ONE
"AAAAaaaahhhh!!! Jesus!!!!" Candace moaned softly before biting her lower lip. She was bent over her large executive desk as Marcus pounded his long, thick shaft deep into her wet pussy. His hands were under her skirt, wrapped around her slim waist, her tiny panties stretched tightly between her ankles. Candace felt her breasts swinging beneath her and her stiff nipples were rubbing across the top of the desk.
In her mid-forties, Candace Mitchell was the V.P. of Human Resources at a large and very prosperous electronics firm. A married mother of three, she had kept herself in great shape with long, slender legs and a tight ass. She was known to have a weakness for lip gloss, and was oftentimes seen reapplying generous amounts to her pouty lips throughout the work day.
A few months earlier she had accepted an invitaion for lunch from one of the young salesman at her company. Marcus was a light-skinned black man with a closely trimmed beard who, just a few years earlier, had been a wide receiver in college. Over six feet tall with the V-shaped muscular build of an athlete, Marcus had a weakness for married women. Candace knew exactly what he was after when he had called, given the fact she had caught him in a compromising position with a friend of hers at a company function, and had quickly agreed to meet him for "lunch".
After a very quick meal, they had taken a drive in his car before finding a remote spot to park. For dessert, she gave the young man a deliciously sloppy blow job, eagerly swallowing every drop of his copious load.
Since that time, Candace had become a regular visitor to his condo, shrugging off the the knowing stares and glares she received from his neighbors. A middle-aged white woman in the company of a much younger black man was not a difficult puzzle for any of them to solve. Given her position at work, it was not uncommon for her to work long hours, so her husband showed no signs of suspicion when she would come home late, looking exhausted.
"AAAAaaaahh . . . Baby!!!" she panted, "You fuck good!!!! You fuck so . . . so . . . good!!" She turned to look back over her shoulder at the young man pleasuring her pussy. His handsome face was drawn up tight as he thrust his hips against her luscious ass, his long, thick member held tightly by her warm wetness.
Marcus opened his eyes to find Candace lewdly smiling, her liquid green eyes alight with passion as she used one hand to comb her long, brown hair back from her beautiful face. On her desk, pictures of her family bore silent witness to the wanton display of adulterous lust before them.
"You like my cock in your pussy, Mrs. Mitchell?" Marcus asked between thrusts. Candace smiled and arched her head backwards, the first pulse of her orgasm beginning to build between her legs. Marcus loved to call her by her married name when they fucked and by now, she knew exactly what turned him so she eagerly started in.
"MMMMmmmmmm . . . OH . . . Yes Baby!!!! God Yes!!!!! . . . You feel so good!!! I love feeling your big . . . black . . . cock in my pussy!!! Keep fucking me, Baby!!! . . . Don't Stop!!!!!"
Marcus picked up the pace of his fucking, Candace's hands reached to gain new purchase on the top of her desk as she drove her ass back to meet her young lover's thrusts.
"OOOhhhhhh!!! . . . GGggaawwdd!! . . . OH MY GOD!!! . . . OH . . . OH . . . OHHH!!" Candace moaned as her orgasm came crashing down on her. She felt her pussy muscles contract on Marcus' thick cock as her heart began to pound in her chest.
"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh . . . Ffffuuckkkk MEE!!" Marcus spat before his cock jerked violently filling her married pussy with his hot, sticky seed, her tiny ass rippling as his muscular hips drove into her.
Candace collapsed on her desk, breathing heavily as she felt the last few jets of his cum flood into her. Sex with Marcus felt like an athletic event, always leaving her flushed, exhausted and content.
TWO
Candace pulled her tiny thong panties up her long, slender legs, hiking her skirt above the gentle swell of her hips as she watched Marcus stuff his thick, now flaccid, member back into his pants. She reached for her purse and removed a tube of lip gloss and began to apply a thick, fresh layer to her pouty lips with the thin applicator.
Marcus watched her and laughed "You know, you might want to wait until I leave or else I'll be wearing more of that home than you will!"
