The Lecher Ch 01

Chapter 01 (Zeal for Flesh)

They waited. They waited and they waited.

At the far end of the living room sitting on the brand new cream leather couches, William and Cecile stare at their glass door foyer, keenly anticipating some beautiful silhouettes at their doorstep.

These two gentlemen try to represent success in the most ostentatious ways possible. Saying they splurged on this property would be an understatement. Even by the living room you can distinguish this; from the terrazzo-marble flooring, to the glass railings of the spiraling staircases, to the skylights, down to the Mojave plants by the entrance, these astute young men have it all and they pride in the fact that they are now big fish.

Will and Cece' got into real estate in the mid-90s. These young and assertive black men established themselves early and surprised many. William, with his tall and lean build, strapping brown eyes, tightly coiled cornrows, goatee and nose ring, has the more hardened look of the two. After all, he came about through harder circumstances than his friend. He hails from Haiti where as Cecile grew up in suburban New Jersey.

Cecile was always the more brazen of the two and made sure this Teaneck home was one of the most envied in the state of New Jersey. His friend hasn't the slightest idea about his beachfront purchase in Savannah, SC--yet.

Both men are dressed sort conservative in button up shirts with ties (cecile's sleeves rolled up), slacks and loafers and they wait patiently on their plush couches, in silence. This has become a monthly routine for William and Cecile. Though they are reputable entrepreneurs and powerful figures within the local black communities, William and Cecile have a dark side-

"I first get the blonde" said William, who doesn't care that he broke nearly 20 minutes of comfortable silence, "Yes, she's mine".

Cecile gives William a quirky look and instead of responding rolls his eyes away. He knows he's the one getting the blonde first anyway.

Both are more fond of the darker hair and darker eyes but they can appreciate an exquisite blonde mixed in with their bevy of brunettes, especially William.

Will and Cece' feel they have a different standard of beauty. Cecile isn't shy about the manmade waterfall in the back of this $6.4 million dollar abode. Will, though more intense and reserved, gets keyed up when it comes to his automobiles. He once drew a crowd in a local neighborhood while parking his brand new jet black Maybach 62. The locals stood around and probably didn't realize how long they were, considering William's car-mantras often get lost in the over enthusiasm and Creole-English hybrid.

"She's a beaut' though..."

They like their women to go with the lavish scenery they've fashioned for themselves. They like sluts.

This has been an on going procedure for 5 months now. The month before last (because of important business) , two nice young ladies from Czechoslovakia spent the weekend. Will and Cece' agreed that Henrietta and her petite friend Jaskova were the best...bar none.

About 6 months ago Cecile was approached by one of his old clients after a banquet for inner-city youth. They loosened their ties, drank their brown liquor and laughed it up for a bit at a local bar ...

"Sit down for this" said Cece' as he bursts into Will's office and takes a seat, "You're not ready for this!".

William leaned back in his chair with his sleeves rolled up, "I am and I am ready for anything...".

"Have you ever been with a white woman?" asked Cecile.

William responded with a smug expression.

"No, man. It's not what you think. I'm talking about good, decent, mature, drug free, top of the line sluts from Eastern Europe. This isn't about personal gain--or the affairs of state--the photo opts--or those augmented blonde whores working for Vespoli...this is about experiencing new things..."

Cecile paused and shrugged, "Besides, it's free"

"Now that's just beautiful" says William as he leans forward in his $2,000.00 leather chair.

Cecile then leans in more with a whisper saying "I ran into Pallona from that big Princeton deal 4 years ago. He turned out to be a real nice guy. I sat down and had a few drinks with him at the tavern last night. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

Both lean more into each other...

"I shit you not, they have a secret society or something. While we were having our drinks he makes a call on his cellphone--which I found rude at the time--and then proceeds to talk-yadda yadda yadda--and before I knew it, this foreign girl comes up to me wearing a trench coat. She walked directly up to me, looked me in the eyes, said 'I need you'--and just started to get to all the sucking of the earlobes, squeezing on the arms—and just really invading my space here. This girl had to be about 23, from Hungary--she's really special. Pallona looked at me with a crazy look--then started motioning for me to take her to the bathroom. Mind you I don't speak madhar or whatever that shit is so I'm like what the fuck here. We are in a crowded bar and this very fucking gorgeous brunette--gets closer to me and opens her coat. She was completely naked man. She started pressing her body against mine and massaging my balls right there!--I swear to god—I had my way with her in that bathroom. She leaned against the wall, lifted up her coat and I nailed her—pulling her hair—ended up shooting all in her pussy, I just couldn't help it--Now that was beautiful!"

