. She looked to be around 5′-7″, but the heels brought her within inches of my six foot frame. The cashmere lay smoothly on the swell of her very full breasts.

She welcomed me in and led me toward the kitchen area. The loft was a big wide open space with high ceilings and tall double hung windows that looked out onto the Tribeca cityscape. We circled the large granite island in the kitchen and she offered me some tea, which I accepted. I looked around the loft and made mental notes. My eyes kept drifting back to Anika as I took in her womanly shape.

The jeans flared from her tiny waist, caressed her round ass and hugged her cheeks tightly. They also puckered snugly into the crease between her legs, accentuating the round fleshy folds of her mound. They were very tight and left very little to the imagination. I tried very hard to ignore her and look elsewhere.

The purpose of our meeting today was to discuss the program and lay out their desires for the new space. Anika spoke intelligently and with a sweet tenor to her voice. She was certainly educated and very focused. We reviewed their needs and wants and then toured the existing loft to look at existing furniture and rugs they might want to incorporate into the renovation.

When we got to the master bathroom Anika pointed out the huge whirlpool tub. It was six feet long, at least four feet wide and had mirrors on three sides and lots of nooks and shelves with candles. A skylight above bathed the area with natural light.

“Looks like you’ve got every angle covered in this tub,” I stated carefully.

“I love to soak in this tub — the mirrors, the candles — it’s the best,” Anika replied. I imagined her lounging in a bubble bath and had to catch myself from drifting off into fantasy land.

We spent the next hour talking about the project and I took copious notes. I was doing my best to maintain my professional demeanor, but Anika was slowly having an effect on me. I vowed to treat her like any other client and I played it straight for the remainder of our meeting. We confirmed plans to meet in a week when I would have some rough sketches for her to review. We parted ways and I looked forward to diving into the design.

WEEK 3

I spent the next few days sketching ideas for Aaron and Anika’s apartment. While I followed the process I’d used countless times before, I couldn’t help but fantasize about Anika and how she would use these spaces. I drew the large tub surround she had requested and daydreamed about her bathing her exquisite body in the hot swirling water — watching herself in the mirrors. I was having a hard time maintaining perspective. But I was certainly looking forward to seeing her and sharing my ideas.

I loaded up my presentation on Thursday morning and taxied downtown. Anika buzzed me up and I felt the anticipation build as I headed up the elevator. She opened the door with a huge smile on her face and a warm handshake. She was dressed in a pair of black tights, her usual high heels and a tight, low-cut top that hugged her breasts and clearly displayed her impressive cleavage. She had to be a full C cup and the thin straps of her bra paralleled the straps of her top. I could just detect the tips of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top. She looked very casual, but very sexy, and seemed to enjoy showing off her wonderful attributes.

We perched on stools at the kitchen island and I pulled out my sketches. I began to describe the floor plans and Anika tucked in rather close to me so she could see the drawings. I could smell her perfume and had a hard time concentrating on what I was trying to say. I wanted to reach out and take her in my arms — ravage her right there on the counter. But I didn’t. I maintained my cool, such as it was. She was quite adept at reading plans and made a number of good criticisms and comments. I pulled out my roll of trace and a pen and began to sketch some of her ideas.

“I love to watch you draw, Marcus. It’s so much fun.”

I sketched fluidly and my pen skimmed over the trace as I interpreted her comments into a new solution. We pushed and pulled the plan, revising and evolving the design to meet their needs.

At one point her cell phone rang and she took the call. She stood in the kitchen absorbed in her conversation. I pretended to be thinking and drawing. But I was secretly admiring Anika’s body. It was slender, but curvy. Her ass was full and round and flared seductively from her slender waist. The tights she was wearing came down to mid-calf and left less to the imagination than the jeans she had worn the previous week. She couldn’t possibly be wearing anything underneath them. Her breasts pushed forth proudly from her torso and were perfectly shaped.

