The Weekend... Part 1 of a series

Her eyes drifted over to the clock for the 3rd time since the meeting had started. Her mind was a million miles away in a fantasy world. As she dangled her slate sling back python pump from her left foot she slowly drifted back to reality. She heard someone calling her name “Chyenne.” Looking up she realized all eyes were on her.



“Chyenne, are you with us?”


Snapping out of her daze she responded “Ummmm, yes I'm sorry Mr. Walcott”


“Not a problem” he chuckled. “Now would you please advise Mr. Reynolds what his 4th quarter profits will be.”


She slipped her pump back on her foot, smoothed down her black pencil skirt with the slit up the left thigh and began her presentation. For the next 30 minutes she thoroughly defined what the after market figures would be to Kibble & Prentice's newest client. By the time she was finished she was more than ready to get out of there. As the meeting adjourned she felt a strong vibration on her hip. Shaking Mr. Reynolds hand and bidding her boss a polite goodbye, she made her way out of the boardroom and headed down to her corner office. Her 5'3, 250 lb, honeyed frame sashayed confidently through the corridor, chestnut locks flowing behind her. She checked her blackberry just as she entered her office. It was a text that simply said “I Want You”. She smiled to herself as she eased into her reclining leather office chair. After checking a few last minute emails and shutting down her PC she packed up her briefcase, locked her desk then headed out the door. The weekend was here and she was tickled pink about it. By the time she made it to the garage she had removed her blazer and slid on a pair of Gucci shades. She hit the alarm on her brand new jaguar and slid into the butter leather seats. It was a beautiful summer day so she skipped the A/C, and rolled all her windows down. Connecting her Ipod to her sound system, she put her car into motion and headed home.


As she eased her way through traffic she reflected on the past few months. She had worked herself virtually to death. Her new promotion to Senior Accountant had not come without it's share of drawbacks. It kept her constantly busy, she could not remember the last time she hadn't either brought work home or went into the office over the last 12 consecutive weekends. She felt she needed to prove herself. At only 26 she was indeed an over achiever. Numbers had always fascinated her, so it was no surprise to anyone when accounting became her field of choice. Graduating Summa Cum Luade from the Wharton School Of Business, she easily networked herself right onto the perfect career path and now it was all paying off. She had beaten out two extremely qualified candidates for the highly sought after promotion based on her work ethic, skill and a little well placed brown nosing. When the news was announced it was a shock to almost everyone except Chyenne. Immediately she had lost several friends, but she expected that. Things always changed when you became the boss. Especially when you were a person of color. The whispers hadn't gone unnoticed by Chyenne, whether it was that she got the job because she was black or that she got the job by sleeping with her boss. She never let them phase her . If anything those rumors, the fake smiles and friends who suddenly vanished only pushed her to work harder. To prove to them all that despite what they thought or said, she got her job by being the best at what she did, hands down. As she coasted through traffic and headed home she got lost in the thought that this weekend was indeed a much needed break.


About 25 minutes later she was pulling up to her 30 story luxury apartment building. She parked her car in the underground garage and made her way into the lobby. “Good evening Ms. Aires” said the front desk clerk as her heels clicked across the marble tile.


“ Hi Michael, how you doing today?” she smiled.


“I'm good ma'am, how about you?”


“So happy it's the weekend I can't even explain it”


“I understand completely” he said as she pushed the call the button.


“Did I get any mail today?” She inquired while she waited.


“Nope not today Miss.” He replied


“Hmmmm OK” she mused as the bell dinged and the doors to the elevator opened.


“Well enjoy your weekend ma'am”


“I plan to. You do the same sweetie” she called out as she waved her hand behind her.


