A Fucking Investment Ch. 06

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A Favor and Collecting a Fucking Dividend
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Part 6 of the 17 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 09/07/2012
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Chapter 6

A Favor and Collecting a Fucking Dividend

I woke Sunday morning to the sound of chimes. I stumbled down to the door and opened it on my own shock. It was barely light and Eve stood there in a long coat. "Eve?" I said, puzzled. I could not guess why she was at my door or why so early. I answered it in my briefs with a loose robe which, when I saw it was her, I let hang open.

"May I come in?" She shivered in the cool morning air.

I stepped back and shuffled into the kitchen. She followed. "Coffee or tea?"

"Tea." She said softly. I started the coffee maker with only water, no filter and turned around to look at her. Even this early in the morning, she was a vision, a lovely, sexy vision.

"You look unfairly sexy so early in the morning." I said. "Are you naked under that coat?"

Eve smiled, her large blue eyes glancing at me. She shrugged the coat off and showed me she was well dressed in a woven dress that stretched down perhaps past her knees. I inspected her lean body and then finally noticing the silence moved my eyes to hers. She was smiling a bit. "I have a favor to ask of you." She said while the water burbled behind me.

"A favor? Do we know each other that well yet?"

Eve smiled, looking down. "I love my husband and he loves me." She said.

I thought that was a curious response and said so but Eve ignored me. She seemed ill at ease but contained it within the sphere of her poise.

"I do not have much time. I need to go make breakfast for my husband. I need you to do something for me. My husband is leaving in two weeks and one of my best friends from college is arriving for a visit expecting to meet him. I need you to be my husband while she is here, while he is gone."

I goggled for a moment, struck dumb by the favor she was asking me. I shrugged. "You have not even kissed me and you ask this?" I said with a chuckle in my voice.

Eve held up a hand. "No. You do not understand." Her voice quavered. "I must explain so be silent and let me do so. My friend is a woman of considerable means. She is not a mean woman but perhaps bored, distracted, maybe bi-polar for all I know. In college, she made a hobby of . . . a . . . having the boyfriends of her friends. It became a joke, if your boyfriend had not a . . . "

". . . fucked . . . " I said helpfully. Eve ignored me.

" . . . been had by Shallow, the relationship was shallow."

"Wait. Shallow? Do you mean that is her name?"

Eve shook her head. "She was called that by the men because her, because she, her, she was shallow. Not intellectually but . . . " Her eyes pled for help and I accommodated her.

"She has a shallow pussy?"

Eve smiled thinly from gratitude. "Yes. Exactly. She always seemed tight, snug to anyone, regardless of size. Her name is actually Paula. But I am taking too long. I understand from my circle of friends that Shallow is on a mission to have the husbands of all her friends. She is nearly completed and has set her sights on John whom she has never met. I have kept myself and this life apart from being a Covington. John is part of this life and Shallow is part of that other life, the life I left."

"Where you and your friends offered your boyfriends to each other?" I asked. I wanted to bite my tongue for being cruel. Again. Something about this perfect woman made me want to both protect and hurt her. I felt both jealous of her life and contempt for how she seemed to suffer with it. I had the same thing, privilege, but I certainly did not have her poise, her noble manner or the gall to act like she suffered because of it. Everyone suffers with something but it is unseemly to be rich and complain about your misery. More than anything I wanted to lift her onto the kitchen table and fuck her just to see if she would still complain. Everything comes to him who waits; I wanted her to plead for it.

Eve shook her head. "I know the sort of man you are. I thought perhaps you could be decent to me and help. Shallow will want to have John and I do not want her to. Since John will be gone, I thought perhaps you could stand in for him as my husband and then Shallow could have what she wants."

"Without actually having him, you mean? You want me to fuck her for you while acting like you are my beloved wife?"

Eve blushed, just a light pink hue in her cheeks.

"Is she butt ugly?" I asked, pondering the advisability of this involvement.

"To the contrary, she makes me look plain."

I shook my head. "Helen of Troy could not make you look plain. Ok. I'll do it. But there is a condition."

"No." She said. "Be my friend or not. I will not abide any such condition that compromises my marriage or my family."

I shrugged. "Sorry I cannot be of help then. You are so insulting."

