Chapter 4: Business Account
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The air in Mr. Holland's furniture store was thick with the scent of wood polish and the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The large, open space was filled with towering displays of mahogany furniture, each piece gleaming under the harsh lights like a black pearl. The store was quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. Karen Lee Brown stood by the entrance, her eyes adjusting to the light as she surveyed the room. She had visited the store many times before, accompanying her stepmother when she needed a new piece for their home. But today, she was here for something very different.
She had a special delivery to make, and she knew exactly who she was looking for. She spotted him at the far end of the store, bent over a desk, polishing it with a cloth. His broad shoulders and muscular arms flexed with each movement, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
"Mr. Holland," she called out, her voice echoing in the large space. He turned to look at her, a smile spreading across his face as he recognized her.
"Karen Lee, what brings you here on a Sunday?" he asked, standing up straight and putting down the cloth.
He walked towards her, his eyes scanning her body appreciatively. "I was actually just about to close up for the day."
Karen Lee smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "I know. I won't keep you long," she said, her voice a purr. "I just had something I wanted to deliver personally. You left your ledger at the bank earlier."
She took a step closer to him, extending the book and smiling into his eyes. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened as they took in her curves. She was unaware of the sparkling lust in her own expression.
"What have you got for me, Karen Lee?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. "Oh. I guess I do need that!" He took the ledger from her and chuckled.
"I appreciate you bringing it by, Karen Lee. I could have just come by the bank tomorrow."
Karen Lee's smile turned mischievous. "But where's the fun in that?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper. "I like taking care of my customers personally."
Mr. Holland's eyes gleamed with interest. He asked, his voice low and seductive, "Well, I suppose I could use a little taking care of."
Karen Lee took a breath, her pelvis suddenly alive and tingling. "Stay professional!" she reminded herself. She stepped and turned sideways.
"Do you have anything new to show me?" she asked.
She walked over to the large desk, running her fingers along the smooth mahogany surface. "I've always loved this piece, Mr. Holland. You have such an eye for detail."
Mr. Holland moved closer to her, his body heat radiating against her back. "I could show you some of my other pieces, if you like," he said, his voice a seductive baritone.
Karen Lee turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. She could see something interesting in them, something curious. "I'd like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the faint scent of his aftershave mixed with the polish he'd been using. It was intoxicating.
Mr. Holland stepped past her, his body mere inches from hers. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, could see the desire in her eyes. He reached out, gesturing to the far wall. "Let me show you some things we just got in."
He guided her to the wall, towards a large, antique mirror. Karen Lee marveled at the intricate carvings and gilded frame, but had little time to admire it as Mr. Holland steered her in front of it.
"See how beautiful you are?" Mr. Holland whispered, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. Karen Lee blushed at her reflection, her heart pounding in her chest. She noticed how small she looked in front of him. How white her skin was against his dark black skin. She could see the desire in Mr. Holland's eyes, the way they roamed over her body. She felt a sudden rush of wetness between her thighs.
"Mmm, you do look beautiful," he murmured, his hands squeezing her shoulders.
"Thank you," she mumbled, her voice quivering slightly. "It's a lovely mirror."
She gently pulled away. "What else do you have to show me?" Karen asked, her voice breathy with anticipation. She could feel her nipples hardening under her shirt, her body responding to the heat of Mr. Holland's gaze.
"This way," he said, leading her to a secluded corner of the store. A plush, overstuffed couch sat nestled against the wall, its deep burgundy velvet cushions inviting. Mr. Holland turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. "What do you think?"
Karen's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the couch. "It's beautiful," she murmured, running her hand over the soft fabric. "I like how firm it is - not too much give in it, but not too stiff either. And so comfortable."
Mr. Holland stepped closer to her, his body heat radiating against her side. "It's one of my favorites," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's the perfect place to... relax."
"Relax?" she coughed, her mind already imagining another activity.
Mr. Holland's eyes flicked down to her eyes, his twinkling. "Yes. Don't you like to relax, Karen Lee?" With a smirk he flopped down onto the couch, his arms splaying to his sides.