Her voice made me melt and she moved with a grace of someone secure in her appearance. Her dark skin looked soft and luxuriant in the morning light and I wanted to reach out and stroke her. While I did my best to be subtle in my glances, she knew I was checking her out and she moved and twisted and turned to show off her body from every angle. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

She hung up the phone, looked at me and grinned knowingly. I smiled back meekly, knowing how transparent my thoughts were. She bent over the counter as we talked and it took every ounce of fortitude to look her in the eye as we talked and not stare at her delicious cleavage. Her eyes never left mine and I felt like she was daring me to look. I resisted.

We discussed next steps and I thought it might be a good idea to hit some showrooms for our next meeting to test out some of our ideas and begin to think about finishes and furniture. I agreed to swing by at ten next Thursday and take her on a whirlwind tour of some of New York’s most exciting showrooms. Anika was thrilled at the idea and we parted with thank yous and cordial good byes. The following week couldn’t come too soon as far as I was concerned.

WEEK 4

Aaron was home that weekend and gave me a call on Sunday night to check in.

“Marcus. The design looks great. Thanks so much. Anika is having a great time. This project has really got her going. I couldn’t keep up with her this weekend.”

“Thanks, Aaron. Well, I’m enjoying it too and Anika has a great eye, so the end product is going to something special. Would you like to get together so I can go over it with you?” I asked.

“No need, Marcus. I’m leaving again on Tuesday. Anyway, I trust you. And Anika is all over it, so if she’s happy, I’m happy. Keep up the good work.” He hung up and I suddenly felt very guilty for the thoughts I’d been having about his wife. I would keep this thing on the up and up from here on out.

On Thursday I took a cab down to pick up Anika and we headed over to the Design Center. She looked stunning in a long tight skirt that accentuated her fabulous ass and a small top that hugged her breasts and barely exposed her smooth flat tummy. Her hair was down and she smelled and looked divine. She seemed so adept at walking in heels and they accentuated the line and curve of her body.

It was interesting to watch other people as we strolled through the Design Center. Everyone looked at her (I didn’t notice anyone checking me out) and some people, women as well as men, just flat out stared. I mentioned this phenomenon to her and she smiled.

“I don’t even notice it anymore. I guess when you come from a fashion and modeling background, you’re so used to people looking at you that it doesn’t seem out of the ordinary,” she said matter-of-factly.

We hit every floor and looked at tile, furniture, kitchen cabinets, carpeting, plumbing fixtures, the works. It was a full morning and we needed a break. We had a few showrooms to hit in Manhattan so I hailed a taxi and had the cabbie drop us in midtown at a little bistro I like for lunch. It was here over a light meal and a bottle of wine that we started to get to know one another beyond the project focus that had characterized our interactions to date.

I found out she had grown up in the Ivory Coast, spent her high school years in Paris and then had attended college in North Carolina. Her fascinating accent seemed a blend of all these places. She had moved to New York to do some modeling and had parlayed that into a position with one of the national fashion magazines. She had met Aaron at a charity function sponsored by her magazine and he had zeroed right in on her. While she still did some consulting work here and there, her marriage to a wealthy man was clearly bringing on a new stage of life for her where working could become a matter of choice rather than necessity. Their whirlwind romance had ended up in a third marriage for him and her first.

“How is life with Aaron?” I queried.

“Oh, it’s wonderful in many ways — the money, the travel, getting to do projects like this one. But he travels an awful lot, so I’m finding I spend a lot of time alone. He was home this weekend and I tried to make up for lost time. But he was tired and jet-lagged and just wanted to vege. I guess I’m getting used to the travel thing and I do get to travel with him some. But thank God for my vibrator.”

She seemed immediately embarrassed by her admission — a little wine talking I guess. So she immediately switched subjects.

“What about you?” she asked.

I gave her the five minute synopsis of my career, marriage and divorce. I had grown up in Westchester, attended school in the city, worked my way up through the ranks of several high profile firms and married the daughter of a well-known and high-powered lawyer. It was with her help that I had started my own firm, but the time pressures of starting a new and very demanding business didn’t sync up very well with the demands of a marriage. I had gone through an amicable divorce five years earlier and had played the field since then.

“You must have a girlfriend, or girlfriends?” Anika asked.

