Mirror
*Chapter 1*
“Another scotch?” The bar tender swiped his cloth under my empty glass.
“Sure, why not?” I responded mechanically. My attention was directed not at the drink, or the bartender, but at an attractive woman sitting by herself at a table near the back of the restaurant. I had first spotted her as she was escorted past my location by the hostess. She was shortish, maybe 5′5″, and I liked that. She was brunette, and I liked that. Most of all, she was not some lanky, under fed, self-conscious “primper” looking to attract every male eyeball in the place. No, this woman had more confidence than that. She was more comfortable in her person. She walked with her head high, her small but adequate chest proudly puffed out, her step meaningful in its deliberate cadence. Her ass was especially attractive to me in that it was once again not the skinny, diminished hard flat artificially pushed up variety so common on younger women today. This woman’s hips were wide with the physical equivalent of the wisdom of age. Her cheeks stood out with pride and ample flesh to be ultimately inviting. They shook slightly with each step she took, precluding the traditional requirement to sway while walking. She was perhaps early 50’s, not unlike me, aware of her attractiveness and caring for its continued influence, but not overly so. There was not heavy makeup, no excessive hair treatment, no phony smiles and gratuitous remarks to the hostess. This women was comfortable with herself in every respect but one, and I could not put my finger on it, yet.
“Here you are,” The bartender placed the new drink on a fresh napkin and pushed it to me.
I turned my head and thanked him, catching sight in the mirror behind the bar of another prime example of the kind of woman I like, though quite a bit younger than I would normally target. She was sitting when I looked, and I couldn’t tell near as much about her, but she too had my kind of assets, soft shoulder length hair, large eyes, and a lush appearing face and body. Playing games with myself as I often do, I projected myself into a choice of the two. They were both more than acceptable, both were in fact delectable. But if I had to choose, I know me and that I would consider the other side of the equation as well. I decided quickly the older of the two would be more comfortable with an older guy and therefore would pick her first. Silly ass, I called myself, I had NO choice of EITHER of them!
The new and younger of the two was a deeper shade of brunette, bordering redhead, very exotic to me, with a very young face and what appeared to be ample breasts. I noticed then that they were a bit lower behind her table than the woman at the other table, and therefore surmised she was in the low to middle five foot range too. She was intently watching something in the direction of the other woman, though a modest wall of plants and trellis separated the two positions. This younger woman too, was alone, and she looked remarkably similar in many respects to the other woman in my sights. Hmmmm…. My mind was wandering already.
Just what the is going on here, I wondered. Two very eligible women, different generations, both good looking and very sexy, one seemingly a time based mirror image of the other, and both alone. I started to consider what I might do to remedy that problem, for at least one of them.
I glanced back at the woman my age and took a sip of my drink. I am not a big drinker, and usually don’t imbibe at all, but this night was a bit special for me. I had closed a large contract that day and was not able to fly home to New York until the next morning so I was giving myself a little celebration. The hotel was right next door to this restaurant and I had decided to take my time, have a drink, and then enjoy a nice dinner, albeit alone, and then check in to the hotel for a good night’s rest. I was just nearing the completion of the first phase when I noticed the black man standing at the hostess’ station. He was very tall, maybe six feet four inches, broad in shoulders, and quite handsome if I could be any judge. He seemed out of place, there being no other race colors represented in the lounge or the dining area of this good ol’ American white restaurant.
I looked away as the hostess met up with him and figured I would try something out of character and probably stupid. I was going to ask that woman if she would let me buy her dinner.
“What do I owe you,” I asked the bartender reaching into a front pocket for my cash.
“Ten, fifty,” He said after looking at my chit.
I dropped thirteen bucks on the counter and rose to take the plunge. I stopped dead in my tracks however, when I turned to face the woman’s direction. The black man was leaning way down to lend her some help in kissing him on the cheek.
I thought maybe my eyes were deceiving me. Forget the race differences, this was my fetish in spades! I loved short women! This was a short woman compared to me! This woman was an ant compared to the big black guy holding her chair now! That lucky son-of-a-bitch, I thought.
I fell back in my stool and my jaw hung down. As if in a daze, I let my head swivel to avoid eye contact with the surprise couple, while continuing to try to sort out what had just happened. “Perfect look, shape and size woman walks by to table alone,” I considered.” I get up courage to go ask her for dinner, and some huge black stud wanders in and takes over before I get out of the box. What kind luck is THAT!”
And as if that were not enough stimulus to get my brain racking, my gaze fell automatically on the other single female dinner guest sitting beside the flowered panel. To my utter amazement, her jaw was just as gaping as mine, while she looked through the flowers at what I could only surmise was the other woman. What in the world was happening here? Were they connected?
The black man sat down with the older woman and they began to talk over menu’s. I looked back at the younger woman and she simply stared at them, jaw still down, nothing in her hands, and seemingly straining to hear what obviously was far too far away.
The black man was saying something to the woman when suddenly the woman blushed visibly. She was uncomfortable, but I surmised in a way she wanted to be. This was obvious as one of her two hands that had moved to her mouth in some kind of show of embarrassment or surprise, suddenly moved to one of his hands, and rested on it. She then smiled at him, batted her eyes once or twice, and then looked down at what could only be her chest before looking again at the menu. Somehow, I could tell the menu was the last thing on her mind.
I glanced back at the younger image. I tried to look beyond her similarities with the other woman and finally noticed her apparel. Wearing a turquoise, silky, front buttoning blouse, and who knows what for a bottom, she stood out like a neon light at the table. Her hair was glistening, and I noticed now in different light that the other lady was as much red as brown too. Were these two related? The possibilities were racing through my mind.
Younger woman was still fixated on the targets at the other table, and ignoring the waiter standing beside her. Finally, she looked quickly up at him, said something abruptly, and motioned him away with the flick of her wrist. He didn’t look too happy at the dismissal.