Karen Lee stared silently, her mind racing, knowing that she was playing a dangerous game now. Her pelvis erupted with orgasm as her body gave in to lust. Falling forward onto him, she straddled his lap and kissed him hard on the mouth. Instinctively she began grinding her pussy on his crotch, her breath panting and hard.
Mr. Holland's cock was growing bigger and bigger under her. Karen Lee groaned, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders.
"Fuck, you're so hard," she moaned. "I can feel it through your pants."
Mr. Holland groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips. "Miss Brown? Are you sure you want to do this?"
Karen Lee nodded eagerly, her mouth watering at the thought. "Yes, Mr. Holland. I want it. I want your big black cock inside me."
Mr. Holland growled, "Your boss at the bank might not want you fucking his customers - not his black ones especially." His hands moving to the waistband of her jeans.
He unbuttoned them quickly, his fingers brushing against the smooth, bare skin of her stomach. Karen Lee gasped, her body arching against him as he slipped his hand inside, cupping her warm, wet pussy through her panties.
"You're so wet," he groaned, his cock throbbing against her. "And I expected some fuzz on the peach. Have you had sex with a black man before?"
Karen Lee moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she ground against his hand. "Once! she panted. "Please fuck me Mr. Holland!"
"But I'm married, Karen Lee. Happily so, with sons... and I don't need a mistress," his voice trailed off as his finger slipped inside of her vagina, sending another wave of energy through her. "I've never fucked a white girl before."
"Fuck me, Mr. Holland. Fuck me with that big black cock." Karen Lee begged, her voice a ragged whisper.
Mr. Holland's eyes darkened with lust, and he could feel his cock twitching with need. He grabbed her hips roughly, pushing her down onto the couch. "Get those jeans off," he demanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
Karen Lee complied quickly, shimmying out of her jeans and discarding them onto the floor, followed by her jacket. She was left wearing only a thin, white t-shirt and a pair of lace panties. Her eyes burned with lust as she watched him. He towered over her as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes taking her in. He next opened his trousers, a lustful smile crossing his lips as he opened his zipper and pushed down his pants and underwear in one move. His erection popped out and Karen Lee gasped as she saw it. It was huge and black and stared at her like a one-eyed snake.
Leaving his pants around his ankles, his shoes still on, he climbed onto the couch over her. His cock looming in her face, she held her breath at the size of him, anticipating what was to come.
"You suck dick girl?" he asked firmly, as if it was not a question.
"Yes, Mr. Holland!" Karen Lee gasped, reaching to grab it. Her hands seemed tiny as her fingers felt how hard it was, smooth and gently throbbing. She pulled it to her face as she sat up to meet it. Closing her eyes, she took it into her mouth and sucked hard.
"Hmmmm, that's it," he smiled. "Suck that cock baby girl. Suck it good."
Stroking him with her hands, Karen Lee tried to take more and more of him into her mouth, but his girth strained her jaws. She wanted to please him, make him cum in her throat, but she gagged for air with every thrust.
"My wife won't do this for me, she thinks it's dirty. Only cheap whores suck dick, she says." Mr. Holland grinned down as he watch her face taking his cock. The contrast in skin colors made it more exciting for him.
Karen Lee could only grunt as she tried to fit more of his cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. She was controlling her gag reflex but barely able to breath. Still, she worked the black rod with determination to make it explode. She thrilled at how naughty she felt, finally servicing her bank customer.
Watching her cheeks expand and contract with each thrust and release, Mr. Holland enjoyed the sensation of her sucking his shaft. He could feel his climax beginning to build as the head of his cock was constantly stimulated and his scrotum gently brushed across her chest. He struggled against the impending climax, wanting it to last longer.
But the sight of Karen Lee's pale lips wrapped around his dark cock was too much.
"Fuck, you little tease," he growled, his hips thrusting faster, forcing more of his length into her mouth. "You're going to make me cum, aren't you?"
Karen Lee tried to nod, but he was thrusting too deeply into her mouth for her to do anything but gag and suck. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how filthy it was, sucking on her customer's enormous cock. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, wanted to taste him.
