Amari and Phoebe: Tidying Up

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 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 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 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.