She slowly unwrapped her long luscious legs from around my waist, and I slumped to the side of her, landing on my side. She ran her hand down the side of my face lovingly as she gave me a smile of satisfaction. “Wow, Mac! What the fuck was that bitch thinkin’?”
“You mean you didn’t see the dollar signs in her eyes as she walked down the aisle?” I smirked. “Kat, I’m not as rich as the Penningtons, or Reginald Penis-tiny in particular, but trust me when I say that I will NEVER leave you hanging in bed.”
“Penis-tiny.” She laughed long and loud. “You mean Mr. Brownshorts?”
“Yeah, they should probably legally change their last name now.” I agreed while chuckling.
As we came down from the latest round of laughter, I pulled Kat to me and kissed her again. My cock hardened again and Kat noticed.
“Damn, baby! You’re hard again already?!” She exclaimed, stroking my cock gently.
“You do it for me.” I shrugged.
“Must be jungle fever.” She diagnosed.
“Well, maybe. But if it is, I’m pretty sure it’s a permanent case.” I agreed as I recaptured her lips and moved back between her spread thighs.
This time we made love long and slow, neither of us hurrying to the finish as we had the first time. That had been born of lust and need. This time was born of love and gentleness. Kat had never been made love to, before. She would tell me later that all the guys she’d been with had just wanted to fuck, and hadn’t really cared about her needs. I aimed to change that, and change it I did.
We spent the entire rest of the day and night in bed together, and we both came a lot. We showered together, then fell into bed for a 69. After that, she laid claim to me by grabbing ahold of my cock and saying “This is mine!” She then mounted me and inserted my cock into her hot wet tight cunt and said “And this is yours! Any questions?”
Needless to say, I didn’t have any questions.
Now, some may ask why I set up the caterer the way I did. The problem was that Sal, the owner, had made a pass at Kat when she’d first gone over there to negotiate with him, back when he’d first shown interest in doing business with us. After slapping Sal upside the head when he got too fresh, she came back and said that we shouldn’t do business with him.
What changed was when they were announced as the caterers for the Pennington wedding, and I saw the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
The fallout from the “Brown Wedding”, as the press put it, was instantaneous! The News channels and Newspapers ran it the next day, and there were great shots and video of the bride, groom, and guests running for the toilets off the dining hall. I had all the guys and girls from the shop over at Kat’s house with us to watch the festivities. None of the scenes there showed us, but everyone knew we’d been there. We all laughed so hard we cried as the Snobbish Elite ran for the toilets as if their asses were exploding. Needless to say, a LOT of Upper Crusty Snobs were thoroughly embarrassed by the shots of them struggling to keep the brown stuff from stinking up the place too badly.