She remembered what he had said about his wife, and it spurred her on even more. She was going to make him cum like no one else had before. She would be the best fucking cock sucker he had ever had.
Determined, she took him deeper into her throat, relaxing her jaw and focusing on breathing through her nose. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She wanted this. Needed this.
She looked up at him, her eyes watering from the effort, and saw him looking down at her with a mixture of lust and disbelief.
"Fuck, Karen," he groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking her mouth with abandon. "You're such a fucking dirty girl, aren't you? Taking my big black cock like a fucking pro."
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, using it to guide her head up and down on his cock. "That's it, baby," he grunted. "Take it all. Show me what my little Aussie can do."
Karen gagged and choked, her eyes streaming with tears, but she didn't stop. She wanted him to use her like this. She wanted to be his dirty little slut. Desperately she sucked as hard as she could as his cock pushed into her throat.
Unable to control it any longer, Mr. Holland lurched forward as his orgasm exploded. Warm, thick semen pulsed into Karen Lee's throat, causing her to pull away slightly to catch it. They both groaned with release.
Karen Lee pulled off, gasping for air, her chin and lips glistening with Mr. Holland's cum. He watched as she swallowed, licking her lips, and then grinned up at him.
"Fuck, you're a filthy little lady, aren't you?" he growled, his cock still pulsing and twitching. "Look at you, all covered in my cum."
Karen Lee smiled wickedly, her hand moving to stroke his cock, which was still semi-hard. "I am at your service, Mr. Holland," repeating her standard line at the bank.
But this time, it was laced with lust and desire. She was a mess -- her face smeared with his cum, her hair disheveled, her shirt riding up to expose her flat stomach and the tops of her lace panties. She looked like a woman who had been well and truly fucked.
Mr. Holland chuckled darkly, reaching down to cup her cheek. His thumb smeared a trail of his cum across her skin, and Karen Lee's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
"You look like a fucking mess, Karen Lee," he said, his voice rough with desire.
"You're not finished, are you young man?" she purred. "You still have more deposits to make, I hope."
"Oh, Miss Brown. You know I do." He leered down at her and his cock hovering between them. With both hands, he quickly and smoothly pulled off her panties. "Oh my!" he whistled, staring at her moist, bald vagina. "That looks beautiful! So smooth and white and tight!" He cock throbbed to full erection again as he held her thighs open with his hands.
"It's ready for your deposit, sir!" Karen Lee beamed. "Please?"
Karen Lee begs, her voice dripping with desire. "I want your big black cock inside me. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Holland."
Mr. Holland grins, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her wet, bare cunt. He leans over her, his body covering hers as he positions himself at her entrance. "You ready for this, Miss Brown?"
Karen Lee nods eagerly, her hips lifting to meet his. Orgasms tingling in her pelvis anticipating his entrance.
"Please, Mr. Holland. Fuck me." She pleaded, her hips quivering.
Mr. Holland looked down at her, her eyes locked onto his.
He smiled, a wicked smile that sent shivers down her spine. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his cock rubbing against her wet pussy lips.
Karen Lee let out a moan, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. She wanted him inside her, but he was teasing her, drawing out her desire.
"Please, Mr. Holland," she begged, her hips bucking against his. "I can't wait any longer."
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made her spine tingle. "Patience, little one," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
He released her wrists and slipped a hand between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Karen Lee gasped, her hips jerking at the sudden sensation.
Mr. Holland's thumb circled her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing motions. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching, desperate for something more.
"Please, Mr. Holland," she begged, her voice ragged. "I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me."
Mr. Holland smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. "You want this big black cock inside you, don't you, you filthy little lady?"
Karen Lee nodded eagerly, her hips lifting to meet his hand. "Please, Mr. Holland."
Without another word, he aimed and pushed, parting her pussy lips with his shaft. Karen Lee let out a loud moan, her body shaking with orgasm as he slid into her slick opening. With a few more slow pumps, he inched his entire length into her as she squirmed in pleasure.
