This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people, living or dead, actual events, establishments, organizations, and/or locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Other names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, as are those fictionalized events and incidents that involve real persons and did not occur or are set in the future.
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100 Shades of Black
1
Every time she walks in, I smile. I can’t explain what makes me smile, maybe it’s her aura… maybe it’s her scent, either way; once I smile she reciprocates. We always shake hands and react formally to each other, it has officially become a routine, something redundant and when I find myself getting bored, I feel obligated to let that person know.
I understand it won’t be easy, but it’s got to be done. So, I take a deep breath and calm myself. “You look lovely as usual, Mrs. Green.” I compliment and she reacts by blushing and
batting her big, pretty brown eyes, but she never speaks, so I continue. “I called you in today because I wanted to tell you this face to face and not over the phone or through text.”
She removes her glasses and starts to unbutton her three thousand dollar Burberry trench jacket.
I tried to stop her. “No need to get comfortable Mrs. Green, this won’t take long.”
But she continued.
When she got down to the last two buttons, she ripped the jacket open and the buttons went flying through the office.
Her firm, ripe 36 D’s sat upright and her nipples were pointed directly at me, like… lick me!
My dick got hard and she saw it. “Mrs. Green, this is inappropriate behavior. We’re in my office for God’s sake.”
It was like my words went pass her ears, hit the wall and just fell to the floor.
“Cameron, cut it out and just give me what the fuck I want.” With both arms she brushed everything off of the top of my desk, pictures, papers, pen and pencils.
“Michelle!” I tried to act upset.
She just smiled. “I love it when you say my name.” she jumped across my mahogany wood finished desk and tugged at my belt.
This surely was not the way I planned this. I’m supposed to be breaking up with her and here I am getting seduced by her.
When I looked down, my pants and boxers were on my ankles and my dick was being shoved in Michelle’s mouth.
Her warm tongue sent a sensation of pure ecstasy through my entire body.
I wanted bad to tell her it was over, but how could I? Not now at least, especially when she has the most cherished piece of mankind wrapped in her lips.
Hell no.
Plus it felt too good!
I watched as she handled all eleven inches.
She jerked with both hands and made that extremely enticing slurping sound as her head bobbed up and down.
Saliva covered my shaft and hung from her chin like a spaghetti noodle.
She looked up at me, winked and pushed me into the chair that was directly behind me.
“You thought you were gonna call me in here and tell me some lame ass excuse about why you aint fucking with me no more… nah nigga, not today.” She reached down, grabbed a condom from her jacket, rolled it halfway down my meat and then sat in my lap reverse cowgirl style.
She slid down on the head. “Ohhhhh Mr. Black…” she crooned.
Her pussy was warm, tight and cozy, like it always was.
I spread her ass cheeks with my thumbs and she slid down a few more inches.
Her moans grew more intense and I could feel her moistness building by the seconds. “You like when I ride this dick, don’t you Mr. Black?” she turned, looked at me and sensually bit down on her bottom lip.
My fuck face was on heavy as I watched her love cream drip down my pole, but before her ride started I wanted to taste her sweetness, so I grabbed her by the waist, bent her flexible frame over my desk and got on my knees.
As soon as my tongue brushed her clit, she came.
“Ohhh shiiitt!... not the tongue… ooohhhhh!”
I pushed two fingers deep inside of her wetness, licked the running juices that trickled down my hand and then buried my face in her vagina.
My tongue maneuvered through her maze, touching spots she never knew could be reached.
I licked, slurped, sucked and not even a minute in she climaxed again.
She reached back and palmed the back of my head thrusting my face further into her love. “Yessss Mr. Black! Ooohhh!” her legs started shaking and she tensed up. “Put that dick in me Mr. Black. I wanna feel all that…”
I stood up, stroked my manhood until it was stiff and rubbed the head on her soaking lips.
“Pleaaasseee put it in meeeee!” she begged. I went deeper. Almost halfway… “Oh! Oh! Ummmmm…” I was nine and a half inches in and she was taking it like a pro. “I want it all!” she demanded.
I snatched both of her arms and cross pinned them behind her back. “You want all this dick, huh?”
I shoved every bit of my eleven, long inches up in her.
“Oh my God! It’s in my stomach!” her breathing was heavy. “Fuck me, Mr. Black... fuck me!”
And that’s exactly what I was doing, fucking the shit out her.
It was a mad fuck too, because I was upset at myself.
“Damn, Mrs. Green… you got some goooood pussy!” I stroked continuously, sweating during the process.
I pulled out and peeled the condom off.
She got up. “What the fuck are you doing?” her right hand came across my face so hard I didn’t know how to react, so I wrapped my fingers around her neck and slammed her back against the twelve foot window that overlooked Wall St.
She slid down to her knees, lifted my shaft and tongue kissed my sack.
I felt like I was on top of the world looking down at all the pedestrians milling about and then I looked down at Michelle’s pretty ass and I was ready to cum.
She jerked and licked the head of my little soldier like it was her favorite flavored ice cream.
“Yesss… I’m cummin’… Ohhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiittttt!”