“Well, my business just doesn’t leave much time for complicated relationships. I have a few women I see socially, but nothing with any serious strings attached.”

“I can’t believe with all the single women in New York that someone hasn’t snagged a talented guy like you.”

“That’s very nice of you to say. I just haven’t met the right lady. Guess I’m not as lucky as Aaron,” I said. She smiled appreciatively.

We continued to talk about our personal lives and I got the impression she was starved for some intimate conversation. I kept staring into her beautiful face and listening to her lyrical voice. Her full, soft lips glistened with lipstick and were driving me crazy. I kept imagining what it would look like to have my cock slipping in and out of her mouth while she looked at me with her big, brown eyes. I tried to keep my thoughts in line, but I couldn’t sit so close to Anika without thinking about sex.

We finished lunch, hit a few more showrooms and headed south in a cab to drop her off at her loft. I pulled out a couple of brochures in the backseat of the cab to discuss some selections with her. She snuggled up close and I had a hard time concentrating. Her thigh pressed up against mine and I felt her full bosom mash against my arm. Her smell was intoxicating. We finally pulled up in front of her building.

“Do you want to come up?” she asked quizzically? She arched her brow and leaned in for an answer.

“I really need to get into the office for an hour or two,” I replied. “I’ll see you next Thursday.”

She leaned in and gave me a very soft kiss on the lips. It was barely a peck, but the signal it was sending was loud and clear. Her lips were soft and pliant and I got an immediate hard-on.

“Thursday, then,” she said softly.

She strode off toward the lobby. I watched her hips sway and her ass wiggle as she walked away and I realized that our next meeting would be a crossroads.

WEEK 5

The next week went by at a snail’s pace. I felt like a high school kid looking forward to the big Friday night date. I hadn’t been smitten like this in a long time. I worked on the plans and details all week and had a great presentation to show her. I arrived right on time, a tube of drawings under my arm, and I waited for her to let me in. She opened the door and gave me that big beautiful smile of hers. I could hear smooth jazz wafting through the air coming from hidden speakers.

Finally felt his balls gathering for a fierce explosion. He pulled his swollen cock out of her cunt and shoved his cock in her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around him and wanked his cock furiously Jim’s balls exploded and he splashed his cumm into her throat. Nancy mewed and purred as she drank his cumm up greedily.

She wanted to return to her room. She didn’t even ask about the money. She was fucked out of her mind. She had received maddening pleasure and it scared her. She tried to get away but Jim grabbed her hand and yanked her into his arms. He lit a blunt and they shared it. Then he fed her his dick again. He fucked her once more before finally letting her stagger to her room. She was exhausted but happy, and so was he.

Chapter three: White Country Folk

The following day, Jim was broken into his Uncle’s business. The old guy was all modernized, his computer had a time table, which told him when to visit which garden,what to take with him and what to do. He worked about twenty gardens in their small town and three neighboring ones. Most were monthly or fortnightly, and only a few were weekly or even twice weekly. The work was usually light. Abe commissioned other people for cutting hedges and trees. His work load was light as well. Jim would have most week afternoons free.

Jim loaded up his Uncle’s truck under the guy’s watchful eyes. They drove to several homes together, where Jim was introduced to the house owners, mainly housewives, all of them white. They were of varying ages. They were polite but hardly cast him a second glance. In fact, a couple of elder ones were cautious with him. However, they all seemed to be familiar with Abe. Abe introduced Jim as his new employee, and said if he messed up, to call him.

For the rest of the week, Abe insisted on coming along and watching over Jim. Jim did his best to pay attention and work carefully until the old guy was satisfied. In his second week, Abe did not even come along, although he called every customer and inquired if Jim had been up to shit.

In the evenings, Jim always relaxed with Rachel. They would kiss and fondle each other but she would not let him fuck.

After she was asleep, Jim would sneak into Nancy’s room and fuck the shit out of her. She was developing a keen lust for his cock and his hard, thorough fucking. She had never been fucked this good by her country boy lovers. She became addicted to the stud from NYC who made her cumm constantly. She did whatever he wanted. He had her licking his balls and taking dick up the ass. He ordered her tiny thongs over the Internet, and insisted she only wait for him in a tiny thong which he could easily pull to the side and penetrate her.