I had an inspiration. This girl, and to me an older man she was still a girl, was overly involved with thoughts of something to do with the other couple. Maybe she would be either receptive, or distracted enough to entertain a polite pass at conversation from me. I wasn’t even thinking about trying to get anywhere with this lovely young lady, at least on the surface, but I sure was piqued in wanting to know what this was all about. I decided to give it a try.
Checking to see that my money was still on the bar in payment of my drinks, I ventured to her table. “Pardon me, and I have no right to ask you to do so, but something tells me that, well, you might make interesting conversation for a dinner I would love to buy for both of us.”
She looked up at me quickly as I started to speak, about to give me the same dismissal she gave the waiter, when I added, “And I promise to help in anyway I can with your dilemma over the couple at the other table.” I nodded without looking in the direction of the other woman and her black dinner companion. I also smiled involuntarily at my secretive but spontaneous promise. It must have been the silly smile that prompted her to reconsider what was to be her quick dismissal of me too.
She looked at me seriously for another minute, and then asked, “Is it that obvious?”
“I am sorry, but yes. Anyone else in this restaurant might have missed the connection, but you two just happen to be what I would call “Dream Dates” and I couldn’t help observing you both. The connection became obvious quickly.” What connection, I asked myself? As she leaned back a bit I felt I was loosing her. I have always had this tendency to be immediately frank and open with people, especially those I either trust, or want to trust me. It usually scares people off. I added, “I’m sorry. That is probably more detail than you wanted to hear, but…”
She interrupted me with, “No. No, not at all. I was thinking more “refreshing,” than anything else. Unusual. Sit down, Mr. ….” She motioned me to a chair beside, rather than across from her at her table.
“Williams. Jason Williams.” I offered. “Any you?” I asked.
“Gina, Gina Anderson.” She answered, offering her hand to shake.
I took it and said, “And at the other table is Mrs. Anderson?” I couldn’t help blurting out the suspicion.
“Why, yes. How did you… oops. It must be pretty obvious.” She was blushing just like her mother had earlier.
“Well, not obvious. I took a chance, but the odds were with me I guess.” She was now smiling at me. “I kind of put two and two together and interpreted five.” She was warming more. “So, may I be so bold, as to ask, hmmmm, how do I put this, what has you so concerned about what is going on at the other table? Is it the age difference? Or the racial thing?”
This brought an immediate reaction, as if she had managed to forget what was happening over there, while she concentrated on this strange man she had allowed to sit with her. “What? Oh! No. Neither. I’m pissed, and yet I don’t know why. Oh…. I don’t know.”
“May I be so bold as to ask a question or two?” I was trying to use my most sincere and soft tones, for I was actually beginning to feel sincere and soft. She didn’t answer so I asked anyway, “Is your mother divorced?”
She nodded affirmatively.
“Is she divorced for some time? Like a year or more?”
“No! Six months.” Was all she said, while still looking at the couple through the plants.
“And she is dating then, hmmm… too early for you?”
This brought her gaze back to me, with darts ready to fly. “Of course!” But she added quickly, “No! I mean, well, Daddy is not even in the state anymore, but sheesh! She shouldn’t be out around town, where people know us, with some, some, some..”
“Hunk?” I offered.
She fumed at me, and then caved into her chair. I had hit the nerve on the first attempt. She was mad with her mom for dating early, to a certain extent, but probably not that mad given the derogatory manor in which she mentioned her dad. She was maybe twenty-four, or five, this young lady, and certainly good looking as could be as far as I was concerned, but probably not that lucky yet with her love life. She was jealous, jealous of her mother’s immediate success at snagging a perfect dream of a partner, regardless of what the definition of that dream might be. And I suspected that this vivacious young lady had had similar fantasies to her mom. Poor thing. And she is saddled here with an old man, while her mother was about to eat with and do whatever else with this lover from both their dreams. Life was just not fair.
I wanted to help her more than anything else now, and tried to think of how.
“Tough. I can’t imagine what I would feel in your shoes.” This seemed to strike a fair note with her so I continued. “We all have our lives to live you know, and sometimes that’s the only explanation. Let me ask you something.” I waited for her to respond or send me away.
She continued her gaze at the other couple and said, “Yes?”
“I am going way out on a limb here, and you don’t know me from Adam, but let me make a suggestion.” I had no idea what specifically I was going to say, but hell, if she went so far as to listen, I’d sure come up with something!
“What is your plan,” She asked without moving her eyes. Obviously, I was making headway with this delectable little lady.
“Hmmm… ” She had caught me off guard with such a quick concession. “Let’s try something.” I still didn’t know what to say, trying to buy some time. “Let’s see,” Analyze the facts… “You think this guy is a hunk. So, obviously, must your mom,” She looked at me like I was about to insult them both. I frankly still didn’t know where I was going with this. Time to put up or shut up. Is there anyone who doesn’t love to be the voyeur? “Let’s follow them!”
She looked at me in total surprise, an expression that gradually shifted to recognition, and then a smile. I had simply suggested an extension of what she was already doing. Simple. The only surprising thing was, how simple it was.
“All right. Let’s.” She smiled broadly, turned her body toward me, and picked up the menu. “Well, they’re eating, and you DID offer to buy me dinner…”
I laughed and followed her lead. It was a delightful meal. She told me about how silly this whole thing was, that she had really wanted her mom to go out even before now, six months after the divorce, and yet she was admittedly jealous of her choice of first dates, not only for the hunk he was, but also for her mother’s surprising worldliness in choosing someone for the pure sexual enjoyment without regard to social stigma that applied locally. She had never seen this side of her mom before. How dare she hide this when all the time the daughter had been trying to change her stuffy attitude toward life. All along, she realized now, her mother had behaved the way her stuffy father had wanted her to, not the way her mother had truly felt and wanted to behave. It was all an act then, for all those years, probably as much for Gina’s benefit as for the success of the marriage, and the true mother was coming out now. It was troublesome that her mother had let so much of her life pass without true happiness, but the transition was suddenly promising to be fun. Mom was a real person after all. And daughter, and her mysterious friend me, were about to have some good ol’ fashioned voyeuristic fun too.