"Fuck!" she thought. "George was so big, but this is amazing. I've never had a cock so big in me!" The walls of her pussy were stretched tightly around his cock, which rammed into her cervix with each thrust. Her pelvis exploded with a massive orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as she felt the head of his cock hit her cervix. Mr. Holland growled, a deep, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. He began to move, slow and deep at first, letting her body adjust to his size.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "Your little white pussy is gripping my cock like a fucking vice."
Karen Lee moaned in response, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, a wet, slapping noise that sent a thrill down her spine. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely.
"Oh god, yes, Mr. Holland," she gasped. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."
Mr. Holland obliged, his hips picking up speed, his cock slamming into her with more force. Karen Lee's breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her shirt. Mr. Holland reached up and grabbed one, squeezing it roughly and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
"You've got some fine fucking tits, Karen Lee," he growled. "I can't wait to feel them bouncing against my chest while I fuck you."
With one hand still gripping her breast, he used the other to reach between their bodies and find her clit. He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Oh god, Mr. Holland," she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the couch. "That feels so fucking good."
Holland chuckled, a deep, raspy sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You like that, huh?
You like my big black cock fucking your tight little pussy?" Mr. Holland asked, his voice harsh and demanding. He began to slam into her even harder, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
"Yes, oh yes," Karen Lee cried out, her body shaking with each impact. "Fuck me, Mr. Holland. Fuck me like a dirty little slut."
He grunted, his grip on her breast tightening as he moved even faster. "You got it Miss Brown!" He suddenly slowed his pace, letting her feel every inch of his shaft as he slowly worked it in and out. The young Aussie moaned like an animal at the unexpected change, orgasms shaking her body.
"What are you doing, Mr. Holland?" she gasped.
He chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I want to make this last, Karen. I want to make you feel every fucking inch of me inside you."
He began to move again, his hips rolling against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy in deep, slow strokes. Each time he pulled back, he left her pussy lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, and Karen Lee could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he pushed back in.
"Fuck, Mr. Holland," she panted. "That feels so good. So fucking good," Karen Lee moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. "I can feel every inch of you. It's like you're exploring new territory inside me."
Mr. Holland grunted in response, his eyes locked onto Karen Lee's face. He loved seeing her this way, her body splayed out beneath him, her face contorted in pleasure. He could feel her pussy gripping him like a vice, her juices dripping down onto his balls. His wife was never this tight, he thought - or this slutty.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"You like feeling me stretch you out like this? You like feeling my big black cock sliding in and out of your tight little pussy?"
Karen Lee moaned again, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Mr. Holland," she panted. "I fucking love it. I love feeling you inside me, filling me up."
"You like feeling me fuck you, don't you?" he insisted, his voice hoarse with desire. "You like feeling my big black cock claim your little white pussy."
Karen Lee nodded eagerly, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. "Yes, Mr. Holland," she begged.
"Yes, please. Fuck me like that, Mr. Holland. Claim me with that big black cock of yours."
Mr. Holland's eyes darkened with lust. He began to move faster, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her with force.
"That's it, Karen Lee," he growled. "You want it? You want my big black cock to claim your little pussy? You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?"
Karen Lee let out a keening moan, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard." Please!" Karen Lee begged, her voice desperate, her body writhing under him.
Mr. Holland couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped her hips firmly and began to pound into her, his hips slamming against hers as he fucked her with a raw, primal intensity. he groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, Karen Lee. You feel so fucking good."
Karen Lee cried out with each thrust, her body shaking with the force of his assault. She could feel every inch of him, filling her up completely. She had never felt so full, so complete.
Mr. Holland's cock was like a massive piston, slamming into her with a force that left her breathless. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, her eyes rolling back in her head as she struggled to process the sensation.
He was grunting now, his breath coming in short gasps as he pounded into her. The sounds of their bodies coming together filled the room, a wet, slapping sound that seemed to match the rapid beat of her heart. Karen Lee's fingers clawed at the couch, her nails digging into the soft fabric as she tried to find purchase, trying to hold on as he fucked her with a ferocity that almost scared her.
