“You like that huh bitch? You love me slapping your ass around like a hoe?”
Janet tried to answer but all that came from her mouth was a weak yes and she nodded her head in agreement. She was so turned on and visibly shaking from the experience. Mariah felt empowered as if Janet was hers to do with as she wished.
You want more of this don’t you?”
Janet didn’t care if it made her look weak in Mariah’s eyes. She loved being woman-handled by another woman. Yes, she wanted more. She didn’t have to answer. Mariah could see the lust in her eyes.
“This is what I want you to do. After I’m finished here with you, I want you to go back to office and tell everyone that you lied about me and that you were just jealous. Okay?”
Janet hesitated and Mariah slapped her across her face again. The pain was so severe that for a moment Mariah regretted hitting her that hard, but Janet looked at her and smiled. She would do as Mariah wished if it meant that she would continue to abuse her like this and allow her enjoy the pleasures of her pussy.
It was another full hour before Janet and Mariah were finished in the shower. Her face and tongue were sore with sweet pain, but she enjoyed every second of it. The entire day had been a whirlwind for Mariah and she couldn’t wait to go home and rest her body and process everything that had happened.
Janet would be coming over the next night to continue what they had started in the shower and Mariah couldn’t wait. She was the master and Janet was the slave so she couldn’t allow Janet to know how much she enjoyed what they were doing. It was new sexual territory for her, but she was a fast learner and there was nothing she couldn’t do once she set her mind to it. She was the new CEO of Delicious Scents and had a submissive slave to do her sexual bidding. Life was good.
10/21/08… 12:02pm
Floor 6…9
The threat of rain loomed ominously all day behind the dark-grayish clouds, and like an orgasm seeking a place to release its rainfall; showers of warm rain would soon burst through the weakened clouds to fertilize the earth. Sara O’ Reilly enjoyed running through Central Park at this time of morning. Summer’s heat hadn’t as yet laid claim to the city, but it was still humid enough that the mere act of walking could work up a full body sweat.
A few early morning joggers would occasionally run past her, nod their heads in greeting and continue on their way. A cool gust of wind crept up behind her to kiss her ass cheeks under her blue running shorts. It sent shivers between her sweaty thighs, clung to her wet white wife-beater and rustled through her long red hair which went airborne making her look as if she was flying. An electric feeling of arousal ran through her body, and it only served to remind her of how long she had been without sex or the touch of a man.
She enjoyed the anonymity of the city since moving from Boston six months ago to pursue her dreams on Broadway, but lately loneliness seemed to be her constant companion. She was a month shy of her 30th birthday; no kids, no man, and a pussy that seemed to throb every time the wind changed directions. Her girlfriends couldn’t understand why she was still without a man in a city that was notoriously filled with men randomly flirting with women on every street corner. Without even trying, any woman could get laid everyday if she wanted. Even women who were beauty challenged were getting laid with an alarming frequency. Sara, with Angelina Jolie-like lips, perfectly toned body, legs that could crack a man’s skull like a walnut, and breasts the size of perfectly ripe cantaloupes hadn’t been laid in almost eight months. There are some mysteries that have no answers. Everyone was at a loss explaining Sara’s long sexless drought. If she didn’t get laid fast and soon, her pussy would be on the endangered species list and eventually declared extinct.
Patrick took a quick peek around the corner, temporarily leaving his doorman duties. Just as he hoped, Sara came sprinting around the corner and was drenched in sweat from her daily morning run. This was the highlight of Patrick’s day to watch Sara finish her run at the top of the stairs that led down into the front door of the apartment building. She was like a contortionist bending her legs and body at will. Sara was unaware that Patrick would watch her through the surveillance cameras perched a few feet above her head. From that angle, he could see every trickle of sweat rolling down her face and thighs as he zoomed in repeatedly to get a closer look.
