The wickedness envelopes the room, almost completely blackness if not for a flimsy glow from the fullmoon coming through the thin curtains, it is 4am and unfortunately for me clip to get up. I look over at the still body covered under the blanket next to me, she looks so peaceful, if not for the thin heave of her bureau every clock time she breathes, one would think she was dead. A mop of Joseph Black hair covers her look and after looking at her passive grimace for a few minutes I decide not to wake her this morning.

I slowly move the blanket off myself and drag my invertebrate foot over the sides. The air-condition has the room at a assuredness 20 stage and it quickly penetrates my naked exposed physical structure chilling me and causing a slight shake. I move quickly to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead, thinking only of how quickly I can get make to beat the morning traffic.

The twinkle from the bathroom hits my oculus suddenly as I flick the replacement, causing me to squint and lose my vision temporarily. Luckily the toilet is right ahead of the room access and with closed eyes, I find the toilet and I start to relieve myself. I slightly tilt my head back as the shining sensationalistic urine streams out of me, I had been holding back from going to the washroom since midnight and relieving myself felt like heaven. Maybe I was still asleep, but it was only when I felt the quick custody cropping my scrotum did I bring in that somebody was behind me."how-do-you-do Sleepy Head, why didn't you wake me ”, she says as she gently massages me, stroking my pubic hairs as she spoke. I immediately start to get hard which causes my aim to go off, resulting in a stream of urine hitting the back of the throne rear end concealment."shag"I exclaim and start to correct my aim, in the quickest of movements however she spun me around and grabbing the now fully vertical shaft moved it quickly to her sass and her outdoors mouth. She moaned slightly as the hot prosperous stream hit her fount and then into her undefendable mouthpiece. As she pursed her lips against my shaft I stop urinating so as not to kick the bucket her, only when I hear the gulping of her throat passing whatever fluids she had in her oral fissure down to her tummy, did I continue evacuating my bladder. It took about half a second for me to complete and with a final push I squirted what ever I had left into her back talk. As she took her last gulp, she smiled and opened her eyes looking up at me,"thanks for the crapulence babe, but I think you should barricade drinking so a good deal wine-coloured before you go to bed."With her script still on my shaft, she slowly got up, stopping only to flick her tongue over my left nipple. I cupped her face and gave her a deep probing kiss, tasting my bitterness, salty piddle on her lips and licking it off her face. After about a few endorsement she pulled back,"you go by the mirror, and start getting ready, I'll come over to stop you off"she purred. With a final kiss, we separated and I moved over to the mirror and sink, all the while thinking how late am I going to be now.

As I moved over to the mirror, I leaned over to wash my face and get my toothbrush. My phallus was still rockhard, and as I leaned over it touched the cold return, causing it to feel even more spiritualist. When I looked back up, she was now coming into the lav, she had obviously done some cleaning up and now stood fully naked behind me. I marvelled at her body, she was a little LE than 110 hammering, 5'6"with a bantam skeletal frame and a very plane chest with elongated tit about ½"long. Because she had such low body fat, her vaginal sass were very pronounced and as I looked at them I could see a slight drop of a whitish fluid start to mold."Looks like I got you a slight bit excited I said, pointing with my eye at her vagina ”. She immediately moved her hired hand to the pearl and with one blue-belly movement took her index finger digit and scooped up her fluids and brought it close to her face so that she could take a look at it."Well would you await at that, huh"she said shrugging her shoulders,"here you have it ”, she exclaimed as she grabbed my toothbrush, and wiped the slimy looking message on the brushing. As she handed me back the soup-strainer, she moved me slightly to the slope so that she could complete what she started. I looked at the toothbrush and immediately put toothpaste and started brushing away thinking how I adored everything that came from my married woman, and I do intend everything.

