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The large TV screen was showing some dubious sports celebrity recently caught in flagrante delicto by the world’s press. His distraught trophy wife had been left at home while she thought he was off at some training camp. Now said celebrity was apologising to his sponsors, the sport organisers, his team mates, the media, and anybody else who cared to listen. “Do I care? Not one jot! Am I interested? No! Do I believe …” “Hey, easy there. The guy’s only trying to get his sponsors back on-side.” She looked up from her rant. At the next table, laptop open in front – Oh no, she thought, that should be me – a man in his early thirties was looking quizzically at her. “So you think if he reads out some crap PR script it makes it all acceptable? His only remorse is that he got caught out!” “I’m just saying the guy’s a living to earn, bills to pay, wife to support …” His voice trailed off as he saw the immediate flaw in his argument. He was usually better than that. But today was a day when things had gone from bad to worse. “Look, sorry I spoke. One of those days … the worst.” Freya considered him. Sturdily built, probably muscular. Definitely good looking. The cut of his white shirt and the neat knot in his tie showed he dressed well. “You’ve not got the monopoly on those days. Mine was, too.” “Bet you’ve not just gone and lost your biggest Client. The Board will skin me alive and hang me out to dry.” “Are we talking blame here?” “High visibility factor.” He leant on the first word, drawing it out. She nodded slowly, grasping that he was referring to his almost black skin. “Me? I’ve only had the Client from hell chewing me up and spitting me out in little pieces.” She elaborated no further. “What do the Americans call this? Serendipity? Perhaps we should go and drown our sorrows in a nice little bistro just around the corner?” She couldn’t stop herself. “Satan will be going to work on ice skates before I fall for that line!” “You don’t take prisoners. Straight in, then bayonet the wounded after the battle was fought!” “Sorry … shouldn’t have said that.” “Not at all. You’re right.” “I know I’m right.” She pulled herself up short before she added fuel to the fire. “Yes,” he smiled, “you’re right. But perhaps you would humour me, nonetheless?” Freya looked him in the eye. She saw no malice, no hidden agenda. “Give me half an hour to make myself presentable. But I don’t go for drinks with people I don’t know. I’m Freya.” “And I’m Gregory. Gregory Marsden, I’m a loss adjuster … ironically.” He laughed. “And me? I’m in Quality Management consultancy.” “I bet that’s quality with a capital Q. Half an hour then? I’ll be here, standing to attention.” She giggled over her shoulder to him as she headed for the lift. Suddenly the day had grown brighter – for both of them. Exactly thirty minutes later she emerged from the lift wearing a black shift dress with a synched-in waist and a decently-low scooped Ankara bayan escort neckline. Over her shoulder was an orange leather handbag, and on her feet were black Sloane suede court shoes. Gently chic, but still managing to look business-like. “At your service ma’am, standing by my boots with my bed in my hand!” He threw her a mock salute and her laughter tinkled across the hotel foyer. She sashayed towards the door. His eyes followed her progress, enjoying the view. There was, indeed, a little bistro just around the corner. L’Hirondelle was inviting, and they found a table with a window seat from which they could watch the evening world go by. They each ordered a croque monsieur, and she let him choose a Chablis to accompany it. One bottle of wine later, and having both set the world to rights (and discovered a discreet sufficiency of information about each other) he settled the bill and they returned to the hotel. Each knew the other certainly had NO negative sex-appeal. In fact, Freya had found herself increasingly wondering about black men in general, and Greg (she was now using his shortened name) in particular. For his part, Greg was enjoying the natural urges of any red-blooded male when confronted with such a striking woman. He’d watched her bum as she walked towards the door, and later at the bistro when she had gone to the ladies’ room. He wanted more, much more. He’d also spotted her eyes devouring him, even though she’d tried to hide her interest. He would not let the opportunity slip away. They walked back to the hotel, easy now in each other’s company, and waited for the lift. “I don’t think the evening has ended yet.” He said it simply, but gently. The lift arrived. He selected his floor, and when the doors opened he steered her towards his room. There was no resistance. Her first instinct was to check out the bed. If his earlier clothes were thrown on it this was not a good idea. A clear bed – his clothes had been put away. Sub-consciously she breathed a sigh of relief. It gave an almost imperceptible change to her carriage which wasn’t lost on Greg. He took her in his arms, and with an “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening” he kissed her lips tenderly, yet purposefully. Freya felt her left foot leaving the floor as she responded to his kiss – always a good sign! His lips were soft, but demanding. They tasted good. His hands glided down her back to her bottom. She didn’t remove them. She felt his face against hers and his neck beneath her finger tips. His skin was so lovely to the touch. Was this because it was black? How stupid! But that thought wouldn’t go away. She wanted to feel his skin against her whole body. Greg wasn’t selfish. Sex was a 2-way street where each person should be seduced, loved and then satisfied. He didn’t rush her as her body responded to his careful attention. He pressed his hands against the cheeks of her bum, enjoying their texture through her dress and pulling her closer to him as he did so. He liked the way she responded, rubbing herself against him. She would feel Escort bayan Ankara his arousal, for sure. Her hands now started to find work, exploring his scalp as they kissed, flattening and pressing his shoulders so he was drawn more closely towards