Completely out of breath, Sara sat down on the stairs for a few minutes. She couldn’t have sat down in a worse place, but it was perfect for Patrick’s ogling eyes. He knew he didn’t stand a chance in hell of ever seeing her naked so this was as good as it got for him. The camera lens zoomed in on her and came to rest between her open thighs. She never wore panties and her running shorts had ridden up her thighs leaving her cleanly shaven pussy exposed to his deviant imagination. Sara was the sexiest white girl that Patrick had ever laid eyes on, and it was because of her that he had a perfect work attendance. She was always cordial and smiled his way whenever they met in the building, but she had no idea just how familiar he was with her body. She always found it curious that he was never around when she entered the building and waited for the elevator, but didn’t give it much thought. She barely understood a word he said whenever he attempted to engage her in conversation. His thick Caribbean accent left her at a loss to understand what he was trying to say so she would smile, wave and walk away. She pressed the up button and waited for the elevator to come down.
Shirtless and looking like a black chiseled god, Hunter sprinted to the front door of the apartment building with a last burst of energy but was too late to catch a view of the girl with the beautiful body. He received a lot of attention from women and some men when he ran through the park shirtless. No one had to tell him that he was a good looking black man. He told himself that everyday without provocation. The image in the mirror staring back at him a few times a day confirmed that fact. Believing himself to be a god among men, Hunter didn’t smoke, drink, or eat meat. He didn’t eat pussy either because, as he so eloquently put it to the last woman he slept with, “pussy was meat that was uncooked.” His body was his temple of purity and he basked in the adoration it brought him. The reflection staring back at him through the mirror next to the elevator made Hunter strike a pose of a bodybuilder. He was 6’4, 240 rock hard pounds of muscle, a smile that could light up New York during a blackout, and a dick that didn’t discriminate. His male friends referred to him as Mr. United Nation. Hunter hadn’t met a pussy that he said no to. His vanity led him to believe he was offering a contribution by allowing women the pleasure of his body and a dick that was too thick to quit.
There was only one elevator in the building and when it came back down; Hunter was pleasantly surprised to see Sara in it since she had already gone up. It was the first of the month, so she came back down to drop her rent check in the outgoing mailbox. She couldn’t help but notice the shirtless black man waiting for the elevator when she walked by, and Sara felt like a little Catholic school girl in heat when she walked by him. A musky scent of sweat with a faint hint of cologne caressed her nostrils. An image of him ravaging her body flashed through her mind quickly, and it made her blush that a stranger could have this much of an effect on her. She hoped that he hadn’t seen her reaction to his physique, but Hunter was the consummate predator of flesh and he noted how red the back of her neck and ears had gotten when she walked away.
“Game on.” he thought to himself.
Hunter, always the phony gentleman, held the elevator door open and Sara reluctantly got in with him. She noticed him holding the elevator door as she walked by and didn’t want to insult him or his kind gesture, so she got on. She pressed the sixth floor and he pressed the ninth floor; both lit up at the same time—69. Maybe if she was having sex on a regular basis then it wouldn’t have mattered much, but seeing the numbers 6 and 9, lit up like an invitation, sent a wave of arousal spiraling through her body. She gulped hard in hopes that she wouldn’t blush, but it was too late. Her body reacted to the image of her and Hunter in a 69 position
. Her nipples grew in size and protruded through her white wife beater t-shirt, and trickles of sweat dripped down the small of her back. The heat of arousal blazed hot between her thighs. She gulped again but there was no air in the elevator, so she stared off in space hoping that Hunter wasn’t looking at her. Sara had never been so mortified in all her life. There might as well have been a sign on her forehead saying FUCK ME PLEASE!
Patrick sat at his station in his office with the cameras zoomed to within inches of Sara’s face and chest. He instantly noticed how hard her nipples had gotten and how her face had become flushed with excitement. He couldn’t figure it out for a second until he zoomed back and noticed Hunter. He despised Hunter’s arrogance, but had to admit that he was an attractive man and he understood why the ladies threw themselves at him. Patrick rationalized that if he was a woman that he would probably do the same thing. That thought repulsed him and he quickly zoomed back to Sara.
