by Jason Lenov
So, with my seed still inside Heather she led the way downstairs.
Kwabena was waiting as promised and immediately began chatting to Heather as we stepped out into the afternoon heat.
An office had been arranged for her in the university. It was a small room, modestly furnished, but it had everything we would need. Kwabena had also lined up several interviewees. Part of Heather’s work would involve speaking to them, then analyzing the recordings to try and understand which group of languages Enusian was closest to.
After a brief tour of the campus, Kwabena took us to a restaurant across the street from the hotel. We ate peanut stew and charred chicken, followed by a local dessert of apricots, raisins and black tea baked into cakes.
When we were finished he walked us back to the hotel. But instead of saying his goodbyes and leaving, Kwabena paused, causing an awkward silence between the three of us. He glanced at me, then smiled at Heather. “I wonder, Miss Heather,” he said, eyeing me again, “if perhaps you’d like to see what the night life here in Koflao is like?” he asked.
Heather flashed a polite smile. “Thank-you, Kwabena,” she said, “but I think we’re both pretty tired from the flight.”
He shot me a look when Heather turned away, a look that made it clear that I hadn’t been part of the invitation. “Of course,” he said with another smile. “Maybe some other time.”
Then he shook Heather’s hand, nodded at me and turned to go.
Upstairs, Heather collapsed onto one of the two twin beds and put an arm across her forehead. “Wow. I am wiped,” she said.
I stood at the door, watching her and wondering what to do next.
After a few minutes of silence Heather seemed to notice I hadn’t moved. She took her arm off her forehead, stood up, flashed a wicked grin and padded across the room to where I was standing.
Looking at her was like looking into the eyes of a stranger. I felt like I barely knew this woman, someone I’d felt so comfortable with just a few days ago.
“What do you think?” she asked quietly, playing with the buttons on my shirt. “Should I let Kwabena take me out for drinks?”
The question sent a jealous chill racing through me, one that started to burn as it settled between my legs. “Are you serious?” I asked.
Heather had undone my shirt and pressed her hands against my chest and rubbed them up and down. “Are you?” she asked with a grin.
It found the question comforting. Until now I’d felt completely out of control. That had been part of the appeal, that Heather had started this game and I was just along for the ride. But her asking gave me back a little power even if it took some of the tension away. “How’s this going to end?” I asked.
Heather shrugged. “However we want it to, I guess.”
“You said you’d never sleep with another man, remember?”
She shrugged again. “I remember.”
“You changed your mind?” The possibility sent bolt after bolt of adrenaline through me, making my toes tingle with each one.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her eyes drifting along the wall. “God, maybe this is all because I went off my birth control, do you think?”
This only added to my jealous buzz. “Yeah. What about that?”
“What about it?” she asked.
“How could you…you couldn’t. We’re trying. Remember that?”
Heather bit her lip. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” Then she looked up at me with wide, wild eyes. “Oh God, Jay, how terrible would that be?” she whispered.
“What?”
“Can you imagine if I fucked another man and got…pregnant?”
The question made my blood boil. My vision blurred. Everything turned red. My cock roared to life.
Heather noticed the motion and let one hand wander down to work my pants off. When she did my cock sprang out and she wrapped a hot fist around it and gave it a soft pump. “Can you imagine? Can you imagine getting home in three months and my belly being all swollen? What would it feel like? Not knowing if it was yours?”
“Don’t talk like that,” I snapped.
A low and wicked laugh bubbled up out of her. She stroked my cock and tucked her other hand between my legs, cupping my nuts. “You’re so fucking hard,” she said, her eyes filling with excitement. “You’re so fucking hard thinking about another man, a nice big black man like Kwabena pumping me full of cum, aren’t you baby?”
I couldn’t help the grunt I emitted at what she’d asked. For some reason, for some strange and unknowable reason, I was really fucking hard at just that.
Heather kept pumping my cock as she gazed into my eyes. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me, baby,” she said, quickening her pace. “But I know what I want getting into me. A nice fat, black cock. Maybe Kwabena’s?”
The image of Kwabena’s body pressing Heather into the bed, his thick cock plundering her pink pussy, then retching it’s seed deep into her belly and taking root blossomed in my mind. “Oh fuck,” I grunted.
Heather chuckled again. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come.”
I looked down just as the first spurt of sticky white seed shot from the head of my cock. It splattered over Heather’s hand and arm. The second one flew between us and stuck to her shirt.
She kept pumping, holding me in that moment of pleasure until there was no more left. Until it hurt. Then, as I tried to push her away, she squeezed my cock and tightened her fist around my balls.
I grunted, frozen in place, not daring to move because of the pain it would bring.
When she let go of me, Heather took a step back, undid her pants and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, took another step back, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Still staring at me, she ran her hands along the inside of her thighs. “Come here, baby,” she said. “I want you to eat me out.”
And even though it was crazy, even though I knew that I should put a stop to things, tell Heather this was far enough, that the fantasy was best kept as that, I found myself moving through the room, kneeling on the floor in front of her, then crawling on my hands and knees until my face was up against her pussy.
