The Talk
Brie lifts her forehead from a pair of cupped hands. Her elbows are propped on the dark, glossy, wooden surface. She looks up from the table, her face tracking Dan as he paces past her chair, back across the threshold and into the kitchen. The dining room lights are off. But Brie’s stark cobalt irises are glowing like deep oceans lit by a submerged sun. When her husband finally spins on his heels to pace back into the dining room, he stops cold, frozen in place. Shaking his head slowly, Dan tells Brie, “Do you know how beautiful you are, Brie.”
Brie’s head tilts down and to the right. She opens her mouth in time with her head’s movement. Her lips curve around a sardonic circle, “Uh huh, I know Dan. You’ve told me every day since the day we met. Even though I’ve told you the same number of times that compliments make me blush.” Her now rosy cheeks glow a deeper shade of red. She adds, with an odd inflection, “Thanks?” Her single syllabic gratitude for Dan’s compliment is punctuated by her thin arms lifting, her palms turning upward and her shoulders rising into a shrug. She flashes a helpless grin.
“It’s just the truth, baby. But listen, please. I promise Brie, this was not something I ever thought about before I met you. Or, proposed to you,” Dan assures her with a sincere, frank expression. He stares back at Brie.
Brie stands up from her chair and scoots it back under the dining room table, “Okay Dan, I believe you. So, when did this notion hit you?”
He takes a deep breath, “Okay, so, you know when we had the “porn talk,” right? When I said I had to tell you something–“
Brie interjects just as Dan begins to explain, “Honey, yes, yes, yes. I remember. That was when I was doing the audit at that upstate brokerage firm up on Madison Ave. I was in Chicago for, what, eighteen days? I wasn’t mad that you took care of yourself. You think I was up there, for over two weeks, with no long hot baths?”
His pleasant chuckle breaks the tension of the moment. “I know, I’m just explaining. So… to help you under…,” Dan stammers then abruptly interjects, “You know what, it would be easier to show you instead.” Dan walks further into the kitchen and retrieves his leather attaché case from the chair where it is hooked over the corner of the backrest. As he carries it over to Brie he reaches out and flips on the light for the formal dining room. “Come on, you’ll see,” he invites her to join him as she tugs her chair around to the corner and sits back down.
“Okay,” she agrees as she props her elbows back on the table. Dan slips out his laptop and flips open the lid. After a quick finger touch, the screen brightens. As Brie watches Dan open a bookmarked folder, a second nested folder drops down a string of porn sites. “Dan! On your work computer?”
He offers a puzzled look, “Brie, my boss doesn’t care, remember boss?”
“Oh very funny, Dan. Come on. What are you showing me,” Brie asks impatiently?
Dan clicks one of the links. A website pops open displaying a variety of “not safe for work” thumbnails. At the top of the page the site’s title is written in large red, block letters, “PornXXXVideos.com.” He rotates the laptop a few degrees towards Brie and points with his index finger, “Go ahead, Brie. Have a look. Read some of the titles.”
“Danny, what are trying to show me here, hun,” she asks as he slides the device towards her? They both sit silently for a few moments as Brie scrolls through the website’s homepage. As Dan watches he starts to see Brie’s expression soften slightly and she slowly begins to nod.
“Go ahead, Brie. Check another site,” he encourages her. Brie checks another site, and another, and finally a fourth. The beautiful blonde woman’s slender chest heaves and falls with a great exhalation as a bored sigh escapes her little round mouth.
She nods and acquiesces, “Okay Dan, I see them. Looks like about a fourth are some variant of wife with big, monster, or huge. Another quarter are step-something. Yet another quarter are cuckold, bbc or interracial. The rest seem to be random variants of babysitter, creampie, cumpilation, MILF or facial. What’s your point,” Brie asks as her dainty chin lifts up toward her husband’s face?
“Those are all fresh websites. I don’t ever use them, Brie. Go to the next folder down. Those are websites I frequent regularly.” Dan insists.
Brie looks up at him, “There’s more?”
“Do it for me, Brie. Please,” he implores her again?
His lovely wife sighs with resignation. She’s clearly accepted that her husband has planned this presentation. And Brie knows better than anyone that there’s no sense resisting one of Dan’s presentations. “Okay baby, but you’re going to owe me after this. And you know what I mean,” she sternly informs him.
Dan reaches over to her knee and wraps his hand around it, “Anything you say, Brie. Ask, and it’s yours.”
