“Where the hell is he?”

Sydney grumbled out loud, peaking over at the red numbers steadily changing on her alarm clock. Christian said he would be there by midnight and it was already going on 1-o-clock in the morning. He was supposed to be taking her out to a late movie but by this time it had already started, leaving slim to zero opportunities for Sydney to get out of the house that night.

She was back from college for winter break and her mom and both her sisters were home and the last thing she wanted to do was stay in the house. Anticipating a nice date, Sydney had even taken the extra effort to make herself look presentable and attractive just for Christian.

Her large breasts and small waist were poured into a cream-colored cashmere sweater, the low slope of it’s collar showing just the slightest bit of her toffee-colored cleavage and the rest of the sweater clinging to her cinched waist and stopping at her mid-hip, accentuating the natural curves of her busty body. Below her waist, Sydney wore a dark pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted onto her shapely legs, the tightness of the denim giving the swell of her round, pert ass a bit of attention. Her jeans tucked neatly into a pair of knee-high cream toned boots that boosted her petite height of 5’3 to a good 5’6, complimenting her long legs and creating a sexy yet reserved look.

Sydney’s dark hair hung down to the small of her back in large, shiny curls. Her make up was minimal and her full lips were touched with a light coat of lip balm and nothing more. She was definitely ready to escape the house and was sorely disappointed once the clock blinked to 1:30am. Yep, the movie had started and Christian was still no where to be found.

Grumbling and cursing Christian for being a no-show, Sydney began to undress, not expecting to go out any time soon. She was just beginning to lift her shirt over her head when she heard her door close behind her. Thinking that it was one of her family members busting in, Sydney turned around, her mouth opening to scold whoever had opened her door without knocking. To her surprise, her intruder was Christian, his nearly 6’0 frame leaning against her door dressed in a slightly sagging pair of blue jeans and a casual black shirt, a black and red hat situated on his head and one of his sneaker clad feet propped up against the door. Sydney could see the muscles in his arms bulging as he crossed them over his chest, his chocolaty brown eyes roving the curves of her body, a pleased smirk on his full lips. Christian was the epitome of sexy, his Latin roots oozed sexuality and his strong, prominent features caused Sydney to inwardly swoon every time he looked at her.

“No, please continue.”

Christian continued to smirk with a raised eyebrow, enjoying the beginnings of the strip tease Sydney was putting on in her own bedroom.

As badly as Sydney wanted to be mad at him, she felt a rush of heat warm her body and the apex of her thighs when she saw Christian leaning against her door, his full, kisseable lips upturned in a cocky smile that made her clench her thighs in arousal when her lips caught sight of them. She couldn’t help how instantly turned on she got whenever he was in her presence, especially when she wasn’t expecting him.

Christian continued to smile when he saw each emotion play across her face, she was unbelievably easy to read. After spending so much time with her, he knew Sydney’s facial expressions like the back of his hand and easily caught on to every move she made, his eyes not failing to see the slight uncomfortable flex in her thighs when she looked at him. He had turned her on already! Maybe she wouldn’t escort aksaray be upset with him after all.

No such luck.

Finally snapping out of her trance, Sydney lowered her shirt and scowled at Christian, walking towards him with a finger pointed towards his chest before she jabbed at it sharply, ignoring the slight pain his hard chest was inflicting on her finger.

“One, why the hell did you come in here without calling me first?! My whole family is here and awake!” She yelled in a hushed tone, “Two! Why are you so fucking late?!” She continued on with more jabs to his hard chest. “And three,” she paused, “there is no three, but I’m still mad at you!” She huffed at him.

Even in her heels she was a good few inches shorter than him and her little bout of anger would be seen as quite comical from another person’s standpoint, but at the moment, Sydney was both irritated and sexually frustrated, two feelings that didn’t ever mix too well for her.

“Ow, stop it, Sydney..” Christian frowned at her, the hard jabs she was giving his chest starting to pain him a bit. To stop her sharp pokes, he grabbed her wrists firmly and forced a closed-mouthed kiss on her lips, silencing her babbling and causing her to relax for a moment. “My boss had me work for a little longer than I though, I’m sorry mami..” He pulled away just a little, his lips brushing hers with every word he spoke, teasing her before he kissed her again, firmer this time, his tongue snaking out to taste the strawberry lip balm on her lips and his teeth gently biting down on her fleshy lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Sydney instantly relaxed against Christian, her hands resting on his chest and her facing tilting upwards to press her lips harder against his. She parted her lips to deepen the kiss only for Christian to bite down on it and cause her to moan again, wetness already beginning to pool in her panties and her body instinctively pressing against his. Sydney pulled her lip from between his teeth and kissed him again, her tongue finding its way into his mouth, rolling and rubbing against his wet apendage, his unique taste making her moan into his mouth while her hands steadily worked their way under his shirt to stroke his bare chest. Her fingertips gingerly slid over the hard planes of his abdomen, moving upwards to his chest where she gently scraped the top of his nipples with her thumb nails, smiling against his lips when she did so.

Christian gasped in surprise when she skimmed his nipples, clearly not used to that kind of stimulation. He pulled away from Sydney’s lips to kiss downwards towards her large, brown globes, trailing kisses down her delicate throat and running his tongue along the crease of her cleavage, gently nipping at the top of her fleshy breasts.

“Mmm…” Sydney bit her lip and arched her back forward towards his mouth, his ministrations causing her nipples to pebble up beneath her sweater, creating two noticeable peaks that Christian did not fail to catch, clamping on to her left nipple through the fabric of her sweater.

“Ah!” She yelped in surprise, her hand reaching forward and knocking Christian’s hat from his head to run her fingers through his hair and hold him closer to her breasts while he hiked her shirt up over her breasts and tugged down her bra, suckling on her left nipple this time while he gripped her small waist.

By this point Sydney’s pussy was nearly gushing with longing, completely leading all of her actions. Eager to feel the warmth and wetness of Christian’s talented tongue a little lower on her body, Sydney playfully urged him lower.

“Ah mami, escort şirinevler a little impatient aren’t we?” Christian smirked when he felt Sydney gently urge him lower, taking the hint and kissing her flat belly down to the top of her mound. Realizing that she may get a little unstable with what he was about to do, Christian roughly gripped her ass and turned her so her back was up against her bedroom door and he was on his knees below her.