Heather looked down at me with a loving smile. She pressed a hand against my cheek and stroked it. She split her pussy lips open with two fingers of her other hand and cupped my chin. Then she pulled me in close, stuffing my nose with pubes. “Now eat.”
While slightly humiliating, it was intoxicatingly erotic being dominated by her like that. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick.
She hadn’t showered since we’d gotten off the plane. Her flesh was especially salty with dried sweat and the stale smell of airline seats.
But I licked all up and down her crevice, cleaning her with my tongue until she pulled me up towards her clit. I spun tight circles around it with my tongue.
Heather moaned. She fell back onto the bed and brought her legs up onto my shoulders. Hooking her ankles together behind my back pressed her thighs against my cheeks. “Oh fuck you’re good at that,” she said, writhing against my mouth.
Her hold on me was so tight I could barely breath again. My jaw started to ache but still I kept licking. Finally I felt Heather start to shudder. A salty splash of juice squirted out of her pussy. Her lips made a squishing sound as it started to convulse.
Heather began to come.
It was a slow and trembling orgasm. Every muscle in her body went tight as waves of pleasure raked through her. Her leg lock tightened I worried for a moment she was going snap my neck. Then everything relaxed and she fell onto the bed.
I sprang up, panting and staring at her pussy. It was an oozing, drooling, flexing mess. Crawling up onto the bed, I stuffed my cock into it and began to saw.
Heather’s eyes were half-closed but she was smiling. She played with my hair as I brought myself to release. As my body erupted into spasms her smile widened. It was the look an owner might give their adored pet.
When it was all over Heather held my he
ad against her chest for a long time. She petted my cheek some more. “I don’t know about you but I’m ready for a shower,” she said after darkness fell.
I laid on the bed listening to the sounds of her showering, then brushing her teeth. There was a part of me that felt the pull of responsibility, of rational thought, that buzzed in the back of my mind like an annoying fly.
This is crazy. You should stop this.
I waved it away each time it got too close. After all nothing had happened yet. It was all still just a fantasy. Maybe I could decide if something actually came of this.
I had no idea how difficult that would become.
Chapter Five
The next day after breakfast we made our way from the hotel to the university. Kwabena met us at the door to the building with Heather’s office. He greeted her with a warm smile and me with a curt nod.
Heather returned his smile before turning to look at me. “Why don’t you go and set up the equipment, Jay? I need another coffee. What’s the best place around here Kwabena?” she said, flashing me a smile.
Kwabena took great delight in her asking. His eyes lit up as he began explaining that there was a place just around the corner and that he’d be more than happy to show here where.
As they walked away Heather glanced over her shoulder and winked at me.
This sent a very potent pulse of jealousy coursing through me. It was the middle of the morning and it wasn’t as if there were any possibility of anything happening between them. Still, it was very clear that she was opening the door to the possibility.
After heading upstairs I tried to concentrate on the work at hand. There were microphones to set up and levels to check. But with my mind racing through all of the possibilities of what Heather might be doing at that very moment in my absence, I found it very hard to focus.
The relief I experienced at hearing their laughter echoing down the hall a half hour later was short-lived.
Heather walked into the room absolutely bubbling.
Kwabena seemed very pleased with himself and there was an energy the two of them shared that made me very uneasy.
“Are you finished getting things ready?” Heather asked.
I nodded. “I think it would be best if we put you here,” I said, motioning towards a chair in the corner. “That way whoever you’re interviewing can sit here,” I waved at the second chair, “and we’ll get good sound going in. How does that sound?”
“Sounds just fine,” Heather replied, but she seemed distant somehow, like she was lost in far away thoughts.
“Your first appointment should be here soon,” Kwabena said, glancing at his watch.
“Okay,” Heather replied. “Well if everything’s set up then maybe you should leave, Jay? I don’t want you in the room while I’m doing the interviews. I think that might make people feel uncomfortable.”
I was a little disappointed only because I wanted to be close to Heather at that moment. I wanted some time alone with her, to hear about what had happened between her and Kwabena, to hear that she still loved me and to feel her touch. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, certainly not before the interviews were finished.
“Jay why don’t you and I go for a little walk?” Kwabena asked, smiling graciously. “I can show you around while Heather does her work. What do you say?”
“Uh, sure. That sounds fine,” I replied after a moment of thought. I glanced at Heather again but she had already turned and begun working on the laptop we were using to record the interviews. “I’ll see you later then…” I nearly finished the sentence with “babe” but I stopped myself just in time.
“Oh, uh, yeah. See you after I’m done.” Her reply was just as distant as before and it gave me a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I realized that it was most likely just part of the act, to make sure it didn’t seem like we were married. This made me feel a little better but knowing that I wouldn’t be able to talk to Heather, the real Heather until that evening, was hard.
I followed Kwabena out onto the path that led to the street.
