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Virginia Beach Romance

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This is my entry for the Annual Summer Lovin’ contest.

I hope you enjoy it!

I was on a business trip in Virginia Beach in August just over two years ago. Normally this would have been a terrible time of year to visit. I expected the weather to be bloody hot, removing any pleasure from enjoying the beach. I’m of Scottish descent, born to immigrants from Greenock. My skin is white and overly freckled. I sunburn with a thought. SPF 50 is my friend. I was in VB for a week and opted before I left to remain for the weekend after a long week of meetings. The weather was unseasonably cool and overcast and I was thankful.

When I arrived at the Marriot on the beachfront, I was pleasantly surprised to be given an upgrade to their Presidential Suite. This was a prime time for the Marriot, but my loyalty point status and an empty suite had upgraded me. I thanked them and spent a week in meetings and relaxing during the evenings in the large spacious room with a king bed. It had a massive living room, full kitchen, and a bathroom that could fit ten people inside, with five in the shower.

I ordered room service most nights to continue working uninterrupted; finalising PowerPoint presentations and researching topics. I spent time on the small balcony and smoked too many cigarettes. I had bought a few bottles of wine and every evening I relaxed on the balcony, smoked and drank wine. The week passed quickly, and I wrapped up on the Friday at lunch. I drove back the hotel, parked outside and sauntered into the lobby. I grabbed a coffee at the small café and pushed the button for the elevator. I was still dressed in my business suit, but with my tie loosened and the top button undone.

I’m a skinny fellow. Shaved bald to hide my typical male pattern baldness. I sport a goatee with a few grey hairs on the chin. I used to run half-marathons, but continuous leg injuries had put a stop to it the year before. But I was still reasonably fit. I had a backpack slung over my right shoulder and I was watching the numbers on the two elevators remain stuck up on floor ten. I was startled when a voice spoke beside me.

“Damn. They seem stuck,” said a lovely female voice. The accent was all-American and I glanced to my left to see a woman about my age, forty-something, and a few inches shorter than me. She had thick dirty blond hair and she pulled back her hair and tucked it behind her right ear.

She was very pleasant to look at. She had a little middle-aged spread happening, but she was aging very well. Her breast stood out firm, straining her business blouse. She wore a short professional skirt, navy blue, that revealed long fit legs descending into no-nonsense black pumps. Her ass looked lovely. A little bit wide, but still firm and fit. She was a very nice package. She carried a massive shoulder bag. It hung off her left shoulder and looked heavy.

She kept her eyes locked on the elevator numbers. I glanced at them. They were both still stuck on ten.

“Looks like we are stuck here,” I said and smiled at her. She turned her face to look at me and smiled. Her eyes were sparkling and hazel. Her lips were glossed and full. Her nose was a little wide, but overall she was a beautiful woman in her own right. I found her very attractive.

“The elevators here suck,” she said.

“Seems that way,” I replied and looked back at the elevator numbers, one was finally moving down.

“You sound Canadian,” she said.

I smiled at her, “Right in one. You sound Virginian.”

She nodded. “Yup. Business?” she asked.

“Right in one, again,” I laughed. “Are our accents that noticeable?”

She laughed and placed a hand on my upper arm. “Yes, they are. All ‘aboot’ and ‘eh’. Hard to hide.”

I faked a look of afront. I was enjoying her hand on my arm. “We never say ‘aboot’. We say a-bout.” I enunciated the word and dragged it out. “Not ‘a-boot’, we say ‘a-bout’.”

“Nope,” she laughed, and I liked how her face became so animated and alive when she laughed. She removed her hand and I felt its absence.

“You just arriving?” I asked. I didn’t see any bags.

“Oh, no. I’ve been here all week.”

“Oh? So have I. I haven’t seen you.”

She put on a wry look. “You stalking the lobby?”

I realised how my comment must have sounded and my very white face burned hot.

She chuckled. “Ooh, you blush so easily. I was just fucking with you.”

I laughed but felt a little uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I say the worst things.”

“No, no. It’s all right.” She looked up into my eyes searching for something. I held her gaze and for the first time thought of having sex with this lovely woman.

The elevator dinged loudly and startled both of us. We looked at the doors as they split open. I held out my hand and beckoned for her to enter first.

“Such a gentlemen,” she said and walked in. I followed in behind her. She pushed the sixth floor and asked me which floor I needed, her hand hovering over the panel.