*Chapter 2*
Gina, told me all about her life and that of her mother, Veronica, and her dad Vincent. They were a classic conservative family in that Veronica was supposed to be the slave of the house, while Vincent excelled at his career. Gina lived with this more difficultly as the years went by and she learned more and more about life today vs. when her parents had grown up. It had become apparent even to her that the troubles in the relationship between her parents went far beyond just the times they grew up in. Vincent was a tyrant, from a home of similar structure, and little if any love, only tyranny could hold a family together. When it finally came, the divorce was ugly and angry. Times were tough and the future sketchy for quite some time, but thanks to the courts, justice was finally served. The court ordered settlement left Gina and her mom comfortable in the low to middle class, and with only modest concerns for the future. They were both capable women and would do fine. Gina was in fact already moved out and on her own.
“I think we better not have desert with them.” I said, pointing out their obvious intentions being displayed with another visit from the waiter after their dishes had been cleared. Our own table was already clear, our excitement having pushed us through the meal at lightening speed. Gina had listened to my own tale of a long term marriage gone boring. She perhaps did not understand, but she sympathized. I could see she was trying to reconcile a lot to try to understand, but it really wasn’t that important considering her own dilemma that moment.
“I agree on the desert,” She said. “Shouldn’t we go outside now? And wait for them in the bushes or something?” Her look was so sincere, her intentions so apparent on her sleeve and her concern for secrecy so obvious I felt like a father to a teenage girl. But I couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at her sincerity that moment.
“Sure,” I smiled on. “Let’s go wait in the bushes.” She did a kind of double-take and smiled back at me with a note of skepticism. I paid the check with cash on the table and we carefully worked our way to the entrance the long way around to avoid being seen by her mom. With me at an inch over six feet, and Gina closer to five and a half, she had no problem walking on the blind side of me. We were not noticed.
Once outside, I suggested we wait in my car. It was a cool evening in this small city and there were plenty of lights in the parking lots of the restaurant and the next door Marriott. There were no bushes! We moved to my rental and slid down in the front seat to watch the door to the restaurant over the dash.
Some fifteen minutes later, the couple emerged. If I had looked a little awkward with Gina when we left the restaurant, this couple looked downright ridiculous. The black appeared twice her mom’s height, and probably hung like a horse compared to her relatively petite though not insubstantial self. He held her hand, and her hand was thus elevated to about her upper arm level. It was almost comical, and indeed I would have laughed if I’d thought it would not upset Gina.
“Ohhhhh.. myyyyyyy.. Godddddddddddd!!!!” Gina exclaimed. The black hulk and Veronica walked straight next door to the Marriott and went in. “I don’t believe it!!!” She was unable to fall off the fence. On one side she would be angry as hell with her mother for a such a lewd and illicit act as a one night stand with a stud she’d never met before, and on the other side she would be hot and horny as her mother to see what the guy had and could do with it. She tried to stay in the middle, but her excitement gave away that she was falling irretrievably to the curious side of that fence.
“Let’s go!” She exclaimed. She started to unlatch the door on her side and step out of the car.
“Wait!” I half whispered. I reached across and pulled the door shut again, unable to mask my sudden realization that my arm was pushed right up against her delicious tits. I looked her in the eye in the little light that we had, and realized she was as moved by the brush aas I was. This was going to get interesting after all.
“We ahhh, wait till they go in, and then….” I was trying to think fast again.
“Then what?!” She demanded. She turned away from the door, toward me, and put a hand on my arm to squeeze it for my attention. Instinctive contact again brought our eyes together.
“Here’s what we do…”
We agreed on all points, and escape routes if they were necessary, and Gina walked into the hotel lobby about ten paces before me. When I entered, Gina was at the front desk, showing her ID, and receiving a key. She walked around the desk and down the hall toward the elevators. I nonchalantly followed her about five paces behind. We met at the elevator and looked to see no one was watching before speaking.
“You were right!” She was beside herself with glee and amazement. “Mom DID make the room reservation! SHE planned all this! I never would have believed!”
I smiled. You can’t live through 55 years of experience and not learn something from it. “So they bought your ID then thinking you were with her.” I didn’t have to ask. The clerk merely checked her ID to verify she was the right last name, her excuse being that her mother had forgotten to give her her key when they arrived. No clerk is going to doubt the lady, are they?
Turning towards the young man he motioned for him to come over. “You make sure she gets anything she desires.”
“Yes sir, I will.” Bobby assured him and nodded respectfully to Toni.
“Bobby will fill your every request. Please make yourself at home, relax, and enjoy yourself while here. My home is yours.” Ron politely kissed her hand and helped her sit down.
“Thank you.” She replied smiling with a slight embarrassment at his compliment and being fussed over.
Sitting back, she returned to enjoying her drink and the music coming from the piano. The pianist was exceptionally talented. She felt like royalty the way Ron had instructed her desires be met. No one had ever treated her in this manner before.
Seeing her almost finished with her drink, Bobby quickly approached, replacing her glass with another.
“There you go, miss.” He smiled at her and retreated back to his station. He was enjoying the sight and pleasure of her company as much as she enjoyed his doting.
Finally starting to relax she sat enjoying her drink along with the music. Maybe she’d been wrong about Ron. He wasn’t the same person she encountered at her office. Maybe the past incidents between them were only an overactive imagination. She’d half expected him to chase her down and ravish her. Instead, she found him charming and obliging.
Only an hour had passed and Bobby was handing her a fourth glass. Completely at ease, she had no idea that what she was drinking wasn’t flavored water at all. Instead, she was enjoying her fourth glass of an extremely powerful, yet subtle, liqueur designed to relax someone while getting them wasted. In ancient times, it was used to put an individual into a cooperative state without their knowledge, rendering them helpless to resist while being totally aware of their surroundings.