Candace smiled beautifully and began to run a brush through her long hair.
"You're probably right. It's a bad habit. I feel naked when I'm not wearing any."
She lowered her eyes in mock sadness "You don't mind getting a little on you . . . Do you, Baby?" she asked in a girlish voice.
In answer Marcus took her roughly into his arms causing a husky laugh to escape Candace as she threw her arms up over his broad shoulders. She lifted her face towards his as he leaned down to kiss her hard on her wetly shining lips, her mouth open expectantly, her tongue searching for his.
They kissed deeply for several moments before Marcus pulled away. "I'd better get going or you'll never get home!"
She followed him to her office door where he turned and asked "Can you get away on Saturday?" as Candace stepped into his arms, raising her hands to rest lightly on his slim hips.
"I should be able to. My husband is taking the boys to visit their sister at school. Should I come over to your place?" she asked, her sultry green eyes smoldering, already eager for her next rendezvous with her young lover.
"No . . . There's a place in the city that I think you'll really like. I'll get you the directions. But there are just a few rules . . " he added mischievously.
Candace wrinkled her brow "Rules . . . like what?"
"Well . . .!" Marcus smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear, Candace's eyes widened as she listened, a sexy smile crawling across her face.
"MMmmmm . . . Okay . . .!" she responded hesitantly, smiling up into Marcus' face. "Those seem pretty easy to follow . . . a little kinky, sure, but what the hell!" she raised up on her toes to give him a quick kiss, her tongue briefly darting into his mouth. "What time should I meet you there?"
THREE
Candace slid into the darkened booth and looked around the large interior of the club. The long bar was nearly full as were many of the tables and booths. She could hear the driving beat of a dance track coming from the back of the club as couples made their way along the corridor that led to it.
She ordered a martini with extra olives from the young man that was working the floor and he stood over her and watched as she took her first generous sip.
"Is it okay?" he asked.
Candace's eyes quickly took in his lean good looks, his shoulder length black hair and the fat bulge in front of his pants.
"It's very good . . . Thank you so much." she answered, a little nervous that he seemed to be sticking around.
"Are you expecting someone?" he asked pleasantly.
"Ummm . . . Yes, actually . . . My husband should be here soon." she responded, thinking this might cause him to leave, but instead he laughed.
"Oh . . . I doubt that you'd be meeting your husband here!" he emphasized the last word "But I get your point. If you need anything else, I'll be back around."
After the young man left, Candace sipped her drink and looked around the club. She noticed that all the woman appeared to be her age, some even older, while the men didn't look to be out of their twenties.
She had finished her drink and was about to order another when she saw Marcus and another young man enter the bar. His friend was a little shorter than Marcus, but bigger through the shoulders and chest. He had a square jaw, and his blonde hair was cut close to his scalp.
She saw Marcus surveying the room and she raised her hand to get his attention. Marcus saw her and tapped his friend on the arm, pointing to where Candace sat. His friend nodded and looked for a seat at the bar while Marcus made his way towards her.
"Hey, girl . . . How long have you been her?" he smiled. "Stand up so I can get a look at you!" Marcus reached for her.
Candace gave him her hand and stood up, still very self-concious about meeting her lover in public. Marcus compounded her anxiety by twirling her once around, his eyes drinking in her terrifically sexy form. She was wearing a dark, blue halter dress that showed off a generous amount of her cleavage, the hem of her skirt just barely below her shapely ass. Her long, brown hair was down over her shoulers and her lips, as expected, shone wetly in a soft, pink shade. She had on a pair of stiletto platforms with 5 inch heels which Marcus commented on.
"Very sexy . . . I'm sure he'll like those." Marcus told her approvingly. Marcus had told her that she had to wear a pair of sexy shoes when he was expaining the "rules", but now she was confused as to who "he" was.
Candace slid back into the booth with Marcus close behind. Catching her somewhat off-guard, he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue thrust quickly between her lips. She felt his hand move lightly up her thigh and as she spread her legs, she nervously opened her eyes to see if anyone was watching them.
