by Asia Marquis
“One more second,” I said. “I'll get you that drink.”
I pushed past and opened a cupboard in the kitchen and pulled a bottle out of it. Good enough, I thought, and grabbed a couple glasses.
“On the rocks, or no?”
“Sure,” he said.
I got a couple big rocks of ice and dropped one into each glass and poured the alcohol in after.
“Okay, here we go.”
He took the glass from my hand.
“Looks wonderful,” he said. “I'm really going to enjoy this while you suck my cock.”
I could feel, deep in the pit of my stomach, a fire light. I hadn't wanted to a minute ago, but now that he mentioned it... He smiled like a wolf smiles at a lamb.
“How about I make it worth your while? What's five hundred dollars sound like?”
“Put your money away, hot shot.” I didn't need money. I was intrigued enough by the offer.
“A thousand.”
I swallowed. A thousand dollars was a lot of money. Half a month's rent.
“Two thousand.”
I set my glass on the table.
“You're welcome to refuse. Kick me out, if you want. But I don't think you will.”
I pulled on the zipper of his pants before the number went up even higher. I couldn't fathom any more money changing hands. His cock was hard already by the time I pulled the waistband of his boxers down. I was practically salivating. It was huge, I wasn't sure how much of it I'd be able to take into my mouth.
“What about your accountant?”
“What about him?”
He put his hand on my head gently and I took the hint, licking up the length of his cock before taking it into my mouth. I worked on his cock and heard him grunt in pleasure.
“Oh, you're good at that.”
I redoubled my efforts, moving my tongue around the head of his cock as I sucked. He dug his fingers into my kinky hair and started fucking my face.
“Don't stop, baby, that's so good.”
I didn't stop. I wanted him to cum. Deep down inside me, I wanted it. I wondered what sort of reward he'd give me if I did a really good job. Maybe he'd put this massive cock inside me. I could feel my mind slipping away. All I could think of was that I wanted his cock. My pussy was tingling at the thought of it.
He took a fistful of my hair and pulled me off his cock.
“That's enough, now,” he said softly. “What's the price for those tits? I've had my eyes on them all day.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you want... what?” I looked up at him, my mind completely lost in a fog of aroused stupidity.
“What do you want... sir.” This white man controlling me... it's intoxicating.
“What do you want, sir?”
“Say... five hundred more to see them?”
“Whatever you say, sir,” I said, reaching my arms around behind to unzip my dress a little. The straps went down my shoulders easily and I let it fall down, showing off my bra. “Do you like them?”
“Stand up,” he said. I stood up.
He pulled me close and let them press into his face. One hand snaked up and flicked the clasp of my bra. It fell open and he let the bra fall forward and off my arms.
He pulled one nipple into his mouth and took my hand, wrapping it around his cock.
“What did I say? Five hundred? Make it another thousand. These tits,” he sucked hard on one and I gasped as I felt the shock go through my pussy. I unconsciously ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth into me. He pulled off with a soft pop. “Are absolutely worth every penny.”
I flushed with the complement. My tits were worth a thousand dollars? I wondered why I hadn't had time for men. Time for sex seemed like such an important thing, now.
I jerked his cock with my hand as he sucked my nipples, until he pushed my hand away.
“Ten thousand dollars, Alice. Ten thousand dollars.”
“Ten thousand?” I repeated back to him.
“Let me fuck you.”
“Of course, sir.”
“I want to cum in you.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Are you on birth control?”
“No, sir,” I answered.
He smiled. I couldn't think straight, but it seemed fine to me. Why wouldn't it be?
He took my hand and guided me into my bedroom, pushed me back onto the bed. He stared at my tits as he pulled my dress off, pulled my panties down. He pulled me back toward him and grabbed my hips, pushing himself inside me with a single powerful stroke.
“Oh, God,” I moaned out. I was nearly there from a single stroke, and as he moved inside me, I only felt more and more alive. I couldn't think straight, hadn't been able to think since I had come out of the kitchen. “Please don't stop fucking me, sir.”
He pushed in and held it there.
“Or what?”
“Pleeeease,” I moaned out. “I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“Please make me cum, sir. Please!”
He smiled and kept moving.
“I'm going to knock you up, you little slut,” he said.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned out as he started moving faster. “Yes, please, please knock me up.”
“Good girl.” He reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wallet with one hand as he fucked me. He pulled out a bill with the number one hundred on it and put it in my mouth, then began fucking me more vigorously.
I moaned out. It was getting harder and harder to think. He reached out and pinched one of my nipples and my mind, already floating in a sea of pleasure, exploded. I couldn't see straight, couldn't think straight. All I could feel was the cock in me, stretching me, hitting my deepest places. And then I felt him cum.
A hot, wet feeling spread all through my belly. I felt full. Satisfied. I wanted nothing more than to do it all again. He leaned forward and pulled the money out of my mouth, kissing me.
“Did you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I answered.
“Do you want to keep doing this?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Maybe you'd like to stay home and I could just come see you. You wouldn't need to worry about a thing, of course. Just wait for me to come and make you feel good. You'd have plenty of money to spend, too.”