I squirted and cum drenched her angel like face.
She still jerked and more cum shot onto her breast. “Daaammnnn… Mr. Black that’s a lot of juice,” She laughed and wiped her mouth. “Now get out…” I said, picking my briefs and pants up. When I said it, it surprised her but she definitely didn’t take offense to it.
“Fuck you nigga… I’ll be back next week… have that hard and ready for me…” she grabbed my dick and squeezed. “By, by Mr. Black.” she sang.
2
-THE NEXT DAY
"So, did you talk to Theresa again? She was hot." "Earl, what did I tell you about walking into my office unannounced, this is the third time this week. Do I have to ban you from coming in here?" I was angry, but only because this was more than the third time I had to tell him the same thing.
Earl is the assistant manager here at Shades of Black. He's a good kid, he just doesn't listen.
"I'm sorry Mr. Black. It won't happen again."
"It better not. I won't be so cordial next time." I said. "And no, I haven't spoken to her. You do have a point though... she is hot."
We shared a laugh and then Earl passed me a folder.
"Current sales for the quarter," He said. "Things are picking up tremendously."
I nodded in agreement as my eyes searched the doubling figures. "This is great news Earl. And to think, this quarter
is usually the slowest."
"Sure is," he complied. "I think we can attribute this sudden spike of success to that hell of a marketing idea you came up with."
"You want me to pull my pants down and bend over. It's much easier."
"Aww c'mon Mr. Black I didn't mean it like that."
"Anything else Earl?" His presence was slowly beginning to irritate me. Earl pressed a few buttons on his iphone. "You got a one thirty with Mrs. Redford and then nothing until four. We got the meeting today." I snapped my fingers and sucked my teeth. "Goddamnit, how did I forget about the meeting today? Okay," I grabbed my suit jacket off the chair and tossed it on. "If Mrs. Redford isn't here by one thirty three I want you to cancel."
"One thirty three?"
"Must I repeat myself Earl?"
"No sir. Sorry Mr. Black."
"Don't be sorry... get out." I checked my Breitling and had exactly an hour before Mrs. Redford showed up.
"Why you so harsh on the poor guy Cameron? Take it easy." I knew that voice anywhere. "Keon, you finally decided to show up huh? I forgot; do you still work here?" I always got a little nervous when my brother entered the room. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but I didn't think I was scared of him.
"You a comedian now huh? How could you forget Cameron—I own half the place." He laughed; that sorry, annoying, obnoxious squall that I had heard too many times during my young life.
"Please don't remind me. The way I see it, if you're not putting in half the work how can you claim half the fortune?"
"No one cares how you see it Cameron. It's in black and white. There's nothing you can do about it." Keon shrugged his shoulders, turned and left out my office. Most of what he said was truth and that's why it hurt so bad but overall SOB (Shades of Black) was originally my idea. The only obstacle I had to hurdle was a financial one. I was broke and needed start-up money to launch and the only person I could go to was Keon.
At the time he was somehow involved in the dealing of drugs. I don't know any details about the situation, but I do know that the people he was connected with were high level pushers.
I laid my proposal out for him and to my surprise he was thoroughly impressed. He thought it would be a great idea, so I asked him for $50,000.
"Fifty thousand dollars!?" He approached me and placed his hand on my forehead.
I backed up. "What are you doing?" "Did you bump your head Cameron, because you must be out of your mind; what… you think I just got fifty thousand dollars lying on a floor somewhere? I'm afraid it doesn't work like that little bro."
"Well, how does it work?" I was desperate and at the moment willing to do just about anything to get some backing for this project.
"Don't worry about all that. Why don't you go ask dad."
"Dad?"
"Yeah, that guy who donated his sperm so that you could become a life form. I'm pretty sure he won't pass up on this splendid business opportunity."
"I'm serious Keon. You already know what dad is going to say."
Keon smiled. "You got a point."
We knew exactly what our father's response would be and it sure wasn't what I was looking forward to hearing.
"How about this..." He paused and then continued. "I can spare $15,000 right now, but I want fifty percent of everything." I didn't give it a second thought. "Deal," I said, and we shook hands. Two days later I took a couple thousand dollars and went and got a website designed and retained a lawyer to draw up my official proposal. When I built up enough courage to present it to my father he was delighted and rightfully surprised.
"I'm proud of you son," he said, pulling me into a bear hug.
He gave me $100,000 and told me it was an investment in SOB, but the catch was, in return he wanted two percent ownership.
I didn't exactly realize what he had done until a year later when I decided that I wanted to make an expansion within the company.
"What do you mean I can't?" I didn't fully grasp what my lawyer Mr. Murphy was trying to tell me. "Cameron, you're not the sole owner of the business. You have partners and no changes can be made within the company without prior consent from all parties." He explained.
"My brother? Don't worry about him. He leaves all decision making up to me."
"Not Keon, I'm talking about your father."
"My father?"
