Gina.
I am standing next to Pascal in front of the ant nest the Amsterdam stock market is. A few hours ago he gave the sign to start trading PDPL shares. Apparently from all over the world experts have been waiting for this day and want to act quickly. After an hour the value increased more points than a new stock listing ever did in the first hour. Patrick is all proud and confident. Not cheering like a football supporter but aware of the task and responsibilities that lie before him. He handles journalist questions very professionally. 'Was the value of the company estimated too low?' 'Could this explosion of value mean a hostile takeover attempt?' He has an answer to everything. On the visitors balcony there is Kenneth. I never met him, but i invited him for the celebration after this show.
Since Jack's article in the newspaper we got many sponsoring requests for charity. One of them was a project Kenneth is involved in. Kenneth is 21 years old and one of the biggest talents of national football. Raised in the poorest part of Rotterdam he also helps children staying out of drug gangs by realising a social security network of all kinds of sports. This kind of requests is new to us but it comes with the status and is probably inevitable. I choose his request sololy from his looks, and from what I see I am not disappointed. He is big, athletic and muscular. His dreadlocks are in a tail, and his skin is dark, brown and shiny.
"Congratulations. They say behind a successful business man there is a hard working woman. Is it true?"
It's Jana, the most famous talk show host of the country. She is a stunning beauty, in real life even more beautiful then on tv. Every week there is gossip about her in the glossy's. I never thought anything about her, but her appearance, it's just ... sex.
"Well yes, of course. Pascal sells the printers, I wrap them up."
" Ha ha ha ... good one! TouchΓ©, stupid clichΓ©s! He seems nice though, your husband. You are in the studio tonight I guess? It's gonna be interesting. People like self-made miljonairs."
"Yes, well the business is boring but he has a good general knowledge and talks easily. Don't be too hard on him. I am going back to Rotterdam after this. I'll watch front row, on the couch."
"You leave him alone? Risky ... You are envied."
"Well, another cliche I guess. Look at him. All power and intelligence, but wears a diaper because he can't control his bladder, nor is he able to satisfy ... anyone or anything."
"Seriously? At his age? What the ...!?"
"So I am not too worried."
The afterparty is difficult. Every gesture, every word seems to have a double meaning, a double layer. Nothing is real or sincere. This is not my world but I know I can grow into it. For now Kenneth is my support. He is incredibly good looking, disarming, youthful and humble. We drive back to Rotterdam together. What comes next is clear. But Kenneth is nervous, excited, maybe too excited.
He kisses me all over, his hands go up and down, not to excite me but more as a ritual he thinks he has to perform.
"Hey... do you manage, you have done this before, did you? It seems you are a bit tense. We can take it easier, or get some load off first if you want"
"YeahYeahYeah, you are right... I can't believe this... you are so beautiful, just... wow. But wait, I'll take a quick shower."
"What? Now? Why?"
It really only takes a few minutes. He comes back, nacked. His body is perfect. A shining, black smooth skin. The only body hair is his nicely shaven pubic hair. He is fit, obviously, and more muscular than I thought a football player would be. His penis is weak but long, slightly curved. I'm in awe and I bet it shows. And this young man standing in front of me, with his body of a god, is nervously looking at me.
I am sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling him closer. His butt is sooo perfectly firm, round, muscular and masculin. Masturbating only by looking at him, would still be perfect sex. I push my face to his stomach. He smells like my husband's cheap showergel and sweat, soare, fear sweat. His dick bumps up against my throat. I slowly retreat to have a good look. His erection stands firmly straight in front. It's slightly curved and every few seconds a muscle contraction makes it jump up a little. The foreskin is almost completely retracted. The colour of his penis is a bit darker than the rest, except for his jerk. There are no big outlined veins and the skin of his dick seems as perfect as the rest. Even the curve seems to be shaped to pleasure a woman's insides. I take some spit on my tongue and let it flow on the top of his jerk.
"Wait, shall i... do you want me... you know, i got condoms with me. Flavoured ones."
"No, i am fine. My mouth doesn't ovulate anymore."
"Yeah, no but...... OHW... OOOHHHHW... OOOOHHHWWWWW ... holy moth ... "
My wet lips slowly go over his jerk. I keep his dick in my mouth. My tongue goes over his slit, down the base of his foreskin searching for the bottom of his jerk. I have to take his penis deep into my mouth, but my tongue licking makes him crazy. He is coming within a few seconds, loud moaning, shouting, his body freezing. I press his dick to the top of my mouth with my tongue rubbing forth and back. The first shot goes deep into my throat. I squeeze his dick a little while I swallow. The second load comes out like thick water, steady without interruption. His lower body starts to convulse, and i suck out the last bit of sperm out of his cock. My mouth is full and I try not to swallow. It's like lubricant all over his prick when I slowly go up and down, up and down his shaft. It's drooling out of my mouth and Kenneth doesn't seem to like it but is not sure what to do.
I get up and we simultaneously turn around while Kenneth lets himself fall down onto the bed.
"Owh my ... that was ... that feeling, you are incredible. It's true what they say about older women."
He is looking at the sealing. My mouth is still full of his cum. I let some drool out over his cock, his stomach, and chess. He can't believe what I do as I still go on. He turns his face and I leave some sperm on his cheek. His hand tries to pull me aside, but without any force. I take his chin and turn his face toward mine. My mouth opened with his sperm on my lips and on top of my tongue. He is disgusted. I lick my lips and swallow slowly. I lick the sperm from his cheek. It's only a droplet and I go with it on top of my tongue to his closed mouth, smearing it around his lips.
At this point I have to stop. This is more than he ever dared to think about. If he saw this on Youporn, he would have swiped it away.
"Wow, i 've done a lot, but you ...."
"Thanks. You had quite a load to drop. We can ease up a little now. Enjoy, go deep."
"Go deep? I was pretty deep there I think. I'm gonna have a shower. Do you come with me?"
"What? Again? No, it's too cold when I come out of it and I want to stay hot for some while."
"Your husband is a lucky guy.
"My husband, well ... "