“Eleven,” I said.

She hesitated and then pushed eleven. The Tipobet Güncel Giriş floor lit up and she turned to put her back to the elevator wall. “Eleven? That’s the suites.”

“Yeah, they upgraded me to the Presidential Suite.”

“Ooh. Are you the president?” she laughed.

“Well the first name is right.”

“Donald?”

I nodded and she laughed. She held out a hand and I grasped it. “Kelly. Nice to meet you, President Donald.” We shook once and laughed. I liked the feel of her hand in mine. I was reluctant to let go, but did before it got weird.

“I promise I’m nicer than that asshole.”

“Easy to manage,” she joked.

The elevator rose quickly and dinged at the sixth floor. The doors opened and Kelly looked annoyed to me before she moved between them. She was about to step out when she looked back at me. “Very nice to meet you, Donald. Are you leaving Virginia Beach soon?”

“No, I opted to stay for some rest and relaxation. I fly out on Tuesday morning from Reagan.”

Her face lit up and she smiled more broadly. “Me too! I mean, I leave Tuesday morning.”

She hesitated a moment and then stepped out. The doors started to close and she spoke quickly into the gap. “Maybe I’ll see you around the hotel this weekend.”

“Maybe!” I said just as the doors closed. Idiot, I chastised myself. She was hitting on you. You just blew it.

Then the male part of my brain whispered to me: she’s here all weekend.

I smiled and watched the elevator numbers rush upwards.

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I took a quick shower to rinse the sweat and fatigue from the day away. I loved the massive shower. It had two shower heads and one of those rainwater heads over the middle. It was deluge inside and I adored it. Freshened up I had a smoke on the balcony and enjoyed a glass of red. I was tired of hotel food and thought perhaps I should walk the main street and find a restaurant. And maybe grab a nice glass of Irish whiskey. I used to drink scotch but an American co-worker, proud of his sixth generation removed Irish heritage had converted me to Irish whiskey. It was smoother and easier to drink.

I dressed in casual grey slacks and a white casual shirt. The evenings grew quite cool for the time of year and I got cold so very easy. Contrary to being a Canadian, I hated the cold. I looked myself over in the mirror and thought I was passable. I don’t think I’m a very attractive man. I’m skinny, bald, and freckled. I shrugged and grabbed my wallet, phone and smokes. I left the room and headed to the elevators.

I pushed down and waited. The lift arrived empty and I entered and pressed the lobby button. The elevator descended and then stopped at the sixth floor. Please, I murmured to myself. The doors opened and a young man and woman with loud kids got on wearing swimming gear. The kids were all excited about using the pool and were practically screeching at each other about just how much fun it was going to be. The father caught my eye and he looked apologetic. He also looked exhausted. So did his wife. I smiled at him and he nodded back.

The elevator hit the lobby and the doors opened. The kids poured out, getting louder and the parents followed behind telling them to keep the noise down. I exited and watched them disappear down a hallway. I was disappointed that Kelly hadn’t got on the elevator. My fantasies are being crushed early, I thought. I took one step toward the bar and saw her. She was seated at a booth beside the bar. She was sitting so she could see the elevator, I was sure of that. As soon as I looked her way she waved at me. She looked inordinately pleased with herself.

I felt my face stretch into a broad happy smile. I truly was happy. She had a look about her. She was full of life and happiness. She was larger than life and I wanted to spend time in her shadow, as long as I could. I walked over quickly and she pointed at the seat across from her.

I pulled my phone and cigarettes from my pocket and laid them on the table and sat. “Hi! Kelly, right?”

“Still Kelly. President Donald?”

I grinned and nodded.

“What’s the suite like?”

“Enormous. Really nice.”

“So jealous. My room is small. Just a queen bed. It’s nice but small. And its city side. No ocean and no balcony to smoke on.”

“You smoke?”

“Yeah. Too much, probably.”

I saw she had a glass of white in front of her. It was almost gone. “Can I get you another?”

She smiled. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

Just as I was rising to go to the bar, a waitress came to our table. She smiled down at me. She was young and gorgeous. Tanned, blond hair, pink lipstick, tits that strained against her shirt and lifted into a deep cleavage. I stared at her. She was the kind of woman that stole your breath away. I realised she was frowning at me. I looked at Kelly and saw an expression on her face between amused and something else. Annoyance?