The large doors closed, she rode up to the 26th floor, fished out her keys and made her way into her spacious 2 bed/ 2 bath condo. She had bought the pricey piece of real estate exactly 72 hours after her promotion. When she wasn't working she was usually busy getting the place in order. Today was the first day she could actually walk in and not have to work on anything. It was finished. Everything was exactly where and how she wanted it. She closed the door behind herself and just breathed it all in. She was quite pleased with how it had all come together. The hardwood floors had been worth the extra money, the granite counter tops went perfectly with her top of the line kitchen appliances and the floor to ceiling windows let the sunlight shine in beautifully across the entire space. She was delighted just looking at it.


Chyenne dropped her keys on the antique table by the door and made her way to the bedroom. She stopped momentarily to place her briefcase in her home office and closed the door. She didn't even want to think about work for the next 48 glorious hours. Once inside her sprawling bedroom she began to undress almost at lightening speed. First she took off her shoes placing them in her closet on the specially made rack. Next came the simple black satin shirt. Her french manicured fingers moved nimbly over the buttons until her red demi-cup bra was in full view, her luscious 48 triple D breast swelling to the top. Next Came her skirt which she unzipped and shimmied out of with ease, leaving only her matching red thong on. She placed the clothes in her hamper, quickly pulled on a pair of fresh ankle socks, some white short shorts and an oversized football jersey. She gathered her hair up in a ponytail, removed the sterling silver jewelry she was wearing and headed to the kitchen. She was famished.


For the last few weeks she had been shopping filling her fridge, pantry and cabinets with all of the food, goodies and drinks she could think of. She rarely had the time or was in the mood to come home and prepare a large meal so her kitchen hadn't really been broken in. Today she planned to rectify that. She entered the kitchen knowing exactly what she wanted to cook. Since it was a Friday night and she didn't really want to get too complex she settled on grilled seafood po' boy sandwiches. She reached in her freezer and pulled out the jumbo tiger shrimp and large sea scallops. She filled two bowls with fresh cool water and emptied the shrimp and scallops in. She would need to defrost and clean the shellfish before she seasoned them for cooking. While she waited she walked over to her BOSE stereo system that was wired throughout her entire condo and turned it on. Immediately the sounds or Ne-Yo filled her ears. As he sang about being sick of love songs Chyenne danced her way back into the kitchen. Swinging her full round hips as she emphatically sang along she pressed on making her meal. She began to arrange her seasonings, and pulled out the garnish for her sandwiches. She chopped fresh romaine lettuce and sliced ripe plum tomatoes. Next she pulled together ingredients for her homemade tartar sauce. A healthy helping of mayo, sweet relish, black pepper and vinegar were mixed together in a bowl and placed back in the fridge. Finally she moved onto cleaning and seasoning her fish. She took great care to remove the rubbery membrane from the scallops as well as with deveining the shrimp. She seasoned the food with fresh garlic, shallots, white pepper, paprika, sea salt, parsley, lemon and just a hint of Parmesan cheese. Just as she was done one of her favorite songs came on and she was compelled to take a dance break. Chyenne grooved like she was in a club. She closed her eyes, worked her hips and damn near dropped it like it was hot. She was having a ball all by herself, so she never even heard him enter the apt. Standing 5'10 he weighed in at about 275 lbs. His dark amber eyes locked in on her as soon as he walked through the door. He beamed a blinding white smile in her direction but she was too busy working it to even notice him. He loved when he caught her like this, dressed down, off guard, simply enjoying herself. It had been so long since they had spent any real time together. His position as partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city always kept him so busy and since her recent promotion she was always on the go as well. They had managed to get in a few very short lunches and one or two dinners, but nothing that would amount to any significant time. He didn't realize until that very moment just how much he had missed her. The playfulness of her, his precious babygirl.