With one strong tug Christian had pulled Sydney’s jeans and panties down around her ankles. He swiftly tugged off her boots and pulled her pants and panties completely off before forcefully spreading her legs and kissing the top of her trimmed mound, the musk of her arousal filling his nostrils and causing his dick to jump.

“Mmm, you really want me, huh? Is this why you’re so mad that I was late?” Christian teased her, chuckling when her hips bucked towards his mouth, his warm breath teasing her dripping cunt.

Deciding to give her what she wanted, Christian wasted no time and dove into her pussy, his tongue exploring her wet, slippery peach, reaching deep into her and curling inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure and grind her hips against his face.

A loud knock on her door caused Sydney to jump out of her skin and Christian still his movements for a moment.

“Sydney, are you alright?” It was her mother.

Sydney had to compose herself and try to still her trembling body as she spoke. “Uh.. yeah ma, I’m fine..” She said before she felt Christian’s warm, wet tongue lazily lapping at her cunt, causing her toes to curl and her head to fall back against the door, alarming her mother once more.

“are you sure?!” her mother asked, becoming worried and trying to jiggle the handle.

Sydney quickly grabbed the handle and bit her lip hard enough to hurt, trying to stop the pleasure coarsing through her long enough to speak.

“Uh..ah yeah! Mom! I’m fine!” She replied, her voice shaking and becoming high pitched and squeaky. “mom! I’m busy.. please go away, I’m fine!” She yelled out in a rushed tone, feeling Christian smile against her cunt before wrapping his lips around her swollen clit and flicking his tongue against it and sucking on it hard, causing her to slap her hand over her mouth and shriek as she rose to her toes and came violently, her whole body jerking in a powerful orgasm.

“Sydney?” Her mom was back at the door, trying to force her way in while Sydney forced all of her weight back on the door to keep it closed, wishing that she had a lock.

“Mom! I am fine! Go to bed!” She yelled, angry now that her mother was interferring with her pleasurably declining orgasm.

When her mother finally left Sydney looked down at Christian, his face cocky and smiling, making her playfully swat the top of his head. “That was a dick move!” She whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Trying to be quiet made it better didn’t it, mami?” Christian teased her, rising to his feet and stripping down to his completely naked form, his swollen cock standing tall and at attention, rubbing up against Sydney’s stomach when he stepped closer to her to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe, enjoying the feel Sydney’s small hands exploring the taught muscles of his body and dipping lower to slowly stroke his cock, his hips moving in time with her deliberate strokes.

“Mmm..yeah..” Sydney agreed in a breathy tone, his nibbling on her earlobe and the feel of his hard dick in her hand causing that warm feeling to fill her core once more.

“Get on the bed, on your knees, arms down, with your ass in the air.” Christian escort zeytinburnu murmured against her ear, kissing it once before swatting at her ass, making Sydney jump and quickly move to the bed, laying exactly as he told her.

From the position she was in, Sydney was giving Christian a picture-worthy view of her pussy. Her ass looked round and wide as it sat high in the air, her crack leading down to her dripping slit, swollen and ready to take on Christian’s thick cock.

Christian stood behind Sydney, admiring the vulnerable position she was in. She was completely at his disposal and he would make sure she stayed that way. He thought it was impossible for his dick to get any harder than it already was, but when he caught sight of the pink of her pussy his dick swelled with even more blood. He almost felt light headed because of how rigid his cock was.

Christian approached Sydney’s waiting form and gently ran his fingers down her spine, causing her to tremble before he pulled back and awarded her ass with a loud smack, making her jump and gasp.

Like a cat in heat, Sydney shifted her weight and leaned backwards towards Christian’s cock, seeking the warmth that it held, her pussy clenching and unclenching, searching for something to fill it.

“Mm, look at that pussy..” Christian smiled and ran a finger up her slit, smiling at the small whimper that Sydney expelled before gripping his cock and forcefully ramming it deep into her tight pussy. He had claimed her virginity nearly a year before but she was still tight as hell, he had to stop and compose himself before he got into a slow, but deliberate rhythm.

“Nnng.. fuck me Christian..” Sydney begged, rocking backwards against him, clenching the sheets as his cock stretched the walls of her pussy.

Christian greedily gripped her hips and began to fuck her harder, bringing his hips back and forcing himself even deeper into her hot cunt, her ass slapping against his pelvis loudly as he began to pick up his pace, soon rocketing in and out of Sydney’s petite body, his hand gathering her hair up and tugging it backwards, forcing her back to arch downwards, creating a new, pleasurable angle to increase the friction they were creating.

“Ah fuck papi! Oh God!” Sydney screamed, her new learned term of endearment leaving her lips without a thought. She had forgotten that everyone was home but even if she had remembered, she wouldn’t have cared. The pleasure coarsing through her veins was making her crazy. She could feel his balls slap against her clit, causing each thrust of Christian’s hips to strike a sharp pleasure up through her belly.

“Shhh mami, you’ve got to be quiet baby..” Christian murmured, kissing the space between her shoulders, her back and his chest slick with perspiration as he moved his hand from his hair and over her mouth, clamping over it tightly to muffle her screams while he jackhammered into her pussy, grunting loudly as it clenched around him as she came screaming.

Close to bursting, Christian quickly pulled out of her and turned her around, “Open your mouth..” He spat out between gritted teeth as he rapidly stroked his cock, his dick nudging her lips open.

Still shaky from her orgasm, Sydney opened her mouth wide, even flicking her tongue against the red angry head of Christian’s cock. She groaned when he let out a loud strangled moan and released his hot, sticky cum onto her tongue and lips, stroking until every drop was somewhere on Sydney’s face.

Catching most of his essence in her mouth, Sydney licked her lips and swallowed all of it, even wiping the small drop from her chin and sucking it off of her finger while she looked up at him, smiling in an innocent manner.

“I’m not mad at you anymore..” She giggled and kissed Christian’s lower abdomen, running her hands up and down the sides of his muscled thighs.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.” Christian responded with a knowing smile and kissed the top of her head. “Now, lets see if anyone found us out…”

Opening her eyes, Robin smiled remembering yesterday with Chase and Josh, knowing her new found friend had it saved for her viewing pleasure. She was in a state of sexual arousal unlike any time in her life. Sitting up in bed, she noticed it was another beautiful day. She was without her kids for another four days, and was determined to continue to enjoy her own camp game.