Finishing her fourth glass, Toni asked Bobby to show her to the ladies room. Obliging her request, Bobby extended his hand and helped her to her feet. Feeling strange and a bit wobbly, she took his arm and willingly allowed him to lead her to her doom.
He’d started getting attached to the pretty lady. Feeling a little guilt at getting her into her present condition, he tried to block it out and remember he was only following orders. Having been instructed on exactly what to do, he led her through the house far from the other guests. He entered the master suite, escorted her into the bathroom and showed her the towels and amenities. Sure she was all right, he removed himself and closed the door.
He left the master suite in search of his employer and informed him everything was as he’d instructed.
Nodding his approval, Ron returned temporarily to his guests to make his announcement.
“I’m sorry folks, but I’m going to have to leave you.” Ron was spinning his tale. “Something very important has come up requiring my immediate attention. Please stay, mingle, and enjoy yourselves. Bobby has been instructed to make sure everything you require is provided. Again, I’m sorry. Thank you and goodnight.”
With his statement completed, he excused himself, disappearing through the door.
Walking back to the master suite, Ron felt his cock getting hard, anticipating where it was about to be. Entering the bedroom, he closed and locked the doors. He wanted her badly. Wasting no time, he quickly undressed and put on his robe.
Toni felt the effects of the drinks and wondered what was happening. Having a hard time doing the simplest of tasks was something she’d never experienced before. All she knew was that she felt as if everything was happening in slow motion with her watching from a distance. Finished, she washed her hands and straightened her clothes. Turning to leave, she was inundated with the full effects from the liqueur.
She stumbled into the bedroom. Walking in the heels she wore took talent even when sober. In her present condition, it was nearly impossible.
Toni bumped into Ron who’d quickly come to her aid. She was unsure of her surroundings having never been in his house—let alone his bedroom. Feeling him supporting her with his arm around her waist, she let him lead her over to the bed so she could sit down.
“Here, sit down and take it easy.” Finally he’d gotten her onto his bed.
She looked around using slow deliberate motions. Moving fast sent things spinning, intensifying the effects leaving her dizzy. Looking to either side of where she was seated, she realized she was on a bed. Maybe things would clear up faster if she lay back and tried to relax. Obeying her thoughts, she attempted to lay back.
Ron could see what she was trying to do and assisted her in laying back. Remaining where she first sat instead of getting further onto the bed, her legs were hanging over the side with her feet a good foot off the floor due to the height of the bed.
“That’s it, just lay there and relax.” Ron was acting genuinely concerned as he was weighing just how far she was under. “Don’t worry about a thing. Ron’s right here to help you.”
She still hadn’t noticed his state of dress. Slipping farther by the second, she’d be ready within a couple of minutes.
He sat down next to her on the bed. Laying onto his side he supported himself on his elbow. Looking her over as she lay with her eyes closed, he realized how perfect she really was. She was easily the most beautiful and sexy woman he’d ever had in his bed. She was the one he’d wanted and seeing her lying beside him, his choice was right. This may have taken two years and millions of dollars, but he knew she was well worth it. It didn’t matter she hadn’t come willingly. All he wanted right now was to lay claim to his conquest and feel his cock sliding into her gorgeous body.
Unwilling to contain himself any longer, he reached out and softly ran his hand over her flat tummy. It was so firm. He could feel the outline of her garter through the material of her skirt and began tracing it with his fingers. He bent, placing his face close to hers and smiled.
“Well well, what have we here?” he was running his fingers down the straps connected to her nylons. “Oh, that’s really nice, baby. Feels like you came dressed for the occasion.”
Toni felt his hand touching places only her husband was allowed to feel. Why wasn’t she stopping him? She’d slapped men over far less invasive transgressions. “What’s going on? What did he do to me?”
Questions she couldn’t answer continued to play over and over in her mind while his exploration of her body progressed. His hands were roaming freely over her tummy and hips, inching closer towards her breasts. “Oh God, not there…”
His hand followed the contour of her body, slipping up and onto her breast. He was touching the sculpted beauty which until now he’d only admired. It was incredible, unreal. Her nipple was pushing into his palm as he felt every inch of her firm mounds. They couldn’t be real. No way can breasts this size be that firm unless they’re fake. As he’d find out later, they were definitely real. Spurred on by her hardening nipples, he squeezed and played with them, trying to make them grow.
“Damn, baby, they’re so fucking firm.” He squeezed her tits, enjoying their feel. “I love those nipples.”
Armed with the knowledge they were as firm as they appeared, the need to see how they looked filled his desire. He began removing her top. Pulling it free from her waistband, he worked it up her torso until her magnificent globes came into view. He looked at her tummy and tits in their lacy container. The sight nearly made him choke.
“Holy shit. That’s fucking awesome.” He was stunned at their stature, how flat her tummy was and tiny her waist appeared. Pausing, he admired her sexy body. He started running his hand over her exposed tummy marveling over how soft her skin was. It was perfect.
Shifting his attention back to his reason for undressing her, he started feeling her tits through her bra. The cups were barely large enough to contain the full swells, and by moving them slightly, her nipples were freed. Doing this uncovered a secret only she and her husband knew. The contrast between her breasts and tan was so hot it was making his balls ache. It was simply the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He started feeling her tits and manipulating her nipples. The more he teased them, the longer they grew. They had to be at least an inch. He stopped long enough to completely remove her top and then returned to teasing the dark, very stiff appendages.
“Damn, baby, you’ve got some really fine titties.” He was reveling in the erotic sight before him. “I’ve gotta taste these babies.”
He took the huge points into his mouth and began licking and pulling on her nipples. They were the longest he’d ever seen and appeared to still be growing under his continual stimulation. No wonder they were so hard to hide beneath her clothes.