“She just asked you what you wanted. Stop staring at her tits,” she said, rather smugly I thought.

I Tipobet Giriş looked in horror back to the waitress. “I’m so sorry, eh. Truly, I meant no offense.”

The waitress looked surprised. “Canadian?”

I felt confused, not sure what gave me away. “Yeah.”

“It’s okay. Men stare at my tits all the time.”

I looked for words to say and failed. I looked at Kelly for help, but she just sat back watching me with amusement.

“You should be staring at your wife’s tits,” said the waitress with a snort. “They’re bigger than mine.”

Kelly’s eyes grew round at the words and I felt my face go deep red.

“Or, maybe not. Not married?” asked the waitress.

I finally found words. I saw out of the corner of my eye Kelly looking at the waitresses tits and then her own. This was awkward. “No, we’ve just met.”

The waitress looked embarrassed now. “So sorry. What can I get you?”

I pointed at Kelly’s glass. “The same for her, and a Jamieson for me, please, on the rocks, water on the side, please.”

The waitress nodded. “Right away, honey.” She sauntered away. I watched her ass as she left. Then the waitress glanced back at me and caught me looking. She looked pleased to me and I heard her laugh.

I looked back at Kelly. She was glaring a little at me. “Hitting on the waitress?” she accused me.

I was confused. I hadn’t been. “No, just looking. Nothing wrong with looking.”

Kelly laughed out loud. “Just fucking with you! Look by all means, she was gorgeous.”

“She was.”

“She liked you.”

“She what?”

“She liked you. I saw her saunter away and look back. She was seeing if you were checking her out. You did. She liked it.”

“If you say so. I feel like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.”

“She wanted to catch you. She’s attracted to you. When she heard we weren’t married her face lit up. She’ll be back and try to figure out our relationship.”

“She will? Wait, what relationship. We’ve just met.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Men are so stupid.”

“Wait, what?” I was confused. I had no idea what was going on. What was Kelly trying to say? That I should act on the waitress, or what?

Kelly leaned over the table and whispered to me. Unfortunately, the move squashed her breasts against the table top and I was captivated by the flesh of her breast pushed forward up out of her blouse top. She slapped the table in front of me. “Focus, did you hear me?”

I hadn’t and stared at her face. She looked amused. “You have a problem. The waitress is playing a game. She’ll try and pull you away from me. Watch.”

Just then the waitress came back with a tray holding our drinks. She put down fresh square paper napkins and put out drinks on them. My glass clinked with the ice and I spied a small plastic stir stick. She gave Kelly her wine and put down a small carafe of cold water beside my whiskey. “There you go, loves.” She placed her left hand on the cushion of my seat behind my head. Her forearm brushed the back of my head, just a little. I could see Kelly smirking. “So, not married. What brings you into town? How’d you meet?”

Kelly was watching me, and I can see and sense her amusement. I looked up at the waitress. Her left breast was inches from my face. She was leaning over, making it look natural, but I could see it was intentional.

“Um, we…I… we just met a little while ago. Both staying here.”

“Oh, so you’re not together then? You look so good together. I never would have thought.” The last words were directed at Kelly.

Kelly was ignoring the waitress and kept watching me. “Ah, well. Well, no. Just having a drink.”

Kelly looked disappointed in my reply and picked up her first wine glass and drained it.

The waitress looked pleased. “Just give me a shout if you need anything else. Just you two in the bar so far. Do you want to start a tab?”

I nodded and pulled out my wallet and fished out my credit card. I handed the platinum card over and the waitress looked at it, read my name, smiled and sauntered away. I thought perhaps she was giving her ass an exaggerated swing. She looked back and caught me again.

“Hooked,” said Kelly. “She has you now.”

I blinked at Kelly. “What are you talking about?”

Kelly made an exasperated sound. “No wonder I can never get laid. Men are so thick.”

She just said she wanted to get laid?

Kelly blew out air. “She is hitting on you so hard. It’s blatant.”

“On me? Why?”

Kelly looked surprised. “Yes, why don’t you think you are good enough looking to be hit on?”

I shook my head and felt more heat rise to my cheeks.

“Jesus. You’re gorgeous!” she said and then looked surprised at herself. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Gorgeous. Right.” I muttered.