"Yes," he said. "That two percent he owns is worth much more than you think it is. He basically has as much say so as the two of you do. But I thought you knew this." Mr. Murphy was a Temple alumnus such as me. He was from the south side of Chicago and had barely escaped death more than a few times growing up in the cold, rough streets of the Windy City. He was the coolest lawyer I had ever came across in my life and I've acquainted many throughout travels. Never once had I known him to lie to me and he was always straight forward in his opinions. His retainer rate was high as hell, but the services he provided were well worth it.
And he was right, I did know it, but at the time I was so overwhelmed and joyful about him agreeing to the deal that I let the excitement hinder my focus and I forgot about the business aspect for a moment. What more could you expect from a 21 year old. I was fresh out of college with a brand new degree in business management, but no job and I knew I wanted more for myself. Yeah, I could've easily sat on my ass all day and ate off the fat of the land, but that was the land my father built and I wanted my own.
Now, ten years later Shades of Black is the most prominent African American owned magazine company in the country and even our competitors are scratching their heads trying to figure out how we did it.
It's simple. We cater to women. Every quarter we showcase a celebrated African American woman on our cover. They're usually doctors, lawyers, CEO's, COO's or some kind of successful entrepreneur.
Our covers are the most sought after in the industry and being that I am the founder of this company I get to pick and choose who gets to grace out front page and who gets advertising space.
This is where the fun begins. Women from all over the world are desperately seeking to become the next face on the cover of SOB and the only thing coming between them and it is this eleven inches in my pants.
3
Mrs. Redford showed up on time. She entered my office and I was immediately taken aback, a white woman? Not that I had anything against white women, it's just that we usually dealt with women of color at SOB.
"Did I surprise you Mr. Black?" She asked. I'm sensing she could tell I was a little shocked. Up until this point we'd only had phone conversations and back and forth emails.
"Not at all," I lied. "Have seat, please." I glanced over her well figured frame. Her height was about average for a female. She had long, dirty blonde hair, high cheekbones, clear skin and the body of a woman who was dedicated to a workout. I hadn't seen too many white women with the flair she exuded. It intrigued me.
"So, are we any closer to making a decision?" I asked. Mrs. Redford was the wife of Mr. Phil Redford who owned a chain of luxury spa's throughout the city. My goal was to get her to solidify premier ad space for the coming quarter. I just knew it would take some persuading.
"It depends..."
"On?" "Your last quarter figures, I need to see them." She fixed the snug fitting skirt she wore and took a seat in the leather chair in front of my desk. I could feel her eyes searching me and the minuscule smirk that came across her face assured me of it.
I smiled. "You wanna see my books huh?" I stood up, walked to the front of my desk and sat on the edge. "Only executives get that privilege." Her wondering eyes traveled below my waist and then shot back up. This one was going to be a piece of cake. Usually, it took two—maybe three meetings and a dinner date; not Mrs. Redford; she wanted me— and I could tell she wanted me bad.
"Everything has its price Mr. Black," she ripped a sticky note from the pack on my desk, grabbed a pen and jotted something down. "You want what you want and I get what I want. My time is precious Mr. Black."
"Please, call me Camero
n." I took the sticky note when she passed it. "Clever." I said, grinning after I read it. "And exactly how much is this "black" book worth?"
Mrs. Redford stood up and stepped in front of my face. "A guaranteed $150,000 for the next three issues,"
As my father always said, money does not discriminate when it comes to color. Mrs. Redford dropped to her knees and started unzipping my slacks. I tried to help her, but she pushed my hands away. When she finally got ahold of the bulge in my pants her eyes expanded and she moved back.
"Jesus Christ is that all you?"
I reached in my briefs, grabbed her by her hair and shoved my dick down her throat.
She massaged the shaft until I became fully erect in her mouth and then she slapped the side of her pale face with it. "Ooh… I like this big, black cock." She licked the tip and swallowed as much as she could before gagging. Her cheeks turned beet red and her eyes got watery, but she continued to suck and choke on my chocolate blow pop.
"Get up." I snatched a handful of her hair, bent her over my desk and hiked her skirt up to her waist.
"I want you to fuck the shit out of me Mr. Black." She reached back, slid her middle finger into her soaking wet vagina and let out a soft pleasurable moan. “Ummmm…”
I slapped her ass so hard I left my hand print on her cheek.
"Oooohhh... hurry up I wanna feel that big cock inside of me." I reached in my wallet, pulled a condom out and slipped it on. Shit, for $150,000 I was about to damage this pussy. I hadn't removed my pants, briefs or shoes and before you know it I was halfway inside of her.
"Ooooohhhh!! Lawwwdddd have merrrcyyyyy! Take it out! Take it out! Pleeeeaaasseee!"
I pushed out and looked at her. "Bitch is you crazy!?"
"Put it back in... put it back in... Oooohhhh.." She was speaking fast and rotating her pelvis like a belly dancer.
I hesitated and she reached back, tugged my shirt and led me right to the middle.
"Oooohhhh my gooooddddd! I feel it in my gut... I feel it my gut... Ummmmm... I'm cummmiiinnnnn.." It hadn't been ten seconds and my dick was covered in her thick, pearl colored cream. I inched my way into her lusty cave and could feel her vaginal walls contracting as her thighs tightened up with each long, slow, well maneuvered stroke.
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