“Care for a coffee?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “That’d be great. But if you’re busy I don’t want to…”
Kwabena waved away my concern. “Don’t worry about that. I took time off so I could help Miss Heather. I’m free all day.” He flashed a big smile. “This way.”
We walked in silence for a while until we came to a tiny cafe. Kwabena opened the door and waved me inside. The shade and an overhead fan were a nice change from the sweltering heat of the streets. We took a seat and he ordered in Enusi.
The waitress, a very pretty woman who looked to be in her early twenties with very black skin, had a hard time not staring at me. It was only after Kwabena waved her off with an irritated sounding remark that she walked back around the counter and began preparing our order.
“Sorry about that but she is just curious,” he explained. “You might have seen there aren’t very many whites in this part of Koflao.”
“Sure. It’s no problem. I’m not bothered,” I explained. An uneasy silence settled between us, one I had a hard time ignoring. “So, what is it you do when you’re not helping Heather?”
Kwabena seemed relieved that I’d said something. “I used to run operations at one of the mines outside of town. But a few years ago I began my company.”
“Oh,” I replied. “What business are you in?”
“Tour guide. Into the jungle. Out on the coast,” he said, waving in the direction of the ocean.
“That sounds interesting,” I said. “Is that how you met Professor Davison?”
Kwabena smiled. “That’s how.” He stared at me through his dark glasses, though I couldn’t be sure what he was looking at.
It made me uncomfortable enough that I had to look away and pretend to be reading the menu on the wall, despite it being in Enusi.
“Your boss is very pretty.”
I turned back to look at Kwabena.
He was wearing a sly smile, testing the waters with what he’d said.
My reaction was painfully visceral. My stomach clenched and my mind filled with the memory of Heather’s teasing the night before, her descriptions of Kwabena’s cock penetrating her as she stroked me off. I managed to maintain enough composure to smile. “She is,” I replied.
Kwabena took off his sunglasses and set them on the table. “You must feel very lucky to be sleeping in the same room with her,” he said.
I smirked. “I am.”
Kwabena nodded. He eyed me for a few moments before going on. “I intend to give her a proper fucking,” he said, his voice flat.
Maybe it was his directness, maybe just coincidence, but as the words came out of his mouth I aspirated a drop of my own spittle and burst into a violent fit of coughing.
The waitress, who had just been walking over with our coffee, stepped back, aghast and confused at what was happening.
I clutched the edge of the table as I struggled to relax my throat enough to get air into my lungs.
Kwabena stared at me for a while, seemingly unmoved by my dramatic reaction. Then he stood up, walked around my chair and a second later I felt the hard thud of his paw landing on my back.
The blow did the trick. I coughed, then sucked in a massive breath of air, relieved to be able to do so again. As I regained my composure Kwabena waved the waitress over.
She stepped up with her tray and deposited the coffee on the table, eyeing my with suspicion the whole time. Once she’d served our drinks she scurried back behind the counter, most likely hoping she wouldn’t have to have anything to do with me again.
Kwabena picked up the small cup his coffee had been served in and took a sip. He set it down on the saucer with a gentle clatter, then looked back up at me. “Feeling better?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, clearing my throat one last time. “I am.”
“Good. So then tell me, Jay, what sort of man does your boss Miss Heather like
?”
I swallowed loudly and took a sip of my own coffee. I was all too aware of how red my face was and not just from the fit of coughing. Kwabena’s questions were making me extremely uncomfortable and quite aroused at the same time. “I…I’m not really sure.”
Kwabena raised an eye. “Oh no?”
I shook my head.
“You won’t mind, then, if I give her a lay?”
I had to look away again. All too suddenly this whole deception, the whole game, seemed to be resting entirely on my shoulders. I contemplated telling Kwabena the truth, that we had made a mistake, that we’d been indulging a silly fantasy and it had gone too far.
But the visions Heather had conjured the night before came back to haunt me. Try as I might to push them away, all I could see was Kwabena’s thick frame pressing Heather against the bed, his meaty black paws caressing her curves and what I imagined was a sizable cock impaled inside her. Before I knew what I was doing I shook my head. “No. I don’t mind.”
Kwabena’s lips cracked into a soft smile. He seemed more relaxed somehow, now that we’d gotten that out of the way. He began to talk about his old job at the mine, how much he preferred the new one, how much more freedom it gave him.
I sat there pretending to listen but could really only hold one thought in my mind. What the hell had I just done?
Chapter Six
“I’m coming with you?” I asked, watching Heather put on the final touches of her makeup.
“Mm-hmm.” She puckered her lips in front of the mirror and batted her eyes. She looked stunning in a little red dress that was sure to turn far more heads than she already had. “I told him that I wouldn’t feel comfortable just going with him.” She turned and smiled. “Clever, right?”
My eyes raked up and down Heather’s curves. The dress hugged them in such a way that accentuated her already very ripe looking body. My stomach tightened again. “Heather,” I whispered.
She stepped closer to me, her heels clacking on the tile floor of the bathroom. “What is it baby?” she whispered back.