Kelly had her mouth open now. “You are. Thin, fit, bald, goatee with a little grey. I bet the waitress is soaking her panties right now.”

I couldn’t believe this strange woman just said that and I stared at her.

I Tipobet then saw the waitress hovering at the bar looking over at me. She had my credit card in her hand. She waved a little at me to catch my attention. Kelly saw me looking at her and turned to look. She looked back at me and laughed. “She’ll make up something to talk to you. Go with it. She’s hitting on you. Do something, see what happens. I’ll wait.”

I shook my head and rose. I walked over to the waitress. She was beside the cash register, a simple iPad. “Yes, what’s wrong?’ I asked.

The waitress smiled at me, her teeth shining white. “I just need your room number, honey.”

“Oh,” I said and told her.

She wrote it down and I started to move away. She reached out and put a hand on my waist and stopped me. She looked up at me and smiled.

Thinking about what Kelly had said I took a risk. I reached out and put a hand on her ribcage, just below her left breast. The waitress looked up at me still grinning. She pulled me a little closer. I leaned in my head a little. She looked past me toward my table where Kelly was.

“Meet me in the bathroom in five,” she whispered and then pushed me away.

I staggered back a step and muttered okay and went back to my table. My pants were a little tight and I sat before Kelly noticed.

“So?” she asked.

“She wants to meet me in the bathroom in five minutes,” I said quietly.

Kelly laughed. “There you go! She’s gonna blow you. Watch.”

I looked in genuine surprise at Kelly. “How do you know this?”

“I’m a woman. I would blow you in there.”

“You would?”

“Hell, yes.”

I sat back at looked hard at the woman in front of me. Expressions flickered across her face. I was trying to figure out what was going. She was angry a little, and annoyed too. She wouldn’t look at me now. Part of my brain figured something out. “You’re mad at the waitress?”

Kelly snorted. “Hell, no.” She finally looked at me, right into my eyes. “Maybe a little jealous. I’ve only been waiting for you here for an hour.”

“An hour? You what?”

“Jesus, men. I’ve been sitting here waiting an hour for you.”

“Why?”

Kelly rolled her eyes. Hard. She was looking more annoyed than angry now. “I wanted to hang with you. You looked interesting. Handsome. I’m interested. That’s why. You really are thick, you know that?”

I could see the waitress glancing over at me. She was young and gorgeous and I was absolutely going to get my dick sucked with her. Across from me, was a middle-aged, but tight, woman. I had a choice to make. My dick was screaming for me to go with the sure thing. I opened my mouth and then closed it. I spied my cigarettes and I looked at Kelly. “Do you smoke?”

Kelly’s head rocked back a little. “Um, yeah.”

“Good, let’s go for a smoke.” I got up and grabbed my cigarettes. I held out my hand to Kelly and she took it. I pulled her out of the booth, we grabbed our drinks, and turned toward the back ocean side entrance, where the smoking area was. I didn’t look back. When I got to the door I opened it, turned and held it for Kelly, who sauntered through with a little pep to her step.

I pulled out my cigarettes and offered her one. She wrinkled her nose and pulled out a pack of Marlboros. We lit up and stared at each other, smoking and drinking. Kelly looked pleased, but then she looked back at the bar through the glass. The waitress was glaring out at us and Kelly told me. I refused to look at her.

Kelly took a drag. “How long you staying out here smoking?”

I looked at my watch. “Oh, maybe ten minutes. Been dying for a smoke. Probably have a couple.”

Kelly smiled and stepped a little closer to me. We looked out over the beach. A few people ran by on the path followed by a people powering a four-person bike contraption. “So, wow,” she said.

I smiled. “What?”

“You’re turning down a blow job, for what, me?”

I put a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. I felt close to this woman. Something about her made me feel comfortable. It was brazen of me, but she didn’t resist. I thought I heard a little satisfied sigh. “She’s at least fifteen years too young for me. Anyway, you have a nicer smile.”

Kelly said nothing and we smoked. I felt her shift her weight toward me. I could see the waitress inside, clearly pissed. I didn’t care. I only had a few days in VB left. Kelly was a much more interesting person to me.

“I’m not sucking your dick,” she said after we lit our second cigarettes.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Kelly blew out smoke. “Canadians are fucking weird.”

I threw back my head and laughed. I squeezed her waist. “You have no idea. You couldn’t handle me, anyway.” Kelly jerked her face toward me. “You done?” I asked. She nodded.

