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I had to have more, and that’s just the bottom line of it. Brenda was just such a beautiful girl, I had to have all of her that I could.
While taking one of my daily walks with my wife, it dawned on me that there was a whole wing of the facility with empty rooms. After the walk, Anabelle needed to lay down in our room. I made sure she had everything she needed to be comfortable, as usual, and sat with her until she drifted off to sleep. Then I went back to the empty wing, and was disappointed that all of the doors were locked. My thought was, if I could get into one these rooms, I would have privacy with Brenda.
I watched what went on in that wing for a couple of days, which was nothing. Because there were no residents in that area yet, no staff went to any of the rooms. It was almost like it was roped off from the rest of the facility; I just didn’t know how I would get into one of the rooms.
I thought to talk to my buddy on the maintenance staff. He was a middle-aged guy who I had conversations with about sports and cars. The next time I saw him, he was chippier than usual. He said he hit a small lottery, and I congratulated him. Then I engaged him in one of our usual conversations before asking for my favor.
“You know those rooms down the back hallway?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are they kept locked?”
Colin shrugged, “well, to keep someone from wandering in there. If one of you was in there that we didn’t know about, and you got hurt, we wouldn’t know where you were to help.”
I nodded, “That makes sense.”
“Why, you looking for a bachelor pad?” he laughed.
“Do you have a key?” I didn’t laugh.
He looked at me, and lowered his voice. “I can’t do that, Mr. Callahan. I’d probably get in real trouble.”
I looked around, then fished money out of my pocket. “I’m just looking for a quiet place to relax in for an hour or two,” I offered a $50 bill to him.
“If something were to happen to you in there, I’d be liable; the company would be liable. I could lose my job just from letting you in there.”
“I’m healthy, Colin. You’ve never seen me need help from the nurses.”
“Somebody might see you go in; there’s traffic nearby.”
“I only need it on the weekends, when the office staff is gone.”
He looked at the money.
“At our home, I had my den, I had the garage, I had just about any room that my wife wasn’t in to have some time to myself. You know how small the living quarters are here, and there is no other room to go to. It’s either in the room with her, or out in one of the open areas. A man needs someplace to go where he can scratch himself in peace, you know?”
“Yeah, I bet,” he laughed.
I offered him another $50. “More winnings for you.”
“Look, I can’t give you a key, but when I leave on Fridays, I could unlock a door.”
I smiled, and tucked the money in his shirt pocket, “Just let me know the room number.”
“But you’ve got to make sure you don’t get caught; and if you get caught, my name does not get brought up.”
“Absolutely!”
“And make sure you don’t leave any sign you’ve been in there. Crumbs on the floor, wrinkled sheets, nothing.”
“There’s no way I’ll ruin this for myself, or get you in trouble.”
“You’d better not,” he shook my hand. “Needs a place to scratch in peace,” he laughed to himself going down the hall.
I began counting the hours until Friday; it was only Tuesday.
Brenda came into work that evening, in the standard uniform. I waited to smile at her, but she barely looked in my direction. As dinner went on, I felt like an idiot for making arrangements to take things farther when she may regret where they had already gone. I kept watching her, without being obvious about watching her, but she avoided eye contact the whole time.
When dinner was over, I walked my wife back to our room and we sat watching the evening news. My wife went to sleep around 8. Nine thirty eventually came, and I went out to get some air. I walked around the residential portion of the facility, speaking to nurses and other residents who were up, but I actually was trying to avoid the lobby. After the distance she kept at dinner, I didn’t want the disappointment of Brenda not being there.
I passed the empty dining area, then went around the corner by the lobby; Brenda was on the bench, in a skirt. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hello, Mr. Callahan,” she blushed.
I sat beside her, and asked what was going on at school. As she talked, I put my hand on her knee and gradually moved it onto her thigh. She got goosebumps and the tone of her voice changed the higher my hand got.
She finished telling me about her classes and practices, and asked how I was doing. I told her I was nervous about seeing her today, and asked her about dinner.