her breasts. He reached down to pull her dress upwards, noting as he did so the urgency in her kiss increase. She fell back onto the bed, clinging to him as she did so. She kicked her shoes off as her dress came up and over her head. Her legs were separated by his leg, and she could feel his swollen cock pressing hard against her belly. Did she dare explore? Of course she did, and her fingers snatched at his trousers, opening the buttons and drawing down the zip. Her hand closed around his swollen cock … well, it nearly closed. Its girth was amazing. She gasped at its thickness. “I don’t know what to say.” “Then say nothing.” His whispered reply was tender, taking account of the thoughts he sensed rushing through her mind. He slipped his trousers down his legs, leaving her hand inside his shorts. “That feels so good, Freya, your hand on my dick.” Freya now found her earlier questions about the feel of his skin returning. The enormity of his cock, for it was long as well as thick, could not be ignored. It was the same skin texture on his shaft that she had felt on his neck. Was it thicker, smoother, even tighter skin? Was it the colour she could feel? Was it the flesh that lay beneath the skin? It was too much for her and she simply gave herself to the moment. Her body relaxed into him and he took advantage by unfastening and removing her jade side-lace-up panties and matching bra. Naked, her white body looked more than good to him. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his body. For a moment he held her close, then relaxed his grip a little. For her the contrast between his black skin and her whiteness was breathtaking. She was mesmerised by what she saw. He bent his head and lowered his lips to each nipple in turn, sucking on her and drawing her erect buds into even greater prominence. She saw his powerful legs beside her own creamy thighs and found herself being drawn magnetically downwards towards those thighs and, inevitably, towards that massive cock. He laid back to open himself to her. “That’s right, cherub, time to get down close and personal.” He guided her head towards his swollen dick. Tentatively she kissed his shaft, thrilling to its firmness and allowing her lips to slide upwards towards its head. She saw his pre-cum starting to form at its tip and licked it away. A sweet taste, perhaps a little like apples? It was irresistible. Little by little she started to take him into her mouth, struggling to accommodate his thickness, but working on and off his now gleaming head until she was taking the full circumference between her lips. She saw his colour up close, and she liked what she saw. He watched his black dick starting to probe her pink lips. A pre-cursor of more to come? But time was on his side and he contented himself to wait and enjoy the little Bayan escort Ankara of his dick she could take into her mouth. She worked the head of his cock as best she could. It was so large that she struggled to breathe. It was also tricky to mask her teeth with her lips. Panting with desire further increased her difficulty. Finally she lifted her head away and took hold of his shaft. She trailed it between her breasts, downwards over her belly, and opened her thighs so that she could play it against her pussy. ”He’s all yours, Freya. All yours.” He emphasised the ‘all’ and an added frisson of desire ran through her body. “Just take it nice and steadily, and you’ll find out just how much he is all yours.” Again that emphasis and again that frisson. She drew his cock up her slit, parting her lips and testing his hardness. It felt intoxicating. She pressed him against her clitoris and surprised herself with an almost immediate orgasm. Her juices flooded onto his cock. “That’s good, baby, really good. You’re telling me you want it.” His voice was quiet, reassuring, and encouraging. “Yes, you want my big black dick inside your sweet white pussy. I know you do. Tell me that’s what you want.” “I do,” she whispered hoarsely. “I so do.” “Then take him, baby. Take him like there’s no one else you want. Take him slow and steady, like you’re worshiping him. Take him like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen or felt. Give yourself to him – completely.” With that he lifted her legs back, spreading her knees outwards with his muscular arms. He guided his dick to her now opening lips and letting her feel his presence. “Feel his heat, cherub. Do you feel that? Hot and hard he is, just for you.” He pressed a little further and started to penetrate her tight pussy. Hell, any pussy would have been tight on this cock, but hers was especially so. “That’s good, baby, real good. You’re doing fine. Just give yourself to me baby. Give!” She found herself willing him to enter her like some self-fulfilling prophecy. He started to stretch her lips wide open as he slid further into her, coming to rest after a mere 4 inches. She couldn’t catch her breath as she felt herself opening to the thickest cock she could ever have imagined. Length was unimportant here, it was his thickness that was mind-blowing. He pulled back a little, only to re-enter her to that same depth. Several times he did this, her slit becoming wetter and more accustomed to him. Sweet. Now he pushed further, perhaps another inch, then paused. “You OK?” As he spoke his deep voice seemed to make his dick vibrate and another orgasm forced itself from her. She moaned as it burst over her, and as she did so he pressed still further into her. Now he was driving into her, each stroke going a little further until she realised his body was pressing against her mound as his shaft buried itself deep within her. Along with this realisation came wave after wave of body-shaking climax, each one making her moan and whimper, not with pain but from pleasure. Greg fucked her gently but firmly, considerately and masterfully. Now he sensed she craved more abandon so he gave her what she wanted. Each stroke was slow and long – very long. At the end of each stroke he pressed hard against her, titillating her clitoris with his finger tip so that her body endured an overload of sweet sensations.
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