"It's called Magyar" replied William.

Cecile leans back in the chair and rolls his eyes, "Who gives a fuck? Isn't it ugly as hell anyway? Point is, Pallona tells me there are 'lots of girls like Sofianne, even better—"

"I trust your judgment so I'm sure these girls you speak of--are great but what's the catch, buddy, lets get real here, nothing is free" says William.

"I see Pallona differently now. Turns out he's well known in E. Europe. He has a strong pimp hand. He says there's no way out of this. We have to commit to this 100%. He said we can help ourselves as long as we keep it within the circle and keep our mouths shut."

"Well I do love pussy...."

The gentleman get a little restless as they check their watches and squirm on the now sticky leather couch, waiting for their acquaintances. The very thought of Sofianne from the tavern, Agi, Possi, Ornelia, Maya, and the very pleasant Henrietta and Jaskova, made both of their cocks unnervingly hard. They have developed a passion for these women.

William and Cecile are not allowed to have any sexual relations outside of their circle. The rules strictly forbid this. After having breathtaking sex with seemingly flawless Eastern European women, they have no choice but to stay with that quality of slut anyhow. Here they are thinking Henrietta and her petite grey eyed friend Jaskova are as good as it gets, but they are wrong.

"Holy shit they're here" says Cecile as he bounces up from the couch adjusting his tie, "there's four of them this time".

William remains slumped into the couch and closes his eyes momentarily; anticipating the sexual bliss. The women have had pleasurable reactions to his melanin packed appearance and strong disposition. He knows he's getting the blonde first.

"Come right in ladies" says Cecile as he let's the ladies in from the night, "Don't worry about your shoes, you'll be keeping those on" he says with a grin.

Both fellows were a bit dismayed that of the four dazzling Eastern European women none of them were blondes, rather three brunettes and one unbelievably good-looking redhead.

The ladies stand at the marvelous glass and gold foyer, as Cecile closes the doors, and they twist around in admiration of this lavish home. They often don't get to see such remarkable homes or gorgeous black men, much less in the same instance. Cecile is always aware of this.

He stands at about 5'8 and his partner, who is 6'2, never fails to acknowledge his advantage in height, though Cecile is 5 years his senior. Cecile, with his bald head, hairless face, dimples and muscular build, tends to think the women are more attracted to him. If you asked him, Agi and Possi from the first month showed a little more curiosity towards him. He noticed that same look in the redhead's eye-

"Me, my—uh-name is Victoria-I am from—Hungary" says the Redhead as she reads Cecile's eyes, somewhat embarrassed of her English, "We—all from Budapest".

Victoria, who is obviously in charge and stands out anyhow, is quite beautiful. She is rather fair and has straight shoulder length hair, squinty blue eyes, and in conjunction with some light freckling, has astonishingly sharp facial features. A long pearl necklace wraps around her soft slender neck and lay atop her round medium sized breasts that all but burst under her sky blue crepe-backless blouse. Even with her matching-soccer mom sized Fendi-handbag, Cecile could appreciate the trim waistline, as well as the creamy and fleshy stems ascending up into her sky blue miniskirt--clad with white stilettos. She is to die for.

"Welcome Victoria" as he kisses her hand, "Please, join me in the other room".

The patter of their high heels into the living room quietly thrilled William. He felt the blood rush into the head of his cock as he shifted it upward under his belt. Though this will naturally build up into an array of kissing, choking and asshole stretching, he does not want to introduce himself with a hard on.

"Victoria, meet our friend William—William—Victoria"

Will stood up and smiled, slightly bowing his head to these beautiful women. He particularly was fond of the tall, radiant; reddish-brunette on the left of Victoria. He locked into her black eyes instantly.

Aneta, who's really from Fejer Megye, outside of Budapest, is indeed the exemplary brunette beauty—enthralling facial features, tanned complexion, long flowing hair, perfect posture, small breasts, pointy nipples, slim waist and a defined backside—wearing a tight; lengthy red silk dress with spaghetti straps, diamond studded earrings and red open-toe stilettos. She and William could not help but stare into each other's eyes.