“Are you alright?” Hunter innocently asked Sara. He knew how to play the game and she was in his arena now.
Sara was startled to hear his voice and that he had noticed the change in her face. She hoped that he didn’t think that she was scared because it was the last thing in the world she was feeling.
“I’m okay,” she turned to him and smiled. It was one of those smiles that you give when you’re trying to mask your true feelings in hopes of deflecting attention. Hunter was a true predator and he noticed everything. “Maybe I ran a bit too far today. I’ll be okay,” she said to him, hoping the words coming from her lips were believable.
“I’m Hunter Strength by the way. You’re a strong runner. I’ve seen you a few times in the park.”
His voice hummed like a deep baritone and it electrified Sara’s body. Her clit jumped so suddenly that she almost jumped back in shock, but she was able to contain herself.
“I’m Sara, Sara O’Reilly.”
Knowing that he had seen her running made her blush even harder. Hunter extended his right hand and she shook it. The smallness of her tiny white hand disappearing into his large black hand made her feel small. She was only 5’5 and looking up at him was like looking into a beautiful dark sky. She felt woozy and that’s when the elevator lurched suddenly and came to a stop. Everything went black for a few seconds, and they stood there unsure of what had just happened.
“Are you okay?” Hunter asked.
“I’m fine. This is the second time this has happened to me since I moved in.”
“How long were you stuck the first time?”
“It was about ten minutes so it wasn’t that bad.”
Rays of light streamed in through the cracks in the elevator door and their eyes adjusted to their surroundings. He was looking right at her and she held his stare. Patrick’s voice streamed in through the intercom system that help was on the way. He was still able to see their shadows in the elevator and hear everything they were saying through his monitor.
Hunter wasn’t sure if he was reading Sara’s body language correctly. Her eyes told him that she was hungry and her nipples and body betrayed that hunger. If he was wrong—then there might be hell to pay. He prided himself on never thinking with his dick first but instead with his other head. The air in the elevator had gotten thicker with heat, and within minutes they were both sweating profusely. Trickles of sweat dripped down Sara’s face, and she unconsciously licked her lips to taste the saltiness. She wanted Hunter, but she knew he wouldn’t make the first move. She knew he had too much to lose if he guessed wrong and made unwanted advances to her. It had been eighth months without having a man inside of her, eight months without a man kissing her, eight months without losing control and feeling the passion of an orgasm raging uncontrollably through her pussy. She wanted to feel that sensation again. She wanted Hunter Strength to fuck her with reckless abandon. A voice that didn’t sound like hers spoke from her full lips. It was the hunger in her body speaking.
“So what are you waiting for? Do I have to beg you to fuck me?”
Sara couldn’t believe what she had just said and neither could Patrick and Hunter. Their dicks throbbed in unison of anticipation of what was about to happen. Sara had no idea she was turning on two men at the same time.
Hunter slowly approached Sara. Her words had emboldened him and given him permission to handle his business. He enjoyed all kinds of women, but there was something about white women that really got him stirred up. He enjoyed watching his dark skin tone merge into the hue of the pale skin of a white woman. It drove him literally insane to watch the thickness of his shaft stretch and fill the soft pink folds of skin. He could often feel the stares of some angry black women and white men who seemed to wish him death for crossing over to the other side. It seemed like it was a battle between good and evil for the salvation of the universe. He also received the jealous stares of black men who wished it were them, and white women who yearned to taste his chocolate thunder as he enjoyed the company of a beautiful young white woman. He was oblivious to it all. It was his life and he could do whatever the fuck Hunter Strength wanted to do with his life.
“You’re gonna get it,” he smiled at her devilishly as he bent his head down to kiss her.
“I sure hope so, Mr. Strength.”
She breathed his last name with the intense heat of desire and it made Hunter even harder. He couldn’t wait to part the wet folds of her pink flower and hear her moan for him. He wanted to fuck her like one of those women in the porn movies. Moans of passion were an adrenaline rush for him and his erection would get so hard that it was painful. It was a sweet kind of pain that he relished and wanted. Lately, sex for him didn’t hold the same challenges and passion anymore. When you’ve had something way too much, it loses its appeal; but now, he felt his blood racing hot and he was fully engaged in enjoying the sweet flesh of Sara O’Reilly.