She could feel him all the way to her cervix with each thrust, his cock stretching her wide, filling her completely. Her body shook with every impact, her breasts bouncing and slapping against her chest with every thrust.
"Oh god, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Mr. Holland! Fuck me harder!"
Mr. Holland's grip on her hips tightened, and he began to pound into her even harder. His cock was like a jackhammer, driving in and out of her with a force that left her aching and begging for more. He was relentless, his hips moving like a machine as he fucked her with a primal intensity that left her breathless and writhing beneath him. Mr. Holland growled. "I haven't fucked this hard in years!" he thought to himself. His sweat dripped from his face, landing on the Aussie's quaking body.
She loved the sight of his dark skin glistening with drops of perspiration as he plowed into her. His pelvis slammed against hers with every thrust, the sound of her pussy squelching around his cock filling the room.
"Fuck, yes, Mr. Holland!" she shouted, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Fuck me harder! I can take it!"
Mr. Holland stepped up his pace, his cock hammering into her like a piston. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein rubbing against her sensitive walls. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt another orgasm building within her.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. She knew she was close, so close to the edge. She clawed at the couch, her fingers sinking into the soft fabric as she met each of Mr. Holland's powerful thrusts.
"Fuck, Mr. Holland!" she cried out. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"
Mr. Holland grunted, his own body coiled tight with tension. "Me too, baby girl. Me too." He plunged into her, pressing his pubic bone against her clit, and Karen Lee felt the world explode around her.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She screamed his name, her voice echoing off the walls of the furniture store, not caring who might hear.
Mr. Holland groaned, his own orgasm ripping through him as he felt her come. He slammed into her one last time, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he filled her with his sperm. He could feel her pussy gripping him, milking him for every last drop. he roared, his body shaking with the force of his release. Then unexpectedly, a second orgasm launched itself from his scrotum, another flood of sperm overtaking the first, pulsing into her. His cock pulsed and throbbed, filling Karen Lee's pussy with every drop of his cum. She could feel him, hot and thick, coating her insides, marking her as his own.
Karen Lee's body was still convulsing with the force of her own orgasm, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock. She could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside her, and she let out a satisfied moan, her body limp and sated.
Mr. Holland collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and sweaty.
He rolled them over so that Karen Lee was on top, his cock still buried deep inside her. She gasped as she felt his cock throb inside her, coated with their cum.
"Fuck, Karen Lee," he groaned. "You feel so fucking good. You're the best fucking lay I've ever had."
Karen Lee smiled, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She began to move her hips slowly, grinding against him and making his cock rub against her sensitive clit. She barely had the strength, but wasn't ready to be done with this moment.
Her pussy was still clenching and releasing around him, squeezing the last drops of cum from his cock. Their combined juices ran down her inner thighs.
Mr. Holland groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as she moved. "That's it, baby girl. Ride that cock." His eyes were locked onto her tits bouncing with each movement, his cock twitching inside her.
"You want more, don't you?" Karen Lee purred, her hips moving faster, her pussy greedily sucking his cock deeper with each thrust.
"I want more, Mr. Holland. I want to feel your big black cock fill me up again and again."
She leaned forward, her nipples brushing against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her body radiating onto his. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing against his skin and sending shivers down his spine.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling her head back. He looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire. "You're a fucking naughty little slut, aren't you, Miss Brown?" he growled. "You know what they say, don't you? Once you go black you don't go back." he murmured, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "And I don't think you'll ever want to, will you, Karen Lee?"
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back roughly, exposing her slender neck. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelled like honeysuckle and sex, a heady combination that drove him wild. He bit down gently on the soft skin of her neck, eliciting a gasp from her lips.
"Oh god, Mr. Holland. That feels so good." she moaned.
He grinned, his teeth still firmly planted on her skin, before moving his hand from her hair to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. He pinched it lightly, feeling it harden even more in his grasp.
Karen Lee moaned, arching her back slightly, pushing her breast further into his palm. he said, his voice a low growl. "You like it when I play with your tits, don't you?"
