Just More Time

Victor's payday had arrived, and Antoine showed up with partial payment.

"I'm close, I swear, just a few more months ..." Antoine said. Victor looked at the briefcase full of cash distastefully. Beside him Elizabeth sat uncomfortably, in six-inch silver heels, a matching silk dress, and plenty of ritzy jewelry. He rested his palm on her upper thigh, pondering.

"You know what that means, don't you, Mr. Jefferson?" Victor asked. Antoine looked down.

"More days."

"That's right. I'm sure Elizabeth was counting on you to come through, weren't you, Elizabeth?" Victor said, his fingers splaying to rub her sex.

"Yes," Elizabeth said in a tiny voice.

"Well, four days it is," Victor said. The slender, rich Black man unzipped his pants, tucking out his long, fat prick, every bit the equal of Antoine's, and then some. Antoine looked at the sight, then started to get up to leave.

"No, no, Mr. Jefferson," Victor said. "I think the only thing that will properly motivate you is watching. Sit back down."

Antoine watched as Elizabeth polished Victor's wood, slow and deep, just like she did with Antoine. Then he pulled her dress up, exposing her tight, round ass as she squatted obscenely over her prick, taking it raw. He molested her breasts, causing her to moan loudly.

"Whose prick do you prefer, Elizabeth? Mine, or Mr. Jefferson's?" Victor asked, just loudly enough for Antoine to hear.

"Don't make me say it, please," Elizabeth begged. Victor slapped her ass sharply.

"Answer," Victor said curtly.

"Yours, Victor, yours," Elizabeth whined, as Victor started to drill her now, hips lifting up in time to meet her, causing her to orgasm violently. Then he looked at Antoine, just as cool and calm as ever.

"Pay me soon, Mr. Jefferson, or you may find you don't have a wife left for you by the time you do."