"It really is," I replied. I smiled and walked towards the dark man with the deep voice. "Hey, Mr. Jackson!" I exclaimed as I went to go hug him. And as I hugged the powerful man, it only brought back the urges I quenched just moments ago. I gripped my hands around his back and rested my head on his large chest. It was more comforting and arousing than anything I had ever seen or felt before.
"How have you been?" He asked me as I pulled my head from my chest, but left my hands on his waist.
"I've been good, Mr. Jackson. How long has it been? I don't think I have seen you for a few months since the last corporate barbecue."
"Damn, has it been that long?" He asked me with his deep thick accent. "Well, I'm assuming that your father sent you over to bring me some documents?"
"Uhm, yeah, here they are," I responded as I pulled out a large set of neatly arranged documents from my bag. "I hope these are all the papers that he needed to give you." He began to weigh the papers in his hands and quickly scan them.
"Yeah, I think this all it," he replied. I stood there and turned my head to the beautiful fountain that was decoration in front of this billionaire.
"Well, I guess that's it then," I continued as I started to make my way back to my car.
"Wait!" Exclaimed Mr. Jackson. I turned around to face him who now had almost a needy look. "Why don't you come inside for a glass of water and we can catch up?"
I pondered the idea of going into Mr. Jackson's house. My Dad's bosses' house. But, after taking a hard look again at the man that I saw previously in the picture, I just couldn't let this opportunity escape me.
"Uhm, yeah sure thing," I replied with a cheerful smile.
"Great! Follow me."
I began to follow Mr. Jackson now who was walking to the entrance of his 21st-century castle. The steps were paved with fantastic bricks that felt smooth with every step. It was almost as if there was no bump, even though his house rested on a large hill. I came to the steps leading into his house, and these were of stone that was whiter than anything I had ever seen before. It was almost as if Mr. Jackson took the purest form of each color and used it to decorate his house. Everything from the neon blue fountain to the white elegant steps.
"Have you ever been to my house before?" Asked Mr. Jackson.
"No, I haven't," I replied. "But, it sure is beautiful, I must admit," I continued.
"Thank you!" He exclaimed while laughing with his deep voice. "It took me years of building up my company to ever reach this point, but I guess hard work does pay off."
"It really does," I replied with a laugh.
"Well, welcome to my home," he said as he held the door open to his luxurious house. I entered his kingdom and was fascinated with the layout of his house. There were entrances to many different areas of the house. Stairs that led to bedrooms, offices, and anything else you can imagine. And on my left and right were even more rooms that could easily hold hundreds of people. His house was much larger than I had expected. I had never been inside an actual mansion before, but there definitely a beauty that rested inside of it.
"You have a beautiful house, Mr. Jackson," I said.
"Thank you, Chloe. But, please, call me Lucas. Or, you can even call me Luke if you feel comfortable with that." I blushed as he began to break down the barriers of awkwardness.
"Alright, Lucas," I replied with a funny tone. "Where is Mrs. Jackson anyway?" I asked with a hope that he would say gone.
"She's actually off to see her family in another state. She probably won't be back for another week. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. Was just curious," I replied with my face now crimsoning.
"Well, please make yourself comfortable in my home while I go grab some water," he said as he gestured me towards the couches next to a lit fireplace in a large room.
"Alright, thank you Mr. Jackso- I mean Lucas." I walked towards the couch and sat down as Mr. Jackson went off to the kitchen. I sat on the leather couches that felt amazing. I looked around the room as I sat straight up to be polite. Mr. Jackson did sure own a lot of art along with a lot of basketball merchandise. My mind began to wander to the thought of Mr. Jackson playing basketball with his shirt off outside. As the sweat rolled down his chiseled body and made it glisten almost as if it was oiled. I began to squirm in my seat as I got more and more aroused from the thought of Mr. Jackson teasing me. I heard footsteps come from behind me as I struggled to find the right position that made it less awkward.
"Here we are," said Mr. Jackson as he walked towards me to hand me a large glass of water.
"Thank you, Lucas. This is a lovely home that you have," I replied, attempting to stay formal. I didn't want to embarrass my Dad because this was his boss. I didn't want him losing his job.
