Catherine was standing at her desk, shuffling through legal notes and memos, when her assistant Debbie knocked and entered her office.
“Catherine, the board has requested the latest memos for the Harrington takeover.”
Catherine looked up,
“Yep, I’m on it,” she replied unfazed, grabbed three overfilled binders and looked up at the clock.
“Shit!” she muttered to herself, “this will be tight,” as she confirmed the time on her watch, then made her way to the double oak boardroom doors, knocked, and silently slipped in.
Ninety minutes later, she dropped the binders on her desk and grabbed her coat on the way out.
“Debbie”, she said to her assistant, “the board is proceeding, but with conditions. Can you send the Harrington lawyers a courtesy e-mail advising of this. Also, can you schedule a meeting with them here next Wednesday at 10am, please?”
“Will do,” Debbie replied.
“I’m heading out to grab a bite and look for something for Phillip,” Catherine added. “Are you ok for lunch?”
“Thanks, but I’m all good,” Debbie replied, already writing the e-mail. Five minutes later, Catherine was at street level and slipping into a taxi.
~oOo~
Marcus was standing in his living room, checking his e-mail, when he heard a key hit his front door. His smile was immediate as he turned to greet his guest.
“If this isn’t a sight for parched lips,” Catherine said as she closed the door behind her, licking her lips and glowing at the sight of Marcus, bare naked, all 6’2” of him. His muscled physique stoked her passion and stirred her juices.
She walked towards him, throwing her coat and bag on an armchair. At 5’8” in heels, Marcus towered over her, just the way she liked it.
She kissed his pecs, then took each of his nipples in her mouth while reaching down and taking hold of his cock in her right hand.
Marcus reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then reached under her blouse to unclasp her bra freeing her D-cup breasts from their lace prison, then turned his attention to her delicate powder blue blouse. Before long, it and her bra joined her skirt on the floor.
“My, my,” Marcus said, “you really do love keeping your panties at home, don’t you.”
The breadth of his smile and the depth of his eyes made Catherine melt. She was putty in his hands.
“I find myself wearing a G-string more often than panties lately,” she said, “but since meeting you, either only get in the way of a great time.” Catherine smiled at Marcus with a glint in her eye.
Marcus bent and touched Catherine’s lips with his. Keeping eye contact. Watching her react. Totally unknown to him mere months ago, she could not have imagined she would be here. Naked apart from heels, stroking his monster black cock and aching to be taken.
Catherine pulled Marcus’ face towards her. Her tongue invading his mouth, probing, twisting, devouring. She wanted Marcus more than ever. The heat was building inside her. The air was electric. Her breath became short. She needed Marcus to take her, slip inside her, and pound her. She ached for him to reach those places deep inside her that only he could.
Marcus broke away from Catherine and looked deep into her eyes. That was the sign. Catherine was getting weak at the knees. She kicked off her shoes, grabbed Marcus’ cock and led him to the bedroom.
“Wait,” Marcus said, taking a step back and collecting her black 3” heels, “put them back on.”
Catherine smiled at him wickedly and did as commanded.
Catherine stretched herself out on the bed, pulling Marcus down on top of her. Their lips met and their tongues began their ballet. Catherine still had hold of his cock, and felt it getting bigger, wider and harder with each stroke.
She spread her legs wide. Her pussy glistening in the light. Once it was perfectly manicured, but now, at Marcus’ request it was as bare as the day she was born and as smooth as silk. Marcus reached down, his fingers probing her. Moist wasn’t the word, Catherine was gushing. He sunk his middle finger deep inside, Catherine responding immediately, moaning into his mouth, arching her back and probing his mouth even deeper.
“My lord,” she gasped, “keep that up and I’ll cum straight away.”
Marcus took his cue and broke away from her lips and started moving down, kissing every inch of skin on the way.
His kisses sent bolts of electricity through Catherine. The heat inside was building fast, her body trembled, her breath was short, and her nipples were erect. All a prelude to the mind-blowing orgasm that she wanted.