"Insulting?" Eve seemed genuinely puzzled, the first sign she took her rank and position for granted and expected people around her to fulfill her wishes without objection even, perhaps especially when it was to their detriment or at least inconvenience. She thought that letting you help was granting a boon. Good work if you can get it. This would change.

"Yes, insulting. You want me to believe that we can be friends? You want a favor and offer nothing in return because you are certain that I would demand something crass of you."

"You would ask something crass of me." Eve said.

"You wound me twice with one primal thrust." I stared into her eyes till she looked away. "But still you ask, knowing I will demand something of you." I rubbed a hand long my jaw. "If I were your friend, I would be able to count on you to aid me in some way, if I were in trouble. I cannot. I think you would always reserve the right to deny me. So let's make this a clear bargain. If you want to be friends, you have to prove that you will be there when I need you. Then I will match your faith. Till then, let's keep the accounts balanced."

"Fine. A favor deserves a favor."

"Very well, I will let your friend fuck me. I will be your slut. I only do this because I want to be your friend. What did you say about charity the other day?"

Eve colored. She used the downcast look again and it was too often. The illusion of the subservient woman, waiting and willing herself to the Man when she was nothing of the sort; it was an act but a good one.

"Eve, darling, I am going to fuck you, eventually. And you will come like you have never come before. You know this is going to happen, you think that it is all I care about. You are wrong. I never fuck a woman who cannot kiss. You have to kiss me, here, now. If you kiss me well, I will do as you ask and you owe me nothing more." I waited. When she did not immediately respond, I added into the silence, "I will earn rights to your body in some other fashion."

Eve regarded me the way she would look at a bridesmaid dress for her two ton cousin. "You have to give yourself to Shallow and make sure she thinks you are John when she leaves. You look enough like John that any mention of her conquest would be sensible."

"Does John know about this?" I asked. I saw the lie form in her mind. She spoke it with perfect delivery.

"Yes. We discussed it. I suggested that I find a friend to stand-in for him. He agreed it would make sense. He agreed."

Lies are great leverage once I found the way to apply it. "I am going to be gone for ten days." I said. "I leave Monday. You could come with me."

Eve glanced at me and smiled in spite of herself. No matter who it is, the feeling of being desired has a benefit. She shook her head so slowly I thought I was seeing things for a moment. It was well done, the illusion of indecision in her when there was none. The illusion of her make-up when all the way to the core of her being. "I have an estate board meeting." She said idly. "Everyone must be there so I cannot miss it. You understand, I hope?"

Just like that I had my first clue, so long as no one suspected anything. She was one of the board members but Val and Liza were not. Good, so far so good. I shrugged and nodded but did not speak.

"Shallow will be here on the 25th, so that is plenty of time. I will be in touch with the details."

I nodded and walked over to her, making no attempt to hide the erection growing at my crotch. I bent over and placed my lips against hers. Her mouth opened immediately and she kissed me for real, immediately. Her hand grasped the back of my head as her tongue flicked into my mouth and she made no attempt to pull away from me. I placed a hand on her breast and pressed it against her body. She shuddered but kept kissing me, reacting positively by pressing her body against me. I suddenly felt guilty and crass. But then I realized that she was proving her point, that I would be crass. She was a talent! I pulled back and turned away from her, desire coursing through me like a convulsion. Eve stood behind me and walked out of the kitchen, the door clicking behind her. I did not turn till I knew she was gone.

Monday morning came and Liza, Val and I shared a car to the airport. Our flights left within 30 minutes of each other but both were delayed. Val had worked out what she called a chart of charges which she reviewed with us. She identified a proposed value for sex to apply to their accounts. We reviewed it and tweaked it some but in general, it represented a good way to keep track of what they were doing for me and provided a fair limit to what they owed me. Just before they boarded, I added that husbands fucking them or any of my girls would be added to the exiting balance using the schedule of charges. I noted Ted fucking Liza Saturday night had gone on Val's account and Val was nearly apoplectic as she walked through the door to first class. I expected to hear from her immediately upon touching down but I heard nothing from them till about one in the morning.

The cell phone woke me from a sound sleep at my hotel. "Josh? Josh!" Liza was crying into the phone.

"Liza, what's wrong?"

"You said no marks. The good Prince has changed the rules. He is marking her, Val, right now with a cat o' nine tails. Josh, she's bleeding!"

