1. The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 01


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    liquor. She got tougher and more focused as she drank. I nodded and crossed over to the bar on the opposite wall. Trembling, I poured exactly two measures of her favorite single malt. I pulled a cigar from the humidor on the cart, unwrapped it, cut the tip, put in my mouth. I held a flame to the end and, when it was well lit, I went back to her. I put the Scotch in her open hand. I bent over and she took the cigar from my mouth and took a puff. &#034You're getting good at that.&#034 &#034Thank you.&#034 She took a deep pull from the Scotch and looked up at me. &#034I'll give you a choice,&#034 she said, moistening the tip of the cigar in her mouth and exhaling a cloud of smoke. &#034You can go to bed now, or you can ask me about tonight. But you may not like the answer.&#034 She already knew what I'd choose. She was just being cruel. &#034Tell me about tonight.&#034 She glared at me. &#034I'm sor...I mean...Please tell me about tonight. Please.&#034 I said it carefully. She wanted me to beg. But she hated it when I whined or wheedled. She nodded slightly. She waved her hand to signal that I that I could sit. I kneeled at her feet. She reached over and stroked my head and my face. I could feel myself flushing. It was the first time she'd touched me in days. When it was clear I had her permission, I nuzzled her hand and kissed the palm. &#034Thank you,&#034 I whispered. *** Had it really only been six months since everything changed between us? The days before I gave myself to ...
    her seemed so far away, so impossible. But the night it happened was unforgettable. It was the first day of summer and I'd been home all day. I'd been out of work for a month, ever since my landscaping business went bankrupt. I was sitting on the sofa, surfing the web, feeling sweaty and sorry for myself, when I heard the front door open. Clara came into the living room. She was wearing my favorite pair of heels, a purple skirt that came to a stop a few inches above the knee, and a while silk charmeuse blouse. The blouse was way too hot for the weather, and she'd undone several buttons, affording a tantalizing view of a pink lace-trimmed bra. Sweat was trickling down her neck and between her breasts. &#034I tried calling you earlier,&#034 she said. &#034I think your phone's dead.&#034 &#034Yeah, no one calls me much any more.&#034 &#034I wished you'd picked up. You could have joined me at the celebration.&#034 &#034Celebration?&#034 &#034I've been promoted to division VP.&#034 &#034Holy shit! That's amazing,&#034 I said. She'd been working hard for months, but this was unexpected. I didn't get up. It was just too damn hot. &#034Too bad you missed my big moment because you were too busy to charge your phone,&#034 she sneered. She'd been edgy for days, but this was nasty even for her. Then, Carla looked thoughtful for a moment. Her expression changed from obvious irritation to something more enigmatic. &#034Never mind,&#034 she said. I breathed a little easier. &#034I want you ...
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