“Eat me, Marcus,” she panted. “Eat my pussy, my juices. Feel how wet I am. Take me, Marcus. Take me now.”
Marcus was licking the inside of her thighs, working up to the notch where her leg met her body. The skin was baby soft and delicate. Her perfume is intoxicating. Her aroma was wild and untamed.
Catherine screamed and threw her head back as Marcus’s clove tongue dove deep into Catherine’s sweet pussy. Her folds easily parting, her clit pronounced, begging for attention. She clawed at the bedsheets and raised her hips, forcing more of Marcus’s tongue deep in her.
She locked her ankles behind Marcus and pushed his face deeper with her hands. She looked down, and she saw how damn sexy he looked devouring her.
The heat was building quickly. Catherine pushed down with her ankles, forcing her hips to lift off the bed. Then she started rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy into Marcus’ face.
Marcus knew she was close. He reached up and put three fingers deep into her pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue like it was a speedball.
That’s all Catherine needed. She threw her head back, locked her legs and nearly suffocated Marcus with her pussy. The convulsions started as soon as Marcus’ fingers probed her deep. The spasms squirting pussy juice straight into Marcus’ mouth.
“Ohhh fuuuck!” She screamed, “Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Fuuuck!”
The spasms and convulsions continued. Marcus, Catherine and most of the bed were wet with squirting pussy juice. Catherine lay there panting, paralysed by euphoria. Marcus quietly crawled up the bed and took her in his arms. Her body softening as the spasms subsided, Marcus continued to tickle her pussy, every stroke of his finger on her clit a bolt of lightning through her body.
“Jesus Christ!” Catherine panted, “It’s only been a week, but that was the best one yet.”
“You looked like you needed that,” said Marcus.
“I did,” she said. “I needed that more than I thought.”
Marcus kissed her cheek and took her breast in his hands, softly circling her nipple to make it hard. She purred under his touch. Reaching down, she took his cock in her hands. It had softened a little, but that would soon be corrected.
Marcus rolled over onto his back. Catherine put a hand on his chest and kissed him deeply, passionately.
“Your turn now,” Catherine said, stroking his cock to full hardness as she worked her way down. His cock was soaked in precum, and now so was her hand. She loved how this monster black cock glistened with his precum and contrasted with her pale white skin.
Marcus was clean shaved too. Catherine had never experienced that before, but she loved it. Nothing but smooth, dark chocolate skin. She took in his manly aroma which made her pussy twitch, and the heat from his balls told her they were good and full.
She grabbed the base of his cock and sank her teeth in. She kept it up all the way to the head, which was now pulsing and dripping precum. She held his cock upright, returned to the base and licked his cock from bottom to top, cleaning him as she went. She wrapped her mouth around Marcus’ cock. The biggest, fattest and hardest cock she’s ever had.
Kneeling on the floor and positioned between his legs, Catherine kept his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue, stroking Marcus in unison with both hands and looking directly at him. Hunger in her eyes and lust in her heart.
She went deeper down on Marcus, and before long his head was bouncing off her throat. She had never tried deep throat before Marcus, and while not an expert, she was getting better at relaxing her throat, taking him deep and breathing through her nose.
“Oh baby, I love it when you take me deep,” Marcus crooned. “You are an angel and devil wrapped in one fantastic package.”
Catherine could feel pussy juice running down her thighs as Marcus tensed and his balls started to retreat. Catherine picked up the pace, stroking faster, taking him deeper. She could see Marcus start to writhe. Not too long now.
Catherine reached down and dove several fingers deep into her pussy. Twisting and turning, tickling her clit and making her jump. Then she jammed two fingers deep in Marcus’ arsehole; with her other hand she was furiously working her clit, hoping she’d got the timing right, and she had.
Marcus’ cock exploded down her throat, shooting his hot seed deep into her belly just as she erupted in a wave of spasms and convulsions. Squirting pussy juice deep into the shagpile, moaning loudly in delight with Marcus’ cock deep in her mouth and Marcus groaning and panting like he’d run a marathon.
