A Work Party Ch. 02

I was starting to buck my hips at him, as his fingers danced at my genitals, and I was trying to get his fingers to fuck me like I wanted his cock to do. Somehow to finish off my agony, before it became too late. Perhaps Ron felt it, or perhaps Ron had an evil plan. I don't know, but Ron then stopped, and I whimpered, a feline growl escaping my throat as he pulled me to his lap, and then slid his arms under me, his legs drawing him forward as he then stood, carrying me in his arms, the long hem of my skirt falling in a sexy display of femininity conquered. I growled to him, sexily, my eyes half-lidded. "Tie me down, tie me up, I don't care, but make me yours!"

I put my arms around his neck to keep from falling, as we ascended the stairs, to the heaven his cock was about to place me in. Entering his room, there was but a single candle, large and round, and red, with three wicks to give off light. I had one of the same candles on my hearth, and it lasted for something like 36 hours. Ron was prepared.

The room shimmered in an eerie glow from the candle, and the light shone softly as a sheen on the same black satin comforter from last night. He lay me down on it, gently, and I could see that his robe had, indeed, come undone, and his manhood was jutting out proudly, throbbing in a dark, deadly menace to my fertility.

I didn't try and disrobe, but merely lifted my knees, and parted them, my fingers daintily drawing my skirt back until it fell to my stomach and waist, splaying in a near semi-circle under me. My soon-to-be lover smiled as he saw my nudity again, his grinning teeth about all I could see, except for a shadowy outline of his muscular form.

Like before, he kept his robe on, and it enveloped me like the cape of the Devil as he hovered over me, his black cock so much closer to my wetness.

He began to lower himself and I instinctively reached down to help guide him in. Unlike last time, he shook his head and grunted. "No." And I lifted my hands back to my chest, and then his shoulders. He held himself with one hand in a push-up, and the other went to escort the head of his cock into me, which, in my slickness took about five seconds. Once he was lined up, and I felt my labia separate, his head engaged with my opening, and he began to lower himself, both hands on either side of my shoulders, while my own hands fell limp above my head in supplication.

I matched gaze with him. Each of his thrusts a firm jolt to open me, my body still tight, having recovered from the night before. Each push of his pelvis made me grunt, a soft cry of pleasure. My lips parted and I gasped for air, three more thrusts making my body give up, and he started to slide in easier. What had been only a few inches became suddenly eight or nine, and my eyes rolled up in my head, my fingernails clawing at nothing over my head. He bottomed in me, as my voice mewed, his pelvis smacking my clit, and then he lay upon me, making me take all of his weight fully, my body firmly pressed into the bed, my knees high and wide. He kissed me, and I returned it, hungrily, wrestling with his tongue in a battle for dominance, which I soon lost. Every second that passed, every bolt of pleasure I felt was making me more and more his, and not just for the night.

The kiss ended with the slow withdrawal of his cock from my tunnel as he began the cycle of love, of two consenting adults mating, of man and woman becoming one. My gaze was baring my soul to him, and as I stared into his depths, I felt myself give into him more. Then he thrust back into me, and my back arched, my voice mewing loudly. Taming me had begun.

We soon developed a rhythm, his thrusts making me wail louder and louder, and my feet rose to point straight up, my toes trying to curl in my sandaled heels. My fingers lowered to gently and lovingly caress the back of his neck, and his head, kissing him lewdly, my tongue waving in the air until he chose to kiss me back. There was no decorum or denial, now. I wanted him and he wanted me. We were both going to make the most of it. His cock hammered into me, making my pearl shoot a blast of raw sexual tension into my body, my breasts bouncing up and down on my chest in perfect unison, while my tunnel began to quiver on him. My body began to get anxious, the rising sexual tension making me writhe under him, squirming to get more and more, while his cock forced more and more into me.

My moans became words, and I began to talk dirty. I said nasty things I would never say to my husband. Things like "Fuck me like the black cock slut I am!" Or "Make me your bitch!" I even said "Breed me! Make me pregnant!" I think my words goaded him on, and he thrust into me harder and harder, until he was slamming into me full-force, his hand grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back, making me cry out as I exploded.

My pussy began to bear down, massaging his ebony rod as it impaled me again and again, my milky juices coating his shaft, my body eager to gain from him every drop of black seed to fertilize my white-man's garden. His own release was a split second later, and I could almost feel his throbbing pulses of semen as it splashed against my cervix. My hips rocked to mate with him, as his hips slammed back into me, and I climaxed again, a smaller admission of his sexual prowess, and still his body ejaculated, his heavy jewels unloading in me. Even at this stage I could tell Tony didn't cum this much. Finally, Ron was spent and so was I, and he lowered himself to me, our faces a inch apart, and our eyes locked in a silent communication. I didn't know what to think, but I knew one thing. I was starting to have feelings for the man a married woman shouldn't.

Our lips met and he tenderly caressed my cheeks as my own fingers tenderly caressed the back of his neck, and then his face. The kiss broke and I looked at him again, staring deeply. "I don't want to go home." my soft voice admitted.

"Then stay." was all he said, and I wrapped my arms about him, and held him, as he lay on me, his softening cock still inside me.

After a long, lewd tongue-lapping, Ron broke the kiss and smiled to me, his dark fingers again caressing my cheek. "Tony is getting a promotion in a week. He'll be travelling one or two nights every week." After a pause, he continued. "That's when you will become my bitch."

I smiled, that dreamy joy of plateau across my lips, thoughts and images of raw, hot, steamy sex dancing across my consciousness. After a few minutes like this, he rolled off of me, and a small gush of our combined fluids leaked from me. "Damn" I said. "I should have brought panties."

"Take your clothes off, and wash them here, then you can go home."

I bit my lower lip. "I don't want to."

I then had an idea and got off the bed, and carefully made my way to my purse down stairs, my knees still wobbly. My phone had nothing new on it, so I began to text my husband. "Freeways a mess, due to power outage here. Spending the night at Motel 6. Safer. I love you!"

A few moments later I got a reply as I lay back in bed, snuggled into Ron's arms. "Good idea, better safe. Game going well but long. See you in the morning!" He ended with a blowing kisses emoji, our code for 'I love you'.

I smiled to Ron and set the phone aside.

"Laundry night it is..." then I turned my face up and kissed him.