Toni lay with only her lacy bra attempting to cover her full breasts. With Ron’s sucking and pulling of her nipples, a mixture of feelings were racing through her head. She hated him for taking advantage of her like this, but his constant working and teasing of the most sensitive place on her body made it very clear: she was getting turned on.
Ever since Toni had gotten married and discovered how much pleasure sex could give her, she’d become addicted. She couldn’t get enough, nearly exhausting her husband. The slightest touch on her skin would start her body craving to be caressed and satisfied. Her husband, the benefactor of this new sexpot, could barely keep up with her needs. Ron had stumbled onto a gold mine. She was not only beautiful and hot, she was also insatiable.
Toni was losing out to her body’s needs. With him squeezing and massaging her tits while sucking her nipples, the pleasure was becoming too much. Arching her back, she closed her eyes, encouraging him to continue.
“Ahh… ohh… ohh… ohh…” Soft moans of pleasure were escaping her lips. The feel of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, she had no idea she could enjoy being taken this much. He’d ignited a fire that was quickly getting out of control.
With Toni responding this way, he needed more of her hot body. Releasing her nipples, he rolled her onto her side, found the zipper to her skirt, and pulled it down. Loose and easy to remove now, he pulled it down her ass and returned her to her back to finish removing it.
Ron got off the bed and knelt at her feet. Still in the same position as when she lay down, her legs were bent at the knees hanging off the bed. She still wore her sexy heels covering her feet. Taking her skirt in both hands he worked it free of her hips and pulled it down her legs. Placing it with her top on the bed beside her, he returned his attention to Toni laying undressed across his bed.
If he thought he’d seen sexy when he discovered the contrast between her tanned body and creamy white tits, he was sadly mistaken. There on the bed before him was a sight no other woman in the world could duplicate, even if they tried.
“Oh shit… Holy… Oh my God…” He was unable to find the right phrase to describe the image before him. He’d never been at a loss for words in his life. He licked his lips as he eyed her luscious body.
She was hot.
Laying before him, Toni was dressed in her bra with her nipples exposed, her garter cinched around her tiny waist, a small strip of fabric she called panties, and her sheer nude stockings and sexy heels. Her beautiful face was presented surrounded by her perfectly styled hair and her sexy hourglass figure adorned in feminine lingerie. Both radiated the golden color of her awesome tan and soft skin . Against the white silk comforter covering the bed lay a sight too unreal to believe. This vision of beauty, this curvaceously tanned goddess, was permanently etching this memory into his mind. The possibility of forgetting? Not a possibility.
Reaching out, he took the sides of her panties and pulled them from her body. Nothing stood between him and his goal now. Tossing them onto the rest of her clothes, he saw that the mound of her pussy matched her tits. It was the same creamy white except for the thin strip of dark hair leading to her pussy. An agonistic groan escaped him.
“Uh… Oh shit.” He had to have her right now.
Ron’s cock was fully engorged and twitching in anticipation of entering her tight body. A stream of pre-cum had begun leaking from the tip in both an attempt at easing its entry, and the sheer excitement her sexy body was creating. The realization he wasn’t going to be able to last long his first time didn’t concern him at the moment. He had all night to pleasure her. Right now, he needed to fuck her. He needed to relieve this pressure in his balls she’d built up without even touching him. She’d put him in a state of pure desperation.
Taking her knees, he spread her legs, opening her up. He pushed them wide apart to expose her perfect pussy that was shaven bare. He stood up and opened his robe. His massive cock sprang into view, giving Toni her first look at what was about to enter her.
Her eyes widened when she saw the size of the rigid black pole, menacingly pointing at her. She had no idea a cock could be that large. With a large purple head attached to an eleven inch shaft, it was easily twice the length and girth of her husband’s. Alarming her the most was the quarter inch slit on the head, spewing its steady stream of sticky clear fluid each time it twitched.
She and her husband always used condoms. Her religious beliefs, along with an allergic reaction, made taking the pill out of the question. She’d never had anyone inside her without first putting on some sort of protection. Here she lay, unprotected, about to be skewered by Ron’s enormous pole. His seepage alone was more than her husband ejaculated into the condom during an orgasm. She couldn’t help but think. “When he starts cumming inside me, he’s gonna fill me up.”
Ron took Toni’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. The height was perfect aligning their bodies for their union. Taking her legs, he lifted them up, placing her ankles onto his shoulders and aligning her pussy with his cock for the easiest penetration. His cock twitching and ready for release, he moved forward, putting himself into position.
His cock lay across her mound, letting her see how deep it was going to penetrate her. Panic filled her thoughts and when she felt him pull back and rub the head between the smooth folds of her bald pussy lips. She thought to herself, “This is it. I’m totally screwed.”
He was leaking steadily between her folds, coating them with his sticky clear fluid. Lubricated and insured of an easier entry, he placed the tip of the head just inside her passage. Ready for entry, he took her ankles and spread her legs, opening her up completely. He pushed forward and felt the head of his cock begin penetrating into her pussy. The sweet opening put up a slight resistance, having never been stretched anywhere near the size of the invader attempting to gain entrance. Needing to feel the warmth of her passage engulf him completely, he let go of her legs, took her hips and started pushing harder until the head disappeared inside of her tight opening.
“Oh fuck, she’s tight,” he told himself feeling her stretching to accommodate the invasion. Slipping another two inches inside her, he stopped and waited for her to adjust to his size. The sight was fucking hot. His massive black rod was splitting open her tiny white pussy, nearly causing him to cream. With only four inches inside her snatch, he still had seven more left to bury deep inside the sexy woman’s body.
“Oh, shit. You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He couldn’t believe it. She was married and still felt snug as a virgin. “I hope you’re using some sort of protection, baby, cause I ain’t pullin’ out of this dream till I’m finished.”
Looking at the union of their two bodies, he felt his cock jerking, spilling his seed into her fertile pussy. He’d never been in anyone this hot. He loved the way her cunt was stretching wide to allow its massive intruder. Feeling it spasm, squeezing his cock, he inched forward, sinking another two to three inches into her velvet vice.
