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Blacked World: A Powerful CEO, Bending Over for Big Black Cock 4!

by M.A. Darkwood-Ryder


Copyrighted, 2019 M.A. Darkwood-Ryder


Published by Blacked World Publications, all rights reserved.


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Blacked World: A Powerful CEO, Bending Over for Big Black Cock 4!


M.A. Darkwood-Ryder


"What are you doing here?" I asked Micheal, the head of my security. It was a fair question, he hadn't been at my home in ages. Not since the walk-through with the man who originally set everything up, choosing to be where I was the most, at work, I guess.


"Just making sure everything runs smoothly," he said. But his calm demeanor belied the fire in his eyes. An impish glow that said differently. "He's tempting me, the black bastard," I thought. "There's no reason for him to be here, other than he wants to fuck me."


But my husband was home and Michael had said sex with him was still okay. He was the only white guy I was allowed to fuck, under our agreement. "Did I agree?" I wondered, thinking deeper about it. I hadn't said no, that's for sure. "Was my silence my agreement?"


"I'll be out here if you need me," he said. I had seen him in the guard shack from my kitchen window. Curious, I had gone out. There was one other man, patrolling the property... I had a rather large estate, typical of my level of wealth. One hour outside, one hour inside, the two men taking turns. It was his turn in, I guessed, and he was telling me in a very passive-aggressive manner, to go.


I went but I fumed at the gall. "If he thinks he can wield that kind of power over me, he's got another think coming," I decided. My husband and I hadn't had sex in a while. Mostly, because we were rarely home at night, at the same time. "Is it?" asked my inner voice. "Or is it because you're getting all of that quality black dick?"


"Hi, baby," I said, in my most seductive manner. I had made a quick detour and slipped into something more... enticing. He had a couple of drinks in him, that made it easier. We made out where he was, in the living room. I wanted him to take me right there but he insisted on moving things to the bed.


It was very nice. Soft. Sweet. Adequate.


And wholly unsatisfying. I mean, I made like I was having a good time... cooing, moaning, screaming during the orgasm...


His, of course. I almost came during the brief foreplay but I cooled off as he fucked me. And soon after he nutted in me, he was asleep.


I wandered the house, much as I did my building in the city. Soon, I was drawn back to the kitchen window... the one I could see the guard shack from.


"Eww..." I never noticed how fat David... I think that's what his name... was. An old, white, fat guy. Hardly the rock hard stud that Michael was. "No temptation there..."


I made some tea to help me get to sleep. That led to wine. A glass or two and I was back at the window. David was gone, no doubt walking the grounds. "But for how long?" I hadn't been paying attention to the time. But there was another, more pressing question...


"Who cares?"


I took the last half glass of wine down in one big gulp, setting it down and storming out the door. I strode across the way, determined to give my arrogant, illicit lover a piece of my mind.


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