Brie slides her hand over the top of his hand, “Really? Good. Touch me, then. Now. While I look at your little porn folder.” Brie’s smile curls up into a naughty, lascivious eryaman rus escort smirk. Dan just shrugs and stands up. He walks around to the back of Brie’s chair. His hands slide down over her shoulders and begin to massage them. “Oh, Dan, baby… A little lower,” Brie exclaims with a sharp exhalation. At her command his hands slide down the front of her chest and linger on her tiny breasts. Each in turn squeezes one possessively. Then he slides them all the way down into the jersey shorts she likes to wear around the house.
“Go on then, look at my porn folder, my little, blue-eyed, sex angel,” he teases as his mouth finds the nape of Brie’s neck. She turns her head to the opposite side to allow full access and selects the next folder down. Now a new list appears. This one with all new sites. She groans but clicks one that she recognizes. And there it is, just like “Stuff for Bin” every single thumbnail is a pretty blonde wife, a thick, long shaft and a title with the words “wife,” “monster,” “stretched” or “ruined.” One of them even has that same blonde actress from “Petite Blonde Housewife Ruined by Husband’s New Boss.” But this one isn’t the same title. Instead, it’s called, “Boss Invites Employee’s Wife on European Business Trip.”
Brie’s eyes briefly roll back into her he head, “Dan… Um… I think I’m going to… need you… to let me suck your cock… right now.” Brie clicks the video link. As soon as it’s up she expands it to full screen, maxes the volume and clicks the play button. Her husband’s hands linger for a few more moments, teasing her now soaked lips. Then he slips them up out of her shorts, steps around beside her and slides his trousers down with his thumbs. They catch his boxers, too. So, all that’s left is a rock hard cock bobbing in Brie’s face. She uses her hands on his outer thighs to guide him a little further around her. When she’s certain she can glance at the screen while also still servicing his cock, she slathers the entire underside of it with a long, wet lick from her tongue.
“This wasn’t exactly my plan, but…” his thought expires as she slips his head past her lips. “Brie… baby… that tiny mouth is so fucking pretty on my… fuck… hard cock,” he encourages his wife as she works more of him into her mouth with each bob of her head. Brie likes to maintain eye contact when she sucks her husband’s cock. But when she looks up, his eyes are on the screen. Hers join them there to catch the opening scene.
The blonde wife is reaching up into the overhead compartment of an airliner. Roger steps up behind her, “Nancy, do me a favor would you?” His tone is tainted with a naked thirst as he brazenly smacks his hand onto her bottom. Her above-the-knee, tweed, business skirt muffles the sound of it, but his hand remains in place, squeezing and kneading as Nancy stretches herself to reach her overhead bag.
“Yes Sir, Mr. Dalton,” she inquires submissively.
His hand is large enough to nearly engulf both of her ass cheeks and he takes full advantage of it. Lewdly exploring and fondling her right there in the crowded jet compartment he says, “Get mine while you’re up there, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course, Mr. Dalton. I’ll get it for you, Sir,” she sweetly agrees. His bag is further back, nearly behind her. She’s forced to back into him, smashing her bottom into his groin as she twists and bends at the waist.
Now, Nancy’s husband Dan stands up from his seat by the window. Dan’s boss, Roger, nods to him, “Not too bad of a flight, right Dan? Oh, Nancy, I guess you can get your husband’s bag too.” Dan nods to his wife. She nods back and then obeys Roger’s orders like an obedient wife. When she hands Roger his bag with her right hand, her left palm flattens on the front of his trousers, slides up and down three times very slowly. She closes the fingers around Roger’s bulging rod, twists her head backwards to look at him and then releases him and begins to make her way up the aisle. Roger lays his hand on Dan’s shoulder, “I’m so glad you married her, Dan. This company wouldn’t be the same without your lovely wife, Nancy.”
Brie looks up at her Dan and notices he is now staring at her. She has no idea how long he’s been watching her watch this porn clip. His cock is still plunging in and out of her tiny mouth. Reaching up she snags his shaft with her right hand as she slips him out, “Oh no Dan… You don’t have a boss to fuck your pretty blonde wife. Who’s going to do it for you, Danny Boy?” Brie sticks her wet, pink tongue out way past her lip. The tip of it slopes sharply to a fine point. As her slender fingers slide along his well oiled cock, she deftly tickles his frenulum with that sharp little tip.
“My clients are my boss, Brie. What about Jarden from the Phoenix library? What was he, six three? Six four,” Dan asks as his brown eyes bore into Brie’s blue gems.