There was an instance of uncomfortable silence, followed by everybody giggling. It is not the language barrier. It is the utter sexual chemistry densely filling the room.

"So, you two" said Cecile as he hovered over these petite strumpets, "what are your names?"-

Melinda and Belinda are twins from Budapest. They have sweet green eyes. Their hair flows down to the small of their backs. Their young powdered faces, pouting lips, big circular breasts, washboard abs, firm protruding asses and identical horse-like stances excited the men of their country, even more so; Will and Cece'. Melinda and Belinda dress in flimsy black tank tops with silver straps, black paten-leather miniskirts, black garter-belts, black fishnet stockings and matching stilettos--in addition to platinum chokers around their necks. They know they are princesses. They know they are precious. They know the men of their country dream of having them... but they are bred for black men.

"We come all the way from Budapest—to see you!" said Belinda with a nefarious smile, lightly poking him on his puffy chest-

"Take-long time" added her three minute and 35 second older sister.

William and Cecile were taken back by the twins reassuring English. They soon realized Melinda and Belinda only wish to fulfill their life long fantasies —and that is to please black men. The twins, unlike Victoria and Aneta; whom have been active in the Union for one year now, have no experience with black men, but from a young age were always reminded of their purpose. Now of age, the irresistible twins are ready for the next step.

"Please, ladies, take a seat" said William; still staring into Aneta's profound black eyes.

Victoria opts to stand as Aneta crosses her everlasting legs; sitting closely to William on the couch and Melinda and Belinda snuggle up on both sides of Cecile on a reclining leather chair.

"Mr. Pallona—not happy about last trip" said Victoria with a concerned expression, "that--can not happen no more".

"Don't worry about Pallona, I can handle him" replies Cecile as he looks back and forth at Melinda and Belinda's gorgeous faces and awe-inspiring cleavage. Both lay on the arms of the chair with their legs slightly crossed; and are elevated just high enough for William to see their hairless pussies and soft bottoms. Melinda and Belinda refused to wear any sort of underwear with their tight; hip hugging miniskirts. They are ready.

This is the scenery William and Cecile have become accustomed to; laissez-faire women from Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Romania, Belarus and Russia, lightly clothed and anxious to do whatever the men desire. Their monthly presence has made this million dollar home seem more complete.

"O.K." said Victoria with her arms crossed, "But-please—take advize, please"

Since the opening weekend with Agi and Possi, these men have heard the word please many times, so neither took heed to Victoria's banter. At this point, it was all about the untamed fascination between these men and women.

"Come, Victoria, sit next to me" said William; motioning Victoria with his long willowy finger.

Victoria then takes a seat next to William and crosses her legs towards him as he puts his arm around her.

Aneta, who is ablaze with sexual urgency, inaudibly gets up from the couch and stands in Victoria's place. While continually gazing into William's eyes, she runs both of her hands through her hair, squeezes her breasts and rubs her pussy over her dress. As she speaks in Magyar, she frantically rubs her clit and gyrates her hips, ultimately laying down on the spotless marble floor and masturbating for him.

Aneta raises her expensive silk dress above her hips and extends her legs open for William. She pulls her thong to the side with her right hand and runs her left middle finger up and down her shaved pussy, for William—

"You get' em girl" grunts William as he loosens his tie with his unoccupied hand.

"Engem nehéz helyzet ya apuka" whispered Aneta as she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders; licked her fingers and pinched her nipples. She stares up at William; blowing on her rock hard nipples, whispering yet again "Engem nehéz helyzet ya apuka".

William doesn't know Aneta is saying Me need you daddy and she doesn't know what he says to her, but their eye communication is much stronger than words.

William takes his arm from around Victoria and removes his tie while watching Aneta grind her hips up and down, pulling her thong perfectly between her pussy lips. She is soaking wet.

Aneta gets goosebumps from her bare ass on the cold marble floor and puts her weight on her upperback, stroking her hips up and down; faster and faster, as she widly runs her hands through her hair-

"Engem nehéz helyzet ya apuka!"

