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Keywords: Park, 03, Ch., Lincoln, Mommy,

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A week or so later, Dan was on a conference call when he saw his Message light illuminate. When the call ended, he hung up his telephone and punched in the code to retrieve his messages, surprised to hear Kelly's voice. He was surprised to hear from her so soon.

"Hi, Dan. It's Kelly. Give me a call when you get a chance. Mike's out-of-town, so you can call me at home. The number here is 773-555-5555." Erasing the message, he swiveled around in his chair and stared out his office window, noticing the sail boats still in Monroe Harbor; fall was coming too soon. Turning back to the telephone, he called Kelly's home telephone.

"Hello?"

"Kelly, its Dan."

"Hi. I was hoping you'd get back to me." Her voice was soft and sweet and tinged with a faint shyness.

"What's up?"

"Well, Mike's out-of-town for a few days, and I wanted to see if you were up for dinner."

"Sure. Tonight? Where?"

"Why don't you come over here? Maybe I'll cook you something. About 7:00?" She gave him directions.

"See you then." Hanging up the phone, Dan willed the next two hours to pass quickly. He now had something to look forward to. The prospect of an evening with Kelly caused his cock to stiffen slightly, and then more, as he thought about the married slut he had the good fortune of walking home a few weeks ago. He loved hearing about her exploits as she rode up and down on his cock, or knelt on all fours before him.

When Dan arrived at Mike and Kelly's walk-up and she answered the door, she looked like the typical Lincoln Park housewife and mother in her mid-thirties: blond hair pulled back in a ponytail; khaki pants under a conservative white blouse; no shoes covering her cute feet. She exemplified the look of innocence.

There was nothing innocent about Kelly tonight, though. As soon as she closed the door, one of her hands shot for Dan's zipper while the other pushed him back against the door, she herself falling to her knees. Her manicured thumb and forefinger pulled the zipper down, and fished around for Dan's cock, finding it and pulling it from its confines. Dan's cock immediately inflated as he looked down at Kelly's manipulation; her hand, tipped with long, red fingernails, the engagement ring and wedding bands, all wrapped around his cock brought instant arousal.

And Kelly knew his mental triggers, too; two sessions had given her all the insight she needed. She flaunted the diamond-encrusted rings on her finger, and the fact that she was married. "Are you going to fuck me in my husband's house? Maybe in his bed?" Dan could only murmur his assent, lost in the pleasure of Kelly's tongue washing over the length of his cock. He loved her filthy mouth, and her nasty mind.

Rising up to her feet again, she grabbed Dan by the hand and led him into the family room. Releasing his hand, she began to undress as she walked, and was completely naked as she fell onto the couch, spreading her lean legs to reveal her freshly waxed pussy, already wet with her excitement. She placed a manicured finger just above her pussy lips, pointing downward, and said, "Why don't you two get acquainted, and I'll tell you about my first black cock."

***

Kelly and Mike had been engaged for just a month. Her parents wanted to meet them for dinner at their country club on the North Shore. But Mike had a client with needs, and was called out-of-town a few days earlier and would not be returning until late the night of the dinner, so Kelly drove up to Wilmette on her own.

Driving up to the club and climbing out of her silver BMW M3, she was a sight to behold for Aaron, the valet. Feet encased in black pumps (just barely decent enough for the conservative country club set), bare legs leading up to a light blue Chanel skirt suit with large white buttons that strained to withhold her D cup tits. Aaron's fat cock squirmed some as he watched her get out of the car, but settled down when she handed him her car keys and he saw the three-karat engagement ring on her left hand. Aaron had fucked a few of the stunning, rich white girls that floated around the club, but tried to stay away from the married ones. Getting caught with your cock in a member's wife was the quickest way to get fired.

Max, on the other hand, didn't see it that way. As the Fitzgeralds' waiter that night, he had a bird's eye view of Kelly's cleavage, and he took advantage, staring into that deep, cavernous space every chance he got. The large diamond on her finger didn't dissuade him in the least. In fact, the ring only added life to his nine inches. Throughout their dinner, Max tried to conceal his erection from the club's guests, but it was difficult.

When he brought the Fitzgeralds' first round of drinks, he caught the glint of Kelly's engagement ring when she first raised the glass to her lips. On bringing their appetizers, Max watched Kelly's beautifully manicured fingers – light pink tonight – pick a shrimp from a martini glass, and imagined those white fingers wrapped around his thick, black cock. And as she popped the last of her entrée – a steamed lobster – between her full, red-glossed lips, Max wished it was his cock that was slipping between them. As he collected the signed check from Kelly's father and walked away from the table, Max filed the image of Kelly away in his mind for future consideration, encouraged given her surreptitious glances towards his crotch as he stood near her. The sluts always looked; they tried to hide it, but they always looked.

