Authors: Miranda Emerald
Tags: #Erotic Fiction, #Interracial, #Short Stories (Single Author), #United States, #African American, #Romance, #Women's Fiction
“I want you to come work for me.”
“What?” I blurted out.
“You’re better than the Vice President of your company at his own job. I have a feeling I could use you, and you could use an actual salary.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll take it!”
My mind raced. Lunch with a billionaire had very quickly turned into a job offer! I couldn’t help admit that I was a little disappointed his interests hadn’t been social.
“Not here. Los Angeles.”
“Mr. Kyle… I don’t know if.” I said “It’s just that I’ve been trying to get transferred
for years, and I’m finally close. I think you might have put me over the edge, actually”
“LA is a nice town. You’d be working
me, acting as my representative there. It would be a good job, and a beautiful girl like you will fit in wonderfully.”
“Can’t I come work for you here?”
I couldn’t believe my own words as they left my mouth. Was I really negotiating with one of the wealthiest, and notable unstable dealmakers of the century?
Take it, Alisa, Take it.
“This isn’t an office.” He said.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t work here. Not in finance. My requirements for an assistant are different.”
“I’m sure I could meet any requirements you have.”
“Well…” he said
“It’s not that you don’t have what it takes.”
His eyes ran up my body.
“It’s not something I’m sure you would be used to.”
“I’m adaptable.” I said.
Kyle considered that for a moment.
“I’ll tell you what. Hang out for a few days, and we’ll see how you do. But this isn’t the city, Alisa. It’s a farm. The work here is tough. The Jungle isn’t for everyone.”
“I’ll do anything,”
His eyes darted up at that last point, seeming to shine. His gaze was so
, when his eyes caught mine with that intensity I felt my heart leap into my throat.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Anything.” I responded.
I was cool as a cucumber on the outside, but I could feel my heart pounding a million miles a minute.
Why was I so nervous?
“Ok,” he said.
“Thank you so much,” I said, shaking his hand enthusiastically.
It was 5 O’clock the next morning when the knock came at my door. I answered groggily in my pajamas to find my Kyle, already dressed holding a thermos full of coffee. His eyes inspected me curiously, and one brow shot up.
I found myself wondering what he thought about my mocha body, it had to be different from the usually starlets and supermodels running around and subconsciously I stood up a little straighter, blushing.
“You look ready to work?” he said sarcastically.
“Oh” I said “Oh, uh, sorry”
Without thinking I pulled the door shut and quickly got dressed.
“How long you going to keep me waiting?”
“Sorry,” I said and opened the door.
He nodded, not waiting for me to catch up before heading down the trail towards the river.
Huffing, I caught up in a jog.
“So what are we doing today?”
“What am *I* doing today?” I asked, a little annoyed.
“You’ll be doing laundry.” He said “I’ll be fixing the irrigation gate.”
He poked his own chest with a wrench to accentuate the point.
“Are you serious. You’re one of the richest men in the country. You could pay people to deliver you brand new clothes and fix whatever you wanted.”
“It’s not about that. It’s about doing something yourself. Forgetting alright. Letting yourself be a man. Er… a woman.”
It took us about ten minutes to get down there. The jungle was
in the morning, and the trees were alive with the sound of chirping birds and clicking insect wings. The whole world was cast in the blue light of dawn, and the island took on a magical quality that reminded me of some artsy movie.
By the river was a basket full of clothes. TONS of clothes.
“So do you know what you’re doing?” he asked me.
“Uh… take the clothes, put them in the washing machine and hit super-cycle?”
That got a smile out of him.
“Put some soap in the bucket with some water. Rinse the clothes, soap ‘em up and get ‘em clean with that washboard. Rinse them again and try to wring them out the best you can.”
It was hard work. You never appreciate the washing machine until you figure out the alternative. For one thing, wet clothes are
heavy, but it doesn’t take long for it to add up and I was only about halfway done when my forearms started to burn like hell. The sun came out too, and it wasn’t long before we we’re both soaking with sweat.
After about an hour he stuck his shovel into a pile of dirt and made his way over to me.
“How’s it coming?”
I blew a strand of hair out of my face and gave him my bravest face.
“You know, it’s a lot cooler
“I don’t have my bathing suit.”
“You’re doing laundry anyways.”
He wasn’t wrong.
I stepped into the water up to my knees, and goose bumps shot up my legs catching the breeze nicely. I sighed with relief and lowered myself in laughing. He chuckled too, and I blushed realizing that it might be a prank- but he nodded, approvingly, went back to his work digging.