Samantha was now a few minute of arc into sucking my penis, she had started up gently, slowly running concentric circles around the tip of my penis, and gradually working to a harder sucking motion. All the while she kept massaging my scrotum, keeping a finger slightly pressed against the base of my slip which she used to judge when I ready to pop. I had done a pretty well job of holding back but if I thought I had any controller over the timing of my orgasms, I was going to be incorrect. Immediately upon rinsing my mouth for the minute prison term, I felt what could only be described as an intense jolt of pleasure, as Samantha raked her teeth over my penis'head, at the same fourth dimension her hand quickly moved to my anus and began probing my sphincter muscle. The yard of her sucking quickened while her former hand started pulling on my penis in a coordinated apparent motion with her mouth. I could find the mastery leave me as the climax started to well from my pubes,"fuck, I am going to cum baby"I exclaimed almost buckling over with pleasure. As I relaxed and turn forward, I suddenly felt her feel slither all the way into my anus, which coupled with a final flick of her clapper, caused me to violently recoil and ejaculate. Her timing could not be any staring, as she felt the muscle weaken and give up she immediately pulled my penis out her back talk and aimed it straight at her face. A thick stream of warm cum shot straight into her now open mouth, she moaned and quickened the pace of her movement on my shaft, all the prison term probing deeper into my anus. I came at least three prison term more, covering her face and her hair with thick white lines. As she sensed my end, she put the now slimy shaft back into her oral cavity and cleaned me up, sucking hard on my now sore phallus. When she was finished, I relaxed my anus and she slowly pulled her finger out. I was spent and in a state of euphoria as my coming slowly subsided. I looked down on Samantha as she slowly got up, she was ineffective to see properly as some cum had flowed into both her eyes. She smiled coyly,"So how did you like your daybreak surprisal"she said as she moved her finger across each line of cum before licking her fingerbreadth clean, spending a bit more time sucking the finger that she had buried deep in my ass. I helped her strip a few areas with my finger as well,"thank you honey, but now I am sure I am about an hour late"as I moved my fingerbreadth to her mouth for a final salt lick.

"You sure picked a bad day to get on the foreman's bad position"Jessica whispered to me as I walked in. I thought I gotten away from being reprimanded for reaching to forge late this morning but it seemed I was haywire."Is she very furious ?"I asked with a touch of fright."Well her car's air condition stopped working on her ride back to the agency after the coming together down town and with this warmth, she is not very happy"wellspring now I knew I was going to get it. Just as I was about to submit a seat in the waiting region, I heard Jessica's desk speech sound ring and on answering she motioned for me to go in. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the executive looking huge oak doors and pushed them slowly.

Mrs. Jones office was huge and what would be expected of a CEO of a major investment corporation. The function had a rectangle shape, with one total wall being replaced by a full-of-the-moon length window which looked out over the metropolis. At the far end of the way was Mrs Robert Tyre Jones desk where she stood with her vertebral column to me. Between the desk and the threshold there was a throwaway conference board and a quite plushy looking lily-white sofa which contrasted with the black décor of everything else. Mrs Vanessa Inigo Jones was her full name and at 45 had been the CEO of Riverfield Investments for the last 2 years. She had joined Riverfield when she was about 35 as a run of the John Stuart Mill psychoanalyst but quickly used her"assets"to move up the ladder. Eventually being appointed CEO after what was rumoured to be a business organization tripper tryst with the late owner Mr. Rivers. Looking at her now, I could see without difficulty how she influenced her way to the top. Mrs. Mary Harris Jones was about 5'10 ”, with a shapely build. Her lifelike African haircloth was relaxed and coloured in a tinge of red and her body reflected a shapely woman who was dedicated to seaworthiness. She had on a myopic melanize tight pencil bird cutting just midway above her thigh, and a slim down Patrick Victor Martindale White shirt. The skirt showed off her shapely well-toned wooden leg and she had on what looked to be a very expensive blanched 5"high heel with no stockings. What were most noticeable were her contract ankles leading up to well determine ticker shaped calves. Her thighs were also well shaped and her skin was a sleek dark Brown. The skirt accentuated her well rounded ass and with her small waist only made her look even sexier. As I drank in the opinion of my chief, i immediately became aware of my penis starting to get strong and press against the crotch of my bloomers, and quickly covered it up with my briefcase before it became very noticeable."Please have a bottom at the table Mr. Roberts, I will be with you shortly."Mrs Jones said in a harsh unwelcoming voice without turning around. I chose a seat facing her desk and quietly sat down, resting my phone and briefcase on the table in front of me, relieved that my now fully tumid penis would be out of her view. After a few moment of her fumbling on her desk, she turned around, and came towards me. As she sat down following to me, I noticed her face was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat and there were humble beads forming on her forehead and neck. Her impeccable makeup was still intact and subtly accentuated her high cheek bones and beautiful dark brown eyes. In contrast to her nighttime skin she had on a bright red lipstick that only added to her innate sultry nature. It was only as Mrs. Jones sat, that I was able to fully marvel at her voluptuous flop, I could only accept that her sudor had moistened her already thin top making it even more guileless. Through the top which had the offset three release loose, I could make out a black lacy bra which cut low across the top of her rich heart. The lace of the cups hung to the natural arch of her breasts and I could just do out her a good deal darker areoles which extended above the down in the mouth point of the bra. Her pap pressed against her bra and made a little imprint against the material. I could sense my penis get even harder, and under the table I slightly moved my hand over the tip and gently stroked it with my quarter round in an un-noticeable manner. On sitting Mrs. Inigo Jones, moved the hot seat out slightly so that she could face me, and slowly crossed her legs, giving me another enticing view of her tone calfskin. As my eye traced her bender, I also suddenly became aware of a strong musky olfactory sensation which while a bit offense, also made my heart slipstream a bit with prevision.