She had mentioned to him that this would be her first weekend off from work as well as her first weekend in the finished condo. So he made it his business to clear his entire schedule for the next two days. He needed to reconnect with her. He continued to watch her as she lifted her shirt to reveal those tiny white short shorts he loved so much. He could see just the slightest bit of cheek peeking out of the bottom, teasing him into arousal. He felt his blood pump and suddenly he was overtaken with a primal urge to have her. He entered the kitchen quickly pulling her against him by the waist. She froze for a second momentarily frightened by his presence. Chyenne looked up, quickly registered who it was and pulled away. Both relieved and enraged she wailed,


“Terrence you scared the shit outta me.”


“I'm sorry” he replied as his hands caressed her backside and his lips moved to her neck.


“I could have cut you. You see I have this knife in my hand” she continued.


“MmmmmmHmmmm” was all he uttered as he continued to feel her up.


Not wanting to give in to the feeling of his hands on her body she pushed away from his grasp. Eying him up and down she asked “Ummmm what exactly do you think you're doing?”


Not one to be deterred from his current course of action he recaptured her in his embrace.


“What does it feel like?” he responded.


“It feels like you came into my house, scared the hell out of me and now you're trying to molest me in my kitchen”


“That sounds about right” he said as he slid his hands up her jersey caressing her spine.


“Well you can forget about it. I'm cooking.”


She tried to pull away from him but his grip was much too tight this time. He tilted her chin up towards him and for the first time since he had made his presence known he looked her in the eye. Her knees nearly went weak from the raw intent she saw there. He calmly spoke “Now Chy, I have been at work all day, haven't seen you for weeks, I come in and find you shaking this oh so fuckable ass in these itty bitty shorts and you really think you're about to deny me what I want?” Terrence pressed his hardness up against her making his point even clearer. She loved to provoke him because she knew how much of a turn on it was for him to exert his power and be in control, so she looked up at him sweetly, leaned in and seductively whispered “Yes.” Quickly she pulled away and tried to make her escape from the kitchen. She was almost there when he caught her by the back of the shirt and slammed her against the wall. He reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat. “Be a good little cum slut and don't fucking move.” he growled. She knew better than to try him again. He lifted her jersey up and over her head, then tossed it out of the kitchen. He could see from her heavy breathing that already she was getting excited. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra, craving to be licked. He reached down and lowered the cup revealing the chocolatey bud. Slowly he rolled it between his index finger and thumb. He watched as her eyes closed and her back arched. She was aching for him to take the tender flesh into his mouth. Carefully he bent his head, snaked his tongue out and gently licked around her aureola. He heard her inhale sharply and when he closed his lips around her nipple she exhaled on a deep satisfied moan. He quickly moved on to her other breast giving it the same tender treatment as he had it's twin. While his mouth teased one nipple he used his free hand to please the other until they were both hard as diamonds. Satisfied he began to move slowly down her body. Chyenne's moans grew louder as Terrence proceeded to explore her physique. He kissed his way along her full belly making sure to dip his tongue in her bellybutton. Before long he was at the top of her shorts. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and gave a slight tug down, revealing her red thong.


“Mmmmmmmmmm sexy” he moaned.


He removed her shorts and inched his way back up her thighs, slowly moving his fingers closer to her core. Before long he was palming her womanhood as she ground her hips into his hand. He could could feel her wetness coating her thong and pushed his middle and ring finger upwards to add even more pressure.


“Oh god” Chyenne cried as she collapsed against him.


“You like that huh?” Terrence probed as he continued his manipulation of her very essence. Chyenne craved a release and rocked her hips back and forth against his hand until she felt she would lose her mind.


“Fuck, Terry” she whispered as his fingers finally entered her and she floated off in orgasmic bliss. He watched entranced as she bucked against his hand. She was so utterly sexy like this. Mouth open, head thrown back, eyes closed as she pulled on her own nipples, cumming so hard he could feel her pussy squeeze his fingers.


