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Gisele's Story

... it, yes” when he looked to the ceiling. “Here you go. Thanks Gisele,” Jennifer handed me the papers to take back to Devin, shaking me out of my trance. I was so flustered I got lost on my way back to Devin’s office. I made a wrong turn, walking pass an office belonging to an editor, whose name I can’t remember. Her door was open; she was straddling a black man in the chair in front of her desk. “Yes! Yes!” she was crying out, his dark hands squeezing her breasts. I needed to cum. I wanted to finger myself silly in the women’s bathroom, but I assumed I’d be interrupted by another employee having sex with Fat Rob or one of the black models. I gathered my composure, quelled my curiosity of the black cock crazed staff, took a deep breath, and found Devin’s office. “Thank you so much,” She smiled taking the signed papers. “Got any plans tonight?” “Oh, no I sure don’t,” I replied. “Well I have a late flight tonight to LA, to take care of some urgent business there. I’ll be gone all next week. So I was wondering if you could take care of Ulysses for me while I’m gone,” she said. “Ulysses?” I asked. Was that her dog, cat, bird, or pet iguana? “Yep,” She flipped through the papers. “Once, twice, maybe even three times a day.” “Who is – “ her phone rang, interrupting me. Her brief call ended, she wrote down her address. “Be there tonight. It’s Friday, no work tomorrow, stay the night,” She said with a soft smile. “Uh, sure, I guess,” I said. “Thanks. I really appreciate it,” She said, ...

... packing up her laptop, getting ready to head to the airport. “I’ll let him know you’re coming.” Chapter 5 I suspected a black man would answer the door when I arrived. What I didn’t expect was how ridiculously hot he’d be. I adjusted my hair in the rearview mirror, checked my cleavage my new dress was exposing and made my way to the apartment. When he answered the door, I froze, my mouth dropped. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only draw-string blue pajama pants. My eyes drank in his muscles, his chest, his abs, his dark chocolate, perfect body. I couldn’t speak; luckily he did so for me. “You must be Gisele. Please come in. Devin told me you may be stopping by.” He extended his hand to me, I gulped and took it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Ulysses.” I nodded in return, too nervous to speak, quickly glancing away from his friendly smile. “Hey, it’s ok, just relax,” he told me, leading me into the apartment. “Sorry,” I said. Ulysses chuckled, “No need to apologize,” he told me. “Would you like some water before we get started?” Get started? I forgot why Devin invited me over. I was to “take care” of him. “Um, no, I’m good. Thanks,” I replied, watching him open the refrigerator, his back just as muscular as his front, a pony tail of dreads lying in between his huge shoulder blades. “Ok, have a seat then. I cleaned up some, hopefully I did a good job,” He laughed, gesturing to the couch in his living room. “So this is your place?” I asked. “Yeah,” he answered. “Oh, I thought I was going to ...