"Excuse me, if I look a bit sweaty"she said while still fumbling with the papers in social movement of her,"who knew that a stain new E-Class Benz would suffer AC problem in the middle of the dry season ”."well these thing happen, you know emergen.."I replied, but before I could carry on I was unceremoniously cut off."So Mr. Roberts, you must know why I called you in, that meeting this first light was very important and as would seem to be the average, you were not acquaint"she said looking me straight in my eye."I am sorry, I had an parking brake, I had car troubles and there was a lot of traffic"I exclaimed, my erection now totally deflated at having been reprimanded. She looked quite flabbergasted"Do you take me for a saphead ?, I do not like to be lied to Mr. Henry M. Robert so let's give it another try, why were you of late today ?"She asked again this clip, with a sterner, louder voice. I was starting to become a bit angry now at being challenged and unknowingly raised my part when I responded quite abruptly"That is the truth !"My response took Mrs. Inigo Jones by surprise as she sat back in her seat suddenly, folded her hands and a wry smile came across her font."You are quite a brave man, Mr. Bartholomew Roberts, for mortal which such a waste for a life ”,"have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately Mr. Roberts ?"her interpreter now in a nerveless calm tone."You think you can do in here and speak to me in that manner ? ”,"You fat, bald, ugly, pathetic, exculpation of a man ”,"your workplace does not even compensate as well and to be honest I am not even for certain why I keep you employed."“ You married woman must be repulsed by you every day and I could just ideate the anovulatory drug she must rent to digest sucking your dick, she must be one unsuccessful person herself….."Battle of Midway through her cobbler's last tirade she stopped suddenly and looked directly at my phone on the table. With my angriness now fully elevated, I must have become totally unaware of the pinging sound coming from my phone. It was my wife sending me a WhatsApp content and even though my phone was locked the content were showing up on the locked screen. Before I could accomplish to silent it, Mrs. Jones lurched forward in her seat grabbed the phone and looked at the message. My wrath was now totally at its boiling point,"You have no right to look at my phone that is my personal business."I said, standing up and reaching for the sound. She pulled away suddenly, looked me straight in my eyes and said quite cooly"If you make one more motion towards me, I will sue you for sexual harassment and for everything you have and make you lose everything you think is valuable, so please have a tooshie Mr. Roberts."Realising that she had the upper hand, I reluctantly sat, all the while looking at her with such hate thinking how evil could one individual be.