Jim had no problem with most of the customers. They were polite but stayed out of his way and let him do his job.

The only customer he did not like was a white woman named Emmi She was a tall, slim, white snob who lived in an impressive mansion. His Uncle told him she had married rich. The first time he had noticed her, he was doing her rose bushes and saw her strut to her pool, dressed in a conservative but hot two piece bikini. He had stopped dead in his tracks. She was too skinny for his taste, but he couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to slide his dick up in her slim, golden tanned white body. He had fucked a few slender, tall, lithe black women and had always liked watching his thick, fat cock split their tiny pussies and ass holes. He reckoned Emmi would make such a beautiful sight, with his long, black dick splitting her rich, white pussy. He cupped and squeezed his balls.

Right then, Emmi turned and saw him. He hurriedly went back to work, but not before seeing the poisonous, baleful look she cast him. She was one of the few customers whose garden he had to do twice a week and she seemed to spend a lot of time at home. Therefore, he saw a lot of her. And she never returned his greetings. She would only sneer at him. Jim decided the bitch had issues with black people.

When he mentioned her to his Uncle he chided him, saying Emmi’s husband was rich, important and paid generously.

One day, Jim was working at the back of the house. Shielded from his view, Emmi strut to her pool for an early morning swim. She glided through the aqua blue pool like a golden fish. Her maid, a young, petite Mexican who was dressed in a thick, long, drab and dreary uniform, waited at the steps with towels. When Emmi climbed out of the pool, water cascading from her thick, round, perfect breasts, Connie, the maid gave her a towel. Emmi dried herself and the maid gave her a health drink.

Emmi then lay on her belly on a prepared deck chair and her maid oiled and massaged her back. She removed her bra and made Connie oil her front as well, leaving her golden tanned legs, belly and thick, proud breasts glistening. Emmi dismissed Connie with the wave of a hand. She set her alarm clock for half an hour, pulled shades over her eyes and sunned herself. She spread her thighs and started breathing evenly.

Suddenly, Jim, carrying a shovel, walked around the hedge, onto the pool area. He wore a baseball cap on his head, casting shadow over his handsome, clean shaved face. He was dressed in a tight vest, cut off denim shorts, and gardening boots. His dark, well defined and muscular arms, chest, thighs and legs were covered lightly in sweat.

As he saw the reclining white beauty, Jim stopped dead in his tracks and he did a sudden, sharp intake of breath. As she did not react and her chest was evenly rising and falling, Jim figured she was asleep. He leered at the blond woman. Her tanned body was glistening so alluringly, like crisp, grilled chicken. Her fine, bared tits were standing upright, pointing at the sky, her thick, swollen nipples jutting like tiny rockets. Her thighs were parted and her tight bottoms were cupping a fine mound between her long, silky thighs. Her pussy lips were plastered to the thin material.

As he leaned forwards to get a better look of her cunt, he licked his lips and exclaimed softly, “Damn! What a fine white bitch! I would bust that skinny white ass for sho!”

Emmi jumped with shock. She cursed aloud and sat bolt upright, going crimson. She hastily snatched a towel and covered her breasts. She glared angrily at the black man.

“What the fuck! Jim! Come here at once!” She shot to her feet, and pointed right before her. Keeping his eyes averted, he dragged his feet to Emmi, who glowered at him. She exploded with arrogant anger.

“You’re fucking peeping at me! I don’t fucking believe this!”

“Sorry ma’am. I just wanted to checking if the hedge needed cutting,” he said in an apologetic voice.

Emmi was only livid and disgusted. “What the hell Jim. You’re a nothing but a dirty gardener! Know your fucking place! Dammit!!! I’m gonna have a word with your boss!”

Jim got very worried. “No please ma’am. I need this job! I am sorry. It will never happen again!”