“I had no idea how to act when you came in, and no idea what to say. I couldn’t have acted normal, so I just pretended like you weren’t there.”
“I didn’t like that,” I put pressure on her thigh for her to part her legs more.
She parted them more, “I’m sorry.”
“I can see how this is scary for you, but if you want to do it, you have to trust me that I’ll protect you.”
“Protect me?”
I moved my hand so that the side of it touched her pussy through her panties, which were wet. I also saw her eyes flutter. “This is all my idea, you understand? If we are found out, I would leave the facility before I let them punish you this.” I pressed the side of my hand against her more, and moved it up and down a little. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” I stopped my hand.
“Yes,” Mr. Callahan.
“Good girl.” I told her I had a surprise for her, as I rubbed against her pussy more. “I’ve got a place for us to go. Other than here in the open.”
“Where?”
“One of the empty rooms that no one goes to.”
“What?” she asked through a slight moan.
“There are some empty rooms down a hallway that no one ever goes to — not staff, residents, nor maintenance.”
“How are we gonna get in one then?”
“I made a deal with someone on the staff to leave a room open for me.”
She moved back, “You told them what you wanted the room for?”
I pulled her back close to me, “Of course not. I told him I needed a place to relax by myself, which I do, but I didn’t tell him anything else.”
“What is it you expect to happen in the room?”
I shifted and changed hands so that I could do more than rub against her pussy, “Just quiet time with you, where we’re not in the open worried about being caught.” I moved my middle fingers along her pussy, causing her to squirm. “I really enjoy our time out here, but you know I want to see more of you. All of you.”
She let out a heavy breath, “Okay, Mr. Callahan.”
I rubbed her pussy some more, then moved her panties aside to slide my finger in. She tensed up, then let out a moan. “You like this?”
She nodded her head quickly.
“Better than last time?”
“Oooooh, I like them both.”
I added a second finger, “Yeah?”
She nodded her head again. “I thought about you that night.”
“Good. Tell me about those thoughts.”
“I thought about how I liked your hands on my body. How they felt different from guys my age. And about how you talked about my skin.”
“That made you feel good?”
“That made me feel wonderful,” she moaned.
I worked my fingers faster, “What did you do about it?”
“I masturbated,” she said shaking her head like it was a secret she didn’t want to hide. I rubbed my clit until I came. And then I still couldn’t sleep, so I used my fingers until I came again.”
“Thinking about me, both times?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“A white man enjoying your chocolate body?”
She nodded.
“Let me hear you say it.”
She bit her lip.
“Say it, or I’ll stop.”
“No,” she put her hand on mine to keep my fingers in.
“Say it, Brenda,” I pushed back against her hand to slide my fingers partially out.
“A white man enjoying my chocolate body,” she whined.
“You liked it?”
“Yessss.”
I moved my fingers out more, “Say it all.”
She pressed her lips together, until she couldn’t stop me from taking my fingers out of her. “I liked a white man enjoying my chocolate body,” she admitted with a deep groan.
“Good slut,” I whispered, pushing my fingers back in, then banging her with them.
She moved her hand to clutch the arm of the bench, “Yesssss.”
I saw headlights turn into parking lot, but I wasn’t going to stop. “Your ride is here, so you better hurry and cum.”
Her eyes shot open and she looked out the window, “Oh shit!” She sat up a little, but didn’t close her legs. “I gotta go!”
“Then cum!” I worked my fingers faster.
Her eyes fluttered, then she sank back down for me do go deeper in her.
“Good slut! You know not to leave until I’m finished with you!”
She covered her mouth with both hands.
“You want me to have this pussy, no matter what, don’t you?”
She squealed into her hands as her pussy convulsed on my fingers.
When she calmed down, I slide her panties off and wiped her pussy with them. “I can’t wait to really enjoy you.”
The car horn blew, and she jumped up to grab her bag.
I put her panties to my nose, “Do you work Saturday?”
“Breakfast and lunch,” she started to leave.
“I’ll see all of you then.”
“Yes, Mr. Callahan.