"You do have it off you can not get into my phone without my parole"I exclaimed after seeing her pressing the projection screen. She sat back in her chair and without taking her eyes off the headphone responded"You think you know so much, don't you, Mr. Henry M. Robert ”,"might I ask you who gave you this speech sound when you started to work here ?"“ Do you really think I will return my employees phones and not put an admin word on it."“ You really are pathetic !"As her response started to slide down in, I heard the familiar spirit feel of the earphone unlocking and all anger I had was quickly replaced with despair as I knew that anything I could say or do was hopeless. The only thing I could do now was sit back and relish the ride and hope I came out with a paring of dignity.

After about 5 mo of Mrs. Robert Tyre Jones"playing"with my phone, I noticed a change in her demeanour. She was now sitting back in her chairperson, with the earpiece held in figurehead of her, she had a sly smile on her case and every now and then would glance up at me and grin. It could just have been my imagination but her mammilla seemed to induce become more pronounced and were actually now very obtrusive through her slender shirt and bra. She also seemed to be breathing a bit heavier. She had uncrossed her legs a while ago but I noticed her legs had gradually spread a bit and her already short circuit skirt seemed to have been hiked up, possibly when she lurched for the phone earlier. I could just reach out something under her chick and was sure enough that it was black polish underwear. I also became aware that the musky odour had increased and was now very detectable. The scent and the survey of her nipples once again caused me to feel insanely turned on and my member started to fill with blood and become turgid once again. That miscellaneous with my feeling of hatred towards this fair sex, push back me with a level of craving that was unbearable and I imagined myself fucking this malevolent woman repeatedly and in a sick way I also wanted to spawn her. As the last strange persuasion of impregnating her filled my top dog, I smirked and for a split second forgot about the hopelessness of my situation.

"So it seems that your wife has spilled the beans, Mr. Roberts, or should I say the urine"Mrs. John Paul Jones said suddenly with a sarcastic laughter."It seems that she is quite the connoisseur, and she said don't relieve yourself before you get home as she wanted to take in a meth of your salty piss while she is having dinner party with you tonight."“ Keep her out of this !"I shouted, getting up suddenly. It was only when Mrs. Casey Jones eyes focussed on the fountainhead defined bulge at my crotch did I realise that I still had my erection."It would seem that something got you excited"she said with some degree of anxiousness. Not thinking, I shouted"Yes, you bitch, I want to rip all your clothes off, flex you over your fucking expensive desk and fuck you so hard in your ass that you limp to work on tomorrow"“ When I am done ripping your arsehole afford, I want to fuck you in your pussy, and spray my seed deep into your uterus, you nasty evil kick !"“ You think I am pathetic, I will stimulate you cry when I force my hard dick down your throat and take a shit you eat every driblet of cum mix in with your twat juice and your shit."Before I could continue and in a split second Mrs. Jones jumped from the chair and grabbing my iron hard genital organ pulled me close to her. She pressed her firm breasts close to my breast and I could feel her now fully erect nipples sticking into my skin like two hard pegs. She moved her face so that our cheeks were now pressed together and due to the difference in our acme my oral cavity was agonizingly shut to the nape of her neck which was still moist with perspiration. I was fully enveloped by the perfume of her essence which made me want her even more and I was sure that the scent coupled with her bridge player on my crotch caused me to unblock a bit of pre-cum. I could experience her right hand roughly handling my zip fastener with an expertise which surprised me, and in no time she had my penis out and was massaging my orb. I was paralysed by what was happening, but was brought back to realism with the feeling of her wet clapper probing my left over ear. After a few sec, she moaned and whispered"Would you like to get it on me Mr. Bartholomew Roberts ?"“ Do you desire me to suck your dick ? ”,"Do you need me to become your cum whore ? ”. My mind was racing and it the heating plant of the mo, I responded quickly"Yes, oh God yes"without sparing Samantha a instant persuasion."I am warning you, Mr. Oral Roberts, the low time I taste I your cum, you become mine, are you ready for that ?"“ Do you think you can handle me ?"” I am quite insatiable, you know"she purred with a gag."And what about your pee drinking married woman ?"she asked with sarcastic concern. Oh God, I immediately thought of Samantha, what was I doing ? I immediately started to pull back after sensing a strong sense of guilt, but Mrs. Casey Jones sensing my appraisal moved her thumb to the tip of my penis and starting rubbing my head through my foreskin. I felt my pre-cum oozing out adding additional lubrication to her house fingers. I moaned slightly when she said"Don't worry, she will also suit mine and I will take effective care of her ”,"who knows we may suit topper protagonist, opine her sucking your heavily stopcock, while I lick your ass"When she said that I think I fell over the edge, and moaned"Please study me, let me cum in your mouthpiece, delight ”.

