Chapter 3: Aged Meat
My name is Brooke, and I'm a 22 year old black woman with a fantastic body who has asked George to tell you about my adventures over the last year.
My step-father asked me to host his business parties and to fulfill certain desires for both his business and personal life. I was going to be the only female at the party and was expected to entertain the men.
My step-dad hired a catering company to put on the party, so I did not have to worry much about that. On Saturday afternoon, my step-father's driver took me to the fashion mall and I purchased a very revealing dress plus appropriate underwear that would serve other purposes later tonight. I took a long hot bath, shaved my legs and pussy and then put on make up (not too much) and got dressed.
My step-father gave a wolf whistle when he saw me, and for the first couple of guys who arrived I thought their eyes were going to pop out looking at my cleavage and 36d tits. There were about 15 black, middle aged business men who were clients of my step-father, who was white but did commercial real estate in the black business community. My mother formerly hosted these parties, and I received many comments from the clients about how we were spitting images of each other.
I would spend about ten minutes with each gentleman, then move on to another man. Sometimes the conversations were fairly formal, like what I was planning to do after community college and what I might study at the four year college. Other times, I heard a brief story about my mother, who ran off with another client about a year ago and no one had heard from either of them since. And throughout, the clients eyes were looking up and down (mostly down, as most of them were almost a foot taller than me) with their eyes popping and the outlines of their cocks in their pants. I had briefly seen some of these parties in the past, but I was not a part of them, being confined to my room, while my mother entertain the clients while my step-father watched.
The caterer served finger food and a constant supply of hard liquor, none of the alcohol did I drink since I don't hold up very well to it and my step-father forbids me from touching it. The clock in the library rang nine times, meaning that the party was about to end after two hours - really, the real party was about to begin. Most of the clients then lined up to say their farewells to my step-father, and many of them also stopped to say goodbye to me.
Within about a half hour, there were only three clients left who were standing by my step-father. I went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When I came out, I found that the four men had moved to the media center, and had turned on a basketball game on the HD screen. I noticed that only three of them were watching the game, as one of the clients saw me approach, and quickly got up. It was Mr. Brown.
"I understand that this is your first time hosting one of these parties, so I will try to go slow and not rush you." He took my hand and escorted me upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms.
He sat down on the chair across from the king-sized bed, and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and take his cock out of his underwear. I did, and looked at the thick black dick with a purple head before I began to suck on the head and lick up and down the length.
I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but I'm still not very good at deep throating cock. The one thing I noticed was that he was very hard.
I used my mouth and my hands to get him going, and it took only about four minutes before I rewarded with a mouthful of cum. Mr. Brown complimented me on my oral skills, and then asked me to undress. I stood up and backed away, and then performed a little strip tease dance that he seemed to enjoy. By the time I pulled my g-string slowly down my legs, his cock was standing at attention.
He then got off the chair and pushed me on my back to the bed. With no foreplay or kissing, he quickly inserted his dick in my bald pussy and started to fuck me hard with quick strokes. Mr. Brown was not making love to me; he was fucking me, and fucking me without a care in the world.
"Stop, stop Richard, stop what you are doing right now! You know the rules!" I heard my step-father shout. Mr. Brown promptly withdrew from my pussy and looked up at my step-father. "No fucking bareback, especially my daughter. You will use a condom or you will not be able to partake in our parties."
Mr. Brown looked at me and then at my step-father, and went over to the dresser where there was a basket sitting. He pulled out a condom wrapper and opened it, and quickly put a red one on. He then moved to the bed and promptly started to fuck me again. I made a mental note to ask my step-father why I needed them to wear rubbers, as I was on the pill.
My step-father then walked out of the bedroom, and Mr. Brown pounded me for about twenty minutes, once in a while stopping and moving our positions a little. I moved my legs upwards and my calves gripped his butt.
This seemed to really excite him, and he started to grunt and his face got contorted. I figured he was coming, and then he pushed in me a couple more strokes and then started to withdraw. He then carefully pulled off the condom, making sure he did not let any leak on the bed or floor. He tied the top, and laid it on the top of the dresser.