She nodded eagerly, her hips moving faster on his cock. Her pelvis was electric as she pleasured herself on his shaft.
Her grip on his cock tightened as she increased her speed, driven by a primal need to feel him deeper, to clench him harder.
Mr. Holland laid back, his hands gripping the velvet couch, his head thrown back in bliss. "Fuck, Karen Lee, you're a wild one," he groaned, his gaze fixed on the sight of her tits bouncing in his face. "You're fucking me like a whore in heat."
Karen Lee tossed her head back, her blonde hair scattering across her shoulders, and laughed breathlessly.
"I'm fucking you because I want to, Mr. Holland. I want your big black cock inside me. I want to feel you throb and pulse as you fill me with your cum." Her voice was a husky, sultry whisper, yet loaded with determination.
"You dirty little slut," Mr. Holland grunted, his eyes dark and lustful as he watched her ride him. "You like the sound of that, don't you? You like knowing you're gonna take every last drop of my cum, don't you, Karen?"
She nodded, her pace quickening as their bodies slapped together in a mixture of sweat and sex.
"Yes please, Mr. Holland!" she panted. "Cum in me please!"
Karen Lee begged, her voice a ragged moan. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
Mr. Holland's grip on her hips tightened, and he began to pound into her even harder, his cock slamming into her with force. "Fucking filthy little slut," he growled, his breath coming in short gasps. "You want it, don't you? You want my cum filling your tight little pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, please, Mr. Holland. I want it all. I want everything you've got!"
Hearing herself talk dirty only made her hotter, urging herself to higher thrills. Her body shook with orgasms even as she rode his shaft in a fever of lust. Driving her hips down, she bottomed out on his pubis, his cock completely inside her. Frantically, she grinded her clit on him, building to another massive orgasm as she panted and moaned breathlessly.
Mr. Holland's hands reached around her, grasping her ass cheeks firmly and pulling her down harder on his cock with each downstroke. "Ride that cock like the little slut you are," he growled, feeling her pussy clenching and releasing around him.
Karen Lee could feel his cock swelling inside her, growing even bigger. She loved how it felt, stretching her wide, filling her completely. She could feel the head of his cock hitting her cervix with each downstroke, and she loved the sensation of being filled completely.
His breathing became more determined as he felt another delivery of semen building. Their bodies moved together with a shared purpose - mutual pleasure - time standing still as they fucked each other.
With sudden ferocity, Mr. Holland groaned loudly as his cock exploded. He pulled her down hard onto his shaft as it throbbed, spewing a river of sperm deep inside her. As she felt his climax, her own orgasm crashed over her like an earthquake. Shaking uncontrollably, she cried out, rubbing her clit on him even harder to prolong the intensity of the moment.
Finally, she collapsed onto him, nuzzling his neck, purring softly. Stroking her back, he could feel her whole body quivering. His shaft slowly deflated but still inside her warm, wet tunnel. The smell of their tryst surrounded them as their breathing softened.
After a long ten minutes of cuddling, Karen Lee kissed him as Mr. Holland's flacid cock slipped out of her. Sliding off of his lap to the floor, she pulled it to her smiling lips and began to lick their juices off of his cock and balls. "We wouldn't want your wife to discover our little secret!"
"Damn, li'l lady!" he smiled. "You're one hot white slut!"
Smiling confidently, the Aussie continued her clean up of his manhood, slyly grinning as she felt him growing hard again. "Leave 'em wanting more!" she giggled as she stood up.
Moving to her clothes, she began to dress as Mr. Holland stroked his growing erection. "You one naughty slut, leavin' me like this!" he chuckled. "I guess the wife is going to get punished tonight!"
"You're welcome, Sir!" she smiled as she finished the final button on her blouse. "It has been my pleasure to serve you." she laughed, knowing that these standard phrases from the bank would never be the same for her. "I'll see you at the bank!"
Mr. Holland just sat on the couch, cock in hand, as he admired her walking out of the store. "Indeed you will!" he thought as he began to collect his clothes and dress.