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Samiya texts me, “I’m coming over tonight, 9pm,” no warning, no preamble, like she all the time does when she wants attention. But I like giving her my attention. I clear my schedule and respond with emoji, a lone winky face.

The concierge lets Samiya in without asking me. I’ve never figured out how she pulls that off. I don’t want to know. What I do know is, 9:03pm, there’s a knock on my condo door.

“Zimmerman,” she says, using my last name.

“Samiya,” I greet her, eyeing the sexy woman with olive skin and black hair. She’s compact and fit and gorgeous and moves with a sanguine elegance. Her grace belies a classiness attainable only from being reared in the upper echelons of society. Her makeup is perfect, darkening her cheeks and drawing out her eyes. Her black dress is form-fitting and refined, presenting her curves but not ostentatiously. I’ve never learned where she gets her money, but it is clear she has a great deal of it.

She glides into my condo without invitation, takes the door from me and closes it behind her. “I brought you a treat,” she says, “A little something for you to entertain yourself.”

Samiya means, of course, the younger woman silently following behind her. The younger woman is mousy, petite, her gaze fixed on the floor. She has flat brown hair cut plainly and thin-rimmed glasses. She wears a tan overcoat, wrapped around her from collar to ankle.

“How thoughtful,” I say with a trace of irony. Although my satire fades as I study the younger woman, her unexpected quiet confidence. “You always know exactly what I like.” I take her chin, lift her head up, look in her hazel eyes. She’s sure of herself, holds my eye contact. “Does she need anything? A drink?”

“No,” Samiya shakes her head dismissively, annoyed that I even asked.

I slide my thumb between the girl’s lips. She doesn’t withstand, doesn’t blink. I press in, sliding back along her tongue. “Alright. Go set her up in the bedroom. I’ll join you in a minute.”

“The bedroom?” Samiya scoffs, “How droll.” She places her hand on the young woman’s back, guides her farther into my condo. She does not head towards my bedroom.

I chuckle to myself, shake my head.

When I rejoin the women, I’m naked but for my tight black underwear, my toned skin glistening in my condo’s spotlights. I’m showing off, sure, but that’s what Samiya likes, why I think she keeps coming back.

She’s on my couch looking bored, idly flipping through an industry magazine I’d left there earlier. Her eyes discover me. “Took you long enough.” She’s taken off her dress, is wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties, black mesh hose held up by a garter. Her compact and sexy figure fills them out most enticingly.

“Did you see the portrait of yours truly?” Like the Cheshire Cat, I grin.

She frowns, flipping through the pages of the magazine, stopping only when she reaches the cover. Her eyebrow raises up. My handsome self is standing there in full gloss, looking crucial as I pose in the lobby of an office building. I’m wearing a fine suit and burgundy tie and a million-dollar smile. “What the circulation on this rag?” she says, “Two, three dozen?” She refuses to let herself be impressed.

“Oh, at least four dozen,” I say sardonically. I know she likes it. Samiya likes prestige, likes accomplishment.

“I didn’t come here to look at pictures.”

I track her gaze to the young woman. She’s now standing in my living room, not speaking a word. Her overcoat is gone, discarded, revealing a slender, supple little body. A white leather corset pinches her narrow waist even narrower, pushes her svelte breasts up and into the white mesh cups covering them. I circle her, and discover an unexpectedly round and full butt complete with wide hips. I let my surprise guide my actions, my arm reaching out to stroke her side, sliding down to grab a handful of ass. I salivate.

She quietly sucks a breath but otherwise doesn’t react.

I complete my circle of her and finger her thin panties, toying with the fabric. They’re nearly not there, the type of thing someone would only put on were they expecting sex. Her tight, bare pussy shows through, puffy and tempting.

“Think she’ll do?” Samiya says.

“Tonight’ll be fun,” I grin at her.

“What are you going to do to her first?” I can hear the interest in Samiya’s tone, the excitement there. She’s as willing to see this as I am to do it.