Toni looked at Ron with an alarmed expression. She wanted desperately to make him pull it out, but was unable to form the words in her present condition. She couldn’t let him cum inside her and get her pregnant. What would she tell her husband? He’d know it was someone else’s. She’d never be able to hide it. Ron was black and she was white. There would be no mistaking who the father was.
Seeing the look of fear in Toni’s expression, Ron was beside himself.
No fuckin’ way can this be happening; he couldn’t’ believe his luck. Not only was he finally getting to fuck the woman he wanted, now there was the possibility he’d get to knock her little married ass up and take complete possession of the stunning woman.
With his new found knowledge, he set out to inform her of his intentions.
“Uh oh, somebody’s in deep trouble,” he was taunting her. “You mean you’ve saved that sweet little pussy just for me? I’m really gonna enjoy busting a nut in you baby.”
Holding still and enjoying the fit, he was a good seven inches inside her. She could feel him spill into her with each spasm of her pussy. Trying hard to control her body and stop the pulsing, she was quickly shown who was in charge as he’d move slightly, starting her clinching of his shaft again. He was forcing her pussy to milk him, making it draw dangerous amounts of semen from his prick and into her passage. This was her worst nightmare and Ron’s dream coming true at the same time. He was fucking this beautiful woman instead of her husband, hopefully producing a permanent memento.
Having a purpose other than just enjoyment, he began to fuck her. He’d push another inch inside her with each forward thrust. Within four strokes he felt his head bottoming against the entrance of her womb. Assured he’d made contact with the fertile opening, he began his quest to fill it. He was moving in and out with a steady rhythm, letting her pussy milk his shaft, while caressing the sensitive head each time it bumped against her cervix. The feeling was intoxicating.
Nestled dangerously deep inside her pussy, Ron took his fingers and traced them down along the dark and narrow landing strip of hair she kept just above her clit. He began rubbing the sensitive bud. She wasn’t ready for that. The last thing she wanted at this moment was to enjoy the intentional seeding she was receiving from a man other than her husband. Knowing he wasn’t gonna let up any time soon, she felt her body begin giving in to the pleasure his fingers and the large tool filling her up was creating. Her pussy began clinching his cock in unison to his gentle bumping of her cervix. Small sounds of pleasure began escaping her lips.
“Unn’, unn, oooh…” Toni had her eyes closed, not wanting to admit to her pleasure. “Ahh… ahhh… oh yyeeessss…”
It felt so good. She’d never been filled this much or stretched this wide. She’d been deprived, having only fucked her husband with his small cock. With Ron’s massive size, you’d think it would hurt. Instead, it sent an electric charge throughout her body every time he pushed into her depths and bumped her womb. She was losing out to her body’s needs. Feeling her mind giving way, she let go completely and started enjoying her pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, just let go and let Ron make you feel good.” He knew she was his now. “Here we go baby, you’re gonna love this.”
Letting go of her clit, he took her hips and began moving in and out with a steady rhythm. He was screwing her with the only goal being to pump as much of his seed as possible into her fertile womb. He couldn’t believe how tight she still was, even though he’d waited to fuck her after she’d become accustomed to his size. He was in fuck heaven.
Toni had forgotten everything she’d feared to now. She pulled her knees up spreading her legs wider and began rocking her hips in unison with his thrusts, trying to get more of his massive cock into her pussy. She needed him to keep fucking her.
Ron knew she was in need of his huge shaft. Wanting to insure she knew who was giving her this intense pleasure, he began teasing her. He’d take two or three deep thrusts only to pull back and stop, leaving just the head inside her aching cunt. Toni would respond by lifting her ass to try and force the giant back deep inside her passage. Suddenly without warning, Ron pulled completely out of her pussy, and held it just a few inches from her opening.
“Is this what you need, baby?” He pushed it all the way back in and quickly pulled it back out. He stroked the length while teasing her. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you ask me to fuck you, baby.”
He’d pulled it out. This was what she’d wanted all along. If her body would shut up and let her mind work, everything would be over. No chance in hell. She’d felt herself being truly fucked for the first time and was already addicted to his length and girth. Lifting her hips to entice his reentry, she began moving them. She needed him.
“Please, put it back in.” Toni was pleading for the continued ravishing she’d been receiving. “I need it, please.”
“Please what, baby?” He knew, he just wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me what you want me to put in that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Your cock.” She couldn’t believe the language she was using. “Fuck me with that big black cock. I need it. Fuck me now.”
That was all he needed to hear. Placing the head back inside her pussy, Ron began fucking her just as she’d requested. His conquest was complete. The only thing left now, was to plant his seed into her belly, making her completely his. With Toni matching his movements, he began slamming in and out with a reckless abandon. He needed to cum.
Both of them set on fulfilling their own needs were working in unison, trying to achieve the pinnacle of pleasure. Toni had lifted up with only her ass still on the bed. Supporting her upper body with her outstretched arms behind her, she still had her legs up with her heels digging into his shoulders. She was looking into his face with a glassy stair and a crazed look in her eyes. She wasn’t a victim anymore. She”d become aggressive, instigating his actions. Ron, still plowing in and out of her shaven pussy, was connecting with her cervix with full force. Instead of feeling pain, Toni couldn’t get enough, urging him on. She was delirious.
“Come on baby! Fuck that pussy! Yeah, that’s it!” She’d lost complete control, saying things she’d never said. “Oh fuck yeah! Uh! Uh! Oh fuck!”
Ron was shocked and turned on by the sudden transformation. He’d created a monster out of the prim and proper lady. This was a side of her neither of them knew existed before now. She couldn’t get enough of the hard meat slamming into her receptive womb. At this rate, he’d blow his load any minute. Having been excited over the prospect of fucking this awesome woman to start with, in her state of acceptance his climax was fast approaching.