Her new friend, Chris, her video man, introduced her to the world of Literotica, which included some of his original erotic prose. She was amazed at the variety and how the stories made her feel. Smiling again, she wanted to provide Chris with a chance to add another contribution to his works.

She was particularly drawn to the stories involving, well-built black studs with white wives; blondes and women performing oral sex, sucking off large oversized cocks of any color, and of course having the actions preserved for eternity using modern technology.

Her ex was a specimen in cock size, but never had time to satisfy her sexually. She spent the night before with Chris reading stories, and was particularly drawn to Katie’s Massage; Hawthorne Plantation; Deep Throat Club and Private Club. Remembering the stories, she realized her nipples were hardening and she felt wet between her legs. She needed to burn off some energy and tone down her heightened sexual state.

Deciding to take a run, she rose from her bed, and admired how she looked in her full-length mirror. She was in great shape for her age and running helped her to keep toned, along with lightweights and yoga. As she located her running top, she went without a singlet and only her light pink sports bra. Her nipples were hard and pushed the sports bra outward. As she laced up her shoes, she realized there was a small wet spot on her white shorts from her overheated womanhood. It did not help that she had on the shorts without underwear.

She stuffed her hair into a hat letting her ponytail exit through the back, donned her sunglasses and started down her driveway for her run. She knew her tan and lean body, showcased by her long legs, cut abs and perfectly proportioned breasts would draw the attention of any man.

James ran a successful landscaping business, after a professional basketball career. He was well respected in the community. His business was growing for a several reasons; the location, the clientele had money and did not want to handle their own landscaping and his reputation for providing great service to his customers. In addition, he was an extremely handsome black man in his mid-thirties.

James realized the best time to sell his services was during the day when the wife’s of the affluent mostly white prospects might be at home. James would usually prospect for new customers dressed in a white collared polo shirt with the name of his company across the front, black tight dress shorts, sunglasses and shaved head. His physique was prominent; large biceps, triceps and pecs, running in a V-Shape to his shorts. His legs were well muscled and most of time he would not wear underwear allowing his cock to grow unencumbered based upon the beauty of the woman to whom he was selling his landscaping services. The effect was usually enough for the women to sign for his services. So far, James had been on his best behavior, as he did not want to ruin a thriving business by allowing his sexual urges to get the best of him.

Robin was not usually out much alone, as her kids were always with her. However, this being the first year, they were all at camp, she was exploring new areas of the affluent suburb. The downtown area was small and quaint, some buildings dated to just after the Civil War. There were two coffee shops with outdoor seating in the warm summer months, and the locals took advantage of the short summer period to dress for the season; shorts, tank tops and sun dresses for the woman, with as much of their body shown as possible, to show off their tans, and health club sculpted bodies, while the men sported shorts and light shirts. Robin decided to run through the downtown area on her way to the local park and the running path.

James was sitting outside at one of the coffee shops mapping out his day, and which houses to call on during the day, while his crews were taking care of the day to day business activities which fueled the profits.

As James rose from his seat to head for his vehicle, Robin was rounding the corner heading towards the coffee shop. As he looked towards the corner for cars before crossing the street he saw Robin for the first time. He did a double take, seeing the blonde striding towards him, a light sheen of sweat on her tan body. Long legs barely covered upper body, showcasing her assets. Robin saw the tall black man staring at her, and as she came closer could make out that he was quite a specimen. James was wondering how he could get her address to gain her as a client and maybe more, while Robin was thinking of her adult camp games. She wondered how he would look in a G-string escort bağcılar lying by her pool.

She slowed her pace and realized she was staring back at him, and he realized the same thing. He could feel his unencumbered cock staring to rise in his shorts and she could feel the moisture starting to drip from her overheated opening. They stopped at the same time. James made the first move, reaching out his hand, he introduced himself and she responded back to him. James laughed and apologized for staring and Robin did the same thing back to James.

James asked if she was new to the area and she said she was not, that she was usually with her kids but they were away for the week at camp. She was taking advantage of the situation to explore and relax more than normal. James was taken aback by her beauty, long and muscular legs, cut abs, perfect arms and chest, white tipped nails, beautiful face, mouth and lips.

She asked James what he did and he explained he had a landscaping business. She was drawn to his smile, his huge forearms and biceps, and looking lower she could tell he was sporting a rather impressive package. She asked if he worked with large hoses, while running her tongue over her lips, he could feel his cock surge forward. Noticing the effect she was having on him, she smiled and asked if he could give her a cost estimate. She mentioned she was divorced and could use some help on the yard and shrubs. He said he could stop by around 1PM if that would work for her schedule. She said it would and it would give her time to finish her run and do some small errands.

As she ran away, James watched her ass disappear into the distance as her ponytail bobbed behind her. He climbed into his pickup and adjusted his cock, and realized he was leaking some juice from his hose.

Robin cut her run short and headed for home. Upon arriving home, she called Chris and told him he was needed at 12:30 for a few hours to work the video equipment and cameras. She went to the master bath, stripped off her sweat soaked clothes, and drew a bath. Sinking into the tub, she imagined James naked as she kissed her way down to his cock. Lifting herself out of the tub, she lathered her legs and shaved the stubble. Lathering up her overheated love box, she cleaned up the area, ensuring she left a small landing strip to barely cover her slit. She knew most men loved to see the area like this, as it exposed the lips and allowed a woman’s flower to bloom before their eyes. She was dripping mucus anticipating the afternoon. She had three hours to wait, as it was just short of 10AM.

Moving to her closet, she picked out a light colored sundress with red dots. The straps exposed her shoulders and contained an insert to push up her breasts, lifting them and separating them to show her cleavage. The length was mid-calf and partially see-through. Robin could see the dress showed her tan through the fabric. She took the dress off and searched for the perfect panty to wear. Well it was not really a panty, it was a tiny thong, basically a piece of lace fabric around her waist and lace fabric running from the middle of the waist band down the crack of her tight ass, and over the mound of her cunt, barely covering her landing strip of hair. It was perfect. She slid the dress over her body and covered her feet in a pair of low-rise sandals with strappings traveling over her ankles.