Her hand’s motion doubles its pace. She then deploys her left hand, wrapping the other half of her husband’s hard cock in those fingers. The two work in concert, synchronized but opposite, ankara etimesgut escort bayan creating a sliding, twisting sleeve of soft, tender stimulation. She takes a short break from tickling the underside of Dan’s head to ask, “Oh yeah? Is that right, baby? Six foot four? You think he might have some… Uh… big secret project? A well deserving edifice needful for the attention of your pretty little wife’s eager mouth, hmm? Look at my little round mouth hole, Daniel. My little teeny tongue. I bet he’d want to slap his big fat head on it while I stare at him like this, like his little submissive slut.”
“Brie, Fuck, when you talk like that…” Dan moans. Without warning, Brie removes her hands from his cock and smiles wickedly.
She slides both of them down the front of her own shorts, “Talk like what Dan. Like I’d let your client fuck my mouth? Like I’d enjoy feeling him use me like his own whore? He can have my tight pussy too, Dan. No condom? Yeah? Are you sure that’s what you really want?”
Dan sucks in his breath as his wife is saying these words, “Wait, you mean really, baby? You’ll do it? You’re not just dirty talking?”
“Answer the question, Dan,” she insists.
He nods slowly and purposefully, “Yes Brie, I’ve thought about it for a long time. Like we discussed. We’ll try it one time. And if we both feel okay about it afterwards, then we’ll see.”
“Okay, I’ll do it. If it’s what my baby wants, it’s what my baby gets. But you have to give me what I want in return,” she explains plainly.
Dan narrows his eyes slightly, but smiles as he asks, “What do you want in return, baby?”
“Uh uh, that’s my secret Dan. You’ll just have to wait. But no deal until you cum on my face, right now. And I’ll do it just this one time, like you just said,” she promises. Her hands are now writhing in her shorts as her hips begin to hump her little ass across the seat of the wooden chair, polishing the finished surface to a perfect gleam. Dan grabs his own cock in his right hand. He begins furiously stroking it at her.
She sticks that long, pointed tongue of hers out, flicking the tip at him like a serpent. It wraps around her bottom lip until it touches the tip of her chin, “Ah… Ah… Uh huh… Ah, ah, ah… uh huh…” She tilts her head left and right teasingly, a tawdry dance of thirsty desire for a hot splattered load. Sucking her wriggling tongue back in she asks, “You gonna cum for me Danny? Not ready yet? Hm? Maybe I’ll just have to let your big tall client friend turn me over. Yeah? Let him fuck my tiny little asshole too, huh? Dan? Tell him nobody’s ever been in my asshole, hm? Will that make you cum on my pretty little face? Imagine a fat cock thicker than my forearm stretching out my tight little virgin butt hole. Can you see that fat cock turning my ass inside out, Dan?”
“God, fucking, Hell,” Dan barks as his cock explodes with an audible splatter. A monstrous surge of milky cum drenches her tongue, lips, and both nostrils. The first blast alone coats a huge swath of Brie’s mouth, chin and nose. A second deluge strikes her right in her left eye, clinging to her eyelashes as it stretches into long stringers along her cheekbone. A third blast wetly gushes up the right side of her face, flipping her blonde hair back and leaving a long, slender rope of glistening cum across her crown. Five more lesser geysers continue to erupt, generously glazing any remaining skin on her face. Even these smaller jets land noisily, each with a rude, ‘Plop.’ Finally, a few dozen little spurts drip out on her tongue as Brie greedily probes the tiny slit at the end of her husbands cock.
Brie blinks twice as her one eye begins to sting from the flood of Dan’s cum. But she’s determined to make sure he can see both of her cobalt blue eyes. “Dan, no test, no deal. Remember, that’s what you promised.”
“No test, no deal. Agreed. And Brie, on camera. That’s what you promised,” Dan reminds his wife.
She’s bucking her hips hard now. Dan can hear her fingers wetly fucking her pussy under her shorts, “On camera, fuck, yes, yes, okay. I promise. Fuck! That’s what I want. I want to watch it later. With you. Make you eat me. My pussy! Fuck! Dan! Fuck my mouth. Right now!” Though Dan’s shaft had begun to grow slightly flaccid, as soon as she growls this at him, he shoves it right down her throat. A gagging cadence erupts from her gullet as he roughly fucks her mouth and throat. Brie’s tiny frame locks up tightly and she begins to tremble violently. Dan hears a wet gush followed by a splash. He looks down. Brie has squirted through her shorts. The front panel is completely soaked through. Her cum is dripping off the front edge of their dining room chair.