We came back in. My bill was waiting for me with my credit card. The waitress wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Do you think she’s in the bathroom waiting for me?”

Kelly looked amused. “That would be pretty sad. She knows. The bill waiting for you means she wants nothing to do with you now.”

“Oh, okay.” I signed the slip and left a generous tip. I looked at Kelly. “What now?”

“Dinner?”

“You mean, supper? Sure.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “I know just the place. A short walk. You like fish tacos?”

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Amari and Phoebe: Tidying Up

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Hey, you amazing readers. I wanted to welcome you to this fun little interracial romp that is meant to be more on the wholesome side. I want you to enjoy this tale of costumes, blow jobs, fall cleaning, and Sunday Funday between a sexy interracial couple.

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If there was one thing that Amari hated it was waking up early on Sundays. If there was another thing that he hated it would be having to meet with clients he didn’t like. Now knowing that he hated both those things can you imagine his frustration when his alarm blared in his ear on what was otherwise a peaceful Sunday morning. Groaning in frustration he propped his body up, allowing the violating sound to bounce off the walls of his room for just a bit longer. That choice had obviously ruffled some feathers as he heard the sweet voice of his girlfriend from her side of their bed. “Turn it off,” she grumbled shift to lightly slap him. Her dainty hand bounced off of him easily causing no real damage, but he got the message.

Now sitting up fully Amari reached over and tapped his phone off. “Why are you up?” he heard her dainty voice say.

Swinging his legs out of bed he rested his feet on the floor and pushed himself up. Stretching he groaned before answering, “Early morning meeting with Michael.” Looking over his shoulder he peered back at Phoebe who was now upright with her glasses on. Her hair was disheveled as the black locks splayed over her face and onto the top of her tits. Getting up Amari walked over to their bathroom not happy that he had to leave the warm confines of his bed. Before he crept into the shower he yelled out, “Joining me?” It was something they did all the time on weekends, showers together followed by a fun early morning tryst.

“No! You woke me up,” came the sing-songy voice immediately dashing his hopes. Chuckling Amari hoped into the shower and prepped himself for the day. Back in the room, Phoebe was smiling devilishly as she had her own little plan. She knew Amari would be a little upset, but he would enjoy her little plan.

“What you doing?” came the masculine voice. Phoebe jumped up shocked almost losing her phone as she stared at her newly emerged boyfriend. In the low lights of their room, he stood before her, his ebony body dripping wet. Droplets of water cascaded down his thick frame, rolling down the thick ropes of muscle that were his arms. His face held an inquisitive look as he ran his hands through his hair, the small black curls wet still holding onto the water. Oh how she wishes the reason his bearded face was wet, was because of her. Rubbing her thighs together she continued to look down, her eyes a special type of water droplet that rolled down his body.

“Uhm maybe some cleaning, definitely want to clean up your office,” she said while still staring at him. The constant work he did in the gym gave him a strong core that still looked comfy, but she was more focused on the treat hidden below. Stuffed into a pair of tight black boxers was the one object that could cause her to quake. The thick outline pressed against the fabric and she couldn’t help but think of everything she wanted to do to him when that meeting was over. Licking her lips she grinned at all the possibilities.

Amari looked at her knowing that she was focused on something not so innocent by the look on her face. Now he was cursing Michael twice as much, who in the world decides they want to have a meeting on a Sunday? Sundays were made for late breakfasts, not doing shit, and fucking your incredibly hot girlfriend. Or at least that was how he liked his Sundays. Sighing he proceeded to dry off and go about the monotony of getting ready. Watching from her perch on the bed Phoebe couldn’t control herself and ended up letting her hands do a little bit of exploring. Focusing on the way his back arched and flexed as he brought out his “meeting clothes” she found herself getting wetter at just looking at him. Whimpering she stopped when he turned around casting a judgemental eye from the glasses he just put on. “Ugh,” she said as her body shuddered, “What’s with the look?”

Through a pained look of longing, Amari admitted, “Kind wish I was making you sound like that.”

“Oh baby, you are,” she panted now getting off on having her man watch her. Amari crossed his arms pushing the fabric of the dark blue sweater to its absolute limit.