"Put the Prince on the phone, right now."

There was some muffled discussion, punctuated by screams and then quiet sobbing. "Hello?" The heavily accented voice of Prince Myuea Entarrea came onto the phone, thick with arousal. "Joshua?" I used this alias with him and he understood. "You have provided for me well, I am grateful. Now leave me alone, I have not fucked them both yet."

"Are you marking them?" I asked in my best dark tone.

There was silence. My tone was effective. "Yes." The Prince said soberly. "I am sorry. I got too excited."

"You will not mark my women. It is a demonstration of disrespect I will not accept. You have broken your word to me and now you must be punished. You will put the women away tonight, safe and sound and unfucked. You have disrespected me so you will call me tomorrow morning with a solution, how I can punish you for this infraction. If it is a good solution, they will remain yours. If you despise me further, I will see you never touch another American woman! No marks!" I hung up.

The next morning Val called and thanked me for the rescue. She handed the phone to the Prince. He spoke without preamble, his voice tight and tense. "I have a sister. M'bara. She is yours. She is on a plane now for the US from our home. I will deliver her to you and she will be yours till you return home. You can use her in any fashion you wish and in this I refuse you nothing. Nothing." He paused. He waited. Finally, when I did not respond, he said; "Is that sufficient?"

"Is she ugly?" I asked, intentionally insulting him. I was protecting the women. He had to take me seriously or I was putting them in some jeopardy.

Liza's voice came on the phone. "She is hot. I have seen her picture and talked with her on SKYPE this morning. You could not do better. And Josh, we want to stay, okay?"

"So this arrangement will work for you?" I asked.

"We want you to fuck her. Perhaps you can share her with us later."

With that in place, I settled the matter with the Prince, completed my business and later that afternoon got on the next plane. At the destination airport, an African woman met me with a sign with my name on it. She stood at my gate so she must have arrived that day at the airport. I walked up to her.

"Mr. Gale?" She asked in a lilting African accent. She was not beautiful, she was sexual. Everything about her suggested sex. I shook my head. I was looking at a woman who had been given to me, the sister of a Prince. I nodded.

She extended a large hand, "I am M'bara. I am yours." She said softly. M'bara was about five eight with broad shoulders and the most prominent breasts I had ever seen on a woman. Her torso curved from her ass to her shoulders so that she appeared to be leaning forward, even when standing straight. Her breasts were the most forward part of her. Her belly slanted down to her powerful legs. Her ass was perfectly proportioned, shaped with her hips to direct all attention to the joining of her legs and the promise they offered. Her skin was coal black and she had nothing but stubble on her head. She wore a very short dress which showed off statuesque, powerful legs. She took me by the arm and led me away.

We sat side by side in the limo to the hotel. She looked at me several times but waited on me, not speaking. We arrived at the hotel and she looked surprised when I secured a private room for her. We boarded the elevator and when the door opened at her floor I said, "Nine for a late supper, I will come to your room. Enough time?"

M'bara nodded and without a word, exited.

I showered, shaved and changed. I lay on the bed and watched TV for a few minutes, till it was ten after nine. I got up and took the stairs the two floors down to M'bara's room. I knocked and she opened the door. She wore a brilliant white skirt which rode on her hips like a sail, flowing about her legs. It rose fully up one leg to her hip, revealing garters and her bare hip and the red string of her thong, visible just before she pulled down the thick, white sweater to cover it. The skirt swished closed as she stepped back into her room, a clear invitation. I, in turn, stepped back and she took the hint and followed me into the hall. The skirt dropped closed and her leg nearly disappeared—only a sliver of black skin showed in the white of the skirt when she stood still. I gestured for her to precede me to the elevator and she did. A black leg appeared with each stride and then disappeared as the skirt fell cleverly back into place. Her ass shifted behind her, flexing and throbbing as she walked making the skirt sweep back and forth. I followed.