She headed to the bathroom and applied some understated cologne, put on a very light coat of makeup, red lip gloss, combed her hair out, and let it fall to her shoulders. She was ready, and it was still short of 11AM. Chris needed to come earlier than 12:30, as she needed to take care of him before the shoot.

Ringing Chris, she asked him to head over, and to bring the video of the blonde with the black pool cleaner.

At the same time, James was at his home and preparing himself for whatever might happen while he was providing an estimate to Robin. Heading for his shower, he stripped off his clothes, and realized he was leaking a small amount of precum. He was a lighter tone, and kept his upper body clean-shaven to the waist. His shaft and balls were devoid of hair, while his bush was closely cropped to ensure he looked as large as possible. While thinking of Robin, his cock grew to nine inches.

James stepped into the shower and washed his body, as he washed his massive cock he stroked it a few times, thinking of Robin’s lips wrapped around it, and wondering how it would feel inside of her and imaging how it would look as he inserted his cock into her opening. He left the shower, dried off and put a fresh set of clothes on, and tried to push his cock down to fit in his shorts. He looked down and realized there was not much to the imagination. The outline of the large head of his cock was clearly visible through his shorts.

Chris arrived at Robin’s and as usual was struck by her beauty. The sundress caused him to get hard almost immediately. escort merter Though he was smaller than her ex-husband by an inch and half, at seven inches, he was long enough. His body was in great shape. She knew James was larger than either one based upon what see saw earlier in the morning.

Walking over to Chris, she kissed him long and deep, while running her hands up the inside of his legs and up the front of this shorts. Pulling his shirt over his head, and seeing his broad hair covered chest with the classic line leading to his cock, she whispered into his ear, “please turn on the video.” Chris obliged and saw a petite blonde come into view. She was walking from a bedroom to an outdoor swimming pool, wearing a man’s button down dress shirt, open at her neck. She put on her sunglasses, entered the pool area, and headed for a lounge chair. She sat on the chair and lay down, and seemed to be enjoying the warmth of the sun.

As the video cut to the next scene, Robin walked behind Chris kissing his back, and ran her hands, with her white tipped nails up his stomach and over his nipples. Reversing direction, she pulled his pants down his legs and realized he had left his underwear at home. His erection bobbed in front of this body, as Robin whispered into his ear, I love to suck cock, and learn new techniques. Chris moaned softly remembering how Robin’s lips felt on his cock the last time she made him cum.

Robin ran her hands up Chris’s legs, his cock was throbbing, as the gate to the pool area opened up on the video, and a young black man walked thru the gate catching the eye of the blonde on the lounge chair. She looked up, as he took his shirt off, and grabbed the long handle of the screen and starting cleaning the pool. She noticed his six-pack abs, and lean biceps from behind her sunglasses, while biting her lip. He was sweating and took off his shorts to reveal a small speedo, concealing a large package.

The young black man, the pool boy in this scene and video, looks over at the young blonde with lust in his eyes. She rises from the lounge chair, unbuttons the shirt and taking it off lets it fall to the deck of the pool. She puts her long blonde hair into a bun, takes some lotion from the side chair, and starts to rub the lotion on her body. The black stud feels his cock getting harder by the minute as he watches the blonde and sees her breasts are covered by two small triangles and a tiny G-string covers her opening.

For the first time they speak and the young man asks her if he can help her, she says she could use some help with the lotion on her back. Walking behind her, he rubs lotion on her back, and says he could use some help on his front side. She pushes him onto his back on the lounge chair and the camera turns to her point of view as she kisses him passionately and starts to kiss down to his speedo. Arriving at his speedo, she kisses his cock through the fabric. After rubbing lotion on his legs she works her way back up to the speedo and slowly pulls the speedo off to reveal a massive cock.

She rubs the lotion in her hands and moves her hands over his large cock head, down to his bush. As she starts to move upward, she bends down, opens her mouth and starts to swallow the head of his cock. Her slender fingers with white tipped nails are working over his shaft, as her mouth sinks lower.

Suddenly, Robin turns off the video and tells Chris she will be entertaining a black man in fifteen minutes, and helping him with a large hose, as he will become her gardener. She wants Chris to get everything on tape. His cock is leaking precum, noticing this she kisses him and uses her mouth to work her way down the front of his body, stopping at his leaking cock, she kisses the tip and strokes her hand up and down his shaft a few times.

He understands he will need to video everything if he is to receive an orgasmic release from her mouth. Leaving her, he needs ensure the cameras are operating and ready for the events of the afternoon.

Throwing a pair of shorts, Chris goes to the control room in the basement of Robin’s house. Robin’s ex left her with a luxury house including a state of the art security system with cameras to cover all of the property. It was mainly for the safety of the children. Robin will use it for other purposes today.

She looks in the mirror and smiles, not bad for a 45 year old. The presentation of her tan body is enhanced by the polka dot sundress, sandals, pedicured toenails, white tipped nails and red lips. The doorbell rings, she is ready for the show.

James has nervous energy for the first time since his basketball career, as he rings the doorbell to the impressive house. He feels his cock stirring again and tries to suppress the feeling striving to focus on the job at hand.

Opening the door, Robin sees James, and extends her hand to welcome him to her home. James shakes her hand and sees a stunning blonde in a sundress with a perfect escort fatih body. As he enters, he is focused on her lips and cleavage. He knows it will be hard to focus on his job.

Robin is focused on the large stud in front of her, and lowering her eyes smiles internally. His cock is already hard, and she knows it will get harder when she takes charge.

Robin and James proceed out the front door and start to view the property. James compliments her on the landscaping and her taste in flowers and trees. Walking around the property, James is providing suggestions to Robin, and writing down her comments to be able to provide a professional estimate. It will include price and recommendations. As they tour the property, Robin takes every opportunity to touch James, bed over strategically and run her tongue over her lips.

As they are nearing the pool area, James walks on the opposite side of Robin, and looks down at some flowers. Seizing another chance, Robin bends over the flowerbed, which allows James a clear view of her dangling breasts in her sundress. His cock jumps, and Robin smiles again inside. As they near the pool area, Robin asks if she could offer him some refreshment. James agrees and they enter the pool area. It is a beautiful pool, and James notices a massage type table set up in the center of the deck. Robin sees him staring at the table and says her ex was a client of hers. It was how they met, she was a professional masseur. At this point she works only on a small number of clients, mostly at the office of her former partner.

