Dwight Has The Last Laugh Pt 06

Dwight knew Kim's willpower was stronger than Nicole's. But he also knew he'd started to chip away at it when she almost sucked his dick. But her love for Dylan was an obstacle to get past. And now she was angry at Dwight for overstepping his boundaries. He'd have to change things up a bit. So he called in Curtis.

THE NEXT DAY

Kim paced around the apartment, deep in thought. She was confused. Confused about having thoughts of Dwight's dick constantly. She was angry. Angry that he pulled it out in the first place. Angry that he was so confident. Angry that his dick was bigger and thicker than Dylan's. She loved Dylan, but she couldn't get the image of Dwight's dick out of her head. She couldn't understand why she didn't immediately stop him. Why she let him bring it closer to her face. Why she let some gross, fat old black man do that to her.

She started feeling bad. But then she remembered what Dwight said. She hadn't cheated. She didn't do anything but look. There was nothing wrong with that. She'd remained loyal to Dylan, and that was all that mattered. She picked up her phone and texted Dylan as she walked out of the apartment to pick up Seth's mail downstairs. As soon as she began talking with Dylan, she forgot about Dwight.

She went downstairs to get the mail every day around 4pm. It was her routine. Dwight had seen her enough times to remember. But this time, when she went downstairs, he wasn't there. She quickly got the mail and returned to the elevator to wait for it. She began texting Dylan again while she waited.

While Kim looked at her phone, someone else walked up to wait for the elevator. She ignored the person until he spoke.

"Hot day," said Curtis.

Kim finally glanced up from the phone to see Curtis standing beside her. She noticed his belly stuck out like Dwight's. He was black, fat, and gross like Dwight. He reminded her of him.

"It sure is," said Kim to be polite. She then went back to texting.

The elevator arrived. Kim and Curtis got on and the doors closed. It began to ascend. But about halfway up, the elevator suddenly stopped. It was stuck between floors.

Kim and Curtis looked at one another in surprise. "Seriously?" asked Kim. She looked down at her phone and noticed she'd lost service.

Curtis tried opening the doors, but only opened them a few inches and saw brick through the opening. He backed up and sat on the floor of the elevator.

"What are you doing?" asked Kim.

"I'm waiting. We're stuck. I can't do anything, so I'll wait for the super to fix it. Which will probably be awhile," Curtis replied.

Kim shook her head in disappointment and tried moving her phone around to get service. After nothing happened, she pouted and sat on the opposite side of the elevator. She and Curtis stared at one another in silence. Then Kim looked down in frustration.

After a few minutes, they both started getting really hot. They began to sweat. "Wow, this is brutal," Curtis said. Then he spread his legs a bit, pretending to get more comfortable.

Kim looked up and noticed the bulge in Curtis' pants. Her mind immediately started racing to images of Dwight's dick. She began wondering if the myth about black guys really was true. But she didn't want to have such thoughts. She quickly picked up the phone, but remembered she couldn't talk to Dylan. She was trapped in here with this fat black man and his mysterious, bulging crotch. She tried not to think about it, but she couldn't stop. Finally, she succumbed.

"Can I ask you a weird personal question?" asked Kim.

"Shoot," said Curtis.

Kim chuckled and lowered her head in embarrassment. She looked back up. "Is it true that black guys are bigger?" she asked.

"Bigger how?" asked Curtis.

Kim's face was red with shame. "Bigger, you know," she said with a smirk while she looked down at his bulge.

Curtis looked down at his bulge, then back up at Kim. "If you'd like to find out, I don't mind," he said. Then he spread his legs further apart.

Kim's eyes got wide. "Wait, what?! No. I was just asking a question," she said in nervous defense.

Curtis smiled at her and remembered everything Dwight told him the night before. He'd go according to Dwight's plan and take advantage of Kim's young innocence.

"If you want to find out, come here and find out. It's the only way you will," said Curtis. "If you have a man in your life, that's fine. You're not doing anything wrong. Just being curious," he added.

Kim shook her head. "I don't know," she said. "Are you sure it's okay?" she asked.

"Of course!" Curtis laughed. "I won't tell if you don't," he said with a grin.

Hearing those words made Kim's heart beat a little faster. She suddenly began feeling weird. Naughty. Excited. She was so confused by it all.

"Okay, listen up," Kim said with intent. "I have a boyfriend, and I love him. This doesn't mean shit," she said. Then she got on all fours and crawled across the elevator floor towards Curtis.