“I haven’t decided,” I say, grabbing a breast, pinching a nipple. The young woman lets me grope her wantonly, arms at her sides, gaze steady, expression sober. I come around behind her again, wrapping her in my powerful grasp, fondling her tits, pressing my crotch into her back.

I take my time, Samiya watching with rapt interest, my cock growing harder and harder in my briefs as my groping continues unhindered. Exchanging a glance with Samiya, I bring a hand down to the girl’s crotch and tease her sex, flicking my fingers across her lips, a feather-light brush that makes her breath catch.

A flush warms Samiya’s cheeks that has nothing to do with makeup, and her nipples press out through her bra. She tries not to, but she grinds her thighs against one another.

Samiya’s arousal spurns me, and my fingers slide inside the young woman. She gasps. Her heat oozes down my hand, my thumb finding her clit and beginning a tortuously gentle massage. My other fist I bring to her neck, and she reflexively sucks in a breath. It’s a subtle pressure, not enough to stop her airflow, but enough to let her know I could. She makes a whimper, subvocal. I’d never know it if my hand weren’t on her throat.

“You’re too good at that,” Samiya says enviously, a sheen of sweat to her skin. And all she’s done is watch.

I grin, bringing my hand from pussy to mouth, making the girl taste her own lust. She sucks down with enthusiasm, her lips pursed around my knuckles, tongue frantic over my fingers.

I reward her, letting experience guide my traction around her most sensitive regions, reading her reactions and modulating my massage accordingly. I’m good at what I do, and she yelps, losing her poise, melting into my grip as her limbs go weak.

“Make her cum,” Samiya barks, a mean edge to her tone as her hand slides between her own thighs, “Make the dumb whore cum.”

“I have a better idea,” I say, picking the young woman up in my muscular arms, setting her down on her knees in front of Samiya.

Samiya slaps her on her cheek. “You slut,” she sneers, pushing the younger woman’s head down to her crotch, “Show me what you’re good for.”

With panties pulled to the side, Samiya leans back as she gets her pussy ate, alternately groaning in pleasure and growling commands. She’s gorgeous, her heavy tits bouncing as her chest heaves, her shimmering black hair sliding over her forehead as she throws herself back in ecstasy.

I so badly want to fuck her. But of course she doesn’t let me, she never lets me. I am rock hard, a ridiculous tent in my shorts, bumping against the girl’s ass bent over in front of me.

I pull my dick out, a powerful erection having taken over my long and thick shaft. I stroke it, making sure Samiya sees, and then kneel behind the younger woman. I can feel her pussy’s warmth on my penis, can sense her invitation. But she has yet to really feel me, doesn’t know what’s coming.

“Give her the whole thing,” Samiya says.

I lean in. The young woman’s pussy spreads to admit my girth, lips wrapping tightly to my shaft. She wails wordlessly, and I push in farther and farther, until there’s nothing left for me to shove inside her. Her legs kick, her thighs quiver, and I stay there, delirious in the pleasure of her compliance.

Samiya only ever lets me fuck her by proxy. Where she finds these young women, like so much about her, she never says and I never ask. We met years ago, back when my first marriage was already failing. Samiya had been the only memorable part of some vapid cocktail mixer. She’d been there with someone else, too, but we’d struck up a conversation, disguising flirtation under a surface of banal real estate gossip and investment strategies.

I hadn’t given her my number, but I guess I wasn’t that hard to discover, because she called me two days later. That was our first encounter, the first time I’d discovered the strange rules by which Samiya plays. Not that I complained, not with the spunky little redhead ‘treat’ she brought. Thinking back to that first night still makes me hard. She’s never brought the same woman twice, never told me their names or even the slightest thing about them. I suppose she tells them not to speak, either, but the details of their arrangement remain opaque to me.

And as my hips work up a rhythmic pounding of this durable little brunette, I’ve got to admit that even if I’m not fucking Samiya herself, this is a pretty sweet deal. I grab the girl by her round hips, digging my fingers into her as I use her for my pleasure. She may be just a proxy, but she’s gorgeous in her own right, and her pussy grips my cock so tightly.

