To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and kenjisato. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said this is the third of an unknown number of chapters in an interracial, group sex, and female-to-female incest story. Not every story will include every theme, with the exception of interracial sex. If you aren't comfortable with some of those themes this series may not be for you.
Chapter 3
Two soft knocks on the door frame jerked James from his focused attention on the proposal he had been going over for the last forty-five minutes. His secretary, a middle-aged black woman, was standing in the doorway with a veneer of calm over a timidness that spoke to the way their work relationship had been rocked earlier in the week when her gossipy nature had led to a serious dressing down.
"I am heading out for the night, Mr. Temple. Is there anything you need before I go?"
Arching his back sent a ripple of pops down his spine and a sigh of relief as tension released. "No, Sharla, I am good. Enjoy the weekend and see you on Monday. Fresh week, fresh start, okay?"
She smiled and seemed to straighten up a little as he offered the olive branch. "Yes, Mr. Temple, you too."
"James. Fresh start, right?" The smile he offered her was wide and genuine and seemed to drain the tension from her shoulders.
Sharla disappeared from his doorway, and it was only another minute or two before he heard the bell on the door to the small office suite jingle when it opened. "I am locking the door behind me. Don't work to late... James." The bells jingled again as the door closed and he sat back breathing deeply in the quiet.
It had been an eventful first week since taking over the urban development group. The last few days had been blissfully only filled with funding and proposal reviews, which was a fine break from the drama with Gisella Berry and Sharla on day one, and the wild threesome with her granddaughters, Daisha and Dee-Dee, the following day.
That thought about the twins, who three days prior had been straddling each other on his desk frantically face-fucking each other, brought his hand down to the front of his black slacks. A large, thick, shaft twitched and strained the fabric as he fondly recalled the way Daisha's lips had pressed against his balls while he plunged into her twin sister.
A flick of blue eyes at his open door was all the assurance he needed that he was alone. One hand pulled down the zipper and started to dig out his quickly hardening cock. The other unlocked his phone and started to flip through his slowly growing library of lewd and nude images and video of the women who lived across the street from him. Thumbing past the boudoir photos Gisella's daughter, Maya, had sent, he watched the twins grind on a double-ended dildo and slowly stroked. A bead of pre-cum formed at the head and was swiped around the fleshy tip.
Moving to another video, he watched from a high angle as a thick black woman with colorful braids and massive tits, enthusiastically sucked his cock. She shook his hand off her head and you could see her chastising him for a moment. The memory, of Faye asking if he sucked cock and then telling him since he didn't, he shouldn't try to help her, brought a wry smile across his mouth.
A high, soprano voice cut across his thoughts, "Whatever you are looking at must be pretty hot if you are stroking and smiling like that."
He bolted upright in shock, as his eyes darted to Maya standing in the doorway of his office and he tried to stuff his cock back in his pants. Short and curvy with a large bust, which he had enjoyed immensely shortly after moving into his new home the prior weekend, she was leaning on the doorframe with her mischievous grin and a sparkle of trouble in her pecan eyes. Instead of her normal ass-hugging shorts and too-tight T-shirt, she had on a black skirt and yellow button-down blouse that complemented the warm undertones of her hickory skin.
"Don't stop on my account, looks like you were enjoying yourself and well, I certainly was, too. I haven't seen you around much this week. Been hiding from me?"
"No. I... work has been busy." His face pinched when tried, and failed, to jam his ivory pillar between his legs back into his pants.
"Clearly, work has been a handful." She stepped into the office and fixed her eyes on his cock, the pink tip of her tongue sticking out one corner of her mouth.
"Clever." Giving up on concealing himself, James sat back and let her get the look she was after. They had fucked already, so it seemed pointless to be shy, seeing the shock had worn off and her interest was clear.
"Thank you. I try to be more than a pretty face. So, what got you so excited?" Another step brought her close enough to lean over the desk and give him a view of her cleavage.
"A video."
"Show me."
"How about we discuss what brought you to my office and how you got in. Have tricks to get in here same as you do for getting in my house?"
Maya scrunched her face at him and straightened up. "I ran into Sharla as she was leaving. She let me in. I told her momma asked me to drop by and see you."
An eyebrow shot up. "About?"
"Why should I tell you when you won't answer my question?"
"Do you really want me to explain to her that you showed up and wouldn't tell me why?" His smile took on a nasty but playful edge, when the color drained from her face.
"Dirty."
"When I need to be. So, what did Gisella want you to come tell me?"
"Momma wanted me to invite you to dinner tomorrow. Seven o'clock."
"Dinner?"
"Yes, meal at the end of the day. I don't know what you did on Tuesday," she looked down at his cock with a knowing smile, "but momma seems to have taken a small liking to you. Only other man she has invited to dinner is her pastor."
"Your mother and I--"
"Of course not. Momma ain't exactly the type for easy sex... or any sex for that matter. Just a funny thought if you had."
He watched Maya's expression for a moment before deciding to drop the topic. "Sounds fun." He ignored the snort from Maya before continuing, "Do I need to bring anything?"
"No, momma don't drink, so none of us will be either and you don't bring food to a dinner she is cooking. Not if you want to stay in whatever good graces you seem to have built." She saw his confusion. "Mandatory attendance for the girls and me."
"I see. Well, let her know I will be happy to come over. Casual dress, okay?"
"Well, I won't show up in gym shorts with your cock flopping around," she nodded toward his slowly softening dick, "but, yeah, no need to get all fancy."
"Well, I will be there then, looking forward to it. Now... you did seem to have something else in mind earlier."
