Interest Deferral

Antoine was waiting for insurance proceeds from the hurricane. But given the number of claims against the insurance company, it was expected the payout would be delayed. And the other locations, still under construction, weren't producing income yet. And the first payment was due to Victor Franks. Antoine needed time; and Victor Franks was only willing to give him that time in exchange for one thing.

"I'm sure this will be a temporary condition, Mrs. Jefferson," Victor observed dryly. His hand was on her leg. Antoine burned with shame and anger across the table.

"I'll do whatever it takes to speed this along," Antoine promised Elizabeth.

"Two days a week, Mr. Jefferson. I wouldn't keep your wife waiting too long, you don't want the number of days to increase. You're dismissed, Mr. Jefferson."

Antoine didn't make eye contact with his wife, ambling out, looking at the floor. Victor pursed his lips, watching the defeated man leave.

"I've asked the staff to bring up some lobster and a fine vintage, Mrs. Jefferson. And of course, we have someone on hand to help with your child during your stays."

"Why are you doing this?" Elizabeth asked coldly, chewing her inner cheek until it almost bled. "I've done nothing to you."

"You're an attractive woman," Victor observed. "Voluptuous, good breeding, perhaps not the sharpest tool in the shed, but well-mannered. I'm widowed far before my time, endowed, wealthy, and intelligent. We'd make an ideal pair."

Elizabeth frowned, but there was some truth to his words. She found him handsome from the get-go, and there was an innate intelligence there that she'd only experienced with Douglas. And he was much older than she was, which actually appealed to her as well. She'd always come to prefer the company of mature, reserved men over the unpredictable jocks and frat boys. And if he actually was endowed ...

He interrupted her reverie with a kiss, the older, bespectacled man taking his time with her, tasting her lip gloss and letting his tongue delve between her lips. She didn't expect to reciprocate -- it was raw how she'd left things with Antoine, and there was the deep confusion with LaDonna -- but something unlocked in her in that moment, and long moments passed, just the two of them enjoying an extended kiss before the staff showed up with lobster and wine.

She enjoyed Victor's company, and he made sure to impress her with his deep knowledge across a variety of subjects. And by the time he was guiding her head between his thighs, revealing his fat, 9 inch prick, Elizabeth was very into the moment.

"God ... you are big," she gushed, the wine talking. Thankfully she'd had some milk in bottles before this impromptu trip for Marcel.

"Thank you," Victor said. "Your mouth feels delectable." He stroked her hair, praising him, and those were the moments she loved. Her with a Black man, just the two of them in the universe, his praise, and her efforts to meet that praise. Soon, she'd laved his cock, his balls, his thighs, his ass, his feet, tasting every inch of him, memorizing the smell, the taste, the responses.

He looked down at her as he mounted her, his mouth sliding down to suck on her heavy, milk-filled breasts. She moaned audibly, her cunt creaming, as he started to feed off her at the same time he fed her. He slid his thick prick deeper and deeper inside her, and her toes curled as she had a violent orgasm. She realized that after the blowout, this was the first cock she'd had. And she knew he was angling to be the last cock she'd ever had, as he pounded away at her, his visage straining as her cunt milked at him wantonly, finally exploding, thick rich torrents of cum filling her cunt, and bonding them, at least for the night.