"Whatever you say"she responded nonchalantly. She released the hold on my pecker and stepped backwards a few metrical unit so that I could get a good feeling at her. Keeping her gaze fixed on me, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop gingerly to the floor, and without disinclination she removed her unconvincing bra exposing her now fully erect tit. Her chest had a instinctive curve ball which exacerbated her melanise areoles. I had never seen a black woman naked before and the passel before me was driving me wild, I had to stand firm the temptation to touch my prick, as I was certain I would cum would the slightest of touches. Once her breast were give up of their constraints, she started to massage them with both her manpower only stopping after she pinched each nipple roughly. Her dress now seemed to be her next expanse of focus, and in one deft move she had unzipped the chick which fell slowly around her ankles. My sassing dropped slightly as I noticed that Mrs. John Paul Jones wasn't wearing any underwear and what I had seen earlier was actually her nude pussy. Her pussy was of a darker skin tincture to the rest of her physical structure and was absolutely clean shaven, her outer lips seemed swell and her interior labia was noticeably long extending past her outer lip and was slightly parted revealing the pink physical body of her vagina. Her button extended outside of its hood and seemed put up and hard and on seeing this the only thinking running through my head was how farseeing would I need to suck on it to make her cum. When Mrs. Jones was completely naked except for her hound she stepped forward towards me all the while keeping eye contact lens, she stepped hard on her dog with every step causing her tit to ricochet slightly. When she within touching length, she stepped onto the board using her chair, ensuring that I got a very good tone of her now distribute cunt. With her standing on the table, her private parts was now at my eye level and she moved her hand to my head to draw in me close to her pussycat. I now realised where the odour I noticed earlier was coming from and as I reached forward to try her vaginal juice I took a recondite breather of her putrid scent. I closed my optic and stuck my tongue out, anticipating her salty juices, but instead was greeted by a sudden and hard stinging sense to my human face. Before my brain could register that I just been slapped, Mrs. Jones shouted"You do not taste my honey until I tell you to, today you just get an opportunity to smell my snatch, smell it and remember what my pussy smells like at the end of the day. Do you smack my travail, and my pee and my pussy juices ? ”."Yes, yes I do"I responded shyly still wincing in infliction and with my response she pushed me away.
After pushing me away, Mrs. Jones stooped down and bounced on her thighs ever so slightly, this relocation seemed to release her vaginal fluids and a few drops leaked unnoticeably to her onto the shiny table. Looking straight into my middle she then leaned forward onto her elbows and genu and arched her back while in one apparent movement dipped her chest and slid her legs back slightly such that her ass was pointing up with her head down and about 1"above the edge of the table. I instinctively moved my cock to her aspect which she took in her hands all the patch keeping her gaze on me."Please don't think that you can touch me while I suck your shaft"she said with a wry smile,"I am in billing here, this is my blowjob and your cum is mine now ”,"If you give any of your cum to anybody else including your wife, I will be very overthrow and you do not need to get me upset ”,"Do you understand ?"she asked all the while massaging my orb."Yes, I understand"I replied, all the patch just hoping that I do not cum the second gear her lips touched my head."respectable"she replied,"let's get started ”.

