-- The Deal
Kristanna rang the bell and stood calmly in front of the door. As she waited, she looked around at the garden of the fancy suburban house. It was practically a mansion, surrounded by similarly impressive and high-value properties inside a gated neighborhood. "The house is a bit too much, but I like the privacy", she thought, hearing steps approaching the door before it swiftly swung open.
"Ah, welcome Ms. Morgan. I appreciate you being on time." said the man at the door. He had a British accent and a gentle tone to his voice. He gulped nervously, in a state of awe as his eyes moved up and down Kristanna's body.
The black Amazon knew very well what was going through his head now, but she pretended not to, smiling confidently, "Just call me Kris, no need for such formalities. I am guessing you're Jonathan."
"Correct! It's a pleasure to meet you! Please come inside, my wife will be with us shortly."
As Jonathan stepped aside, Kristanna walked in with a sensual gait. Jonathan felt his heart race as he stared at the goddess entering his house. The black woman wore a white crop top that rested casually on her perky breasts. It was almost transparent, clearly outlining her pierced nipples. The top left her midriff exposed, displaying her perfectly shredded abdomen under her chocolate skin. Her hips opened wide, forming a perfect hourglass figure enveloped in tight denim jeans. Even through the fabric her thigh muscles visibly flexed with each step. Her legs were two thick pillars of pure muscle.
Those powerful quads and hamstrings supported impressive glutes that protruded like two massive, round cushions behind Kristanna. No porn star or rapper with a BBL could even compare to the size of those cheeks. Kristanna's ass was in a league of its own. It was unrealistically huge, shaking and wobbling violently with her every step, putting those jeans to work trying to contain that colossal marvel. The leather belt she wore could barely wrap around her waist, those pants had to be custom-made to fit so much inside them.
Jonathan had never seen anyone who looked like that, he didn't even think it was possible to have such a body. Kristanna had to be at least six feet tall, muscular and fit, and yet with curves that would put any porn star to shame. They most certainly knocked the words out of Jonatha's mouth, "You are... I have to say, the descriptions didn't do you justice."
Kristanna smiled softly, acknowledging the compliment but moving on swiftly. She looked around at the beautiful and spacious home, perfectly clean and decorated with expensive items. She could tell they probably had hired a maid or two to keep a house this big organized and clean. "Yeah, I get that a lot." She casually replied, taking in her surroundings.
"Please, take a seat", Jonathan said as he gestured towards the lounging area. Two sofas were facing each other with a small table between them. Coffee and cookies were perfectly laid out on a tray for visitors. As Kristanna sat, Jonathan joined her on the opposite sofa so they could talk.
"Great place you have here", Kristanna remarked politely.
"Indeed! I got it last year from a client. He needed to downsize so he sold this to me cheap!"
"I like how it's so big and far from the neighbors. It avoids problems with them calling the police."
Jonathan seemed puzzled for a moment, "Umm... why would the neighbors call the police?"
"Oh, because of all the noise. The screams and all", Kristanna said casually, leaning back and spreading her knees wide in a relaxed stance.
Jonathan's eyes opened wide as he saw the massive bulge by Kristanna's crotch in full display. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. He had been so distracted by Kristanna's thighs and ass he had missed the giant protruding bulge at the front of her pants. Not that he didn't know, on the contrary, this bulge was basically the reason why Kristanna was invited to his home. But it was still impressive to see in person. It was almost as if she had two footballs stuck inside her jeans. And then, descending parallel to one of her inner thighs, the obvious outline of her cock stretched the jeans. That beast was thicker than a soda can, and it had to be at least twelve inches long despite still being soft and crammed under the jeans.
Kristanna noticed Jonathan's gaze, but she didn't seem to be phased by it. In fact, it amused her. She allowed him to stare for as long as he wanted, several awkward seconds passed before the words were unstuck from his throat. He struggled to regain his train of thought, "I ahh... I just wanted to make sure our arrangement is clear to you, as we talked online."
"It's pretty simple to me. I fuck your wife and get her pregnant, then you pay me. Anything I am missing?" Kristanna casually answered, direct as always.
"Well, crudely speaking, that's the deal. Me and Svetlana have been trying for a couple of years now, we did everything. Doctors say it's me, my sperm is just... not viable. Then I heard about you from a friend..."
Kristanna interrupted, she wasn't here for history lessons, "Right. It's ok. You don't have to worry, Jonathan dear. One load and she will have a few babies in her. But I'll throw in a couple of bonus ones just to be sure, ok? So, is she here? I'd like to see her."