——
Friday came. Just before it was time to go to dinner, Colin came to me and said Room 788 was unlocked. I saw Brenda come out to serve dinner, but she wasn’t on our bench later that night.
Saturday morning she was there serving breakfast. I left her a note I wrote when she didn’t show up last night. I told her I hoped everything was all right, and told her the room number.
I made my way to the room without being seen. All the general stuff was in place for someone to move in — bed, linens, chair. The electricity worked in the room, and the water was on. Aside from looking forward to seeing Brenda, it was nice to have a quiet, private place. I eventually fell asleep on the bed waiting for her.
I woke up, and made sure no one would be able to tell anyone was in there. At lunch, I had a note from Brenda at my plate. She said she had a date last night, that’s why she didn’t stay, and as much as she wanted to tell me about the date today, she just wasn’t sure about being in a private room with me. When I saw her, I tucked away my disappointment and smiled to let her know it was okay.
I guess I turned up the pace too soon, and she was backing off. She worked two night that following week, and we didn’t sit together on our bench either of them.
Saturday morning, there was a note at my plate again. Brenda wrote that she was called in because someone was sick. She asked if there was a room she could freshen up in between meals.
I wrote 792 on the note, and left if for her when I took my wife to our room. She laid down for her usual nap, and I made my way to the unlocked room. Almost an hour passed before Brenda got there, with a duffle bag over her shoulder. I made sure no one saw her, and locked the door.
“I was so mad when they called me this morning; I had no intention of being in here,” she whispered. “When I know I’m coming in, I shower the night before, so I don’t have to do as much to get ready in the morning. I had to quickly wash up at the sink to get her ontime, and I still just feel icky. Is it okay for me to shower in here, or will someone hear the water?”
“Well, the best way to find out is for me to go out while you run the water to see if I can hear it.” I left the room, and went down the hall, trying to look inconspicuous in case anyone came by. I was incredibly excited to think about Brenda showering, and couldn’t wait to go back and offer to put lotion on her.
After about 10 minutes I went back to the room; Brenda was still in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear the shower running. What I did hear was light splashing. The door was half open, so I went in. Brenda had run a bath, and was sitting surrounded by bubbles.
“I take it you didn’t hear the water running out there.”
I shook my head, “I didn’t hear a sound.”
“On Saturday mornings when I don’t have to be here, I usually take a bath.” She went on talking as she washed her legs.
Feeling my knees tremble a little, I sat on the toilet. I listened as best I could as I watched her hands wash over her body.
As she talked about her different routines, she moved in the water. Her movements and the decreasing amount of bubbles allowed me to see more and more of her body. Her chocolate-brown nipples were tight and hard, and glistening. When she stood up, the water cascaded wonderfully down her round ass. Little by little she turned to face me, and I finally saw the naturally full bush above her pussy.
I was so lost in the moment, she had to ask me three times if I would go get her towel off the bed before I actually moved. I grabbed her towel, and saw her standing in the bathroom doorway when I turned to go back.
“Would you mind drying me off?” she asked as suds and water dripped from her body.
I was going to have a mess to clean up, but hell if I cared at that point. “I’d love to,” I smiled. I sat in the chair with her towel in my hands, and she came to stand in front of me. I leaned over and started at her legs, going up and down her calves, then up and down her thighs. I put the towel across my lap, and asked for her foot. She balanced herself, then held her foot up. I took my time drying her toes because of the view of her pussy I had. It was still wet and sudsy, but I didn’t rush to get to it.
I asked her to switch feet. When she did, she put her toes against my dick.
“Sorry,” she grinned, pulling her foot back a little.
“Accepted,” I smiled back.
“I was so scared to do this. I’m scared of getting caught; and I’m scared of standing in front of you naked like this. I mean, what does this say about me?”
I stood up and moved behind her to dry her back, letting her question hang. She was almost a foot shorter than me, so I had to squat to reach around to dry her hips and pussy.
She took a breath, “What does this say about me that I enjoy you touching me like this so much? That I couldn’t stop thinking about it almost all the time?