The fast piston action of his large pole, along with the earlier sucking of her nipples, had driven Toni to the verge of climax. What had started as an involuntary ravishing was now a full, consensual mating between two sexually charged people. Her hips were moving as quickly as his, trying to bring on her approaching orgasm. Feeling his shaft beginning to swell, she couldn’t hold out any longer. Dropping her heels from his shoulders, she wrapped her legs tightly around his back pulling him deep inside her and began cumming.
“Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Shit! I’m cummminng!! Yes!!!” Toni’s face was contorted in the agony of her pleasure. “Ohh yes it feels sooo good!! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God!!”
Her pleasure was higher than she’d ever experienced. Wave after wave shot through her pussy, causing it to convulse with every thrust of his cock. Her pussy was squeezing him like a vise from the continual spasm of her climax.
Long overdue and spurred on by her orgasm, Ron started his own release. Already forced deep into her cunt by her legs locked around him, he exploded rocketing hot jets of sperm into her fertile body.
“Oh fuck yeah. Feel that? There it is baby. Oh shit yeah.” He was delivering exactly what he’d promised. “That’s what I mean, baby. There’s my boys coming to do their job.”
Toni had lain back when she’d started to cum. Her back arched, pushing her tits upward, her head back. Her eyes were firmly shut. His cock pressed tightly into her womb, full blasts of potent semen were shooting through her opening, bathing her insides. The taboo of knocking up this gorgeous little wife only intensified the pleasure as his sperm sought her fertile eggs.
“Un sooo full…” Toni felt his seed filling her completely as her primal needs continued to hold him deeply in her womb. The amount she’d imagined him spilling was nothing compared to what she was receiving. “Oh yeah, it feels soo good… don’t stop…”
Still pulsing inside her pussy, Ron bent forward, covering her body with his. Holding her arms against the bed, he placed his mouth on hers and began kissing her.
“Wow, what a switch. Aren’t you supposed to start with a kiss instead of a fuck? Whatever.”
Toni opened her mouth, letting her tongue dart freely against his. She’d completely surrendered. She was giving him the one thing he couldn’t force, her willing kiss. She was playing his tongue like a symphony bringing him to one crescendo after another. This was her specialty. She’d refined her talent all those years she’d refused to have sex.
He was caught off guard by her exceptional ability. She used her tongue better than any woman he’d ever kissed. And the passion, shit, it couldn’t be any stronger. Having spent his load, normally he’d have begun shrinking. But her kiss was keeping his prick hard, fitting it nicely into her velvet glove.
Toni felt him stirring inside her pussy and couldn’t believe he was still hard. He’d just screwed her for half an hour, dumping a gallon inside her and still kept his cock at attention. Why couldn’t her husband do that?
Ready to enjoy that slow long fuck he’d promised himself before starting the frenzied mating session they’d just finished, Ron pulled from her body and climbed onto the bed. Once on, he lay on his back and beckoned for her to join him. He wanted Toni to get on top and ride him this time.
Toni stared at his massive pole sticking straight up. She couldn’t believe she’d just taken the entire thing inside her pussy. Her need for more and the memory of how good it felt was taking a hold, insisting she enjoy it again. Crawling towards him, she had a look of lust pouring from her eyes. He was in trouble.
Climbing on top of him, Toni knelt, straddling his body. She still clad in her garter, nylons and heels. Lowering herself onto the shaft, she steadied herself using her hands, pressing them against his chest while she worked her hips. Determined to take it, she rose and fell sinking it into her tight pussy, filling it up with his entire length. Once full, she sat upright pleased she’d taken it all.
Sitting mounted atop his cock, she unhooked her bra and teasingly waited to open it delaying his gaze. She was returning his taunt.
“You wanna see these?” She was in charge now, knowing he was just as addicted as she was. Slowly opening the cups, she revealed the works of art one inch at a time. Once she was sure he’d suffered enough, she pulled her bra completely off, tossing it aside. “So, what do you think? Do you like them? ”
Ron nearly lost it again. The full creamy white globes stood proudly with her dark nipples pointing upward. There wasn’t an inkling of sag. They didn’t even move. This was impossible. How could something that large be that firm?
“Ho.. uh.. Shit!” This was the second time tonight he found himself speechless. “My God, baby. You are incredible.”
He started reaching up wanting to feel her awesome tits, but Toni grabbed his hands and stopped him short. Pushing them to his sides she continued to hold them as she rode up and down on his cock.
“No, no. You can’t touch.” Toni was teasing him as he’d teased her before. She was gonna make him want her badly enough to beg just as she’d done. “Those aren’t yours, they belong to me.”
Staring intently into his face she continued fucking him, picking up her pace every few minutes. In no time, she was driving him insane with her tight pussy and stunning body. She was once again steadily building the pressure in his balls. Ignoring his wants and adhering strictly to her pursuits she fixed onto his eyes and stared intently.
He wanted to touch her so badly he could taste it. He needed to feel those firm tits and hard nipples. She was driving him nuts teasing him in this manner. Refusing to speed up or slow down, his cock was straining to feel her pussy surround it every time she rose, momentarily removing it from the depths of her canal.
Suddenly, Toni altered her motion. Instead of riding up and down, she was rocking her hips forward and back with slow exaggerated movements. She was rocking his cock into a pleasurable pain. Unwilling to speed up still holding his hands and looking into his eyes, she was driving him to the same insanity he’d driven her. Slowing even more she looked into his face and told him the same things he’d told her.
“How does that feel baby? Doesn’t that tight pussy feel good milking your cock?” Toni was rubbing it in and she had the body to do it. She knew he wasn’t sure what to do now that she’d reversed the roles. “You wanna cum, baby? Wouldn’t you like me to make you explode?”
She had him and he knew it. This wasn’t some timid little girl atop his body, she was a fucking sex goddess. Still holding his hands, she stopped her motion and put the screws to him.