Catherine kept his cock down her throat. Squeezing every last drop of his cum. She wanted it all. Every drop. The convulsions eased, and his cock began to soften. Slowly she withdrew it from her throat and licked it clean. Once it was done, she kissed his cock and slowly climbed onto the bed.
“I seem to have soiled your carpet,” Catherine said apologetically.
“A small price to pay for the greatest blowjob ever,” Marcus replied.
“You never cease to amaze,” Marcus continued. “When we first started, the thought of sucking my cock repulsed you. Now you’re deep throating and swallowing. Before long you’ll be teaching porn stars how to do it!”
Catherine laughed. “It’s not like I haven’t given blowjobs, but it helps when I have a great teacher and an impressive cock!” as she kissed Marcus deeply.
They lay there for a time, basking in the afterglow. Catherine reached down and started stroking Marcus to life. She loved it when he grew hard in her hand or in her mouth. The harder he got, the happier she was.
Catherine threw her leg over and straddled Marcus, who instinctively put his hands on her thighs. Marcus could see her pussy dripping and her thighs wet, and the thought of his cock disappearing deep into Catherine only made him harder.
Catherine put her right foot on the mattress and raised herself until she felt the head of this mighty cock near her opening, then slowly impaled herself on every one of his 10”. Only when he was fully inside her did she smile and moan in delight.
She put her hands on Marcus’ chest for balance and began a slow, rhythmic cadence, using her hands, legs and hips to ride and grind his cock into her pussy, reaching places that hadn’t been touched before.
Catherine grabbed hold of her breasts, kneading them like dough and pinching her nipples to the point of pain.
“Arrrrgh yes,” she panted, “grind that cock into me. I’m a dirty girl. Fuck me like a dirty girl.”
Marcus lifted his hips, and Catherine fell forward on Marcus. He held her tight, kissed her deep and slammed his cock deep inside her.
“Ohhhh FUUCK!” she screamed. “Give it to me, fuck me, Marcus. I’m a dirty fucking girl; fuck me like a fucking dirty girl!”
The waves hit her again. Catherine smothered herself on Marcus’ chest. This orgasm was just as intense as the first. Spasm after magical spasm, convulsion after convulsion. Pussy juice squeezing out from between his cock and her pussy, and the walls of her cervix closing around Marcus’ shaft like a vice.
Marcus held her tight as the spasms subsided. The sweat was pouring off both of them; Catherine’s hair was matted, and her make-up was a mess. She loved every bit of it. He looked into her eyes and spoke softly.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
He sat up, and Catherine crossed her legs behind Marcus. His cock was still deep inside her. He stood and put his hands under her ass while she wrapped her arms around him. He lifted her with his arms and lowered her again, and any fear she had of falling disappeared wrapped in Marcus’ arms.
Catherine locked her fingers behind his neck and her thighs on his hips. They worked together, and the sensation for Catherine was wild. Not only was she being impaled on Marcus’ monster cock, and it was feeding deeper and deeper into her, but it was also like she was being fucked in mid-air.
The pace quickened, and Catherine threw her head back. Her breasts swayed in rhythm, and her breathing quickened. She was being fucked in ways that she never thought possible, and she wanted more.
Marcus, however, wasn’t satisfied. The position wasn’t working as well for him as he hoped. Still holding Catherine close, he walked back to the bed and laid her down. He withdrew his cock and walked up to her face.
“Would madam like a taste?” He spoke in a poor French accent.
“Oh yes please!” Catherine shrilled excitedly, sitting up and swallowing Marcus’ cock once again.
Marcus loved the way she devoured his cock. No matter how much she got, she always wanted more. Marcus was happy to oblige and reached down to tickle Catherine’s pussy, which was, if anything, wetter than ever. Catherine responded to the extra attention and began to gyrate and squirm, and Marcus’ balls began to tingle.
“Would madam like a more substantial sample?” he said, again as a bad Frenchman.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!” Catherine replied, lying back and spreading her legs wide.