James realizes the game is on, she knows exactly what she wants as does James. So, James tells Robin that he sees a massage therapist once a month, a lie, and she works on an old hamstring injury. It was a bad injury and bothers him at times.

Robin laughs and says I could probably help you, I was and am still very good and know the pressure points and how to relieve pressure, as she runs her tongue over her lips. She offers James the refreshment and they begin some conversation. They sit across from each other and while talking, Robin removes her sandals. She has her legs and James notices her perfect feet, toes and legs.

As the conversation continues, Robin moves closer to James and nonchalantly runs her foot up the inside of James calf. In the control room, Chris feels his cock stir and knows Robin is starting the seduction, and her foreplay.

James feels her foot moving up the inside of his leg and the feathery feeling and touch causes his cock to jerk. He looks at Robin and mentions it is getting warm, and he asks her if she would mind if he removed his shirt. Robin responds with I was wondering when you would ask, as they smile at each other. Standing up to remove his shirt James looks down and again she inside her sundress and her cleavage and glimpse of her nipples.

As his chest comes into view, Robin smiles and compliments James on his physique, as it is apparent he spends time working on staying in shape. How about if I work on your hamstring for you, says Robin? James accepts and they walk to the table together.

James climbs up on the table and Robin asks if he wants to leave his shorts on or off, as it does not matter to her, it is a client decision. James says his current therapist requests he leave them on, and it is part of the reason he believes she is not as effective as she could be if he were to take them off.

Robin agrees and suggests he do without them knowing full well he will be naked after he removes his shorts. She tells James to lie down and she will remove the shorts for him.

Chris is sitting naked in the master bedroom of Robin’s home, waiting for her to appear after James has left the house. It has been three hours of filming and he is ready to burst.

Robin walks in wearing her White Sox button down jersey, open in front, showing the sides of her breasts, her cut abs and cum dripping down her legs. She smiles lays down next to Chris kisses him, and says to him let’s see the video from the point I take off his shorts.

She walks to the table and moves to James mouth and gives him a long open mouth kiss, while moving her hand over his massive chest. He tries to move his hand over her ass, and she whispers to him. “A true professional massage does not mean the patient, can take liberties with the therapist.” She moves his arm back on the table, and tells him to enjoy the massage and he will have plenty of opportunity before the massage is over.

Moving away from his face, she moves to his shorts, unbuttons them and pulls the zipper down, while asking him to lift up his legs she pulls the shorts away from his body. She lets out a low sigh, his cock is beautiful, circumcised, massive head, large slit, large vein running up the center of his shaft and his balls are slightly contracted already. She loves to see contracted tight balls.

It looks like a pole sticking straight up from his body. Running her hands up his legs and avoiding his cock she states she has to warm the body first and moves her hands up and down his entire body for a short period. His cock is throbbing, and she sees a shiny drop of moisture, precum, appear on his slit. She smiles and tells him he is starting to leak. As he moans, she licks her lips and says when I get thirsty, I will take a taste.

My name is Berlioz Florestal. I am a big and tall black guy of Haitian origin living in the north side of the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Off Rutland Street. I’m nearly forty and still live with my mother and brothers. That’s okay. Maybe I got the Peter Pan complex or maybe I just enjoy living with my family. Who knows? By day, I’m a corrections officer working for the state. By night, you’ll soon get the idea. When most people look at me, they see a big black guy who’s got a deep voice and seems more than a little intimidating. Well, that’s just an image. Like many black men, I’ve got a fake macho image which I maintain for the sake of appearances. Got to seem tough, you know. In real life, I’m somebody’s bitch. My mistress is Marie Louise Nielson, a big white chick who’s responsible for the computers at the Brockton Community College Library. She is my mistress and I am happy to serve.

Presently, I’m on my hands and knees, sucking on Mistress Lou’s big strap-on dildo as she calls me a worthless black bastard and a filthy cock sucker. Mistress Lou stands five feet seven inches tall, thick, with large breasts, wide hips and a big, round ass. She’s got beady little brown eyes. And her hair is short, usually dark but now bleached bone-white. This fifty-something dame is far from the harmless lady she appears to be in those business suits she always wears. She’s a vicious sociopath and a particularly ruthless bitch. And she’s not too fond of black people, or people of any race for that matter. escort halkalı That doesn’t matter to me because deep down I am a bitch who needs discipline. Mistress Lou loves dominating tough-looking yet truly worthless black guys like myself. I am her slave and she is my mistress.

I’ve always been fascinated by white women. Like most black men living in America, I’ve got a thing for blondes. I’ve just about had it with black women. They don’t like me and I don’t like them. As a black man, I’ve been the recipient of much verbal mistreatment from them. I love white women. Especially pretty white women with blonde hair and big round butts. I love the ladies of Ireland. They are very understanding of my unique sexual needs. I am a black man who also happens to be a natural submissive, you see. And interracial dominance and submission is my all-time favorite fetish. Which is why I love Mistress Lou for making me her bitch.

Earlier, Mistress Lou ordered me to clean her house. When I hesitated, she smacked the shit out of me. Lowering my head, I said yes mistress and did as I was told like a good little servant. I cleaned Mistress Lou’s house, and did her laundry. I also took care of various other duties. For my reward, Mistress Lou allowed me to lick her hairy pussy. I licked her pussy like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Afterwards, Mistress Lou got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. She told me to lick her asshole and escort sefaköy I did so gladly. For she is my mistress and I am her devoted slave. She puckered up and I lathered her asshole with my cum. When she farted, I breathed it in like it was the sweetest aroma to be found on the planet earth. Satisfied, she whipped out her strap-on dildo. For this is what I crave the most. For my sexy white mistress to fill my ass with her dildo while stroking my black cock. Yeah!

