“So I take it you’re not mad?” Our bodies are still gently rocking together and I feel my cock recovering.
“Mad? No, Chris I’m flattered. The guys I date think that pizza and a movie should get them laid and they’d rather skip the movie. You did all of this, invented these clients and put on this elaborate charade, not to mention given me the best sex I’ve ever had, how could I be mad?”
“You’ll still get the money.” I tell her, “That wasn’t part of the ruse. I planned all along to give you the check no matter how this turned out.”
“No, keep your money, Chris. I’d feel like a whore taking your money after all this. Besides there are other ways you can pay me. What time does Mrs. C get home?” she asks, smiling coyly.
“Saturday, “I say, with a big grin on my face. My cock is hard again inside her tight, young pussy as we continue rocking together.
“Oooo Mr C, you are going to be so tired by Saturday.” She says, rolling us over and sitting up on top of me. As she starts bouncing up and down and riding my cock, I bask in the vision of my black woman fantasy coming true.
The End
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