Marcus positioned himself between Catherine’s silky white thighs, grabbed his cock and teased her by running it up and down her entrance.
Marcus looked at her, and again she melted in his eyes.
“If I say please, may I fuck you?” Marcus said politely.
“If you’re going to do it,” Catherine replied, “you better do it right.”
Without warning, Marcus drove his hips forward, giving Catherine his full length in one complete thrust.
“Oh fuck yeeeesss,” she cried, “yes, that’s fucking me right.”
Marcus ground his cock deeper into Catherine, then withdrew slowly. Slammed in deep harder than the first and withdrew slowly. The sudden rush of cock inside her took Catherine’s breath away. Marcus kept this up a few more times before slowly merging into a steady cadence.
The sound of skin slapping skin resonated in Catherine’s ears. Her womb was being filled with Marcus’ monster cock, and soon he would be spraying her insides with his seed.
Catherine has not felt this alive in years. The pounding she was getting from Marcus now, like every pounding he has given her since they met, has been unlike any other. It was like a drug, and she was totally addicted.
Marcus felt Catherine squirm, and she tightened around him. He was close also and wanted to fill her deep as she orgasmed.
He picked up the pace; now he was fully planking Catherine. Not just driving with his hips, but with his whole existence. Catherine kept her legs high and wide, holding them up with her hands behind her knees. She wanted every inch of Marcus.
The first spasm took her by surprise, and the squirting from her pussy was stronger than ever. Marcus was close and turned the intensity up to eleven. His balls slapping on Catherine’s ass, his cock slamming her, sweat flowing down his back and from his brow.
He tensed, dropped to his elbows and sank his face into Catherine’s neck.
“Arrrrgggghhhhhhh!” he screamed, and he erupted, shooting stream after stream of thick sweet cum deep into Catherine. The walls of her cervix trapped his cock like an animal, and she locked her legs behind, further preventing escape. She wanted every drop deep inside her, where it belonged.
They held that position for an eternity. Neither wanting to release. Marcus lifted himself and looked at Catherine. Her eyes were closed. Serenity was making her face glow, and a smile nothing could remove. He removed himself from Catherine, his cock breaking free with a faint ‘pop’. Her pussy was as white as virgin snow but rubbed red raw by a big black cock. Cum began leaking from her instantly. Marcus bent down and kissed her clit.
They lay there for a while longer before retreating to the bathroom for a shower. 30 minutes later Catherine was again at street level and slipped into a taxi. She watched as the world passed her by, basking in the afterglow of another magical time with Marcus.
She checked her phone. E-mail, text messages, missed calls. One missed call caught her attention. Phillip, her husband. She stared at it forever as guilt crept into her psyche.
She wondered. How long can she keep this up with Marcus? How long did Marcus want her? Has he ruined her with Phillip, and will he ever find out?
She slipped her phone back in her purse.
~oOo~
Catherine returned home. Three hours later than usual, something that had become a regular occurrence. Phillip was in the kitchen, a glass of Merlot waiting for her when she came in. Shopping bags in hand, Catherine said a quick hello and rushed upstairs.
As she climbed the stairs, Philip turned to the stovetop and surveyed the Osso Buco he had prepared for dinner. He moved it to a vacant hob and turned off the gas.
He heard the shower running as he climbed the stairs. Catherine’s clothes were scattered on the bed and floor. Her bra tangled with her powder blue blouse, her stockings with her shoes.
Stockings, not pantyhose. Panties. Where are her panties? He searched her scattered clothes without altering their position. He could not find any panties. Were they in the bathroom?
He opened her bedside drawer to find the G-string matching the bra tangled in her blouse. She never wore G-strings before. Turning 50 didn’t make Phillip go out and buy a Harley Davidson, so are stockings and G-strings the woman’s equivalent? Phillip knew better.
The shower falling silent broke Phillip’s thought. He quietly slipped out of the bedroom and returned to the kitchen.