“Uh-huh,” I answered again. I started to rub my pussy. I had cum twice, but all I could think about was cumming again.
“I'll be back tomorrow. You will swallow my cum before I go to work, right?”
I was lost in the pleasure of rubbing myself; his words barely registered.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“Perfect.”
The Aphrodisiac
Urban Interracial Bimbo Romance
Asia Marquis
Jacinda Loose preens herself in the bathroom. Her long black hair bounces with every movement she makes. When she steps out of this bathroom, she'll be stepping into a world her mother never thought she'd be in.
Laying some pink lip gloss on her large lips, she smacks them together and tries out a smile. Friendly but professional, just like she practiced all last night. Jacinda presses her hand down her body, checking that her sweater lays right on her large hips. She checks out her ample cleavage and then does up one more button so she doesn't look like she's selling her body. No, Jacinda is here to sell her brain.
Applying for an internship at a bioengineering firm scared the hell out of her, and even as she walks out of the bathroom and back into the lobby, her heart is fluttering fast. This isn't the time nor the place to look sexed up.
For Jacinda, though, it's hard not to look too sexy. There's just so much about her body that is made for touching and groping. Big hips, big lips, and big tits. The holy trinity, as her mother used to say, and extremely annoying for someone who just wants to do her job.
Jacinda smiles at the woman at the front desk. She's black too, and seeing a face similar to her own makes Jacinda feel like she really
belongs here. The secretary was even kind enough to point out that she was looking a little wild.
“Thank you again,” Jacinda whispers.
The woman nods and smiles, then points to a row of chairs. They're plastic, but not the cheap ones you normally see at doctor's offices. “He'll be ready for you soon.”
The whole room is sterile and smells a little bit like formaldehyde. On the table in front of the chairs is a selection of magazines. Jacinda leans over and shuffles through them until she finds Psychology Today.
She flips through the pages, trying to distract herself while she waits. With one leg crossed over the other, her foot shakes impatiently. It's a bad habit she picked up from an auntie when she was little.
After studying the same ad for 5 minutes, a man steps into the lobby from behind the glass doors that lead into the rest of the facilities. He chats with the secretary in hushed tones for a few moments while Jacinda watches. The secretary points to Jacinda, and the man glances at her and nods before saying something that makes the secretary blush and giggle.
With gray hair only peppered with black, you'd think that Dane Somers should look old. Instead, he looks like he could be a fitness model. His face barely has any wrinkles, too. He must work out and eat right because Jacinda is finding it hard to hold back her arousal. This is a work interview, get ahold of yourself! When Dane was only 20 years old, he started this research facility and got it off the ground. Now that he's 56, it's the leader in bioengineering studies in the United States.
Once the secretary stops giggling, Dane turns to Jacinda and calls for her. She stands up, pushing her sweater down once again before walking over to the man,
“It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dane. Your resume is extremely impressive.”
“Thank you! I've worked hard to set high goals for myself, and I always meet them.”
“That much is clear.” He smiles with exceptional warmth. Something about this man just exudes charisma. He nods toward the door. “Come on, let's go sit down and chat.”
Jacinda finds her shoulders loosening and her stress headache going away. There's no reason to be scared of this, I've got this in the bag! And indeed, her interview goes very well.
Dane pauses, holding up his glasses as he reads the end of the paper in his hand. “Well, that's the last of the questions, Jacinda. I'm again very impressed by you. I think you will make a perfect intern if you're still interested. I might even hire you at the end of your three months.”
Jacinda's heart throws itself at her chest, making herself momentarily light-headed. She smiles wide, revealing white teeth. “I would be honored!”
Dane holds out his hand, and Jacinda takes it. She practiced for weeks with her friends, trying to get the perfect handshake. Strong, firm, but still womanly.
“Well, the last thing for today is a tour of the office. Are you interested? I can't show you everything we're working on, since some things are government contracts.”
“Of course, I understand.”
“Great! Well, come on.” He stands up and Jacinda fully realizes then how handsome Dane is. Maybe it's the wave of dopamine after the weeks of stress, but Jacinda is feeling really good now.
Dane is taller than her by a lot, his teeth straight and white. But the real kicker is those icy blue eyes. She could stare into them for days and not be bored.
They both walk down a long, empty hallway before going through another set of glass doors. “This is where the magic happens,” Dane says, stopping at a 4 way intersection. He points to the lab in front of him on his left. “That lab is run by Eleanor Defoe. It's heavily guarded, and you won't be working in there without extensive training. She's been working on uses for anthrax, and we've had some big breakthroughs lately. Ah, and this one,” he points at the lab on the right. Inside, three men are laughing and pointing at a TV hanging in the corner. “They're on break right now, but they're working on using cancers to help those with degenerative diseases. I think you might fit in well there.”
“I see,” Jacinda says, wondering if there are any women in that lab. Working only with men kind of scares her more than it should.
“We also have two labs working on growing kidneys and other organs. There's a lot for you to do here.” They walk down the hallway on the right, to a lab surrounded by frosted glass windows. “And this is my lab.” He opens the door and lets Jacinda walk through first. “Here, we are studying supposed aphrodisiacs and their effect on the body.”