First, Mistress Lou made me suck her strap-on dildo and clean it up with my tongue. As I sucked, she called me a worthless coward and a submissive sissy. I simply continued what I was doing. My existence revolves around pleasing my mistress and making her happy. Nothing else matters in this world or any other. Trust me on that one. I sucked on Mistress Lou’s long and kind of worn out strap-on dildo as if it were made of sugar. I got it nice and clean. For my reward, Mistress Lou put a leash around my neck and stroked my short, uncircumcised black cock. A lot of people out there think all black men have big dicks. White women are big believers of this myth. And black men let them believe it since it works to their advantage. This isn’t exactly true. Any man of any race can have any size of dick. I am a black man and I’ve got a really small dick. Barely five inches long, and not very thick either. Mistress Lou teased me for being a black guy with a very small dick. She laughed and escort atakent said her strap-on cock was much bigger than mine. And also more powerful and efficient. I lowered my head and said yes mistress. For my mistress was right, as always. I bowed down to her superiority as a dominant white female.

My Mistress made me walk around the house on all fours and led me around on a leash as befitting me. Then she put me on my hands and knees and told me to spread my ass cheeks wide open for her. I did as I was told. Mistress Lou came up behind me and sprayed lubricant all over my asshole. Then she shoved the dildo against my booty hole and shoved it inside. I screamed as Mistress Lou slammed the dildo deep into my asshole. Oh, man. That stuff hurt big-time. Mistress Lou laughed and called me a worthless bitch for screaming, well, like a worthless bitch. I apologized profusely, yet screamed again as she rammed the dildo deeper into my asshole. Mistress Lou is the kind of white woman who really gets off on dominating big black men like myself. She loved filling black men’s assholes with her strap-on dildo. She considered it her job and her avocation. As I screamed, she laughed and continued teasing me.

After Mistress Lou got done fucking my ass, she pulled the dildo out of me and made me suck it. And I did so obediently. She removed my leash, and told me to get out of her house. I put my clothes back on and left. I would be back next week. I am a black man with unique sexual needs. I need to get fucked in the ass by a dominant white female with a strap-on dildo at least once a week otherwise I’m going to lose it. It’s just how I am, I guess. And Mistress Lou knows it. Damn her. I’ll crawl back to her in a few days. For now, I’ve got to get back to work. So I get my swagger on and start acting macho. Faking the funk, you know? Cool.

Gian could hear an odd rhythmic fluttering noise buzzing in his head. He woke up. He had woken up many times before. He laid still as he mentally assessed his body and ability to move. There were times that he would awake but find that he couldn’t move or would want to speak but couldn’t speak. There were times he woke up and could move a finger, a toe, an arm or leg but the effort to do so was so immense he fell back into a deep restorative slumber.

This time when Gian tried to move he could do so, his limbs painfully stiff. It took him some time, but he was able to pull up into a sitting position and his head spun. Gian ran a hand over his face, where was he?

He could make out an empty room the lights off, a sliver of light escaped through the cracked door. He heard voices and this incessant fluttering noise. Looking down at himself. He was on an air mattress bare of all but the sheet that covered him. He wore a fresh white shirt and boxers. Where was he? How did he get here? Where was Delia?

Something had woken him. A strange fluttering ringing in his ear. Even now it grew louder. Gian swung long legs over the edge of the mattress and tried to stand, tried. His legs were both stiff and unstable beneath him, he fell to the bed. After a few more attempts he was up and taking practice steps around the mattress. Once mastered he ventured out of the room.

The apartment in Oregon, Gian recognized it from the pictures. Why was he here? He passed through its small hallway into the living room. Delia and a woman he had never met were in the living room and looked up in shock as he entered.

The fluttering noise? Gian could see what it was. Delia lay on a foldable table in the center of the empty living room her shirt pulled up and exposing her yet un-showing stomach. The woman, whom Gian realized may be an OB/GYN held a reader coated with gel against her stomach. From a monitor attached fluttered loudly the heartbeat of his unborn child. Tears pricked his eyes. That was his child, and that was his Mate both safe both alive.

Gian looked between Delia’s unreadable beautiful face and her stomach.

“I’ll give you guys some privacy. Delia, I’ll be in touch.” The doctor said as she put away her equipment. Delia thanked her as she climbed down from the table. At the speed with which the woman packed her things told Gian that she was a vampire and Delia’s ease around it told him that she was aware.

“Gian, I’m glad to see your recovery. I’m Rachel,” she said, holding out her hand. Gian shook it slowly still processing the scene before him.

“I see your strength’s coming back, you’re going to need it to care for your beautiful family. I’ll be back tomorrow night, nice meeting you.”

When Rachel was out the door, Gian was alone with Delia and in between them stood all that had occurred since he phased away from her in his apartment in Fort Lauderdale. Gian was overwhelmed with gratitude, relief, pride for Delia’s strength, and shame for his actions. He took steps toward her wanting to enfold her in his arms.

Delia stepped closer as well.

Crack!

Delia slapped him and left more than his face stinging. Gian looked at the anger on her face and sorrow in her eyes.

“That was for leaving me,” she said with steel. He felt he deserved that and more. Delia, probably thinking the same slapped him again.

Crack!

“… and that’s for the drugs and the female junkie you fed from.” Delia said the last her voice cracking, tears flooded her face and her mask of anger crumbled.

Gian took a tentative step toward Dee then another when he was finally close enough he folded her in his arms holding her tight and pressing kisses to the crown of her head. Delia cried in his arms, emotions that had been held so long. He held her tightly and supported her when she’d gone slack in his arms. He felt his body straining, but he held on, he would be strong for her now because she had been so strong for him.

With his last gust of strength he picked her up and carried her to the room he awoke in and laid in bed tucking her into his side. Where he held her as she cried herself to sleep.

When Gian woke again it was from hunger, his body ached with it. Delia smelled deliciously of warm coconuts and the sweet tang HCG, the pregnancy hormone, it fed his hunger and arousal. His erection pressed closely against her. He knew instinctively to not feed from her, she needed her blood for the child she was forming. Gian didn’t want to get up though he wanted to listen to the symphony of Delia’s steady heartbeat shadowed by the fast fluttering heartbeat in her womb and her low vibrational breathing. He eventually pulled himself away and sniffed out the bagged blood kept in a small fridge in the room’s closet. He guzzled down three bags of cold blood that brusquely satisfied his hunger but not his erection.

‘Settle down, Lil Carlo’ he told his erection. After what he’d put Delia through he didn’t deserve to sink deeply into Delia’s warm wet center. When Gian got back into bed Delia wasn’t escort topkapı asleep. She pulled Gian closer to her, entwining legs and arms her lips resting at the hollow of his throat Lil Carlo throbbed in his boxers.