“That smells divine!” Catherine said as she walked into the kitchen, “What are we having?”
“Osso buco with a sage and parmesan polenta,” he replied.
“Yum!” Catherine exclaimed as she lifted the lid and took in a deep breath.
Phillip approached her from behind, ground his groin into her ass and started massaging her breasts. She jerked and stiffened under Phillip’s touch. He noticed it immediately but continued.
“Or,” he crooned, “we could go straight to dessert,” as he started kissing her neck.
“I’d love to, babe,” Catherine replied and squirmed under his touch as if trying to break free, “but the board has been riding me over this Harrington takeover. Now they’re imposing conditions, and I am wrecked. Another time?”
“Hmmm,” Phillip mumbled, “sit down and I’ll serve up.”
~oOo~
It was just after 3am when Phillip woke. He stared at the ceiling to gain his bearings, then realised Catherine’s side of the bed was empty. He looked towards the ensuite bathroom, and it was in darkness.
He quietly made his way downstairs but stopped on the landing when he heard her voice. He took a few more steps and crouched down. The small corner lamp gave enough light for him to see Catherine on the sofa completely naked, legs spread wide and her knees up. Her phone in her left hand at hip level and her right hand feverishly working her pussy.
Phillip could hear her moaning as her breasts danced in rhythm with her right hand. Her back was arched, and from the sounds of sloshing in rhythm with her hand, her pussy was soaked.
“What is she doing?” Phillip thought, “Watching porn? masturbating? Why not do it in bed or even let me do it for her?”
What happened next struck Phillip to his core.
“Yeah, baby, work it for me.”
It was a voice, a male voice. Deep and husky. Confident. Commanding.
“I’m close,” Catherine panted, “Oh fuck, so close.”
“Keep going, baby. Don’t stop. I want to hear you scream.”
Phillip could not believe what was happening. She wasn’t watching porn. She was on a video call. She was being told what to do. A man whose voice he didn’t recognise. She was pleasuring herself on his command.
Her pace quickened and her voice rose. Phillip recognised she was about to cum. Her hand was moving incredibly fast. Her head back and her back arched,
“Arrrggghh fuuuck!” Catherine cried. “My god, I’m cummming!”
Phillip watched in shock as Catherine had not just an almighty orgasm but one so intense she squirted over the sofa. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He’d brought her to orgasm many times, but never with the same intensity, and she never squirted before.
He could not pull his eyes away from his wife. Convulsing and squirting, moaning and panting, and all with an unknown man not only watching her but also telling her what to do.
“Oh my god, that was intense,” Catherine panted. “I’ve never cum so much ever. I feel so alive.”
“You are beautiful, Catherine. Beautiful and glowing,” he said.
“I have to be up in a few hours. I don’t know if I can sleep now. My pussy is still pulsing, plus I’ve made a mess of the sofa,” she laughed.
“I hope you’re home alone. That was quite the scream,” he added.
“No,” Catherine replied, “he’s upstairs fast asleep. A bomb could go off, and he wouldn’t wake.”
“Baby, you do like living dangerously,” he said.
“Let’s just say this girl loves a bit of spice on her taco.”
“Good to know,” he said. “I’ve got two handfuls of chilli for you right here.”
“Oh my, that’s a big burrito,” she laughed, “but I better go. Chat soon.”
Catherine kissed the screen and ended the call. Phillip could see her basking in the afterglow and took this as his cue to return upstairs.
Twenty minutes later, Catherine had slipped into bed next to him. He pretended to be half asleep and rolled to greet her.
“Everything ok?” he mumbled.
“Yes, I just needed to pee and take something for my headache,” she replied.
As she spoke, he fondled her breast but got no reaction. He moved his hand down, and just as he touched her pussy, she grabbed him and pushed him away. Phillip felt her pussy was dripping wet.
“Please, Phillip,” she said softly, “not now. My head is thumping, and I have to be up in a few hours.”
Phillip said nothing and rolled back to his side. His mind was racing.
© MMXXV Oddjobber.