We boarded a rising elevator which seemed to be stopping at every floor to let people off and take others on. I moved behind her and pressed my back to the wall, waiting for the couple in the corner to leave and then took their places. I lay a hand lightly on M'bara's hip and moved her over in front of me. She moved lightly, as though floating which surprised me given the way her body accented her every motion. I found the slit in her skirt and pressed a hand in between her legs. My other hand slipped under the sweater and clasped her breast, pressing against the stout bra cup that covered it. She did have a thong on. I pressed my hand against her cunt and she lay back against me. I looked over her shoulder at two women across the car who stood with their backs against the wall, facing into the car. They were watching us and whispering. Beneath their appraising, curious eyes, I decided that I wanted M'bara before we ate and smiled at the white woman who was staring at me. I rubbed M'bara's pussy and her ass pressed back against my cock. The blond woman, tall and angular stared at us. M'bara turned her head impossibly far and I kissed her. The car rose and the blond woman watched till the doors opened. Her companion stepped out of the car. I hit my floor and the woman hesitated.

"Come with us." I said. Her friend turned and watched with shock as the tall woman stepped back into the car.

"Get our table." She said to the other woman. I will be with you presently." The doors closed.

I turned M'bara completely around, pulling my hands from under her clothing. I took her head in my hands and kissed her hard. Her thick full lips kissed me back but her mouth did not open. I watch the woman watching us. I put my hand to M'bara's ass and clenched her body against mine. I broke the kiss as we neared my floor. "Come watch us." I said to the woman. "The price of admission is simple." The doors opened and the woman stood still, staring at me. I pushed M'bara out of the car and gestured for the other woman and after a slight hesitation she stepped out of the car. M'bara was walking towards my door and was soon out of sight around the corner.

I stepped through the closing doors. I lifted the hand I had placed between M'bara's legs to the woman's nose. She inhaled, closing her eyes. I slipped a hand around her waist and guided her down the hall. She trudged, as if asleep or drunk but without reluctance. M'bara was waiting at my door watching us approach. She did not smile but her eyes watched us. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling while her hands smoothed the skirt on her large thighs. I separated from the nameless blond woman, leaving her standing beside M'bara while I opened the door. They were a study in contrast. M'bara was thick of body and limb, every feature was accented with inviting, sexual size without subtlety. The blond was tall, taller than I in her golden high heels. She wore a gold wrap-around skirt and a blouse that gaped at her breasts showing flesh nearly to her stomach. She was angular, with shoulders that bowed forward over her chest, all bones and tendon lines in her neck and back which was bare but for a golden chain which held the half-blouse on her body.

I stepped inside the door behind her and pushed it closed, but did not let it latch. I stepped up to the bare back of the blond woman and slipped my hands around her, each hand inside her billowing blouse till I found her breasts. I put my head to her neck and kissed it between words. "You may watch me fuck this fine woman if you pay the price of admission." I said softly. She turned her head, bending back at me and twisting down, presenting her mouth to me. I kissed her softly on the lips.

"What is the price of admission?" She asked, opening her mouth and kissing me deeply again, trying to turn in my arms. My hands had found her breasts, small and delicate like two fawns. I held her still, not allowing her to turn in my arms.

"Your panties. I will keep them." I said. I pushed past her, leaving her standing between me and the door. She put out her hands, palms against the walls of the small corridor leading into my suite. Her eyes were lidded but alert. Then, ever so slowly, she bunched her golden skirt about her waist, grasped the white bikini panties the action revealed and pulled them down her slim, straight hips, down the attenuated thighs to her knees, where she released them while shifting her ankles together. The white panties dropped to her ankles. I turned to M'bara. "Would you, please."

The woman knew immediately what I wanted. M'bara knelt and lifted each foot and removed the panties and handed them to me. I stuffed them into my pocket then opened my pants. I withdrew my cock and turned M'bara to the wall. I began lifting her dress and she immediately bent forwards, putting her hands against the wall. I ran a finger up between her legs and felt the dampness there. With a single finger I pulled the strings which held the thong in place aside. M'bara arched her back, lifting her ass and I pressed my cock head against her body. She hissed. She put a hand between her legs, finding the slit then touching my cock. With her hand, she positioned my cock at her slit and then she pressed her body onto my cock. I grasped her by the hips and thrust against the natural resistance of her cunt. I pulled back and thrust forward again, back and forward, again and again till I had my cock planted completely in her from behind, pressed tightly against her perfect ass. I stirred my cock around in her molten cunt for a few moments and then pulled free of the blinding pleasure of being in her body. I wiped my cock on the tail of my shirt and did up my pants.

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