Sara tilted her head forward and her red hair covered her face and stuck to his. They were both blissfully sweaty. Hunter brushed her hair aside as he pulled her small body into his. She felt fragile as if she could be easily dominated. Their lips met. It felt like two balls of fire raging for dominance. His hands were on the small of her back and quickly eased down to her ass. His hands were huge as they firmly squeezed both her cheeks. She moaned her approval as she planted herself against his chest. Her small hands massaged his bald head then wandered to his face, then his chest. Just touching him was making her wetter and she tightened her muscles to keep her moisture from escaping. Their tongues danced and spoke to each other exchanging the secrets of passion they hoped to discover. Hunter’s hands disappeared into Sara’s shorts and the warmth of her flesh greeted his touch. Her moist lips were thick. They were extra sweet and filled with the sweet nectar of passion with which he wanted to coat his dick.
Patrick sat at his desk both shocked and jealous at what he was seeing and hearing. Little Miss Boston was going to get fucked in his elevator and he wasn’t the one doing it. His erection thrashed about angrily in his pants and he released it from its prison.
Sara was beyond the point of no return. She wanted this. She needed it right now as much as anything she had ever needed in her life. She enjoyed feeling powerless in Hunter’s embrace. The strength of his erection thumped repeatedly against the front of her shorts. It wanted inside of her in the worst possible way. Her hands slid down his chest and into the front of his black shorts. His pubic hair tickled her palm as she wrapped her hands around the heat of his thick shaft. She squeezed it and felt its heat kiss her fingers. He moaned in appreciation. She squeezed it again and this time his moan was that of the sweet pain of pleasure. Her right hand wandered further down to massage his balls. They felt like golf balls in her hands and she couldn’t wait to see the size of the club that he was swinging. He would definitely be hitting a home run today. Hunter was fully loaded and could quench her thirst with a full glass of passion cum juice. Sara squeezed the base of Hunter’s balls and his erection stiffened as if saluting her passion. It was primed and ready to
dive deep into her sweetest and wettest ache nestled between her quivering thighs. Slowly she lowered herself onto the elevator floor until she was on her knees and her face was mere inches away from Hunter’s crotch. She was not herself anymore. Her suppressed desires had manifested into pure lust and her body felt as it had been set on fire by passion. That’s when Sara heard two distinctly different sounds of heavy breathing. At first, it confused her because she thought it was her breathing so heavily, but then she realized that the speaker was directly next to her ear. It was that pervert Patrick getting his jollies off viewing them from the screen above her. She didn’t care. It excited her even more that she was turning on two men at the same time.
Hunter looked down at Sara who was on her knees in a praying position. Her red hair was matted against her face. He could still see her eyes and her full lips which he hoped would soon be filled with the darkness of his pulsating erection. He was ready to anoint her and forgive her of all her sins. All she had to do was deep throat him until he squealed like a pig in mud heaven. He closed his eyes, leaned back against the cold metal wall and felt his black shorts being slipped off until he was completely naked. He didn’t allow himself to think of what would happen if the power suddenly came back on and his mostly white neighbors caught a glimpse of his naked black body in the elevator. There are some things in life that are worth the risk. A beautiful woman who had now undressed herself and was on her knees about to pleasure him in an elevator was a risk well worth taking every time.
Patrick was in porn heaven. He felt as if he was watching his favorite porn actor, Lexington Steele, in action. Instinctively, he begun to massage his crotch and now his pants and underwear were on the floor in a heap around his shoes. He was in full masturbating mode and was in awe of how perfect Hunter’s body was sculpted. His eyes lingered on Hunter’s body and then back to Sara’s, and he continued to masturbate. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined that she was on her knees for him. A surge of energy pulsated through his body, and he struggled mightily to hold off spewing his pleasure all over his hands.
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