I worked for another hour, getting through the rest of the clothes quickly. Standing occasionally to stretch my back and look down stream to where the river met the ocean and the empty white beach. It was absolute paradise. Sure it was tough work, but a little sweat in this place was miles above the dull flat plains I was used to.
And I would take laundry duty over picking Tom up from the airport for the millionth time
Looking back upstream I noticed Kyle standing on his shovel, watching me. I realized that my clothes were soaking wet, and had stuck to my skin making a perfect outline of my body. My heart caught in my throat with embarrassment, but as adrenaline coursed through me I realized I was feeling something else… Something about those eyes on me, those discerning eyes… I found myself continuing to wash, but this time facing up stream and taking long breaks to stretch my back, or touch my toes.
I caught him looking a few more times, and each one led to that same jolt of electricity. The pounding heart beat and that tight feeling in my chest and… maybe elsewhere.
The sun was high in the sky when he came back down, his shovel and tools in hand.
“Finished?” I asked.
“Yep, so hurry up. We got lunch up at the house.”
“I’m done!” I told him.
He looked at me apprehensively, and I did a mock inspection of my work to show him it was done.
“What about those.” He said, pointing at me. “No point in dragging them to the house, you’ll just have to wash them next time.”
I looked around, and it took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. Nervously I pinched my shirt and held it out.
My stomach did flips. I felt my cheeks get warm, and I looked down, embarrassed. I half expected him to laugh it off, or say something,
When I looked at him, though, he had that same confident stare.
Almost without thought I found myself peeling up my top, pausing just under my breasts and looking to him for some reaction.
All he did was nod.
I pulled the shirt off, and stood there for a moment. I could see his face brighten, he liked what he saw and I realized that I
that he did. Holding his gaze for a few moments I turned back to my work, wadding up the shirt and running it along the washboard. I felt my small breasts bouncing with the work, and I turned so he could see a little better.
Finished, I tossed the shirt onto the pile with the other clothes. I paused, waiting for his instruction, secretly hoping we weren’t quite finished with chores.
“Almost done” he said.
Slowly I reached down to my pants and considered the button. Making up my mind I quickly unzipped and pulled them off, standing up straight to consider him again before starting on the washboard.
He never moved, standing on the river bank leaning on that shovel. His blue shirt rolled up to the sleeves, sweat dripping off his thick, tan forearms. Curious, I found myself looking lower and I made out a light outline in his pants.
My heart somehow managed to beat even faster as I turned back to the river and began to scrub the pants, turning away this time so he could see my ass in my purple panties – good luck panties, I had to think about that later.
I didn’t bother turning around for the last bit of clothes. Finished with the pants, I slid off my panties and gave them a quick wash in the river before turning around.
The bulge in his pants was huge now, pressed firmly against his leg looking like it was trying to escape.
What am I doing?
I suddenly found myself thinking.
“We’re done for the day. Let’s go get some lunch.”
And as quickly it had started it was over.
Dinner was quiet that night, Kyle was out on business, and I ate with a few of the other staff. I went to bed early, ignoring a text from the guy I met on the plane. To my surprise I woke up naturally at 5 the next morning, a tiny feeling of excitement in my stomach.
What would my chore be today? I wondered.
He came knocking at 5:15, his manner as stern yet goofy as ever. When I asked him what we would be working on, he simply stated that we would have to change a few light bulbs in the greenhouse.
We made our way up the trail as dawn rose again.
“Kyle?” I started to ask but he turned and stopped me before I could continue.
“You can call me Mathew.”
He smiled at that.
The greenhouse was pretty small, and there were only a few light bulbs to change. He pulled a ladder from behind the building and brought it inside, setting it up under the first rusty fixture.
“And what am I supposed to do?” I asked.
The job seemed pretty straight forward.
“I need you to hold the ladder. Safety first, OSHA will have my ass.”
“Okay” I said, giving him my best smile.
He climbed up the ladder and I held it as best I could against the wobbling. He fiddled with something, and I found myself at eye level with his pants… only inches away.
My mind went back to the river and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t get the image of his huge, hard bulge out of my head. A man, a real man, and the kind of man who only takes what he wants… and he was excited for
“Hand me that screwdriver.” He said.
He took it and paused a moment, and I realized he was looking down my shirt! I could feel the electricity building in me again, and subconsciously I think I stood so he could get a better view.
He handed me back the screwdriver.
