“Look, I am here to work. I do not want to mix business with pleasure.”
At least I’m trying not to in this case, I thought to myself.
He smiled grabbing my hand.
“Come with me, I have one more room to show you.”
Reluctantly I followed him down the hall and around the corner to a set of double doors. I watched as he opened one of the doors and motioned for me to enter.
I entered the master bedroom and was immediately impressed. The room was beautifully decorated in white and black furniture. The furniture was large and very ornate.
In the center of the room was a mahogany canopy bed covered in white sheets and big fluffy pillows. It was masculine and feminine all at the same time.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
I smiled.
“Yes, it’s amazing. I love it. It is not something that I would suspect someone like you would like.”
He laughed.
“Why is that?”
I walked further into the room admiring his work. I ran my fingers across the wood on the frame of the bed.
“Well, you never suspect a single bachelor could create a room so whimsical and so magical.”
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He bent his head down and kissed me on the neck.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
His touch felt so amazing and gentle.
“I’m seducing you,” he responded continuing to hold me and place gentle kisses on me.
The room and the man turned me on so much. I knew that if I didn’t leave now I would be caught up in the moment without looking back.
He led me over to the bed and encouraged me to sit down. I sat down on the soft and plush bed and he bent down in front of me.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said as he began to push my skirt up past my thighs to my waist.
“I don’t do what I should do. I do what I want,” he retorted.
“And I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
I bet, I thought. Being a young millionaire gives you the option of getting what you want when you want it.
His eyes were full of intensity and his voice was no longer gentle. It was rough and impatient. When my skirt was pushed all the way up, he forcefully pulled down my panties. He tossed them over his shoulder.
“Lay back,” he ordered.
I obeyed lying back on the bed. He pushed my legs up. Then without warning I felt his tongue plunge into my wet pussy.
“Oh!” I moaned.
He knew how to eat pussy. He worked his tongue in and out of my hole fucking me with it. Then he moved to my clit teasing me and then nipping at it with his teeth sending shots of pain and pleasure throughout my body.
“You like that?” he asked not really expecting an answer.
That was good because I probably could not give him one. I was lost in the pleasure.
He moved back and placed a finger in my pussy. It slid right inside. I was so wet I was sure anything could slide in there.
He was thinking the same thing.
“I wonder how many fingers I can get in this juicy pussy of yours,” he said as he pushed two more fingers inside of me.
He continued to fuck me with three fingers. I knew that three fingers were a little tight and I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate them. He searched and searched inside of me until he found my g-spot. At that second I cried out.
“There it is!” he said laughing.
He then began to push another finger inside of me. I cried out with pain and pleasure. I was so tight and his fingers inside of me were stretching me wide. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and stood up. Leaning over me he held them out to me.
“I want to watch you taste yourself.”
He pressed his fingers to my lips.
“Go on. Lick your pussy juice off my fingers.”
I slowly and seductively began to lick my juice from his fingers.
“That’s it. Lick it all off.”
When I had licked his fingers clean to his satisfaction he instructed me to get on my knees. I knew what he wanted when he pulled down his pants and his boxers.
What he presented to me had me a little weak kneed. His large thick black dick was standing at attention waiting for me to warm it with my mouth.
“I don’t have to tell you what I want.”
I didn’t say a word. I got down on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth urging him to fill it.
Forcefully he shoved his dick inside my warm and moist mouth. I was so wet I could feel myself leaking all over my thighs and my legs.
I sucked his cock and let him fuck my mouth. He instinctively grabbed my head taking in fistfuls of my hair. He let me suck him for a while and then he took over. He began to fuck my face hard moaning and grunting at the same time. I became just a mouth as he shoved his large dick in and out.
At one point he shoved his dick so far in my mouth I gagged hard afraid that I was going to vomit up my breakfast.
He didn’t seem to care. He continued to fuck my face hard and furiously. I thought he was going to come hard in my mouth, but then he stopped. He jerked my head back and pulled his dick out and began to stroke it.
“Lay your sexy ass across my bed. I want your ass in the air.”
I climbed onto the large bed. I got on all fours and propped my ass up in the air.
Immediately I felt a hard and painful slap on my ass. It made me jerk forward as I fell face first into the fluffy comforter.
“You’re been a bad girl today,” he said smacking me across the ass again.
“Mixing work with pleasure. Bad girl!” he said smacking me one more time.
The last slap grazed my pussy and my body shuddered with pain.
I had never been spanked before and though it hurt; it turned me on to be so mistreated. He began to just smack me non-stop. It hurt so bad that eventually it turned into this pleasure that took my breath away.
He climbed on me while I lay on the bed. He tangled his fingers into my hair and yanked my head back. I felt a sharp pain in my neck.
