Diana didn't want Mr. Johnson to leave her, and told him so. She shouldn't have. Leviticus Johnson is fully a foot taller than the young wife, more than 100 pounds heavier, and his biceps are 2" larger than her 19" waist.
His huge hand cut through the air and when it landed on Diana's perfect, round, naked ass, her hips shot forward and her head snapped back. She fell to the floor, and he was on her like a cat, delivering five more powerful, painful slaps almost before she realized what had happened. But she did feel the affect, and it hurt like crazy, not only on her ass, but up her back and down her legs as well. She had no idea that anyone, not even her beautiful Black Master, could hit that hard.
Mr. Johnson addressed her through clenched teeth, "Don't ever question me about my appointments, cunt. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me."
Then he pulled her head back by her hair, and kissed her wetly and long. Diana moaned her need into his mouth. He proved that he still loved her by allowing the exquisite young wife to bathe him, and help him dress.
The jealousy she felt actually spurred her excitement as she lovingly soaped, rinsed and dried his huge, muscular, ebony body. His muscles rippled under her touch and his huge nipples and heavily veined cock jumped to full erection when she touched them. Mrs. Anglin was hoping he might chose to stay, God knew she needed to feel his huge cock inside her, but he had a very important appointment.
Diana was making tiny, urgent, sexual noises as she gently pulled his monstrous coal-black scrotum through the opening in the seam of another pair of those obscenely tight shorts. These were bright white too, but didn't have the ornate gold trim that he had worn for the Sunday worship service.
And since he now was feeling benign toward the beautiful young wife, he also allowed her to position his thickly veined cock inside the shorts for maximum viewing enjoyment. Just touching him so intimately, and thinking about the unknown woman who would benefit from her work, caused her sweet pussy to fill and run over with cream. Her Black Master's happiness was very important to her.
He had chosen a cashmere navy blue blazer, light gray worsted slacks, a crisp white shirt, and very expensive Italian silk tie and loafers. Mrs. Anglin helped him put everything on, and then sat back to admire the view. She opened her legs and fingered herself as she looked at him. Mr. Johnson smiled.
All of his clothes were carefully hand tailored to perfectly fit his incredible V-shape, and hugely muscled arms and legs, and there wasn't a male model anywhere in the world who could hold a candle to Leviticus Johnson. She rarely saw him dressed and never dressed up, and he literally took her breath away.
"I will be back before you know it," Leviticus said in that wonderful, deep, soft voice. "And I'll let you clean me up when I return."
Diana moaned. Her master was going to allow her to taste another woman on his cock. She shuddered and moaned again, and Leviticus kissed her deeply and long.
"Baby girl, I love you" he said, turning to leave. "Now get up on the bed. Dr. Logan will be here any minute."
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Diana was on her back on the king-sized bed, touching herself with eyes closed, when she sensed Dr. Logan's presence. Slowly she opened her eyes. He was wearing a starched white lab coat which gave him a look of authority, and his neatly trimmed gray hair and goatee emphasized their age difference. The beautiful young wife, her nipples, breasts, and labia swollen with desire half turned toward the doctor and studied him.
My God, she's absolutely incredible, Dr. Jeremiah Logan thought. He stared at her in return. Then something changed in Diana's expression -- no it was her entire face that changed -- and the light went on for the psychiatrist.
He knew. Suddenly he knew everything about her past. An older man had gotten to her. And he would bet a lot of money that he could pretty accurately describe the time frame and circumstances, and get pretty close to identifying the perpetrator as well. Jesus, he thought, as images flashed in his experienced mind, she had learned so much so young. Someone had stolen her childhood and changed her forever.
Diana got off the bed, looked directly at him for a moment, and then lowered her head. Her shoulders slumped a little, and she began to walk toward him. Small steps, very slowly she approached. She was a child at that moment in an exquisite woman's body.
The beautiful child/wife had closed the distance between them almost entirely when he remembered the gift wrapped box in his hand. He could smell her sweet skin and feel the heat from her body.
"I brought you a present, little one," the doctor said.
Diana thought his deep, old man voice was just right. He thrilled her, stirring something dark and hidden deep within her.
"Thank yo..………………..," the beautiful young woman said without looking up.
"What, baby, I couldn't hear you."
"Thank you Poppy," she said only a little louder as she snuggled up against him. Now the doctor knew it all.
The gift, thought of by Dr. Logan but actually purchased by Miss Rose, was beautifully, professionally wrapped. The top and bottom of the box were still separate in spite of the exquisite paper and coordinated bow. Diana took the top off the box and looked at the wonderful, bright red silk inside. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt like crying.
Finally she looked up, but only with her eyes, with a kid-at-Christmas expression on her face.
"It's sooo beautiful, Poppy," she said in a sweet, soft voice. "Do you want to put it on me?"
Her mesmerizing dark eyes bored into his, and that little girl voice melted his heart. Her words thrilled him and he felt his big, black cock lurch under the coat. She had done this before.
"Yes, baby girl, I do." Oh, he thought, what a dangerous, magnificent game.