“Oh, fuck,” Samiya gasps, “You’re making her cum.”

I look down and see that she is, the young woman’s arm strength has given out and her neck has taken her weight, her head pressed into the couch, glasses askew. Tears trickle down her cheek, ragged breaths spread her lips, and she writhes uncontrollably.

Muscles bulging, I fuck her harder.

Samiya’s enthralled, her fingers furiously working her pussy, her other hand grasping her nipple with frantic energy. She’s pulled her bra down, and her round tits are free to bounce as she moans.

I fuck the girl even harder.

She whimpers and wails, mind lost to the pleasure I’m drilling into her.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!” Samiya cries in unison, her own climax spurned on by what I do to her proxy. “Cum on her face,” she says, “Cum in the dumb bitch’s hair.”

I wouldn’t do it for anyone else, but for Samiya I’ll stop and put on a show. I pull out of the girl and sit back on my legs. She obediently turns around, planting her face over my cock, preparing to suck me off.

But then something different happens, something I’m not expecting in the slightest. I’m distracted, the young woman casting me the neediest look, so I don’t even see it happening.

Samiya scrambles off the couch and shoves the girl apart, knocking her over as she climbs onto me, wraps herself around me. I’m blindsided by Samiya’s sudden presence, by the frenzied way she presses her lips to mine, her tongue into my mouth. I kiss her back automatically, giddy to be so close to her, to smell her skin as it rubs against mine. “Fuck me, you idiot,” she hisses.

And then my dick’s inside her — inside Samiya — and all her beauty and elegance and class is there, wrapped around my cock, taking my erection deep. She bounces on my hips, face screwed up with ecstasy as she uses my dick for her pleasure, and it’s too much. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.

Light-headed, I roll backwards. It’s clumsy, not planned, but I hold Samiya to my chest and she doesn’t care, keeping herself mounted on my cock as I fill her with my seed, her lips pressed against my face. She kneels over me, pinning me to the ground, kissing me with frantic need.

When my dick slides out of her, Samiya’s not done. “Eat his cum out of me,” she commands the younger woman, “Make sure you get every last drop, my husband will not find out about this.”

I sit with my back against the window, dazed and blissful as the young woman obediently licks clean Samiya.

But after a while of watching her slurp on Samiya’s pussy, I’m getting hard again. “Come here,” I say, curling my finger at the girl, greedy for the blowjob which I was earlier denied.

She looks at Samiya. “Go!” Samiya says impatiently.

And then the mousy little brunette has her lips wrapped around my shaft, her innocent face distorted as she stretches her mouth wide to fit me in. I pet her cheek. “Fuck,” I groan, making eye contact with Samiya, “She’s good.”

Am I trying to make Samiya jealous? Maybe. Does it work? Well…

A few moments later I’m moaning in ecstasy as the young woman sucks on my balls, popping them in and out of her mouth and tickling them with her tongue. Samiya lies on the ground next to her, her slobber all over my cock as my shaft bumps against her tonsils. With the experience of her age, and the thrill of having such an unattainable woman pleasuring me while another works my sac, it’s all I can do not to cum right then.

I manage to hold back for a few minutes at least, keeping my orgasm at bay but just barely. “Oh, fuck…” I whisper, afraid speaking too loud will break the spell. The women find out, though neither of them stop. “Fuck,” I say again, and then I’m cumming, filling Samiya’s mouth with another load of my spunk.

She chokes and gasps, but swallows it down. “I always forget how much you cum,” she says afterwards.

I pull her up, into my arms.

But she pulls away. “I… I can’t. I have to leave. I don’t think she should see each other anymore, Zimmerman.”

The young girl watches this, quietly observing.

“You say that every time,” I say, “But you’ll be back.”

“Don’t get all cocky on me.” Then, for once in her life, Samiya hesitates and looks uncertain, eyeing me with something approaching affection. She turns away, spits, “Fuck.”

NSFW: yes

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