“You are going to be so much fun to play with.”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. I just knew that for someone I just met, he had a power over me like no one else had.
He had to. He had me breaking my promise to David and Stacey.
He let my hair go and I heard him fumbling with a wrapper and knew it was a condom. I waited patiently for him to fill me.
Suddenly, he entered me and his four fingers were no match for his large big dick. I gripped the comforter in my hands and held on as he fucked me without mercy smacking my ass occasionally as he saw fit. He didn’t care how much pain he was causing me.
He was working my g-spot and I knew I would not be able to hold on much longer. He continued to slap me on the ass as he pounded me. I was right as I came hard with his dick buried deep inside of me.
He was far from done. He continued to pound me and smack my ass. He was going at me never faltering in strokes. He reached up and placed his hand around my neck and squeezed a little as he pounded me.
Finally he came hard still pounding away. When his orgasm subsided he laid next to me on the bed. I turned and looked over at him and he smiled.
“Jonas was right. Your pussy is good!”
David warned me Jonas had a big mouth.
“I only intended to fuck you but now…I have plans for you.”
I looked at him.
“You have plans for me?”
He smiled.
“I saw how much you responded to the pain I inflicted on you. You loved it. I have been looking for a woman like you.”
I was perplexed but it turned me on to hear someone tell me that I was someone they have been looking for. It made me interested.
“What do you have planned?”
He rolled over and with his large chocolate hand he slapped me on the ass again. It was so hard it made me cry out but not
just with pain but with pleasure.
It was scary for a second.
“That’s the shit I’m talking about. You’re making my dick hard again,” he said stroking himself.
I was so turned on I could not see straight. I had never met someone like him before. Just one time and I was addicted to the type of sex he gave. He was everything I wanted in a lover.
He reached over and instead of slapping me again, he rubbed my ass where he had hit me and smiled.
“Get over here and suck my dick. I want to come in your mouth.”
I hesitated and was rewarded with another painful slap on the ass.
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
I leaned over and took him my mouth and sucked on his dick while he grabbed a handful of my hair.
I tried not to let my mind wander to the fact I broke my promise to Stacey. Instead I thought about how incredible sex with Keith was.
The way he used me and had no mercy only made me want him more. I knew that this would not be the last time. He made that clear…he had plans.
Dear Diary,
I considered myself a loyal and committed friend. I believe that I am so committed to my friends that I would go out of my way to make sure they are okay and taken care of.
Stacey and David were the closet things that I had to friends and I would do anything to keep what we have intact.
David was a very good friend and he was just as devoted to me as I was to him. He was always there when I needed him. I loved him like a brother and I always assumed he loved me like a sister.
I knew that when we had sex for the first time we were venturing into unknown territory. Brothers and sisters did not do what we were doing.
We needed a new title now to define what we had. I opted for friends with benefits. I knew our friendship was important to me and knew whatever definition we came up with needed to continue to have our friendship at its core.
Yet I enjoyed having him in my bed and wanted that as well.
David had other plans. He wanted our friendship but instead he wanted to add a commitment that was beyond the scope of what I could offer.
I thought he knew me better than that.
-H
Chapter Four
“You taste so good,” he said as his tongue drew circles around my clit.
One hand was in his hair and the other was holding on tight to the headboard.
“Oh,” was all I could manage to say.
He continued to eat me and pleasure me. He liked to see me squirt and had two fingers inside of me fingering my G-spot. I was so close to coming. I could feel the familiar buildup of pleasure tempting me to erupt.
“Oh David…,”
That was his cue to get out of the way. He moved but continued to finger me. Not even a second after he moved, I erupted with loud screams spraying the room and soaking the sheets through to the mattress.
I closed my eyes feeling the power of my orgasm. When my orgasm faded and the flow died down, I could hear his laughter ringing in my ears.
“Wow baby. I think that was the best one yet,” he said patting me on my stomach.
I laughed looking at the bed and across the room. I had made quite a mess.
“Yes, I agree,” I said sitting up on my elbows. “This one was pretty wild.”
I plopped backwards letting my head hit the pillow. That orgasm took a lot out of me.
I felt him lean down. He placed his lips on mine. We kissed a soft gentle kiss. He still tasted like my pussy.
“Let’s go shower.”
He moved off the bed and eventually I followed when I heard the water running in his master bathroom. I climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He was already naked with his sexy pale ass in my view. I walked up to him and smacked him there.
“Ouch,” he exclaimed laughing as I stepped into the shower.
The hot water felt amazing as it began to wash my own cum from my body. I ran my hands all over myself and just let it relax me. I felt him step in behind me. His shower was much larger than the one in my condo. There was plenty of room for the both of us with multiple large shower heads.