"Thank you, Chloe. A lot of the art, I hang up is more for the show, but the basketball merchandise is a bit more personal. I always enjoyed collecting basketball merchandise since I was a kid. Every chance I got, I would always try to collect autographed merchandise from the best players. Autographed basketballs, autographed basketball cards, autographed jerseys, hell, even autographed socks," he said laughing. I laughed back to humor Mr. Jackson since I was a guest in his home. I sat there quietly now, drinking my water. I looked up to Mr. Jackson who was gazing at me, and quickly looked away with a blush. I drank my water quickly in a panic.
"Well, it looks like someone was thirsty," he said with his cheerful laughter.
"Yeah, it was a long ride here," I replied laughing.
"No problem, let me go get you some more water," he said with insistence.
"Uh, it's, well, okay," I replied as I struggled to find the right words. Mr. Jackson walked over to me and towered over me. I looked up and as I did so, I saw Mr. Jackson fumble the glass of water that he had in his hands. Soon, I felt a coldness overcome me. The cold water that was in Mr. Jackson's hands a few moments ago was now on my chest and pants.
"Shit! I'm, so sorry, Chloe," he said as he stood over me, not really sure what to do.
"It's okay. Really," I replied.
"Here, let me help you," said Mr. Jackson. He began to take some paper towels that were on the table and brought them over to me. He knelt in front of me, and now I was towering over him. He took the paper towels and began to pat my wet thighs gently. I quickly began to blush as the man that previously turned me on was now so close to my cavern, and touching me. Luckily I was already wet from the water because this would've been a bit more awkward is he realized how turned on I was right now. I gazed towards Mr. Jackson who continued to put his hands on my thigh gently. He patted my thighs and then slowly began to rub them with his large, coarse, dark hands. He looked up at me and smiled. Was he into me? No. There's no way. He has a wife.
"I think I'm good," I said nervously.
Mr. Jackson got up and now sat on the couch very close to me. I moved my body together to take up less space as I was becoming more and more nervous from the fact that my biggest crush was this close to me.
"Are you sure, Chloe? We should probably get you out of that shirt," he replied with a charming grin.
"Mr. Jackson?" I asked, wondering what he was aiming for. Mr. Jackson put the paper towels to the side and now began to just put his dark coarse hands on my wet thighs.
"Please, Chloe. Just call me, Lucas," he replied with the same charming grin.
"Mr. Jackso- I mean Mr. Luc- I mean Lucas, is this really appropriate? You are my dad's boss, and you have a wife."
"No one has to know, Chloe," he began again. "Plus, my wife doesn't even come close to being as sexy as you." Mr. Jackson began to move his body closer to me now. Keeping his hand on my thigh, Mr. Jackson began applying his wonderful dark lips on my neck that only began to arouse me more than before. Was this really happening? The man that I had pleasured myself to only thirty minutes ago was now assuming the role I imagined him to.
"Ahh, Mr. Jackson," I moaned loudly as I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. His tender kisses on my neck and his ha
nds on my thigh were only sending more heat to my cavern. I opened my eyes and began to eye the bulge in his pants. The bulge was so large, and I really wanted to see that cock of his. My mouth watered from the thought of getting it out of his pants and into my mouth. Before I melted just being in his presence. But, now, I was being touched by the powerful man who ruled the world within this house. Things were going amazingly as Mr. Jackson treated me well until I viewed the photo of my Dad and our family across the room.
"Mr. Jackson, I think we should stop this from going any further. You're my Dad's boss."
"So?" He replied.
"It's just that it is very inappropriate. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize my Dad's job." Mr. Jackson began to sit in his seat and think really loudly as how to play his next move.
"How about this, if you don't play along, your Dad get's fired." I went bug-eyed. I was shocked as to what Mr. Jackson had just said. Was he serious that he would fire my Dad if I didn't give into our needs? Then again... This could be the perfect opportunity to be with the man I pleasured myself to almost every night. I turned my eyes towards Mr. Jackson who had the charming grin on his face. Then, I moved my eyes to the bulge in his pants.
