Marlee: Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Marlee: Chapter 03

When it comes to trading whores, I am master. I like to be a black master to white women, too. Right now, I have two white whores. Their names are Marlee and her daughter, Sindi. I started with the worthless -- That's Marlee. She took a lot of special handling. Then I traded up to Sindi. She's priceless. Along the way, Marlee's husband, Fred, came into my possession. I sold him. He was worthless, but I traded up. Who am I, you ask? I am an investment banker. I buy stocks and sell them. I buy bonds and manipulate them to crash the market. Then I take the assets and sell for a handsome profit. White females are a commodity. White cunt and ass are worth a lot if you know the right buyers. The only problem for me is that I sometimes become too much involved. Take Sindi for example. I fell in love with Sindi. She didn't come to me scared and frail. She was prime cunt. I am constantly on the lookout for prime white cunt properties to buy and sell. Right now, I am looking at Felicity. She's 103 pounds and five-foot-one-inches tall. She's 28 years old. I estimate she is a 32C. Yes! That ass IS an asset. What drew me to this property was an ace of spades tattoo she had on the inside of her left ankle. She is a blonde with large, sensual lips. She has a thin, sexy nose and beautiful wide blue eyes. She has the kind of eyes that has lots of white space around the pupils. I saw her step into the elevator. I wanted to meet her so I hurried to make it before the door closed. I noticed that ...

... she pushed the forty-first floor so I pushed the forty-second. She looked at me and gave me those elevator eyes. I could tell right away that she was black curious. "Hello. I've never seen you here before," I lied. "My name is C.C. Just call me CC," I said. That was not a lie. I had hacked the HR files. I knew almost as much about her as she knew about herself. "Hi! I'm Felicity," she said with a smile. Over the next two weeks I managed to "accidently meet" Felicity in the elevator, in the train station, and even at the supermarket. Then I made my play. "Hey! We seem to keep bumping into each other," I lied again. "Yes, we do! Do you live around here?" she asked. "Yes!" I lied again. We continued to chat as we shopped. After checking out side by side, I approached her and asked to buy her coffee. She accepted. We went to a nearby sidewalk coffee shop and sat down. She told me almost as much about herself as I already knew. She was married. They lived in an apartment in this area of town. Her husband was a manager at a woman's department store. She told me what she did, but it was repetition to me. I already knew all about her. "Why don't we meet at 7 and go dancing?" I asked. She accepted without hesitation. *** I picked her up at her apartment. She invited me in and introduced me to her husband. "This is my husband, Austin," she said. "Glad to meet you, Austin. My name is C.C. Just call me CC," I said and laughed. He was dumpy and wore horn-rim glasses with tape on them. He ...