Delia pressed small warm kisses to Gian’s neck setting his nerve endings on fire. Gian cradled her face in his hands pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead trailing them down the bridge of her nose and ending on her full lips. He drew them into his mouth. Delia pressed her body against his purring into their kiss. God, he wanted to taste more of her. He drank deeply of her lips as he peeled away her baggy tee and slowly trailing his tongue over her warm chestnut brown body, silky skin and warm thick flesh he wanted to bite into. No, he wouldn’t dare, he continued his trail past her fluttering soft tummy and settled between luscious thighs. He inhaled her rich sweet scent and pressed his kisses to her swollen lower lips.

Delia inhaled sharply feeling his breath fan her sensitive skin between gentle kisses. Those kisses turned to gently licking then without warning she felt Gian’s hot wet mouth cover her excited pearl sucking gently.

Delia shuddered at the divine stimulation. Gian lapped at her folds as she began grinding her hips to his motions. He continued this way until her moans became pleas and her thighs locked around him. She was going to cum and he the knowledges spurned him on. Hands braced on his shoulders Delia’s whole body tightened then released in a long pent up wave of heat and pleasure.

Gian’s body was on fire, his dick rock hard and his heart beating like a drum. He slid up her body pressing wet kisses everywhere. He didn’t stop until Delia felt his swollen head at her entrance. Gian slid inside her wet confines with a groan. His strokes were slow as he drank in Delia’s moans.

Delia writhed and gripped him. She missed him, all of him. She savored the feel of his hard heat pushing into her, filling her then retreating only to plunge deeper, harder.

There were no sound but their panting, the slap of flesh and Delia’s whimpers. Delia felt her body tightening again, the sensations so intense. Gian wrapped his arms around her stoking slowly pushing her ever closer to her peak.

Delia came again her wetness gripping and releasing in rapid succession. His body said go faster, reach your destination. He wouldn’t though. He wanted to drown Delia in pleasure. Let her sink into a euphoria that she deserved.

Gian pulled back, quickly burying his face between her legs lips locking onto her swollen clit. Delia cried out his name; her body quickly overcome by his actions. Gian cycled between slow strokes and pussy licks until Delia was a writhing moaning heap. When Gian felt his energy began to wane he held her close. Stroking her deeply.

“I’ll never leave you,” he groaned in her ear.

“You’ll never have to do this alone.” He picked up speed until Delia’s whimpers turned to moans. With the rush of adrenaline, lust, and home Gian came, thrusting deeply into his Mate drinking up her pleasure.

“I love you,”

###

Delia and Gian’s next three months dragged on slowly as they pulled their lives together. Their things slowly trickled in, packages sent by Stefan. Denise had even managed to send a few things from back home. These made Delia cry, as did a lot of things with the shifting of her hormones and the growth of her baby. Delia saw Rachel regularly every week and took keen interest in the developments. In turn Delia became really close to Rachel. She was a kind and bubbly woman not too much older than Stefan, a young vampire but a very skilled doctor and doula. She had been there to confide in, mostly her fear of childbirth and even greater her fear of her ability to be a mother.

Delia thought about getting a job to keep her busy but Gian was not having it. He encouraged her instead to explore the city and explore her passions while he made sure they had everything they needed. Delia could not and would not argue with him on this but she was left with the predicament of finding herself. What were her passions? What did she want from life? She didn’t know. How was she supposed to be a good mother if she didn’t even know what she wanted?

Shaking her from her thoughts one early evening Delia’s phone rang. It was a video call from Denise. She wasted no time answering.

“Hey Nise, what’s up?”

“Heeeeeeey, Siiiiiiis” She sang as her smiling face appeared on the screen, “Now, show me that belly!”

Delia rolled her eyes and smiled before shifting the phone down to show off her bump. Though she was shy of six months along her long body held the bump well, her belly protruding like a pot belly.

“Hey, there little Nise Jr.” Denise said with so much excitement.

“He is sleeping now, no kicks until morning,” Delia said shifting the camera back up to her face. Delia could hear her mother say something in the background and Denise laughed in response.

“Mom says ‘How do you escort güngören know? You’re Camden and all of our first children were girls.”

Delia rolled her eyes again. She and Gian have already decided to wait until everyone comes up to visit to find out their child’s gender.

“So, how are you holding up?” Delia had last seen her sister a week after they’d first fled here.

“Okay, it’s been okay. Gian’s been working like a man possessed, you know,”

“Nearly dying will do that to you,” Denise grumbled she still hasn’t forgiven Gian for his relapse.

“Right, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a job. What do you think he does?”

Denise gave her a look that said this should be obvious. When it seemed Delia wouldn’t get it Denise looked over her shoulder at her mother, then quickly made her way to the other room.

“He doesn’t have to ‘work’ to get money. They can read minds and influence behavior, if Gian’s any good at it he’s out there finessing the money out of people’s hands, pockets, or accounts.”

“Ahhh,” Delia said this explained why he left most early evenings just after waking. “Well, that still leaves me here alone most nights. I’m kind of feeling like how it was back in Gian’s apartment. I want to go out but I just end up wandering around and coming back.”

Delia talked to her sister until Denise had to go then it was back to surfing the Internet and waiting for Gian to return.

###

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Delia and Gian both shot up out of their deep sleep, it couldn’t have been no later than three or four in the afternoon. Their eyes met and registered the same thing fear and a readiness to fight. Gian went first then Delia trailed behind him. Gian led them to the door and tentatively opened it. Their deep fear dissipated to relief to see Denise and Stefan filling their door. Denise rushed in to hug her sister, squealing with delight and cooing over her bump.

Stefan laughed and clapped Gian on the back, “Kid, you had murder in your eyes when you opened that door.”

Gian laughed nervously, “I got a family to protect, you know.”

“Chin up, kid, you’re doing a good job. Delia looks happy, glowing like she’s supposed to and apartment looking better than we last saw it. You guys start on a nursery?”

They took a seat on the chenille couch Gian had finessed from a Badcock a few weeks ago and watched Denise guide Delia off to the guest room with their stuff.

“No, not yet just working on the cash flow.”

“I know how it is, being a broke young vampire.” Stefan laughed, “Not being able to hold down a real job because of sun restrictions but not making the money quickly doing the mental manipulation hustle. What you need to do is find you a trade and get a job in the court of the supernatural.”