"Alright," I sighed. "If this is for my Dad, I'll do anything for him to keep his job," I replied with a smirk on my face as I knelt down in front of his bulge now. I removed my wet shirt that I had on now to reveal my milky white breasts to Mr. Jackson. I put my hands on his knees and began to move my hands up as he reached over to cup my breasts.
"These are nothing compared to my wife's," he said laughing. "You're milky white tits feel amazing!" He exclaimed. I smiled as he complimented me and went forward into uncovering the large cock that he hid from me. I gripped the leather belt that he had over his black dress pants, and began to pull it off gently. After finally taking it off, I unbuttoned his button and pulled down his zipper. Mr. Jackson helped me bring his pants down a few inches to reveal the tannish boxer briefs that held his package so neatly inside. But, I needed to see the package. I inched my hands over his dark thighs that I felt for the first time ever. They were smooth, hot, and all around nice. I moved my hands to the waistband of his briefs and reached my fingers inside frantically. I pulled down his briefs very slowly and gently, teasing Mr. Jackson. I gazed up into Mr. Jackson's eyes now who awaited for his white mistress to satisfy his needs. Pulling down his briefs, I was greeted by his large black sword that popped out and stood tall. His large thick cock stood straight up, twitching, just from my presence. Putting my hand on Mr. Jackson's cock, I couldn't even reach my hand all the way around. It was larger than I had ever expected. Mr. Jackson was going to be my first time, and I was not disappointed. I had seen pictures online to prepare for what I was going to receive some day, but Mr. Jackson's cock was one of the more rare ones. I began to stroke his dark smooth cock with my hand as he felt my milky white breasts. It twitched with every stroke that I gave him and began to let out some beautiful juices. My mouth began to water as I viewed the pre-cum at the head. Without asking for permission, I took a chance and engulfed Mr. Jackson's cock with my mouth. Not able to put much of the cock in my mouth, I sucked on the top of the head, trying to suck out his sweet nectar.
"Oh shit, Chloe! My wife hasn't done this in years. This feels fucking amazing," he replied moaning and now grabbing my hair so that it wouldn't get in the way. "I can't take it anymore," Mr. Jackson said as he began to push my head down against his cock, hitting the back of my throat. His juices began to flow more and more into my mouth. As I sucked his cock, I began to rub my pearl. The taste and feel of Mr. Jackson made me spasm with pleasure.
"Wait, Chloe," Mr. Jackson began. Oh please no. Don't tell me he was going to stop now. I just started to get into it. I need to have Mr. Jackson just for a bit longer. I pulled his cock from my mouth and looked up at him as I gripped his shaft. He gestured me to stand up. I followed, and in doing so, Mr. Jackson quickly pushed him against me from behind. I felt his black cock push against my ass, seeking shelter in my cavern. He began to apply his kisses again to my neck as he rubbed his black cock against my ass.
"Go on your knees on top of the couch," he told me as he began pushing me down to the couch. I obliged and presented my ass in the black leggings that attracted all the boys in my freshman classes. I looked back and saw Mr. Jackson bite his lower lip in anticipation. He brought both hands and gripped my ass.
"I've been waiting this for years," he began. "I always saw you with your father in these leggings. The way you just had your glorious ass right in front of me, but I just couldn't have it. And I'm not a man that's used to not getting what he wants," he said as he spanked my ass. I let out a scream of pleasure.
"Give it to me, Mr. Jackson," I moaned. Mr. Jackson slapped my ass again without hesitation. But now, as he slapped my ass, he gripped it. Mr. Jackson moaned as he continued to squeeze my ass.
"I can't take it any longer!" He exclaimed as he gripped the waistband to my leggings and pulled them down frantically to reveal my naked ass. He brought his dark cock over to my cavern, and I waited nervously because something so large was going to enter me for the first time. He began to touch my lips now, teasing me.
"I'll go easy, Chloe," he said with a smirk. And with that, he began to ease his cock inside of me. With every inch he went inside of me, I clenched. It felt larger than it even looked. I opened my mouth, trying to scream from pleasure, but I couldn't. He continued to grip my ass as he buried his cock inside of me. Finally, Mr. Jackson began to bring out his cock, only to put it right back in. He began to slowly pound me as he spanked my ass every so often.