Jacinda steps up to the white table, glowing with light beneath the glass. There are medical papers as well as doodles and notes on shell fish. On one of the walls is a case with vials of liquid in different colors, most of them shades of red.
“So, what? Are these love potions?” She says with a grin, walking up to them. They have long names that correspond to some of the papers on the desk.
“Something like that,” Dane replies with a laugh. He brushes past her, bumping into her lightly. Her shoulder presses against the shelf and makes the glasses rattle, their pretty liquids swirling within them. “Here, we just made this video explaining what we do. We're going to send this out when we ask for more funding.” He pulls up the video on the computer and then turns on the TV hanging in the corner of the room.
Jacinda leans against the glass cabinet as she watches Dane and those who work with him explain the purpose of their work. 'Bringing people together', 'solving social ills with feelings of love', weird things like that. Jacinda thinks she'll be better off working with cancers than here.
A sudden burst of shouts erupt from the other end of the building. The shadows of what looks like three men go running by. Dane and Jacinda look at each other wide eyed as the video continues to play. Two more men go running by, one stopping to burst into the room.
“A fire started in the cancer room!”
“Shit,” Dane says, throwing the TVs controller on the desk. “Stay here! I'll be back!” He pushes past her again, this time shoving her hard into the shelves. The bottles rattle again, one clinking over and spilling onto Jacinda's head. She tries to get Dane's attention and ask for a towel, but his cell phone is pressed against his ear and he's out the door before Jacinda can say another word.
She sits down in one of the comfortable chairs and pulls one of the medical papers over to her. She tries to read it, but the occasional shouts and then the sound of firetrucks keeps her from focusing. Not to mention, the strange liquid is making the skin on her scalp tingle.
Her body is starting to feel hot. Pulling off her sweater, she's left in just her tank top. Her tits are spilling out, but she already has the job so who's going to complain now?
Jacinda's breathing becomes shallower, and by the time Dane comes back into the room she's leaning back and fanning herself with the papers from the desk.
“Are you alright?” He asks, coming to her side. He touches her shoulder and notices it's wet. Looking around the room, his eyes fall on the red liquid spilled on the floor next to the shards of glass that once held it.
“Did... you didn't get that on you, did you?” Jacinda looks up at Dane and is suddenly full of affection for him. She wants to pull him down and hug him, cuddle with him for hours.
“I did. What the hell is it? I'm burning up!” She's considering pulling off her tank top now and just letting Dane see her body. He won't mind, right?
“Shit, one thing after another... We have to quarantine you. You just dosed yourself with one of the most potent aphrodisiac mixes I have made, and it's barely tested. Not only that, but you probably got a dose a couple hundred times higher than what I would recommend.”
“Oh,” she says. She looks down and watches her breasts rise and fall with each breath. It's interesting, and sexy. They're also aching. She presses her hands under them and massages them while Dane watches. His pale face turns bright red.
“I'll, uh, get out of your way and come back when you're feeling better.”
“Wait!” She says, standing up. Her h
ead is spinning. “Stay with me! I'm scared!” She pulls Dane closer to her, pressing her body against his. Holding onto him tight, a few tears fall from her eyes. They smell like roses.
“I really have to go. If I don't leave soon, you'll become attached to me-”
Jacinda rubs her hand up and down his leg, cooing into his ear. “Please, stay with me,” she pants. Her soft lips rub against his ear lobe and her eyelashes flutter against his cheek.
He pushes her away and steps closer to the door. “You're not aware of what you're doing. This is just the aphrodisiac.”
“How do you know? Maybe you just have me all hot and bothered. Maybe I'm just naturally turned on by you.” Jacinda unbuttons her pants and slides a hand down the front of them. “Mmm, I'm so wet for you.”
Dane looks at the door again, then locks it. Jacinda pounces onto him, kissing him hard and savoring his taste. He grabs her hair, pulling her head back before biting into her dark neck. It's salty from her sweat.
“Bite harder,” she moans, the words caressing his ear and making his body tingle. His hands shake. It's been over a year since he's had sex, and his body might know what to do but his brain is scared. It's terrified of this sexy woman, begging for him.
Her hands dig into his lab coat. She tugs at the fabric and clings to him as he walks her over to the desk and lifts her so she can sit on it. His hands grab her thick, juicy thighs and spread them wide. His finger softly wiggles against the fabric of her pants, moving just enough to send waves of pleasure from her clitoris through the rest of her overheating body.
Jacinda grabs her tank top and tears it off. Her bra, leopard printed and a size too small, barely contains her slightly swollen breasts. Dane takes one of them into his hand, lifting it and then letting it fall. He watches as the surface moves like a body of water disturbed by a soft breeze, rippling and then slowing down again.
If he were lucid, he might come to realize that the aphrodisiac doesn't only affect the person using it. It affects the object of their desire, who responds to their sexuality with desire of their own. Dane bites his bottom lip as he peels down the cup holding in her right breast, revealing a dark brown nipple standing at attention.