“You know what I mean,” he huffed. Giggling phoebe swung herself around onto all fours and crawled over the ocean of fabric and met him at the end. Now in front of him, she sat on her knees and connected her lips to his. The kiss was a deep and passionate one where she allowed her tongue to explore the cavern of his mouth. Being so close she couldn’t help but smell his delicious scent, an aromatic mix of so many different lotions and balms she stopped trying to count. If Amari didn’t want to work before the ilginç porno kiss, he most definitely didn’t want to work now. Bringing his thick hands up he stroked at Phoebe’s form, her thick body caving under his touch. Now he rubbed up and down, in an attempt to memorize each and every curve. Phoebe broke away and gave him a cute almost sympathetic look.

“Baby, go to your meeting. The faster you get done, the faster we can enjoy our weekend. I’ll even bring you breakfast,” she told him while stroking his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his beard under her fingers.

“You sure baby? You know I could always cancel,” Amari said while bending down letting his lips meet Phoebe’s neck. His hands found her hips creeping under the hem of the large shirt that she wore to bed. Delicately he made he rubbed up and down her body, feeling the curves of her body as he kept kissing at her. Drawing out her tired yet lustful voice Amari let one hand wrap around her plump backside. Taking the cheek into his hand he squeezed as he kept nipping at her neck.

Regretful at the fact that she had to stop her man before he really could get started, Phoebe, pulled away. Her brown eyes were sparkling with need, which betrayed the stern orders she gave, “Baby later, you gotta take this meeting. Now if you’re good I’ll definitely bring you breakfast.”

Amari grumbled as he walked away, not happy that he had to separate himself from his sexy wife. Before he was out of the room he caught her taking her nightshirt off and hopping into her shower.

Making his way into the second bedroom, which was now his home office he sat down. Booting up the powerful desktop he navigated the environment and opened up all the files he needed. Just as the final file started up his phone rang, on the screen the flash of Michael’s name rolled across the screen. “Well here we go,” he grumbled with frustration. Picking it up he answered giving off a professional voice masking his frustration. “Hey Michael how you doing today?” he asked faking a cheery disposition. He paused a moment allowing the man on the other side to speak. “Yes I had a feeling you wanted to make more changes,” Amari said doing his best to hide the mounting frustration. “Michael, how about I meet you online, that way you can look at my screen,” he told him with a stern voice.

Sending his personal annoyance a request to join him in the meeting room he sat back allowing his eyes to wander. In the distant field of his vision, he saw a flicker of movement, probably Phoebe making herself something to eat. He was now thinking about what she would bring him. Pancakes? Waffles? How about both, he thought as a distinctive ring brought him from his food-focused thoughts. Frowning now he returned to focusing on work, promising himself to get it down as fast as possible. “Alright Michael I loaded up the documents for you to see, I’m gonna share my screen,” he told him.

Amari went into a pre-rehearsed spiel sternly making his points as he navigated the screen. It was tedious to show the man everything he wanted, but that tediousness came in the form of him getting a very nice payday. Sometimes the work of a consultant was never fun, but definitely worth the paycheck. “So Michael what do you think about the plans and the layout. It should double production if you can implement it within a year,” he told him. The silence on the other side of the phone was not the sign that Amari was looking for. “Something wrong with the designs?” he asked. He wasn’t too concerned with Michael’s opinion, more with how his work appeared…he did have a professional reputation to uphold.

After a few more moments the man spoke, “Amari this is good, great really but I just have some questions. I’m just not sure. I have questions you know.” Muting the computer he rested his head on the wooden desk and groaned, when Michael had questions it meant way more work for him. With his head still down on the wooden surface, he barely moved when he heard a distinct clunk.

“Coffee?” came Phoebe’s soft voice.

“Yeah, definitely could use some,” he said not even lifting up. The sound of coffee being poured perked him up just a bit.

“Sugar or milk?” he heard her ask, her voice taking on an almost subservient tone. At the weird vocal inflection Amari lifted up and his eyes widened at what he saw. Phoebe was before him, dressed to match the air of subservience she was exuding. She had on the popular maid’s outfit, a black skirt that barely went to her mid-thigh, with white lace extending it out. The piece of fabric barely kissed the tops of the fishnet stockings that were now covering her tattooed thighs, the distinct red roses peeking out from behind the windows of fabric. Rolling his eyes up to her body Amari came across the black corset that pushed her large tits up. Pillows of soft tanned flesh ballooned up threatening to spill over the cups of the outfit, she had to get it a size too small. Smiling her own perverted japon porno grin Phoebe’s bespeckled face glowed with makeup. Sitting atop her silky black hair was a white headband with its own frill crown. She absorbed his look and grinned while asking, “Sugar or milk, sir?”