"Yeah, you like that Chloe?"
"I l-lo-love it, Mr. Jackson," I replied with trouble getting the words to come out of my mouth. "Do you like it?" I asked back to him nervously."
"I love it, Chloe," he replied with his charming grin. "Your milk white ass feels great in my dark hands. I've never had something as great as this, Chloe. For years, I watched you become a beautiful woman, but I never could do anything. Tonight, that all changes," he said as he pounded me harder now.
"Oh shit," I replied, trying to comprehend the pleasure I was feeling. "Give it to me, Mr. Jackson. I'll do anything to help my Dad keep his job," I continued.
"You're doing perfect, Chloe. If you keep this up, I'm going to cum real soon. And at this rate, I'll have to give your Dad a promotion," he replied laughing. Mr. Jackson continued to exit and enter me, with no stop in near sight. I lowered my hand to my clit as my other hand held the top of the black leather couch for support. As Mr. Jackson buried his sword into my sheathe, I frantically rubbed my pearl, just like I did thirty minutes ago. Every night that I had imagined being with Mr. Jackson was now coming true. This rich man was taking me inside of his kingdom next to his luxurious art and fireplace.
My pussy continued to get wet as I felt the heat of Mr. Jackson's pre-cum being let inside of me. The feeling reminded me of the taste, and only began to arouse me more. It felt just as great as it tasted. I began to quake as he began to go faster and I began to go faster. I moved my hips frantically, trying to get as much of Mr. Jackson's dark cock.
"Oh shit, Chloe. The way you're moving your ass! You're gonna make me cum real soon."
"I want you to cum inside of me, Mr. Jackson. Let me feel your nectar," I whined. I continued to shake my ass on his cock in order to milk out the full nectar that Mr. Jackson was hiding from me. His cock began to twitch more than before as he gripped my ass.
"Oh, Chloe!" He exclaimed. "I'm going to cum!" He yelled as he put his hands on my shoulders and began to bury his cock deeper inside of me.
"Give it to me, Mr. Jackson!" I yelled in response as I clenched and spasmed. Mr. Jackson held my shoulders and began to tower over me harder now as he buried his cock further and further into my pussy. And as he did so, I felt his cock begin to start pumping. I knew what was coming. And all at once, I felt his cum shoot against the inside of my pussy. With every pump, he sprayed more
and more cum inside of me, filling me up. As he did, I continued to rub my clit as I began to climax too. I spasmed as I tried to take it all in.
"Ahhh," I moaned along with Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson continued to fill me up with his delicious cum as I also came. Mr. Jackson continued to leave his cock inside of me twitching as we stood there spasming from being with each other. And finally, he let out years of anticipation inside of me fully. He removed his hands from my shoulder that he gripped for balance and removed the dark cock he buried inside of me. I looked back and saw cum still leak out. I turned around and sucked the tip of his head to swallow the remaining nectar of Mr. Jackson in an attempt to clean up. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes to take it all in. I removed his cock from my mouth and gave a cheerful smile to him.
"That was amazing," Mr. Jackson said as he looked at me.
"It really was," I replied with a smirk. I looked at Mr. Jackson who gave his charming grin and began to put his pants back on. I lifted my leggings back on and looked at the shirt that was still wet on the ground.
"Don't worry, Chloe. I'll go grab you one of my shirts and get you a glass of water," he replied.
"Thank you, Lucas," I grinned back. Mr. Jackson headed to another room in his large mansion to grab a shirt, and to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. After a few minutes, he finally arrived back with the items in hand. I rushed to put on the orange shirt that was way too big for me. And I drank the glass of water with a large amount of thirst, almost as if I just came back from doing a marathon. I finished the water and put the glass back down on the table. I looked up and smiled at Mr. Jackson.
"I really do hope my Dad can keep his job now," I said with a smirk on my face.
"Oh honey," he began. "Your Dad will be getting a promotion after that performance," he replied laughing with his charming grin. "But, if we don't keep this up, you never know what might happen to his position."
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