“Fuck Brie,” he exclaims as he feels her hot, wet hands, slick from her own cum and grasping on his backside. She pulls him towards her. With her delicate features still drenched and dripping with his thick batter, Dan throat fucks his wife noisily. He wraps her perky, honey blonde pony tail around his fist. Occasionally, he pulls gölbaşı rus escort bayan the head out just enough for Brie to gasp for air until yanking her skull back down onto his aching, rock-hard shaft. Finally he thrusts deep and spasms, depositing a second, smaller load right at the verge of her larynx. As it slides down and coats her throat, he feels his petite blonde bride quiver and shudder. Her swallowing throat tightens around his cock’s head in a spasmodic throatgasm.
Jarden and Naomi
Naomi is a beautiful woman of twenty-five with smooth, unblemished caramel skin, luxuriously flowing, tightly curled strands of chocolate, hazelnut, mahogany and cedar. Her eyes are dominated by a jet black pupil wrapped in rich mocha and coffee. She is around one hundred and sixty-five centimeters in height and her slender waist gives way to ample hips and an irresistible, superbly thick, succulent ass. Her breasts are equally magnificent, voluptuous, tempting globes that deftly defy gravity as they levitate upon her chest. Her high cheekbones and fine, delicate features are both beguiling and seductive. She is prone to wiggle her tiny nose when she’s entertaining dirty ideas. And she does it often when she’s gazing at her husband, Jarden.
It’s no wonder. Few know his age and none can guess it due to his magnificent genetics. But the man is nearly fifty-three years old. He’s a tall icon in towering sable. There’s an innate strength in his form that is the envy of all who behold him. His muscles ripple beneath his silky dark hide. He keeps his scalp shaved clean and oiled generously so that it gleams in the light like a mirrored black sun. This is accented by his wide nose and flaring nostrils. Bronze irises are decorated with pupils of pure, black ebony. To complete his stormy features, his chin is squared and cleft as though it were chiseled from black onyx. At over one hundred and ninety-three centimeters in height, and eighty-nine kilograms of well hewn muscle, Jarden commands immediate attention. But it’s when he speaks that rooms are known to fall deadly silent. His voice rings rich and deep, like a restless thunder lingering on the wind. He speaks Angolan Portuguese and perfectly articulated English.
Despite Jarden’s commanding appearance, he is an absolute angel of a human being. A self made man of considerable wealth, Jarden earned his first million turning scrap metal into recycled strip steel. He built an entire industry around the idea that nothing should be wasted and everything could be reused and repurposed. The man’s current net worth is estimated to exceed twenty-nine million and climbing. Jarden employs over seven hundred and fifty hard working men and women with generous wages and compensation.
In addition, Jarden is also a greatly loved philanthropist in Phoenix, Arizona. He has personally funded and built two youth recreation centers, one five acre city park, one amphitheater, and the only library of black history in the entire state of Arizona. He has enjoyed audiences with three U.S. Presidents and multiple senators, congressmen, governors and foreign dignitaries. And he chose Dan to design his library, which he considers to be his crowning achievement.
Dan chose Jarden to be the first man to fuck his petite blonde wife, providing he agrees to it, while Dan watches. When Dan called to ask Jarden if he had time to meet with himself and Brie, Jarden bellowed with laughter. He assured Dan that he would cancel an appointment with the Holy See to take one with Dan. The Cross Library of Black History in Phoenix, upon its completion, has been featured in seven magazines and was scheduled to be used as the setting of a scene for a Mindwood Studios film called “Visions of the Solstice” starring the Nigerian megastar Omar Ratcliffe. The work Dan had did on the library has been named the winner of three architectural awards so far.
Brie and Dan rent a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler at the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. When they arrive at Jarden’s Cross Manor Complex the gates swing open the moment they drive up the lane. Brie squirms slightly in her seat. She recalls meeting Jarden the one and only time she was afforded that opportunity. It was after the ground breaking ceremony. Jarden had offered to share his limousine with Dan and Brie on the way to the fundraising gala that followed the ceremony. The only thing Brie had never forgotten about Jarden were his gigantic hands. She was positive that he could wrap the fingers of just one of his hands clear around her waist. Lost in her thoughts about those massive paws, Brie jumps with a start when Dan says her name for the third time, “Brie! We’re here, darling.”
Dan hops out and strides around to the passenger door. Brie is still checking her hair and making sure her make-up is in good shape. She is feeling major butterflies in her stomach about seeing Jarden again. But especially now, she is thrilled and terrified at the prospect of potentially having sex with a man other than Dan, much less an incredible specimen like Jarden. In large part, Brie is secretly hoping he will refuse their request. Perhaps she even hopes that it would dissuade Dan from any future efforts to have another man fuck her for his viewing pleasure. Surely, Brie reasons, Naomi is not about to let her gorgeous husband fuck any pretty, little, petite blonde slut like herself.