Chyenne slumped against the wall as she caught her breath, coming down from the high of her orgasm. She opened her eyes to find Terrence now looming over her, eyes glazed over with pure lust. Before she could say a word he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. His tongue battled hers into submission coaxing little whimpers out of her. When he pulled away she was breathless and wanting more, but he had other plans. Placing his hand on her shoulder slowly he added pressure bringing her to her knees. She licked her lips as she came face to face with his bulge. Deftly she unbuckled his belt and pants dropping them to his ankles. His blue boxer briefs soon followed suit and with no hesitation she took him deep into her mouth, slowly twirling her tongue as she withdrew. Instinctively his hands went to her hair. Grabbing hold of her ponytail, he worked his hips with the rhythm of her stroke. At first they went slow as he savored the feeling of her warm velvety mouth, but as his moans picked up so did the pace of his hips. Soon she was no longer in control, he was, as he plowed his dick in and out of her mouth, giving her face a thorough fucking. Soon she was moaning just as much as he was. The more he fucked her face the wetter she became. She could feel her pussy throb as it craved the treatment her mouth was getting. As he continued to plow her mouth, going deeper and deeper down her throat she moved her hand between her legs and began to feverishly rub her clit.


“Mmmmm such a hungry little bitch” He moaned as she swallowed his length over and over again. All she could do was moan her agreement. The vibration from her throat were more than he could take. He slammed his hips into her face and released wave after wave of his cream. Addicted to his taste Chyenne continued to suck, milking out every drop he had to offer. Only when he couldn't take it anymore did he pull her mouth off of him with an audible pop. Terrance stumbled back and leaned against the counter. Looking down at her, with her lips swollen and wet, hair tousled and her hand in her panties, he was instantly rejuvenated. She watched as his dick grew back to life and lunged at it for another taste. He caught her just as she licked the head and brought her to her feet. In one fluid motion he bent her over the counter top, moved her thong to the side and surged into her tightness. Almost immediately he felt her walls squeeze him and gush all over his dick. She was cumming hard. She bucked on his dick and screamed for him to fuck her harder. Overcome with lust he pulled her hair and began to slam himself into her, over and over, harder and harder. It felt like she never stopped cumming. One orgasm crashed right into the next. He pounded into her wildly.


“Fuck me Terry, Fuck your little slut” she screamed at the top of her lungs.


“Shut the fuck up and take this dick” he growled as he hammered her pussy.


Chyenne pushed back on his dick meeting him stroke for stroke. Clenching her walls every time he withdrew. The pressure was building up to monumental proportions as she felt her body begin to explode. She couldn't take it any longer. As Terry worked her pussy for all it was worth she felt her world splinter. Her body went rigid and she opened her mouth to cry out but nothing escaped. Her pussy squeezed him so tight he could barely pull out of her and then he felt it. The river she released on him was unbelievable. She literally covered his dick in her cream. The feeling, the sound, and the sight of it all was too much for his mind and body to take. He felt the heat rise from his balls and shoot out of him like a bullet. He crushed her body to him as he pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into her. Sweat pouring from their bodies they both lay there unable to move. Soon his weight was too much for her to take and Chyenne shifted allowing their bodies to disconnect. Terry pulled back giving her room to breath. His dick hanging in front of him limply. Thirsting for one last taste of him Chyenne dropped to her knees and began to gingerly clean his length with her tongue.


Gathering his thoughts he gently stroked her hair.


“Mmmmmmmm damn such a good girl” he murmured


Once she was done he slid down to the floor and pulled her into his arms. Kissing her cheeks and forehead he grinned at her and asked playfully.


“Now what's to eat woman?”


“Such a caveman. You would be hungry after all that.” she laughed


“That's right. Now make me some food woman” He said gruffly pushing her further into the kitchen on her butt. She stood up grabbed her clothes and headed towards her bedroom. “After we shower Mister” she chimed. He watched her walk away, then removed his pants and soon followed. By the time he got to the bedroom she was already naked and in the shower lathering up. He stepped in behind her and whispered “Let me.” He took the loofah out of her hand and as he lathered her back she thought to herself, this is gonna be one great weekend.