The last word drove home the character she was portraying, the naughty maid. Amari’s own lips curled into an impressive grin, almost Cheshire like. “Both, and where’s my breakfast,” he asked in a tone a bit more commanding than usual.

“Bringing it right away,” she said while leaving. She exaggerated her walk so the skirt caught the wind and lifted up, giving him a new look at the plump backside he was admiring earlier. With the new development giving him a bit of life he unmuted his computer, unsurprised to see that Michael had been talking about things that were meaningless.

“Michael before we continue I want you to know that I still charge double on weekends,” he told the man praying that it was enough for him to stop and get him some time with his sexy maid. Unfortunately, it was not.

“Amari I’m aware. I need the project done so the price isn’t a worry,” he said dashing those horny thoughts of Amari’s. Shrugging he conceded, the customer was always right, especially when he was making double to be here. Reaffirming himself he focused on the screen immediately checking some of the notes that had been made. So deep was his focus that he didn’t notice Phoebe walk in with a tray. She placed it delicately not wanting to be caught in the frame and seen in something so revealing. Amari smiled as he looked at the plate, a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and a bagel was there for him. Pressing the mute button quickly he said, “Thank you.”

“Will that be all sir,” Phoebe asked dipping herself low giving him a nice view into her cleavage.

“Yes, yes it will,” he said to her dismissing the woman as he turned his microphone back on. His spirit a bit renewed he decided to power through the rest of the meeting. “Alright Michael I see the changes you want, but that’s gonna require some major systems updates,” he said. He found himself smiling as he lost himself explaining the work that would need to be done. Phoebe smiled as she listened to her man work. Many girls liked the muscles which Amari had, but it was how great and confident he sounded as he instructed a very rich man. Sometimes she thought to herself how lucky she was to have a man like him there. Licking her lips she decided to make herself useful. A sexy worker like him deserved a clean office.

Walking into the room she softly made her way around. At first, she dusted lightly making sure to wiggle her hips allowing her flowing skirt to catch a bit of air and reveal the lacey surprise that she had underneath. Glancing over her shoulder she was disappointed to see that he was still focusing on his computer, which was something she would just have to change. Sometimes dating a nerdy workaholic had its downsides, but it was all the more fun for her in the end. Now with more devious intent, she moved to clean around his desk, there was no way he could ignore her.

“Okay Amari, I like the changes that you are thinking about,” Amari heard but he was not paying real attention. In front of him, Phoebe was doing everything that she could to get his attention without disturbing the meeting. She took her time bending down in front of his desk, sweeping through the minimal amount of dust that was on his wires. Her motion was so overexaggerated that she exposed the deep cavern of flesh that led to her milky white tits. Rocking slightly they swayed jiggling as she moved, dutifully cleaning. Amari sat back smiling enjoying the view as Michael continued speaking. “By your smile, I can tell you’re excited too,” he said.

“Ugh yeah sure I am, definitely excited about what’s happening,” he said while watching Phoebe strut her stuff. Winking she did a twirl rocking her hips letting the skirt bounce revealing her plump button. The cheeks jiggled a bit as she bent overreaching to clean up some imaginary mess. Her ass was now out in the air the skirt the perfect backdrop to her cheeks. Her pussy lips now stood taunt against the black silky fabric of her thong. Now shaking her ass she sat there showing off, allowing her man to just enjoy the view. Popping back up she turned and grinned at the wide-eyed man.

Amari sat back loving the little maid that his girlfriend was being. Oh how much he wanted to just take her right then and there, but he had to get rid of the one small problem. “Amari, what are the chances that we can map out the full improvement plan today?” Michael said.

Amari was close, oh so close to yelling the word “No.” As he was forming the word Phoebe was mouthing her own response, an open encouragement for him to keep going. Slightly disappointed he knew the huge paycheck he was getting would be worth it. “No problem Michael, but any chance we can have a small lunch latin porno break. Can’t work on an empty stomach,” he said trying to get a small break.

