Startled by her '
BASTARD!
' outburst, Kirk rolled over and saw Carmina in the just emerging sunlight. She was wearing a short white robe tied loosely at the waist sitting cross legged with her laptop resting on her thighs. He took in the sight of her still swollen pussy before glancing up to her angry face.
To his obviously puzzled glance, she looked up and smiled brightly "Good morning, my lover! Your coffee is on the nightstand behind you. I just brought it in."
"What are you talking about?" Kirk asked, still fuzzy from just having awakened "What did I do?"
"What you DID was completely and thoroughly fuck me like I wanted and NEEDED to be fucked! What I AM TALKING about is this!" she said turning the laptop so he could view the screen.
He glanced and was amazed that she was working on a PowerPoint presentation. He was stunned by what he saw. Even in thumbnail view it was easy to make out in the left hand column that she'd inserted some of the pictures he'd taken last night. However he couldn't make out the right hand column.
"What are these?" he asked
She said "I'll show you" then clicked a button to display a full screen view of the shots side by side. On the left were pictures they'd taken the night before, neatly cropped so his face didn't show. On the right were pictures of her husband and some women.
Kirk guessed some of the shots were the German bimbo she'd told him about based on Carmina's earlier description. Her stumpy cellulite dimpled legs should never slide into thigh high hose. Her 'spare tire' waistline and flabby tummy would cause nightmares instead of wet dreams. Yet there she was, sucking Carmina's husband's pencil dick.
Each of the side-by-side poses of them and her husband and his wenches was virtually identical!
"And who is this other one?" he asked, pointing to a keen faced, bleached blonde that was straddling Gio on the patio lounger mimicking shots they'd taken last night. "She's my floozy neighbor, just divorced and clearly willing to accept any 'lil dick she can get!"
"I found these on his laptop along with the emails I told you about. If he denies it, I plan to smack him with a six pack of 'Whup Ass!' and show him ours so he can see what a real man, a black man, can get me to want to do! I wanna be fucked -- NOT FUCKED OVER!"
Extremely agitated, she continued "I also might show his shots to his boss who already gave him a written warning that he'd be fired if he didn't stop 'stumphfing' the company tramp. His patents be damned."
"He might guess its you in the pictures but can't be sure its not one of the muscular attendants at the gym that he's seen leering at and flirting with me."
Kirk laughed so hard that tears rolled down his face. Gasping for air, he finally managed "I see you had a plan! That explains your insistence of what pictures I should take. Ahhh ...
the wrath of a woman scorned
?"
"It started out that way but now its more
the joy of a woman awakened!"
"I've got a lot more pictures I want you to take in the next two days. But only one, of you fucking me in his car in front of the entrance to his office, is a payback picture. The rest are for me. You see, since you first fucked me, I haven't been able to cum at home. I barely did before -- only tiny ripples. But since you allowed me to feel what a mind shattering climax is, I close my eyes and imagine you fucking me. Being able to look at us will keep me cumming for years."
Kirk corrected her. "We've got the entire upcoming week to fully explore your sexuality and take pictures in your new Victoria's Secret outfits."
"Oh yeah, THAT'S RIGHT!" she exclaimed, smiling broadly.
And boy did they ever take advantage of the time!
He screwed her at least three times a day, at her house or his, in every room and in every piece of sexy attire she'd bought. He fucked her on the bathroom countertop, standing with her feet straddling a mirror on the floor so she could see his meat plowing her, in midair with him standing upright, cupping her ass with her arms around his neck and as his cock plowed deep into her pussy and a finger deep in her ass.
Several of their white-hot sessions were exceptional -- one with her red special occasions dress around her waist as he pounded her on top of his desk. Another as he rammed her from behind in the running suit she climaxed in during his speech rehearsal. He ripped out the crotch and gave her what she'd fantasized about that day long ago.
Some others were more of her special requests.
"Give me something I've dreamed about since I first met you!"
"What's that?"