Emmi snickered at him. “You are sorry now huh! You people are fucked up! You are like animals. Always shooting each other and selling drugs in the Ghetto. Get the fuck out my sight!”

A he walked away, she added under her breath, “Fucking worthless Nigger!”

Jim tensed in his stride. He heard her. But she did not care. As he disappeared, she grabbed her drink and downed it. Still livid, she picked up her things and walked to the house.

She had had reservations about some young black man prowling around her property. Everybody knew they were thieves and criminals. But Abe, his boss, was had assured her Jim was not like the others. He was a college student, and civilized.

Well, that did not seem so at all. On a couple of occasions before, she caught Jim pretending to work but leering at her, like some greedy sexual beast of prey. But he always did it so cleverly that she couldn’t quite confront him about it. She found it pretty irritating to be gawked at by a no good nigger. She made a note to call his boss later on and get him replaced. She hated it when lesser beings, like niggers, didn’t know their place. She ordered Connie to run her a bubble bath. As she luxuriated in her bubbly jacuzzi, Emmi stroked her cunt and finally gave her pussy the relief it needed. She came all over her fingers.

Jim was pretty pissed as he knocked off. That white woman had called him a nigger and he could not do shit about it.

It was early afternoon and he could go home to his Uncle and probably fuck Nancy. However, his Uncle was awake when he got there. The old guy wouldn’t even sleep until Nancy had to go and pick up the kids.

He was pissed at his dad, his Uncle, white people. He was even pissed at his cousin for not fucking him even though she wanted it. But most of all, he was pissed at Emmi He swore that he would fuck her white ass and choke her mouth with his big, black dick. Jim went outside in the garden and smoked mad blunts till supper.

Chapter four: reunion

Rachel returned around nine as usual. After bringing the kids to bed, the two of them retired to her living room. On this evening, she slipped into a backless, deep cut halter top that cupped her thick breasts and exposed their creamy chocolate tops, and a short, tight skirt.

As they shared a blunt, she noticed Jim’s irritation and inquired till he told her what had happened with Emmi Rachel told him that Emmi wasn’t shit. She had known her in school. She just happened to be some dumb snob that even other white girls hated. She wasn’t nothing, but had married the richest guy in town. She told Jim to just ignore her, but Jim swore he would fuck her.

“People in town don’t take much to black men fucking white women. Be careful.”

“Damn you! You don’t want this dick but you wont lemme give it to anyone either.” Jim snapped.

“You just pissed coz that white ho don’t want your black cock, you dumb Nigga!”

Jim glared at her and his anger made her gasp and pull back. Then he shot to his feet and yanked her up to hers. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her aggressively. Rachel melted into his arms and opened her mouth for his tongue. They French kissed for an eternity. They were soon fondling each other and rubbing crotches. Rachel pressed her hot fanny against the hard bundle in his cut off shorts.

Jim pulled her halter top off her big, creamy tits whilst his other hand bunched her skirt up around her hips, revealing her thick, round, chocolate bubble butt. He grabbed a tit and fondled it, running his thumb all over the fat, excited nipple. Rachel moaned and wrapped her arms around his head. Jim slid his big hand between her ass cheeks, to lewdly stroke her crack. Rachel moaned into his mouth, her body shuddering. The black southern bubble butt fished his cock out and started double fisting his long, thick, excited jet black shaft.

“Fuck you Rachel Go down and suck my fucking cock…” Jim growled and pushed her downwards.

“I told you we shouldn’t, Jim, you scanless Nigga!” Rachel protested as she was pushed down on her knees. Jim ignored her and shoved his rearing dick in her face.

She gasped. Her palms rose in slow motion to take his dick. She moaned as she rolled it between her palms. Then she wrapped her tongue around his thick, blunt head like an eel. Jim gasped and his knees almost gave.

“Yeah, bitch! Suck my big cock!” he groaned.

Purring and moaning she worshiped his dark cock with her glossy mouth. She gave him a wet, slobbering blow job.

“Shit! That’s it! Gobble up my cock!”