“What do you think it says?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “That I’m a freak?”
I stood up and dropped the towel, “It says to me that you are a young woman whose body loves getting the attention.”
“Jerome gives me attention.”
I reached around to cup her tits, “So why aren’t thinking of Jerome touching you?”
“I don’t . . . ”
I squeezed her tits, hard, “Why aren’t you thinking of Jerome, Brenda?”
She took a breath, “He’s not you.”
“And what am I?”
“Mr. Callahan,” she moaned.
I moved my hands down her tits until her nipples were in between my thumb and index finger, and pinched them, “What . . . am I?
“A white man,” she yelped.
“Go on,” I smiled.
“An older white man.”
“And you want me to have this black body,” I kissed her neck.
Her body trembled, “Ohhhhh.”
I released her nipples, and cupped her breasts again. Her nipples were so hard they could have poked a hole in my palms. I went back to kissing her neck as I squeezed. Her young body pushed back into me as she moaned.
She put her hands on mine, and moved my left hand down to her pussy. She put her foot on the chair, and guided my fingers right to her soaked clit. I massaged it, while pinching her nipple, while kissing her neck, until I felt her have an orgasm.
I held her up as her body shook. When it was over, she turned in my arms and kissed me. I wasted no time wrapping my arms around her and kissed her back. We held that kiss for a long time; my hands traveling up and down her back to her ass.
“Ohhhhh, Mr. Callahan,” she broke the kiss.
“Are you okay?”
“I am fantastic!”
I sat down, and pulled her to my lap. Her nipple was right at my face, so I licked it, “You are truly incredible, sweetheart.” I ran my hand along her muscular leg, and sucked her nipple when she pulled my head closer to her. I wanted to suck on her nipples long before we started flirting, and was enjoying the hell out of this moment.
“Will you make me cum again?” she asked between shorts breaths. “Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“My slut needs to make me cum.”
“Yes, sir.”
I moved her from my lap, “Ever suck a white dick?”
She shook her head as she stood there.
I opened my pants and pushed down my underwear, “But you have sucked dick?”
She nodded.
I took one foot out of my pants so I could open my legs, “Then suck.”
She got on her knees between my legs, and quickly started sucking.
“No,” I grabbed her head and pulled her off. “Lick it.”
She put her tongue out and swiped at it.”
“No,” I guided her head around my dick, teaching her how to lick it. “Now open your mouth, slut.” She did, and I guided her mouth on it, “Let it slide past your dick-sucking lips, and don’t let your teeth touch it.” I pulled her head down until I felt the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. “Make your mouth tight, like you’re trying to suck a thick shake through a straw.” She did, and it felt great, “Good slut!” I tightened my grip in her hair, and moved her head up and down on my dick. I intended to let go, but didn’t. It had been so long since a mouth was on my dick. I moved her head faster and faster, I she gripped my thighs, whining. I began pushing my dick into her mouth as pulled her head down on it, and she patted my thigh like she was tapping out. I didn’t stop until I came down her throat.
She fell back when I let go of her head, trying to catch her breath, and opened her legs to rub her pussy. It was very wet, and there were a few white streams along her inner thighs.
“Did you cum from sucking me?”
She rubbed her clit fast and hard, “from . . . you mak-making me . . . suck it,” she said as best she could as she came. Her body shook, then she curled up on her side.
I got her off the floor, and sat on the bed with her on my lap. “Were you trying to get me to stop when you were hitting my leg?”
“That’s when I was cumming.”
“You are wonderful.”
“A wonderful slut?” she giggled.
“Yes, a wonderful black slut. And I am really going to enjoy you.”
“We noticed we had less than an hour before lunch, and she needed to start setting up. As she cleaned herself up, I cleaned up the wet spots on the carpet and in the bathroom. Once Brenda was dressed, I checked the hall before letting her go out. She gave me a kiss, then went to get ready for the lunch service.
I left the room just like I had found it, cleaned myself up in my room, then woke up my wife to go to lunch. Brenda and I related to each other as if nothing happened – as best we could.
*© ADM*
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