It was beautiful. I should know. I designed it. However, I had no input on the shower heads. David is a big man and needed a very large shower. This bothered me a little.
I tried my best to try and not get my hair wet as the water would turn my perfectly relaxed hair into a perfect frizzled mess. Most people assume because of my biracial status that I would have luxurious hair but it’s no walk in the park.
I felt his hands on me as he pulled my body against his. I could feel his dick hard and erect against my back. His hands came up and grabbed a hold of my breasts. I let my head fall back against him and enjoyed the sensations that his hands brought me.
“Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my hard cock?” he asked demandingly.
I turned and looked at him.
“Not that I would have to get on my knees as tall as you are, but not in here. My hair will get wet!”
He rolled his eyes.
“Do I look like I give a fuck, woman?” he asked obviously annoyed.
I raised one eyebrow at him with my hand on my hip.
“You better give a fuck! It cost me $100 to get my hair looking this good!”
Money I should not have spent in the first place. You can see where my priorities are. I could get my busted up car fixed or get my hair done.
I tried to turn back around, but he grabbed me, lifted me and planted my body against the cold slate tile. There was a shower head positioned right above me and showered down on me getting my entire body completely drenched…including my hair.
“David!” I screamed.
I could hear him laughing.
“I don’t get how someone who complains about money the way you do, has $100 for your hair.”
Before I could retort, he was kissing me hard probing every nook and cranny of my mouth. I melted against him. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He was strong and held me firm against him. Without warning he pulled back just enough to thrust his hard dick inside of me. My breath caught in my throat as he fucked me senseless.
“Oh David,” I moaned holding onto him for dear life.
All that could be heard was the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, our bodies smacking against each other’s and our moans and grunts of pleasure.
We were slippery yet he held me as he picked up the pace fucking me like he had never fucked me before. I was literally bouncing off his dick and thighs as waves of pleasure rippled through me. I felt him grab me close and I could hear his breathing grow more and more labored.
I knew he was close.
The thought of him shooting his warm sticky cum inside of me drove me over the edge once again. I held on as I spiraled out of control digging my nails into his shoulders.
He loves to drive me crazy. Yet this time before he could revel in it, I could feel him grip me tighter as he came hard inside of me. I was afraid he would drop me, but he held me.
When he was done, he dropped me down to the tiled floor gently.
It finally hit me as I was trying to catch my breath that my hair was a mess. I reached up touching my wet mane knowing that as soon as it dries it would look terrible.
“Damn it, David!”
He laughed grabbing a bar of soap rubbing it in his hands and began to soap my body. He took his time. Gently he caressed my breast and then he was on his knees soaping and washing my legs.
While I rinsed the soap off my body, He washed himself then rinsed the soap from his body.
When we were both done, we walked back into his bedroom wrapped in towels.
“Dude, you’re going to have to clean that mess up,” I said laughing as I surveyed the mess I had made.
“I’ll just have the maid clean it up,” he said sitting on the black plush and soft couch I talked him into putting in his room.
I was appalled.
“That is so gross David. You cannot have a maid clean up my…my…”
“Your cum?” he interrupted laughing uncontrollably.
“I’d rather clean that up on my hands and knees myself before I let some stranger do it.”
“That, I would pay to see!” he said still laughing.
“I hate you!” I joked trying to keep my towel wrapped around my body.
“Come over here babe,” he said patting his knee.
I walked over and plopped down with all my weight hoping that I hurt him a little.
I didn’t.
He just wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m starving babe. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Food sounded so good but I had a meeting in an hour and I spent my free time fucking him and squirting all over his bedroom.
“I can’t. I have a meeting in an hour.”
He squeezed me tighter.
“That’s fine. We could do dinner,” he said kissing me on the back of my neck.
“We could go to a nice restaurant, have some good food and then come back here to fuck and cuddle all night. How does that sound?”
It sounded rather nice. What could be better than great food and great sex all night? The part that scared me was the cuddling.
I didn’t want to get that close to David. In a perfect world we could work. I would have no problem having him as more than a friend. Yet, this world wasn’t perfect and I wasn’t perfect. I was bound to hurt him.
“Well…umm,” I began stuttering.
I could not think of what to say right away.
“Dinner and sex would be fine but the staying the night is beyond the scope of our relationship especially if we are trying to keep things a secret.”
I could hear him sigh behind me.
“Well, maybe we need to try something new. Speaking of something new…,” he said squeezing me tighter.
“I want to take you shopping.”
I was starting to feel even more panicked.
“Why do you want to take me shopping?” I cautiously asked.
“I know that is something that you like to do and I just want to make you happy. You seem like you’re always in a bad mood lately.”
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