ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
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"Relax, Charlie. Let Mami take care of you."
Charlie lay back and closed his eyes. His body trembled in anticipation as he felt her hot breath over his engorged member.
Her ruby red lips brushed over the tip tenderly before taking his swollen glans between them, suckling at it for several moments. Finally, with a soft moan, she swallowed his shaft deep in her throat.
Her long, dark curls tickled his scrotum and thighs as she worked her magic, sliding up and down his length oh so slowly, making sure he felt every movement of her warm, wet tongue as it worked in tandem with her mouth, sending wave after shudder inducing wave of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in his body.
Without warning, her lips released him, and he felt the bed shake as her body shifted positions.
The musky scent of her sex filled his nose. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of her glorious round ass now hovering above his face, the dark skinned folds of her vulva swollen with arousal, the curly black pubes covering it already damp and matted.
Reaching between her legs, her fingers parted her thick pink labia, exposing the entrance to her secret place.
"Mami knows how much you love her smell," she purred as she spread the glistening cream that oozed from her around. "Go ahead, breathe me in."
Her lips again engulfed him as she fingered her hot wet slit. Charlie desperately wanted to lean up, to taste her, to run his tongue over her swollen clit, to plunge it into her depths and greedily slurp up her juices.
But she had not yet given him permission to do so.
And so he contented himself to breathe in her intoxicating scent as she masturbated mere inches above his face while continuing her tender, attentive blowjob.
Soon enough, he felt the familiar signals. "Mami? I'm... I'm going to..."
She pulled her mouth from him only long enough to reply, "Good boy, give Mami your cum," before wrapping her lips tightly around the head of his cock, just in time to catch the first eruption.
Her fingers were still deep inside her as she sucked his spunk from him, her own gooey cream now also flowing freely, dripping upon his face.
He lapped at the drops hungrily, even as his body wracked in spasms of pleasure, the vibrating hums of her orgasmic moans reverberating along his shaft increasing his pleasure to new heights.
She continued to work his still hard cock, coaxing every last drop of seed from him.
Finally, she released his wilting member with a last, satisfied slurp. "Good boy. What a lovely treat you've given me. I have one for you as well."
Moving herself to now face him, she offered her sticky, glistening fingers.
"Thank you, Mami," he sighed before eagerly licking them clean.
"You're most welcome, dear," she smiled, kissing his cheek. "Feel better now?"
"Yes, Mami. Thank you."
She gave him several more light, sweet pecks along his cheeks, nose, and finally his lips. "Good. Now, it's time for your siesta."
Still naked, she snuggled in beside him, pulling the light blanket over them. Her soft, natural breasts pressed against him as she threw her arm over his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.
Her hair smelt of flowers. Her skin, of cocoa scented lotion, sweat, and sex.
Charlie closed his eyes and, relaxed in her comforting warmth, slowly drifted off to sleep.
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"Help me with the zipper?"
"Of course."
Charles took a moment to drink in the creamy smoothness of her dark toned skin one last time as he helped zip up her slinky black summer dress.
Resting his hands on her wide hips, he kissed her softly behind the ear before finally letting go.
Sophie turned to him and offered her own kiss; this one on the lips. "So, same time next week?"
"Of course."
"Great. Shall I meet you at Sharkey's again?"
"You sure you can't just come to my place?"
"I'm sure. Other plans, sorry."
Sophie's phone chirped. "My Uber's here. Gotta run!" With a last, quick kiss, she was gone.
It was 10:45 PM. Charles sat on the couch of the hotel suite, debating on whether to spend the night there, or simply head home.
Deciding there was no reason to rush home, Charles poured himself another Scotch.
Returning to the bedroom, he plunked himself down on the bed, flicking on the TV, but nothing caught his interest.
Instead, his thoughts were of Sophie. Was she already home? Asleep in her own bed? Was she alone in it?
Or was she at another "appointment," a late night rendezvous with a different client?
He found himself wondering about those things more often lately, although he couldn't explain why, exactly.
Shrugging off his musings, Charles clicked off the TV with a frustrated sigh. Finishing his drink, he rolled over and turned off the lights.
It took him a while to fall asleep. He'd always slept better when Sophie stayed over, snuggling beside him, making him feel safe and warm.
Instead, all he had was the large feather pillow to cuddle with. At least it had her scent still on it.
His sleep was restless, littered with dark dreams.
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The work week went by interminably slowly. Corporate meetings, shareholder meetings, budget meetings, meetings to decide on when to hold the next meetings. And every single decision, no matter how trivial, had to come across his desk for approval.
Charles had spent more than half his life climbing the corporate ladder, and now that he was at the top, he discovered he hated it with a passion.
It was only the fact that he was ten years away from retirement, and the benefits he'd lose if he left early, that kept him there.
After weeks like this one, he was often tempted to walk away anyway. He had money, had made smart investments, and could probably afford to live a simple yet comfortable life well into his twilight years.
Although he had no idea what he would do with all his free time.