Jim mauls her thick tits with his large, dark hand, tweaking her huge nipples, making her swoon. Rachel gorged herself greedily on the thick veined pole, Jim towered over his cousin, feeding her his thick meat. She was holding the long, dark cock in her hands, stroking it and licking it like a tasty, delicious chocolate lolly.

She was so hungry and greedy for his meat. Rachel cries with sweet joy as she gobbled the big, black cock up. She grabbed his balls possessively and stroked and pulled on them. Then her fingers slid into his ass crack, stroking and probing him. Jim reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Rachel power stroked his cock as she sucked it, swirling her tongue around the spongy head. She bore down on him and fucked his cock with her throat, driving him insane. She gobbled the whole cock in her mouth and kept him lodged deep down in her throat, as she made gurgling noises. She was looking up with her big, beautiful brown eyes as she fucked him with her throat and it was exquisite.

She sucked him so good Jim thought he would die. She couldn’t get enough of his cock, she worshiped it reverently and attacked it voraciously. Jim was suddenly gripped by a desire to fuck the taste out of her mouth. He locked his fingers behind her head and force fucked her mouth till she was dizzy. She gurgled and groaned around his meat, willingly letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure.

“Ugh!! Ugh!!! Ummmfff! Ummffff! Ugh!!! Ugh!!!”

Jim fucked her mouth mercilessly, stuffing her full of hard cock, working away at his anger. Bubbles formed at her mouth from the hard fucking.

Then Jim pulled her to her feet and ripped off her clothes till she was naked except for her thong. He pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his shorts. He towered before her like a dark Adonis, hued out of jet black, shiny marble. Rachel moaned at the sight of his sexy, defined athletic body.

“Climb onto the couch bitch! I need to pump you full of this big cock!”

“No Jim. Just cumm in my mouth please!”

“Don’t fuck with me bitch!” Jim slapped her ass hard and pushed her.

Rachel climbed onto the bed and bent her ass over. Jim grabbed her hips and parted her thighs. He stood behind her and brought his thick, fat black cock to her shaved, bald, dark pussy. He rammed his thick meat home, plunging it deep inside her in one swift, smooth movement. The walls of her hot, wet, lubed cunt closed tightly around him. Rachel groaned and shuddered mightily.

“Mmmmm! Oh yes Jim! I need that big, hard cock. Please give it to me. Fuck your slut! She needs it bad!”

She rolled her hips gently back at Jim, swallowing his cock up in her warm moistness.

Jim was in paradise. He slapped Rachel’s thick ass cheeks as he pumped his cock in and out of her gripping, dripping hole. Her ass globes were like two engorged, ripe, bouncy, creamy melons. She was so flexible that it was so wonderful just to kneel over her, watching her body undulate, as her pussy danced around his cock. He got so hard and swollen, from just watching her do her thing.

Jim moaned hoarsely, “Yeah Rachel, throw that ass at me like I know you can, you hot bitch!” he gave that ass a smack.”

Rachel shot back at him, slamming her cunt onto his pole.

“Ah yes. Oh baby!!! Fuck me daddy!!!”

As he gazed into a wall mirror, Jim saw her pretty face all contorted with lust, her dark eyes narrowed down to slits. His own face was a mask of pure, carnal lust. He loved fucking Rachel and she loved taking his big, long cock.

Jim grunted and smacked her ass. “Go on baby, make that ass pop for me. Dance on my cock darling…”

Rachel raised her hips and made her ass pop and clap on his cock. She shook her thick butt like a salt shaker, pummeling his cock with her cunt. His cock sloshed and squelched in and out of that fat, hot cunt, looking like a black club.

Rachel moaned through gritted teeth, “O-o-o-o-H!! Yes baby! I feel you deep in my body!”

His cock leaped in her pussy and swelled even larger.

Rachel started popping her ass cheeks feverishly. The two melons whipped up and down, slapping into Jim’s shaved crotch loudly. Her stretched pussy literary beat Jim’s meat, swallowing it up entirely in her hot, tight velvet sheath. The pussy felt so good, like she has melted butter in there.

Jim slapped her thick cheeks and then grabbed onto them and rammed his cock deep into her.

