Who am I, you ask? I am an investment banker. I buy stocks and sell them. I buy bonds and manipulate them to crash the market. Then I take the assets and sell for a handsome profit.
White females are a commodity. White cunt and ass are worth a lot if you know the right buyers. The only problem for me is that I sometimes become too much involved. Take Sindi for example. I fell in love with Sindi. She didn't come to me scared and frail. She was prime cunt.
I am constantly on the lookout for prime white cunt properties to buy and sell. Right now, I am looking at Felicity. She's 103 pounds and five-foot-one-inches tall. She's 28 years old. I estimate she is a 32C. Yes! That ass IS an asset. What drew me to this property was an ace of spades tattoo she had on the inside of her left ankle. She is a blonde with large, sensual lips. She has a thin, sexy nose and beautiful wide blue eyes. She has the kind of eyes that has lots of white space around the pupils.
I saw her step into the elevator. I wanted to meet her so I hurried to make it before the door closed. I noticed that she pushed the forty-first floor so I pushed the forty-second.
She looked at me and gave me those elevator eyes. I could tell right away that she was black curious.
"Hello. I've never seen you here before," I lied. "My name is C.C. Just call me CC," I said. That was not a lie. I had hacked the HR files. I knew almost as much about her as she knew about herself.
"Hi! I'm Felicity," she said with a smile.
Over the next two weeks I managed to "accidently meet" Felicity in the elevator, in the train station, and even at the supermarket. Then I made my play.
"Hey! We seem to keep bumping into each other," I lied again.
"Yes, we do! Do you live around here?" she asked.
"Yes!" I lied again. We continued to chat as we shopped. After checking out side by side, I approached her and asked to buy her coffee. She accepted. We went to a nearby sidewalk coffee shop and sat down.
She told me almost as much about herself as I already knew. She was married. They lived in an apartment in this area of town. Her husband was a manager at a woman's department store. She told me what she did, but it was repetition to me. I already knew all about her.
"Why don't we meet at 7 and go dancing?" I asked. She accepted without hesitation.
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I picked her up at her apartment. She invited me in and introduced me to her husband.
"This is my husband, Austin," she said.
"Glad to meet you, Austin. My name is C.C. Just call me CC," I said and laughed. He was dumpy and wore horn-rim glasses with tape on them. He had a pocket protector that was stuffed full of pens. ‘Like he couldn't depend on only one pen? I thought.
We chatted briefly and Felicity kissed Austin goodbye, and we left. When we got to my car, her personality radically changed. My car had a bench front seat for reasons that are obvious.
"I am so glad you asked me out!" She cooed. "I feel like this will be a special evening." On that, she slid over and put her hand on my crotch before we got out onto the street. She freed my cock. She began stroking while resting her chin on my shoulder.
"You like this?" she cooed.
"Who wouldn't love to be stroked by a hot momma like you," I said.
It was a sleazy black club that didn't even have a sign out front. Few people knew about it. I parked in a dark spot. We began kissing right away. My hand reached into her blouse and felt her tits. It was smooth and had no piercing. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Then I squeezed hard!
"Oh! Daddy! I love that," she cooed. She looked into my eyes, inviting me to kiss her. We did. She opened her warm, moist mouth, and I snaked my tongue out to meet hers. Our fluids mingled. I wanted to undress her then and there. Instead, I got out and opened the door for her.
Inside the music's beat was steady and loud. We sat in a less noisy corner and kissed some more. I ordered drinks. After she drank I lit a joint, toked it, and offered it to her. As I exhaled, she toked it and held it for a moment and slowly exhaled through her partially parted lips and nose. We chatted until we finished the joint.
"Do you want to dance?" I asked.
"Yes!" she said. She was beginning to be giddy and friendlier.
I had to show her some sexy moves. She learned quite fast. I was surprised.
"Look at that!" she whispered. A hot blonde woman was on her knees sucking a black man's cock on the dance floor.
"Looks sexy, don't you think?" I said smiling into her eyes.
"I want to try that," she said looking up at me.
"Go ahead," I invited her. She melted down and on the way down she unzipped my pants. My cock sprung out. I had a boner. While still looking into my eyes, she wrapped her tiny white hand around the shaft. She took my nut sack in her left hand like she was weighing them. I didn't mind.
I watched her put her mouth over my glans and suck it. Her cheeks sunk in as she applied her suction. I moaned.
"That's a good momma!" I said. Her tongue touched my hole. She tasted my pre-cum. Her eyes widened when the taste went to her senses. I could tell she thought it was delicious.
This white woman was coming into my stable quicker than I had anticipated. She was nothing like my conquest of Marlee or Sindi. I had to really work to recruit them. But Felicity seemed so willing from the start. Also her husband's seemingly acceptance was a puzzle to me.
She continued to work on my cock until I pulled her up. We kissed and continued dancing. With a hand signal, I motioned for a black brother to break in. He broke in and I stepped away.
I watched her for a while. She was giddy and giggling. He turned her around and she bent over. He lifted her skirt and pushed her thong aside to allow access to her vagina. He entered easily. She looked back at him and bucked back like she wanted to give him a wild ride. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back and rammed in hard. Her face told the story. She was a natural born slut like Marlee and Sindi.
