Chapter 2: Mrs. Pinchitt!
Harold sat in his office and ran his hands through his short hair. The papers piled on the desk were part of a project he was currently working on. His thoughts were interrupted, by the ringing of the phone. "Hello! Director of Special Projects office! Harold Johnson speaking! May I help you?" His face lit up when he heard the voice on the other end. "Well hello Mrs. Penworth!"
"Yes! I am getting the hang of this new position. And how are you feeling today?"
"Why yes, I'd be glad to drive you to dinner this evening."
"Yes, I'll be there at 7"
"Yes! I'll wear the white dinner jacket."
"Goodbye!"
Harold placed the phone in the cradle and looked at it for a few minutes. He smiled as he thought about how his life had changed. A few weeks ago, he was an up and coming clerk, in the office of a very prestigious firm. He lived in a small apartment in a ghetto and drove a raggedy car to work. And now, he was an Executive for the same firm, drove a newer car and had moved into a nice subdivision. And all it took was hard work. Hard work and 11 inches of thick, hard, black dick. And besides being an executive, he was also a male whore for his boss, Mrs. Penworth.
It had been a month since his first encounter with Mrs. Cotton. But he still remembered the way she rode his huge dick. He smiled as he recalled her phone call the next day. Telling him how she had to soak in a warm tub. Hoping that her sore pussy would stop throbbing and pulsing. She had never been fucked with such a dick in all her life and couldn't wait to have him again. And now, Mrs. Penworth had another classy rich bitch for his hungry cock. Harold was still smiling as he dived into his work with renewed enthusiasm.
He rang the bell to Mrs. Penworth's modest mansion at precisely 7pm. The butler smiled at him, as he was let in and Mrs. Penworth met him in the large foyer. She looked him up and down, then smiled at the change in his appearance. "You are a very handsome man, Harold. Are you ready to go?" Harold smiled as he held his arm out for her to take. He assisted her into the car and off they went. Along the way, Mrs. Penworth told him about the woman they would meet at dinner. Mrs. Pinchitt, was the wife of the President of a very large trucking outfit. They handled all of the shipping concerning the firm he worked for. She had heard about Harold from Mrs. Cotton and wanted to meet him.
They pulled up to the mansion and Mrs. Penworth handed Harold the entry card. They were escorted to a table. A few minutes later, a woman dressed in a very expensive gown entered the room and walked straight to the table. Harold looked Mrs. Pinchitt up and down as she walked over. Harold got up as she came over and pulled the chair out for her. Once seated, Mrs. Penworth introduced her. Mrs. Pinchitt was a big woman. Not only in size, she was about 6 feet tall, but in weight. She must have been about 240. But with her tallness, she didn't look out of proportion.
The two women talked about work, finances and Mrs. Pinchitt's husband. Dinner was again a meal to die for. Harold had the fish and wasn't disappointed. It was after dinner when they were sharing a brandy that Harold excused himself. When he came from the bathroom, he saw the two women in a discussion so he stayed in the alcove. When they stopped talking, he again went to the table. A few minutes of mundane conversation and Mrs. Pinchitt left for the powder room. "So, Harold! Think you could satisfy her? I know she's not as pretty as Mrs. Cotton is. Nor is she younger! In fact, she's close to 60. But her husband controls the trucks that move my product. And I could really use your help. Say, $2500.00, this time. Bigger, older woman, more expense for the service."
Harold looked into Mrs. Penworth's eyes and couldn’t mistake the twinkle of mischievous amusement. She was getting a kick out of playing the pimp to his enormous cock. He smiled and picked up his drink. "I once told you that you were my boss, I meant it. If you want me to do this, you know I will. And I'll try and make her as happy as I did Mrs. Cotton." At the sound of the other woman's name, Mrs. Penworth smiled. "Oh Harold! That poor woman has been begging me for another round with you. I'm glad she had to travel to California. She'll be there for two weeks. But when she gets back, I fear you'll have to wear her out again." They laughed as Mrs. Pinchitt returned to the table.
The next day, Harold was just finishing up some paper work when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Penworth reminding him of his appointment. Harold cleared his desk and went to the garage. Up to the mansion and into hallway where the rooms were. He was directed to another room this time. A room, where Mrs. Pinchitt was already waiting. Only she was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa. Harold came in and sat down with her. He noticed that she had worn a plain, if not nice looking, business suit. She took his big Black Hand between her white ones. She held it for awhile then looked up into his face. "Harold! I'm a bit different than other women you may have been with. You may not want to continue after I talk to you. I only ask, that if you don't want to go thru with this, that you never tell anyone. I mean anyone Harold! Not, even Mrs. Penworth.
Harold looked up into the big blue eyes of this woman. Mrs. Pinchitt was not a raving beauty. But she did have a certain beauty in the way she carried herself. Her tits seemed full and except for the abundance of hips, she wasn't really a bad looking woman. She looked back into his face and when he smiled at her, she smiled back. "You're not gonna tell me that you're secretly a guy, are you?" that seemed to break the tension of the moment. Then he looked again in her face. "Mrs. Pinchitt! I don't think that there's anything you could tell me that I would think was strange. I'm a big boy and have experienced many different things. So lets talk about this, and maybe you'll feel better."
He got up and poured two drinks from the decanter on the table. He was not a lover of scotch, but it was her show. He handed her her drink and Mrs. Pinchitt took a big gulp. Then she sat with her drink in her hands staring at the carpet. Harold sat next to her and after sipping his drink set it down. He lifted her head, with his hand beneath her double chin. Then he leaned in and kissed her. the kiss was soft and tender and Mrs. Pinchitt sighed as she returned it. She looked at him then gulped her drink again. She looked down at her feet. "Harold I…" she stopped and looked up at him. She looked almost about to cry.
Harold moved closer to her and put his arm around her broad shoulders. He whispered into her ear. "Close your eyes! Take a deep breath and let it out. You don't have to look at me while you tell me, if that would make you feel better." Then he settled back on the sofa while still holding onto her. Mrs. Pinchitt closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Harold, I've never been around too many black men. In fact, I've been around only two or three in a social setting. And I've never allowed a black man to touch me sexually. But I've always had this fantasy. It's about a black man raping me. He has this big cock and he makes me do all kinds of things. He makes me suck it while he talks nasty to me. He makes me beg him to fuck me. He even… He even shoves it up my ass!"
Harold leans up and turns Mrs. Pinchitt's face to his. "Is that the fantasy you would like? Is that what you would like me to do? How you want me to treat you?" Mrs. Pinchitt looked deep into his eyes. "I was hoping that you would agree. But if you don't want to, I'll understand." Harold again kissed her. This time, he was not surprised when her tongue slipped from between her full lips and linked with his. Mrs. Pinchitt moaned as she pressed her mouth hard against Harold. Harold broke the kiss and handed her her drink. "If we are gonna make this work the way you want it to, you know I'm gonna have to curse you and yell at you. Not only that, but you will be verbally abused and humiliated. And I hope you brought another set of clothes cause I'm gonna have to get rough and rip those clothes off you."