“All finished.” He said “your turn.
“I’m going to change a light bulb?” I asked, confused.
“No,” he answered calmly “You’re going to do something else.”
Looking down I realized he was getting hard, that now familiar bulge growing under the denim. I was so close, I could see it’s every detail under the cloth and I felt a tingling warmth start to grow in my own pants. I might have stepped back, but it was my job to hold the ladder and I couldn’t move.
“Hang on to that ladder.”
“Well? I thought the spunky Alisa was up for anything?”
I looked up, apprehensive, before turning back to his hidden cock. It was only inches away, I thought I could almost
the blood filling its masculine form. I bit my lip, unsure of what to do.
I took my hand off the ladder.
“Safety first,” he growled.
I grabbed it again, quickly. I wanted to do what my boss told me. Slowly I leaned in, until my lips found that iron bulge…touching it ever so softly. I could feel it move slightly at the touch, and I pulled back surprised!
Slowly I pressed my face against it again, feeling him against, taking in his manly scent that mixed with the polished leather of his belt which I took in my teeth. Pulling it, I managed to rip it out of its loop to leave it hanging loosely on his pants.
Was I really doing this?
Slowly I pulled the belt off entirely, stopping to consider his button. Before I could try it his leathered hand came down and undid it for me. I smiled.
“Thank you” I said in almost a whisper.
I grabbed the denim in my teeth and pulled it down roughly. His cock sprang up, free from its confines but still wrapped in the soft cloth of his boxers. I let it brush against my face, and I took it lightly in my teeth, playing with it with my hot breathe.
His stomach rose and fell with a deep breathe.
Slowly I took his boxers in my teeth too. I could feel the soft skin of his hard abs against my cheek as I did, and I stopped there for a moment taking it all in… looking at the tiny vein that bulged over the ridge of his hip, tracing the hair that ran up the middle of the ‘v’ that pointed lower, up to the shallow belly button that rested in the middle of powerful abs.
Slowly I brought my head down, lowering the boxers.
That’s when I got my first real look at the billionaires cock. It was huge, thick and beautiful in an odd way. Like a Greek god, or a well-paid porn star. You know, one of the classy ones.
I took the tip in my mouth and played with it, a torrent of emotion washing through me as I first felt it’s softness on my tongue. My legs started to shake, and when I pressed them together I realized my pussy was
Slowly I took him deeper into my mouth, feeling his rigid shaft with my tongue, exploring it with my entire mouth…pressing it firmly into my cheeks and against the back of my mouth.
“That’s so good. I knew you were something special when I saw you. Beautiful, but full of hidden talents. Nothing like these skinny Bimbo’s running around the beach.” He said.
I let out a little moan, and his hand grabbed my hair. He pulled it for only a moment, and I knew I was making him happy. Slowly I began to take him in and out of me, using my tongue to keep things interesting. It was easier than I thought, and before long I was getting really into it.
“Take your shirt off,”
I started to take my hand off the ladder, but instead I slowly pulled his cock from my lips, giving it a little nibble before looking up at him.
“I’m sure you can manage with one hand. Just for a second.”
I pulled my shirt off awkwardly and looked back up. He was stroking his thick cock with one hand, looking down at me with lust in those piercing eyes.
“Hey now, I already
my job.” He said, his hand stopping.
Eager to please I took him back into my mouth, tasting his sweat and something salty just barely starting to come out the tip. It was so fucking hot, I found myself unable to control my little moans.
“Now I want you to take your hand and put it down your pants.”
I moaned, agreeing and brought my hand to my waist, sliding it under my panties and gliding over my wet pussy.
It was so fucking wet
I realized, and the thought sent another swarm of butterflies down my throat.
“I want you to taste your finger.”
Hesitantly I pulled my hand out of my pants and brought it to my lips.
It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop.
But I had to make Kyle happy if I wanted to get the job for real.
I licked the finger, tasting myself.
“Am I doing good?”
“Not good, great. You really for your last job?”
I nodded obediently.
“I want you to swallow everything.”
I nodded again and this time it was his cock that found my mouth. He pressed it in, and I took him in as deep as I could before coughing a little. My eyes watered, but determined to please him I took his cock in even deeper. His legs were shaking too, and his cock was starting to wriggle and throb.
He told me not to stop and I didn’t.
He moaned and there was an explosion in my mouth. It was strange tasting, and there was so much more than I expected! My cheeks went wide, and a little bit of his white, hot cum dripped down my lips. He didn’t like that.
