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Date Posted: 04:07:23 07/01/03 Tue
I was in an awkward position to begin with. Two years
out of professional football, thirty-five years old
and here I was running the New Media division of
Vision West Interactive.
Yeah, I heard all the rumors and innuendo of how I
must have got the position: "The guy was handed the
job because of his name," or "Just another dumb, black
athlete with money, fame and a nice suit, fuck Quincy
Brock."
But I did my best to ignore them all. I had something
to prove. I didn't go to college only to play ball, I
took my marketing degree seriously and I was just as
proud of my MBA from Notre Dame as I was this Super
Bowl ring on my hand.
Lately, the pressure had gotten more intense. In order
to fight the expected merger with Global Infinity, I
had been given one year to double my division's
critical partnerships and sales revenue. That was
seven months ago, and time was quickly running out.
Tomorrow, our company's third quarter meeting was
going to be held at the corporate offices in Los
Angeles. While my exterior was calm and self-assured,
inside my heart pounded and my confidence wavered. I
think I was more disturbed by the foreign thought of
my own failure than the threat of the damn merger.
Tonight I decided to stay late to polish my
presentation and double check, even triple check the
figures I would be attempting to justify in tomorrow's
meeting.
In spite of current circumstances, I enjoyed working
late evenings at the office. Everyone was gone, I
could loosen my tie, turn on a little jazz and
concentrate. No phones, no assistant running in and
out, no interruptions, just a quiet night in the...
"Knock, knock." The soft, polite rap on my door took
me by surprise. I thought I was the only one left in
the offices. "Quincy?" I heard through the door.
Getting up to answer revealed Rosa Santoro, Arthur
Santoro's wife. Arthur was the president and CEO of
Vision West and fortunately has been one of my main
allies through all the merger speculation and my
projected demise.
"Buona sera Quincy, surprised to see you still here. I
just dropped by to pick up some files for Art and
noticed the light underneath your door," she said
innocently enough.
"Well, hello Mrs. Santoro, yeah I thought I better go
over these numbers for tomorrow. You can never be over
prepared you know," trying to feign confidence.
"But you can be over stressed, so relax and please,
don't ever call me Mrs. Santoro, it's Rosa."
Assertively walking pass me, Rosa casually looked
around stopping to finger a plaque on the wall before
moving to the sliding glass door of my terrace.
I must admit, the view from the terrace was
impressive. Rows of brightly lit high rises
illuminating the dark sky, while tiny moving beads of
light slowly traveled back and forth among the
downtown traffic thirty-nine floors below.
"Beautiful view you have here. Hey, Is that Miles
Davis I hear?"
"No, it's Coltrane, A Love Supreme."
"Ah, I should've gotten that one," amused as she taps
her head.
To say Rosa was attractive would be a gross
understatement. Stunning would be more accurate. Tall, voluptuous, with long, dark wavy hair and olive skin, her eyes were a penetrating ice blue. She was full blooded Italian with a lingering accent and exotic features.
At forty, Rosa was twenty-one years younger than
Arthur. She was fire hot and knew it. She seemed to
relish every second of the sensuality and power she
possessed. In fact, the rumors surrounding Rosa were
so fierce they made mine seem like junior high gossip.
"Quincy, why don't you join me on the terrace?"
"Mrs. San...Rosa, I really need to get back to these
reports."
"Nonsense, a few minutes of fresh air won't hurt you.
Besides from what I understand you're doing a
wonderful job anyway."
"Really?" My interest piqued.
"Yes, and I like that. The Santoro's reward handsomely
for that kind of effort, so c'mon outside and enjoy
the air with me, come on darling." She said with her
back turned away from me.
I sat unmoved for a moment. For the past year my
attraction to Rosa had been kept in the privacy of my
own thoughts. And that's where they belonged,
especially since those thoughts involved the two of us
in such kinky scenarios.
I had to be just as careful of my image as I was with
my work. I would not give them any reason to say I
shouldn't be running this division. I would not slip
up. And being alone in my office with Rosa Santoro at
ten o'clock at night was not my idea of being
cautious.
"Are you coming, Quincy?"
I walked over the glass door remembering I needed to
unlock the security handle at the bottom. With
everything going on the last few months I can't even
remember the last time, I stepped out to enjoy the
view myself.
Bending down to wrestle with the stubborn lock, Rosa
asked from above me, "Do you need some help?" When I
finally got the lock undone, I answered, "No, I have
it. It was just a little tight." As I began to rise
up, my face met the front of Rosa's crotch! I was so
close I could smell the mild, pleasant aroma of her
pussy.
At some point, Rosa had managed to unwrap her colorful
sarong. Boldly standing there with peach colored
thongs and trendy wooden sandals, I remained kneeled
frozen in shock.
I couldn't take my eyes away. Her peach covered mound
looked delicious against her shapely tanned legs and
wide curvy hips. Her belly was flat, yet still soft
and feminine.
"Uh, Mrs. Santoro..."
"Rosa!" she scolded.
"Rosa, this is uh…not a good idea."
"You don't like what you see?" She asked defiantly.
"No, I love what I see. I mean I really, really do,
it's just that this is not a very smart thing to do. I
consider Art a friend and well, you're his wife
and..."
"Go ahead, touch." Ignoring my concerns. "Put your
hands here."
Who was I fooling? I couldn't hold back any longer. No
one was around. Who would know? Certainly she would
not tell her husband, would she?