From behind the screen Michael nodded in agreement, “You know you’re right. We can meet back in ten minutes.” Hearing that Amari grinned, muting the conversation he lept of from his chair. Phoebe braced herself as she was enveloped by her boyfriend, his lips crashing into hers. With a flame only enhanced by her teasing, he invaded her mouth, his thick lips sealing her in. Not that she minded Phoebe snaked her arms and pulled Amari in close. The momentum forced her back against the wall and caused her man to slam his hand against it to avoid hitting his head. Phoebe fought back her tongue her weapon as she dueled with his. Pushing a bit harder Amari relented to her, and she pulled him closer. Exploring the caverns of his mouth she was disappointed as he pulled away.

Amari flashed a lecherous grin before asking, “Mind if I get something to eat?”

The disappointment surged onto her face and reluctantly accepted, “Sure baby.” Rubbing his face again she paused as he gave her a peck on the cheek. Damn, she was just getting into it, and started to move to go into the kitchen, but was stopped when Amari didn’t move. Raising her eyebrow he only ignored her look before dropping to his knees. Reaching up into her skirt he found the waistband of her silken thong. Twisting the thing string around his fingers he tugged down, bringing the flimsy garment down her legs. Now her pussy sat exposed the lips glistening with her juices.

Sitting back he had to adjust slightly because their height difference was so great. Moving his hand to the back of her knee he gently guided it up and over his shoulder. Now her lips were exposed to him, parted slightly. Craning his neck he reached up and took a long lick down her slit. As he flicked down he collected every bit of her juices, savoring her flavor. Phoebe panted as he played with her, teasing her relentlessly. He moved slowly at first swirling along the outer lips, but knowing his girl he started honing himself. Sweeping the organ closer to her top he knew he had her when her knees buckled. Surging her hips forward she directed him between her breaths, “Baby up. Up more.” Following her instructions he twirled around her clit, putting pressure on the bulb. He worked her over, forcing her to bend and shake as he wanted. Huffing out Phoebe rocked back and forth, grinding herself deeper into him.

As she rocked he forced himself deeper into her body. He rolled his tongue over her, lapping at the folds and enjoying the sweet taste on his tongue. Like a man starved he ate at her, his lips kissing at the wetness. Now lost in pleasure Phoebe felt her body tense her legs shaking. “Ugh, come on keep going, so close,” she said her voice the only encouragement he needed. With his face essentially being ridden he drove her to the edge and put her over the edge. Shrieking out Phoebe gyrated feeling her pussy gush and her legs give out. Her shoulders slumping, Amari moved her leg back to the ground and rose to his feet. Wiping his face he took a bit of pride in his now soaked face.

Phoebe now stood flush-faced reveling in her post-orgasmic bliss. “Baby get back to work. Let your maid bring you something,” she said before going up onto the tips of her toes. Amari simply smiled and returned to his seat resuming his meeting, while Phoebe walked away without her panties. Refreshed from his “meal” Amari got to work, planning out the updates for Michael. His refreshed attitude continued when he saw Phoebe walk in with a tray for him. It was nothing special just a chicken sandwich, the most basic of basic, but it worked for him. After placing it down she backed away. “I’m gonna get my lunch now,” she whispered. Amari dismissed her as he had to focus, Michael was now becoming a bit demanding.

Phoebe for her part was now on the floor, way below Amari’s line of sight. Crawling around the side she found herself at his feet. Rising to her knees she moved her hands to his belt, working the buckle between her delicate fingers. Doing his best not to let Michael know the dirty act going on, he shifted up allowing her to work his pants off. Smiling his cock stood thick and proud, pushing against the cotton prison that held him in. Reaching up she rubbed it, the soft material gliding against him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. Increasing her speed she smiled as she stroked him, his cock waking up at her actions.

Stopping her movements she freed the half-hard cock. Like an ebony tower, it sprung out from his body. The shaft was a thick pipe that had veins running up and down it, pulsing with life. Gripping it in her hand she swept her thumb over the head while stroking slowly. At the new feeling, Amari hissed, doing his best to hold in his moan. A rush of power hit Phoebe in her soul as she realized what she could do. The idea of her man hiding his expressions turned her on and flipped the switch in her brain. Making another pass over the fleshy crown she stopped at the very top and circled around, putting pressure and drawing out a bit of precum. “Okay Amari I’m thinking that we set an update deadline for two months for now,” Michael said.

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