“Don’t make a mess.” He said playfully.
I swallowed everything, slowly pulling his softening cock out of my mouth, careful to lick off every. Last. Bit.
I hardly slept that second night. I lay in bed, going over the memories of the greenhouse in my head again, and again. No matter how much I fantasized the electricity wasn’t the same. My pussy just wasn’t the same without him there to guide me.
I was awake at 5:00 the next morning and fully dressed.
His knock came at 5:15 sharp. I paused a moment before opening the door so I wouldn’t seem too eager. He was standing there, stoic as ever, no suggestion on his face of the events that had passed between them.
“Get a bottle of water. We have a hike ahead of us.”
That was all he said.
We spent the majority of the morning walking in silence, slowly making our way up the cliff of green jungle that rose like a sentinel over the family plot. I stopped to watch the sunrise properly on a ridge, and he didn’t say a word, watching casually from the trail.
Eventually we reached our goal: and old lighthouse that acted as a beacon for local ships coming and going at night. In his pack he carried some tools and the needed replacement parts, and he quietly went to work in his determined way without so much as a grumble.
When I asked him what he wanted me to do all he said was?
“Just stand here, and enjoy the view.”
He pointed at the railing of the trail that stood between us and a massive drop down to the valley and sea below. I leaned against it, looking out over that beautiful scene while he tinkered away.
Lost in my thoughts, I jumped when I felt his hands fall on my hips. He had come up behind me, obviously finished with his work, and I hadn’t even noticed!
Those hands held me tightly.
“So what do I do today?”
“I told you. Just enjoy the view.”
I held the rail with in my hands and did just that. I stared out over that beautiful valley and enjoyed the warm, safe feeling of being wrapped in his white hands.
Slowly those hands started to explore my body, and I pushed myself against him trying to feel his hard cock, that cock I fantasized about
against my round ass.
His hands firmly squeezed my breasts. I was breathless, and before I knew it he was pulling on my skirt, lifting it into a bundle. I felt the cool air on my ass, and pushed myself back into him again.
This time he wasn’t wearing pants either and I could feel his smooth cock fold up against my ass as I grinded against him. I tried to turn around, but he grabbed my neck firmly and pointed me back towards the valley.
His hands went lower, squeezing my ass before sliding upwards to my pussy. I was wet, and when his finger glided easily into me his breathe quickened, and the intensity of his passion flared. His thick finger inside of me sent a wave of pleasure through me, and I held onto the rail with white knuckles.
Without another word I felt his cock slide up under me, and glide against my pussy. He fondled with it for a moment, before pressing it inside. I was so tight he could barely get inside me and I let out a long moan as my knees shook and threatened to give out.
He held me up, and slowly he began to stroke his cock deeper and deeper inside of me. Pleasure that I had chased the night before started to pour out of me, radiating through my pussy like the crashing tide before traveling outwards.
My back arched as slammed into me making a *slapping* noise with every thrust. His hands holding me firmly against the rail. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and the pleasure doubled on itself as he started to moan.
“You like that?”
He thrusted harder.
“YES” I moaned.
“Yea! YEA! YES! FUCK ME” I screamed.
His thumb stopped drawing circles over my soaking pussy and shot up to my mouth. I took it in, sucking it and exploring the taste of our juices. I tried to moan, but all that came out was a muted hum as I desperately sucked on his thumb, the pleasure becoming too much to bare.
I had my first orgasm with my new boss that day. I had thought I knew what pleasure was! What joy there was in sex… but I had no idea. It hit me like a train. My toes curled, I lost control of my legs…everything. I became a vessel of pleasure, and he held me there safe in his arms while he fucked me.
He chose me.
“Do you remember your job?” he asked.
I was too out of control to respond. I nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.
“Do you remember your job?” he asked again.
“Yes” I managed to say as I tried to catch my breathe.
Suddenly his cock slipped out of me and as he let his grip on me soften I fell to my knees. I turned around and he was standing over me. He was completely naked, his wiry muscles writhing in ecstasy and work. In one hand he stroked his thick cock as he looked down on my approvingly.
I knew my job.
I took his cock in my mouth, and hardly had time to touch it with my tongue before he exploded inside of me. I didn’t make any mistakes this time, not a single drop was wasted. I swallowed everything, rolling his cock with tongue between sips. Only when I felt him soften entirely did I let him out, looking up for approval.
“We should clear out one of the bedrooms.”
“You still want the full time job, don’t you?”