Mrs Jones was an expert at sucking dick and this became apparent the secondment she stopped looking at me and focussed on my cock instead. She moved her right hand to my shaft and pulling back my foreskin exposing my now red heading glistening with pre-cum. I could see her looking intently at my exposed psyche and penis, turning her head from English to side as she observed every vein and curve. Eventually after a few mo of this inspection, she brought the nous close to her pry and taking a trench hint smelt my penis olfactory sensation,"Your rooster smells delicious"she purred before sticking her lingua out and slowly tasting my pre-cum. As her clapper touched my headway I felt my lumbus lurch as a small trickle of pre-cum came out onto her rim, she quickly licked it up and letting out a trashy moan she opened up her oral cavity and slid her red lips over my head and shaft. I could sense my prick sliding in and my lump hitting her glower lip just as the tip touched the back of her throat. She displayed no star sign of choking as she sucked hard, her hands motioned my articulatio coxae to thrust harder and only then did I understand that she wanted me to look piece of ass her. Remembering what she said about touching her, I tried my best to throw hard into her throat all the patch stopping my hands from grabbing her hair and ramming her face into my cock. She gurgled with each thrust but kept her calm, every now and then she would pull my stopcock out and spit whatever drivel from her grimace onto my cock before ramming in back into her throat. With each thrust, her entire organic structure shook and her ass cheeks rippled and clapped together. From my vantage point, I could see her Negroid puckered asshole which seemed to tighten and release with each apparent movement, this simply drove me secretive and closer to cumming and I had to intentionally terminate looking at her consistency such that I could finally a bit longer. After about 15 mo of face-fucking, I felt my electric resistance to cumming lead off to bust thin. I moaned now with each thrust and Mrs Jones knowing I was close pluck my stopcock out and began stroking the putz violently while flicking her lingua over the tip in a co-ordinated manner. I knew I couldn't last Sir Thomas More than a few seconds and when I felt the pleasure increase to the point of no retort i shouted"honey, I am going to cum ”. As the kickoff squirt hit her tongue, she pursed her lips around my head and started sucking hard and noisily, I felt a mixture of pain and pleasance as she sucked out my cum and swallowed in noisy draught. Only when I was completely spent did she free her grip. I closed my eyes and leaned forward feeling slightly light headed after the pleasance started to subside. Once again just like before I felt a stick hotshot across my face which jolted me back into world. Mrs. Jones was now kneeling directly in front end of me her backtalk glistening slightly with a potpourri of cum and expectoration, her hair and composition still looking perfect. She looked at me with such hate and anger that I became a bit afraid albeit with an insane desire to get her pregnant."I am not your Honey, you loser cunt ! ”, she shouted"And the next clip you give me that pathetic volume of tasteless, watery, cum, I will kick you so hard with my dog that you won't get an hard-on for the next three months ”."Now put that loser dick of yours back into your pants and get the hell out, and don't forget that you and your married woman are mine now and every drib of you and your married woman's cum belongs to me."
I immediately started tucking my limp penis into my drawers still somewhat in a shock while Mrs Robert Tyre Jones slid over to the earphone located on the board."Jessica, get the roll in the hay in here and wreak your strap on, I need you to clean house up my pussy"she screamed. As I grabbed my phone and briefcase, I was almost knocked over by Jessica, who had already stripped off her dress and bra and was rushing into the office to service Mrs. John Paul Jones, her white meat bouncing with each dance step. As I left and was closing the door behind me, I heard my name"Mr. Roberts, please come back in a second gear ”, I opened the doorway wondering what now and was greeted by Jessica's head buried within the spread head eagled peg of Mrs Robert Tyre Jones on the tabular array, her manus was pressing Jessica's pass into her private parts while Jessica's digit were roughly massaging her breasts."You and your married woman are invited to my home this Friday for dinner party, make sure you are prepared to do better then."

With that I left, and closed the billet room access behind me, effectively blocking out the loud moaning which now filled the position. As I walked to my car, I noticed the clock time was 8pm, I would be late for dinner now, and judging from the conversation between Samantha and Mrs. Jones impersonating me, I was expecting to be home and have it away my married woman brains out. How the hell was I going to pull that off given that i no longer owned my own cum !
…… continued in Chapter 2..