Gian’s brow pressed together in thought. He hadn’t thought about the Court of The Supernatural in years. The Court is the upper echelon of “mythical” beings a governing body. Gian’s last experience there was overwhelming. He was technically a Prince in this court but had been isolated from his family. This isolated him from the title. What if he can make something of the title and of himself?

“Oh before I forget,” Stefan said snapping his fingers and shaking Gian from his thoughts. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the girls as he rummaged in the inner pockets of his worn leather jacket. Stefan produced a small velvet box and opened it for him.

“I know you were born a vampire and see no need for this but Delia, she’s human. It would mean the world to her. “

Gian took the box and admired the simple gold banded diamond ring with small emeralds surrounding it.

“I know it’s not flashy, but it’s sentimental. It’s the ring I had bought for Sarah and never gave to her. I was your age when I did.”

“What about Denise?”

“She’s different, I’m pretty sure the sight of that would scare her more than me being a vampire. Even if I did, I don’t want to give her a ring I bought in love with someone else.”

Gian looked at Stefan and realized he loved him. He was the big brother he needed and represented the man he wanted to be.

“Thanks, big brother” Gian said throwing in a sarcastic misnomer.

Stefan laughed hugging him and clapping him once again on the back.

###

Stefan and Denise had made plans to stay for the remainder of Delia’s pregnancy and possibly a little afterward. They all lived comfortably in that three-bedroom apartment. Denise pushed Delia to go out during the daytime and helped her decorate the nursery. Stefan using his connection to help Gian get a steady job at a vampire run nightclub. Gian took to bar tending quickly but found himself interested more and more in the many DJs and their music.

Delia found peace and fun in connecting with the people in that scene often spending nights at the club with her sister. For what it was they were finding a new normal and there were even talks of Stefan and Denise moving up escort beyoğlu to Oregon.

“What did you do, scope out sketchy warehouses when you got here?” Delia was saying as Denise drove them into the parking lot of a warehouse.

“It’s my modus operandi,”

The two women pulled up near the front where there were at least a couple dozen other cars. As Delia maneuvered her growing belly out of the car, she took one more look around then down at herself. Denise did insist on her getting dolled up and even encouraged her to wear her low espadrilles. Denise had been against heel-wearing her entire pregnancy.

Denise paused at the entrance allowing her sister time to waddle up. It was such an adorable waddle paired with the look of confusion.

“Denise is this what I think it is?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the smile from her face, “Dee, don’t ruin it.”

In response Delia’s face fell and her eyes became glassy and for a second Denise thought she had offended her, then Delia sniffled.

“Oh, don’t cry,” she said pulling her emotional sister in for a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she hiccupped, “You are the best sister in the world and I don’t deserve this.”

“Awww, sweetie I am the best, aren’t I?” They both laughed at her irreverence.

When they entered the warehouse, it was nothing short of immaculate. It was a huge metal room covered in white with vintage light fixtures and people everywhere in various shades of pink and blue.

People? Her family! The entire clan of Camden women, the women who raised nurtured loved and taught her, the cousins who teased mocked fought and defended her, and her mom. When her eyes landed on her mom Delia cried, crumbling into her mother’s embrace. It felt like home, Delia ugly cried.

“Alright, alright, alright, there will be enough time for all of that mushy stuff.” Denise said pulling Delia away after wiping at her own damp eyes.

Denise continued ushering Delia through the party, faces upon faces of people she never thought she’d see again. Just when Delia was beginning to feel overwhelmed with joy and love the crowd cleared. There was Gian sporting a brand new haircut, long on the top short on the sides. He wore a well-tailored sports coat, white tee, and crisp black jeans. He looked so good even more he kneeled in the center of her family and friends a small box clutched in his resting on his raised knee. Delia’s heart flip as she took steps toward Gian grabbing ahold of his outstretched hand. He led her to sit on his upraised leg.

“Delia, I- “He began.

“Yes!” She interrupted excitedly.

He laughed, “Okay let me “”A million times yes!” She reiterated before pressing a kiss to his lips, her family hooting and cheering.

“I had to make it official,” He said sliding the beautiful vintage ring onto her finger. “I wanted to let you and everyone you love know and understand that I’m yours forever.”

The baby shower went well into the wee hours of the morning. The time zone change made it possible for her friends and family to adapt to her nocturnal hours. Everyone had fun, especially Delia. She got the opportunity to see her family, the Camden women, to once again be surrounded by so much love. They didn’t do a gender reveal but there were many guesses and talks of possible twins.

It was when most of the guests were retreating to hotel rooms and lodges that they received their final guest. Denise was running after a cleanup crew Stefan had insisted on hiring. Delia sat folding baby clothes that were gifts while Gian and Stefan stacked all the bigger gifts near the entrance. All four froze when their last guest walked in, as if a cold wind blew in.

Delia was the first to move rising slowly to swollen feet and looking over at Stefan and Gian who were locked in shocked wary expressions.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your celebration.”

“It’s no intrusion at all, our child’s your grandkid too.” Delia said offering a friendly smile.

Delia had long ago figured out that Rachel was help sent from Analise. Here she stood, in a smart expensive dress with graceful hands perched on a burgeoning belly of her own. Delia had also realized that whatever vampire witchery she had performed on Delia and Gian when they last spoke was the reason her child lived in her womb that day.

At Delia’s smile everyone kicked into gear. Stefan pulled up a chair for Analise, Gian helped move the folded baby clothes and Denise stood protectively at Delia’s left.

“I know you may feel unwelcome but I’m glad you came anyway.” Delia said pulling her into as much of an embrace as the two pregnant women could manage. When Delia pulled away Gian took her place. He looked down on his mother with a hard green gaze that began to melt.

“Mom,” He said softly before folding into the arms of the petite woman.

“My boy!” She said, holding cradling and rocking her eldest born.

The scene sent the over emotional Delia in to tears. When Gian and his mother released each other they all sat and talk. Delia had the chance to tell Analise how she had met Gian and fell in love. Analise talked about when she first found out that she was Durante’s Mate. They spoke about what they endured at Durante’s hand and what they’d been up to since the move to Oregon. Analise asked them what their plans were for the future and as they answered she looked grim.