“You want that pussy, baby?” This was it, her time to shine. “Let me hear you ask for it. I wanna hear you beg me to fuck you.”
He was shocked at what she was doing. No one other than her could pull something like this off. He was aching so bad to make her fuck him again he’d have given her everything he owned. He even attempted pushing up to make himself move inside her pussy. Having none of it, she ground down keeping him tight against her depths.
This was fucking cruel. Everything inside of him told him not to give in. “She’ll give in and fuck you when she needs it,” his mind was telling him.
Laying there for a good three or four minutes he kept waiting for her to resume. Instead she stared intently into his face with a wicked smile of contentment stretched across hers. She wasn’t giving in. He’d forgotten she was filled making her more than willing to wait for his will to crumble.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. Giving in to the incredibly sexy woman, he told her what she’d wanted to hear.
“Fuck. You win. I can’t take anymore of this.” He’d been weaker than she’d imagined. The power she wielded with her body was more than all his business savvy and willpower combined. It’s been said women rule the world with their bodies and here was a prime example of one bringing a powerful man to his knees. “Fuck me.”
Moving her hips again she started her slow rocking motion.
“What was that, baby?” Toni was really cold. “I couldn’t hear what you said. Did you ask me to fuck you?”
She was rubbing salt into his wounds. He’d broken down but she wanted to hear him ask more than once. Using extremely slow rocking motion she waited for his request.
“Fuck me, baby.” Ron didn’t care anymore. He needed to feel himself slamming into her as he was doing earlier. “Come on, fuck me. Make me cum.”
She’d done it. He’d never given in to either a man or woman before. He was so smitten with her sexy body he’d broken his own rules of engagement.
Toni started rocking faster giving him the pleasure she’d denied him. Lifting his hands to her tits, she placed them covering them and put hers on her heels. She’d given him his reward.
Ron felt her steady movement driving him towards his release. Her tits felt wonderful in his hands as he held on for the ride. This was more than worth it having to admit he’d lost to her body. Nothing else he could think of would have been any better.
Toni, completely satisfied with her accomplishment, was riding for her pleasure just as much as his. The motion of her hips was causing him to bump into her sensitive cervix, driving her steadily towards another climax. Picking up speed, she put her head back and closed her eyes, fucking his cock with her climax approaching. Without warning she tensed up and began cumming.
“Ohh… Ahhh… Yes! Yes! Yes!” Toni was screaming her release. Her hips were forcing his cock into her womb with every jolt of pleasure. “OH FUCK YES!!! That feels so incredible!!”
This climax made her last feel like an amateur in comparison. Between the size of his cock, her love of sex, and the power she’d exhibited, her feeling of pleasure was overpowering. Her pussy spasmed around his cock with every jolt of release. It wouldn’t stop.
Feeling her cunt gripping his cock tightly and the sensation of velvet caressing the head, he lost it. Pushing his hips up into hers, he pulled down on her tits and exploded into her cunt.
It felt so good and hurt so bad all at the same time. She’d driven him insane for relief and now that it was here, he was paying the price for wanting her so bad. His balls were pumping painfully, forcing his semen from their confinement. Pressed deep against her womb, his load backed up until the pressure caused it to blast into her body, shooting strait into her womb. He couldn’t remember ever cumming this hard.
“Oh fuck, fuck, shit.” Ron was releasing his animalistic passion. He wasn’t being gentle at all needing to allow himself this release of energy. “Oh God yes. You are so fucking hot.”
Toni, feeling him seeding her again, was pushing hard against him, locked into position. Lust crazed look in her eyes, she assured him she wanted it.
“Yeah, fill me up, baby. Cum in that pussy.” Toni had forgotten all about being married right now. The only thing she was interested in was letting this superior male specimen mate her with his seed. “Oh God yes. You feel so good.”
They stayed in this position until he’d finished cumming. Both of them were exhausted at the fury of what had just transpired. They’d literally fucked themselves into exhaustion. Laying forward onto his chest with him still deep inside her pussy, Toni gently began kissing him. These were soft sensual kisses from the feminine woman he’d come in contact with on a weekly basis. They were no longer from a sex crazed woman in need of fulfillment.
Rolling her to where both of them were on their sides, he returned her kiss with the same type of feeling. Hers and his tongues moved softly over the others as the kiss continued while they held each other.
When it finally finished, Ron took Toni’s face in his hands and looked into her eyes. She was beautiful. Spent and fulfilled, Toni laid her head against his chest and drifted to sleep. Holding her against him, Ron smiled at the thought.
This was definitely one merger he’d been more than happy to acquire…
“To be continued…”
“And while I”m lecturing you on Americans, let me return to your question on dicks and bush. Americans have an obsession with measurements and statistics. Look at their national game, baseball. Baseball is inherently a boring game and Americans make it the epitome of boredom by keeping all those statistics on insignificant aspects of the game. So, it”s only natural that they take their statistics to bed with them.”
Melinda interrupted my lecture: “And it also means that Americans are different from Vietnamese. Remember that Hanna wanted to tell everyone she had a boyfriend but she couldn”t because Ted was white. Remember how angry she was when her friends started teasing her about Ted”s “banana”.” Melinda looked at me sternly: “But we can keep a secret, can”t we?”
“Of course, and we have to. Al can get fired for having an affair with another manager. The same thing with Nancy. Her position is higher in the company than Stephen”s so the company could call it sexual harassment. It”s not up to us to right any wrongs or act like marriage counselors.”
“Paul, one final question. Why are they both having affairs when their life looks so great on the surface and they are both successful?”
“I can”t answer that one for sure. I suspect that they have been married too long and they became bored with each other. Remember how they both claimed that the other one didn”t know how to perform? I suspect that they both found an opportunity to get involved sexually with someone who was both available and different. That”s why they both chose interracial relationships.”
“But we”ll never get bored with each other and go off in search of someone else, will we?”
“I guarantee it, Melinda. You make my life so interesting that I”ll never be bored with you.”