Rachel’s rolled back into her head, “Ah yes! AH yes! A-a-a-a-a!”

Jim was incensed. “Shit bitch! That feels like you got a hand in there! Fuck! Gripping my fucking cock, massaging it, stroking it, milking it and shit. Take that fucking cock, whore!”

As Jim stabbed her pussy repeatedly, she started rearing like a stallion, throwing that ass back at him. Jim grabbed her by her dark hair and banged his cock repeatedly into her cunt.

Sweat dripped down his brow as Jim fucked his cousin. Finally his cock was so swollen and his balls were about to explode. Rachel felt him swell and harden, and pushed away from him, leaving his engorged cock jutting and rearing angrily, stabbing at the air.

“Not yet baby. Not yet!” she purred and scuttled around. Her fat, pretty lips closed over his cock, swallowing it all up in her drooling mouth. Rachel starts throwing herself bodily at his cock, as she fucked her mouth back and forth along his thick stem. Jim is mesmerized by her ass balloons, watching them wind and rotate, clench and unclench with her thrusts.

“Oh fuck yeah Rachel!!! Your a real slut! Yeah! Take that dick! Suck the skin off me…”

Jim pulled his gleaming, dark cock out of her mouth. He slapped her lips with it, and wagged it before her, teasing her. She chased after it. He let her suck it a couple of times, pulled it out and let her chase again.

Rachel snorted impatiently, “Don’t fucking play with me. I need that dick bad, Nigga!”

“No, you need to eat my ass first. Show me its still your favorite dish…”

He turned around and pulled his cheeks apart. Rachel grabbed his hips and dove into his crack. She licked up and down the dark cleft. Then she plastered her lips into his chocolate hole and sucked on it. She licked and tongue fucked his hole whilst he groaned and grunted from the heat of her tongue. Rachel moaned with relish, sinking her fingers into the dark cheeks as she plated Jim’s ass with gusto.

“Ah fuck yeah!” Jim grunted like beast in delirium.

Jim fucked her again, doggy style, hard and fast till he exploded in her pussy drenching it with his salty, thick cream. She scooped the cumm out of her hole and licked it off her fingers.

They retired to the bedroom where they shared a blunt as they lay in the spoon position. Jim soon entered her from behind and fucked her slowly, gently, as they kissed languidly over her shoulder and shared the blunt. Took her to several slow, gentle orgasms.

Finally, Jim wanted a hard, thorough fuck again. Rachel lubed his cock and her asshole, then he got her down onto the carpet. The athletic chick rolled onto her shoulders, throwing her legs in the air, doing a shoulder stand. She looked up at Jim, her upturned face smiling…

“Come and fuck my ass Jim. Dance in my hole Jim, make me cumm!”

Jim grabbed her legs and held them up as he straddled the apex of her thighs, dangling his dick over her upturned genitals. He slapped her cunt with his cock, then her ass crack. As Rachel shuddered, he inserted his penis into her puckered starfish. He slid in after a lil resistance.

He started moving his hips up and down vertically. Even in this upturned position, Rachel started winding her hips, rolling that ass around his cock. Jim held her up and stuffed her upturned hole full of his dick, again and again.

“Oh fuck, this is so beautiful…” Jim had to gasp.

“Oh yeah! Come here and let me taste you!” Rachel begged him.

Jim pulled his cock out of her, leaving her hole gaping. Rachel rolled onto her hands and knees and sucked his cock straight out of her asshole, moaning with relish.

Then she scuttled around and knelt before him, grabbing and parting her cheeks to offer him her gaping asshole.

“Fuck my ass Jim. Fuck me hard and fast Jim. Cumm in my asshole, mark me as your bitch!”

Jim was only too happy to oblige. He slid his cock back into her asshole, loving the warm tightness. He crouched over her, literary sitting on her ass. Then Jim rode that ass like a rodeo. He used his cock like a battering ram, plunging it into Rachel’s rear orifice like there was no tomorrow. Rachel screamed into the pillow, banging her fists into the mattress as her cousin fucked her into delirium.