Curtis smiled. "I understand. I wouldn't want you to do anything you regretted," he said in support.

Kim climbed up to Curtis and positioned herself between his legs. She sat on her knees, looking down at his bulge. She giggled. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

"It's really not a big deal," said Curtis.

Kim could see Curtis was getting hard in his pants. She reached down and unbuckled his belt. She could feel herself breathing heavy. She grabbed Curtis' zipper and zipped it down slowly. Her hands shook a bit. Then she used both hands and popped the button open. When she did, Curtis' pants popped open, revealing a sweaty, musky scent and his underwear.

Kim took a deep breath, inhaling the musk. She didn't understand it, but there was something she really liked about the smell of Curtis' sweaty crotch. She took hold of his underwear by the waistband and pulled them out and down. Curtis' hard 8 inch dick bounced out at her.

"Oh my," Kim said with a gasp as her eyes focused on it. "It IS true," she said in a daze.

Curtis laughed. "Yes it is," he said proudly. "If you want to touch it, I don't mind."

"No. No, I can't," Kim protested.

"If you think about it, you're really just touching my skin. There's nothing wrong with that," Curtis said.

Kim was so confused now. She knew Dylan would be mad if he found out she was touching some older black man'd cock, but she suddenly didn't care. She had to quench her curiosity.

"Remember, this doesn't mean anything," Kim reminded Curtis.

"Right," Curtis replied. "You love your boyfriend."

Kim reached down and began caressing Curtis' big black dick with her hand. It felt warm and hard. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, then around the head. Curtis couldn't help but moan. Kim liked hearing him moan.

Kim suddenly wrapped her hand around Curtis' dick and began jerking him off very slowly. They looked into each other's eyes at that moment.

"It feels so warm in my hand," Kim said. She slowly moved up, then down with her hand.

"I'm glad you like it," said Curtis. "If you think that's fun, you should feel it in your mouth," he added.

"We can't," said Kim. "That's crossing the line."

"No it's not," argued Curtis. "It's only cheating if you let me fuck you with it. This is the pretty much the same as sucking one's thumb. But I understand if you just want to to this. It's still nice."

There was a moment of silence between them. The only sound was Kim pumping her hand on Curtis' dick as she kept her eyes on it. She couldn't take what was happening to her. She'd been loyal to Dylan for years. She thought to herself. Would this be something she could come back from? Should she do it? Was it a big deal?

Kim couldn't take it anymore. She looked at Curtis. "Not a soul can know about this," she said as she slithered herself downward and began licking Curtis' cockhead. She then began bobbing down onto it, sucking it deep like she'd done to Dylan dozens of times. Curtis began moaning again.

As Kim bobbed hungrily on Curtis' dick, he began bucking up and pumping into her mouth. This went on for a few minutes, causing the elevator car to vibrate and creak slightly. She instinctively reached up and pinched one of Curtis' nipples. A move she knew worked on Dylan. While she did all of this, she reasoned to herself that it was all just harmless practice for sucking Dylan. But she couldn't help but feel how different it was. This dick was thicker, longer, blacker, and tastier. She thought about Dylan for a few minutes, but suddenly began thinking about Curtis instead. She realized she wanted to please him.

Suddenly, Curtis grabbed her head and shoved it down onto his pulsating dick. Kim looked up into his eyes in shock. He began convulsing and shaking. Kim tried to pull back but couldn't. And then it happened.

Curtis began shooting stream after stream of hot cum into Kim's pretty, young, white mouth. She closed her eyes and began beating the floor of the elevator with her fist as she fought to swallow the mouthfuls of warm cum. It seemed to never stop cumming until it finally did. Kim instinctively bobbed onto it slower and slower, milking every drop out of it.

After a few moments, Kim sat up and looked Curtis in the eyes. There was a silence between them. Then, suddenly, the elevator went back into motion. It continued ascending and surprised both of them. Kim quickly stood up and fixed herself while Curtis stood up and put his dick back in his pants. No words were spoken.

When the elevator reached Seth's floor, the doors opened and Kim ran out without looking back at Curtis. Her phone was bombarded with notifications from Dylan. She was humiliated and surprised by her actions and immediately called Dylan.

Curtis could hear Kim on the phone as the elevator doors closed.

"What? Nothing. Nothing happened. What do you mean? Oh. Oh, I was stuck in the elevator for a bit. Sorry. What? No, I was alone," Kim nervously said into the phone. Curtis smiled as he rode the elevator back down.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Dwight whistled with glee as he exited the elevator control room.