My mouth was dry with anticipation as I reached out to
caress her thighs, gently massaging them from above
her knees to the warm inner fleshier area below her
pussy. I squeezed high along the back scooping her
soft ass in my hands. Her gentle moans encouraging
more.
"Pet my poosy," she whispered as her fingers traced
her lips. I could feel its warm moistness from my
touch. Her lips began to swell where a small patch of
wetness seeped through her thongs. "Hmmm...thats it,
make it feel good, Quincy," petting her pussy
seductively.
With her other hand massaging my bald head, she
roughly brought it back so our eyes would meet. "You
wanna lick my poosy, don't you?
I nodded my head yes. My heart was racing.
"Hmmm, I don't know if I should." Fingering and
teasing herself...and me.
"I don't know, maybe I want to feel your cock inside
me. Are you man enough to fuck me like I need to be
fucked?"
"Try me." I said confidently, Enough of this polite
corporate shit, if she wants a challenge, fuck it,
we've got this far, might as well enjoy the moment.
She turned away from me and went outside onto the
terrace, her finger motioning for me to follow. From
behind her I enveloped her lush body in my arms. I
held her as if she were mine breathing in her
wonderful scent. Rosa let her head fall back to one
side against my shoulder, I raised her mane of dark
hair taking deep kisses in the center back of her
neck, lifting and kneading her breasts in my hands,
she purred in pleasure.
It was breezy, almost too chilly to be outside, yet
here we were on the 39th floor terrace in passionate
heat surrounded by the cool Miami evening air.
Unclasping the hook from the front of her matching
peach bra, her full breasts jiggled and oozed loose,
her dark nipples growing hard from the air with the
help of my wet fingertips gently twisting them.
Pushing her ass back against my hard on, she
apparently could feel its thickness through my slacks.
Reaching behind her she grabbed hold of my cock
purring, "Oooh...very nice," grasping my dick several
ways I could tell she was getting a good idea for my
length and size.
"So Rosa," I whispered directly in her ear. "How did
you know?"
"Sshh" Backing up from the balcony railing, Rosa
parted her legs, lifted the flap of her skirt and
arched her back so her ass was high and ready. Pulling
her thong's narrow strap to the side she moaned, "Take
me Quincy. Let me feel your cock inside me. Make me
feel good."
My pants and boxer briefs had already hit the floor as
I was stroking my dick in preparation. Squeezing its
base as the head fattened, I licked the palm of my
hand stroking its length, watching my dark chocolate
dick swell and grow more erect at each passing moment.
With both of us pawing at her wet pussy she was
getting more anxious as she looked behind her,
"C'mon…I wannit now!"
Still waiting a beat, I slapped my cock against her
plump, round ass. Jiggling her cheeks, I slid my head
inside her, just enough to part her lips.
Giving Rosa one inch, then two, three and back out
again, I mini fucked her with small slow strokes while
she hung on to that balcony railing, her pleas getting
louder, "Dammit, Quincy, fuck my poosy! Fuck me now!"
Again, slowly sliding myself inside her, inch by inch,
I watched my dark brown cock disappear completely
between her plump white cheeks and into her pussy.
Sliding it back out to the head I wanted her to feel
every inch of me, every ridge of my thick manhood,
slowly penetrating her. Her insides growing more wet
at each stroke. Her moans and breathing becoming more
reckless.
Holding on to her soft hips, I gave it to her long and
strong, my black cock wet and shining from her juices.
The contrast of our skin color was a major turn on and
caused me to become even more aroused as I pumped
harder inside her.
The continuous slapping of my muscular thighs against
her ass could be heard behind the distant traffic
noise from below. "Is this what you wanted, Rosa?"
Giving it to her more aggressive. "Is this what you
wanted?!"
"Yeeess!" she whined.
I spread her ass so I could see her tight little
asshole. Sticking two fingers in my mouth I began to
play with her anal opening taking my wet fingers and
rimming her. Continuing to fuck her from behind, I
changed the pace, varied the power of my thrusts from aggressively hard to ultra slow; So slow her pussy felt like honey.
Rosa massaged and vibrated her clit, her upper body
hanging over the railing, screaming and loudly moaning
into the night air. Her noises only made me hungrier
for her.
Giving her fewer but much harder thrusts, my balls
slapped against her wet pussy. I could feel it tighten
and pulsate around my dick. Her growing moans told me
she was ready to cum. At the same time, a building,
rolling sensation flowed down the center of my body, I
closed my eyes...
"Quincy!" she cried…
My body was moving uncontrollably as if it were
possessed; Our rhythms rocking and swaying as one, our movements slowing together, pausing, until I gritted my teeth, our centers vibrated...
I erupted hot cum inside Rosa, her drenched pussy
throbbed around my cock, cum overflowing and dripping
to the floor.
...Our breathing simmered. As I leaned against the
balcony railing, Rosa laid her head against my chest,
her soft hands soothing my bare back. Adrenaline still
pumped. The hunger still in our eyes.
The moment was beautiful. Coltrane still playing
softly in the background. Rosa reached up seductively
traced my face and lips. We kissed passionately, then
again, and over and over again. Our tongues danced
like two in love rather than a first time affair. Our
passion was electric and without boundaries.
"Rosa, this shouldn't have happ…"
"Shhh. Never mind. Tomorrow you will do well. I know
this." She assured me as she buttoned her dress. "Not
only are you a smart and a handsome man, you are a
wonderful lover Quincy. You have a bright future. I
must go now. Ciao."
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