It turns out that the future arrived a little sooner than he had imagined. After he closed out the Fitzgeralds' tab, he decided to take a break and snuck back to one of the club rooms off to the side of the club. Opening the door and entering the room, Kelly's back was to him, and she was just ending a call on her cell phone.

"I love you, too, sweetie. I'm leaving in a few minutes, and should be home by eleven or so." Turning around as she hit the "end" button on her phone, Kelly was startled to find Max standing in the room with her.

"Sorry, Ms. Fitzgerald, I didn't know anyone was in here."

"Don't worry about it, Max," she said as she started across the room to retrieve the Burberry trench she had laid across the back of a club chair. "I was just calling home to let my boyfriend . . . I mean my fiancé, know that I'd be home in an hour or so."

"Fiancé? I didn't know you got engaged, Ms. Fitzgerald. When did that happen?"

"Just a few weeks ago. I'm so excited!" she gushed. "And look at my ring," she bragged as she walked toward Max, extending her hand. "I love it. It's so beautiful."

Taking Kelly's beautiful hand in his, more blood pumped into Max's thick cock, making him uncomfortable. "Sure is. Damn, girl, this must have cost a shitload."

"I'm sure it did," she almost giggled. "Mike has never been stingy with me."

"Better not be. He's lucky to have you. What a beauty you are," Max said, as he bent and kissed Kelly's hand, right above the ring.

Blushing, and somewhat nervous, Kelly stuttered, "Uh, thanks, Max. I . . . I really should get going." Instead of letting Kelly's hand go free, however, Max twisted the ring slightly and it slipped off her finger, falling into his palm. "Max, give that back! What are you doing? I have to go."

"Kelly, I will gladly give you this ring back, but first, I want something from you."

"What," Kelly whined in desperation, not missing the fact that Max referred to her by her given name, when in the past he had always used her family name.

Reaching out to pop the top button on Kelly's tailored suit, Max said, "A li'l bit of what you been hidin' under here." Kelly was speechless, but made no move to stop him. With a few quick snaps of his wrist, the top to Kelly's Chanel suit was hanging open, only her white, lacy, 34D bra blocking Max's view of her firm tits. A few seconds later, the top was lying on the hardwood floor behind Kelly as Max popped the button and pulled the zipper on her skirt, leaving it in a puddle around her feet. Almost before she could react, Kelly stood before this black man dressed only in her heels, thong and super strong bra; her pouty lips were slightly agape.

As Max pushed Kelly back so she was leaning against the pool table, she gave up a weak protest. "Max, please . . . please stop. I have to go; Mike is waiting for me at home . . . We can't do this. What if we get caught? My parents will be mortified."


"Shut up, Kelly. The door is locked, and Mike can wait a few minutes." With that, Max slipped a few fingers underneath Kelly's thong, and found her hairless slit, rubbing the tip of his index finger along the hood of her clit. This caused Kelly to give a sigh of relief, and pleasure. A few more rubs of her clit, and Max felt the slut's pussy give up some of its juices. Believing – correctly – that Kelly was his to do with as he wished, Max pulled the thong over her hips and down her thighs and calves, leaving it puddled around her heels. She willingly stepped out of it, and again leaned back against the pool table.

Max took this as the sign of surrender that it was, and began rubbing Kelly's clit with a real fervor. Her eyes closed, her breath became ragged, and Max could see Kelly's elongated nipples tenting her bra. When he felt she was on the verge of orgasm, he slowed the frantic pace he was keeping on her clit, causing her to whine in need.

"What's the matter, Kelly?" he hissed into her ear, leaning in close.

"I want more. Keep doing that," she demanded through gritted teeth.

"That's all you want? You just want me to rub your clit?"

In a low voice, almost sheepish, Max heard, "No, I want more than your fingers."

"What do you want, whore?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not a whore," Kelly protested with a moan, as Max's fingers continued to spread her cunt juices across her pussy lips.

"Kelly, you've got a huge rock on your finger, your fiancé's waiting at home for you, and you're letting a black man fingerfuck you in your parent's country club. How can you say you're not a whore?"

"Just shut up and fuck me, Max," moaned Kelly, regaining control of herself and reaching for Max's belt.

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Keywords: Park, 03, Ch., Lincoln, Mommy,