Victoria, who isn't into girls, but men—big; black men, enjoyed William's reactions to Aneta. William could feel Victoria's stare as he hastily tries to unbutton his shirt with sweaty hands. Victoria giggles and then assists with his buttons, crossing her leg further over his thigh-

"You like that rossz hírű nő—yes?" asked Victoria as she loosens the final button on William's white dress shirt, "She--little slut—yes?"

William, who at no point even glanced into Victoria's gorgeous blue eyes, rather Alena's piercing black eyes, nods 'yes' as he rises off the couch with a visible hard on, ripping off his shirt and revealing his perfectly athletic body.

Victoria says "Oooh" as she tries to steal a feel of William's well defined 8 pack.

Aneta rolls over as William comes to her. She lifts her silk dress above her waistline, gets on her knees; keeping her hands and upper body against the sexy marble floor, and shakes her ass for William. Her pussy is so wet for him.

William towers over Aneta and plants a firm hand on her ass cheek as she shakes it faster and faster—

"Yeah...yeah" murmurs Will as he spanks her ass cheek, "You're mine".

"Engem igény magába szív aki fasz apuka" she mumbled as she catches her breath, ''Black-Férfi...ooooh" between breaths.

William turned to Victoria, who is watching from the couch, and asked her what Aneta said-

''She-wants to suck your cock—she love black men" Victoria replied with a smile.

William turns back to Aneta and looks down on her, ''Yes?" and Aneta nods 'yes' with her cheek against the marble floor.

He grabs her by the hair and lifts her head, making Aneta arch her back on all fours. William releases her hair and gets directly behind her on his knees. He moves her thong to the side with his left hand and begins fingering her pussy from the back, taking his fingers out and sucking on them.

"So sweet" says William as he licks his fingers.

He grabs Aneta's hair again and stands her up.

Cecile watches as the lanky and model-esque Aneta wipes the drool from her cheek and stands with a wound up look on her face.

William pulls Aneta into him face to face and puts his fingers in her mouth. Aneta looks intensely into his eyes and sucks on his elongated fingers, bobbing her head up and down, tasting her sweet Hungarian pussy.

"Yeah" said William in his barrel toned voice, looking down on her with his hard stare.

He then lets go of Aneta's hair, crouches and cups her ass cheeks, lifts her off of the ground as if this 5'9, 120 lb delight were weightless, and puts her over his left shoulder. With her high heels swaying back and forth, William brings a subservient Aneta to his realm.

Cecile, who at this point feels like an inquisitive little kid, squeezes Melinda and Belinda's ass cheeks as he watches his friend carry a marvelous brunette up the spiraling staircase.

He is ready.

"Noooo" said Victoria as she takes her attention off of William and catches a glimpse of Cecile kissing on Melinda's neck, "You—no touch".

Cecile did not pay Victoria any mind as he goes back and forth burying his face into Melinda and Belinda's braless chests but Victoria made sure he recognized her-

"You!--no touch!" yelled Victoria as she got up from the couch.

Melinda and Belinda, though more than ready for their first black man, slid off the arms of the leather chair and stood next to each other behind it.

"You will listen to me" she said as she walks over to the chair pointing at him, "Do as I say".

Victoria straddles Cecile in the chair, making her miniskirt rise above her waist, and puts pressure on his hard cock. Cecile looks up into her eyes and runs his hands up her supple legs; grabbing onto her ass—

"No touch" she said with a grim expression.

Cecile then began wondering

what do you mean don't touch?

But he did not think out loud. He looked back into her gorgeous squinty blue eyes and simply rested his burly forearms on the arms of the chair.

Maybe she'll give me a lap dance.

Victoria gives Cecile a calculating look and uses her right hand to shift his cock upwards in his slacks. She wanted it to rest on his abdominal so he can feel the force and eagerness of her hips, as she strokes up and down on it. Victoria loosens his belt, allowing his cock to rise up well beyond his bellybutton. She rides up further and further with her hands in her hair.

Cecile, with his debonair appearance and comforting dimples, returns Victoria's amazing glare and thinks...

I'm on top of the world. I am getting some major pussy tonight. I'm gonna fuck this girl's brains out. Look at her shoes, holy shit this bitch is hot!-

She rides up further and further, and looks back and forth into Melinda and Belinda's eyes. Victoria knows what she's doing and just when Cecile thought he could explode all over himself, Victoria strokes her hips all the way down in really hard fashion, effectively crushing Cecile's tender balls -