Janna awoke with a hangover, forcing herself to the bathroom for painkillers, a couple of Tums, and downstairs for milk and a protein bar before the nausea from the painkillers hit her already raw stomach. She collapsed in Wyatt's recliner, extended the fold foot rest and lay there with a wet cloth on her forehead until the meds kicked in. She dozed off, and awoke when the sun hit her eyes as it moved above the trees in the back yard to hit her square in the face. She looked at the clock for the first time. It was 10 a.m.

Janna shuddered when she recalled the previous evening. She knew she had been way over the line most of the night-at least her line. She smiled to herself wondering what Wyatt would say had he seen her. Flirting with another man, kissing him in public, and a black man as a bonus. Wyatt wanted her more open-well by gawd there it was. She wished she had taken a selfie with Laurent to show Wyatt.

At the same time Janna felt guilt, a hint of remorse, but also admitted to herself that she had enjoyed the evening and if she had it to do over again she would do the same thing. "It was business," she reasoned to herself at first, but then as she fixed her lunch and anticipated Laurent stopping by she knew it was something more than that. How much more she wasn't sure, but she quickly cleaned the house, showered, paid special attention to the details of her makeup, used her most expensive perfume, and then afraid Laurent might get the wrong idea she dressed down, opting for some loose short pants, flip flops, and a tank top. She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning at the tiny bit of bra fat on her back.

"What the hell," she said to herself, pulling the tank over her head, removing the bra and placing it back in the drawer, and thrusting her chest out at her reflection in the mirror. The top was a dark blue so her nipples pressing against the fabric was not as obvious had she been wearing a lighter color. There was a side of her that was emerging, the woman that delighted in shocking the two men at the bar the previous evening. She enjoyed flirting and teasing, and besides, she was lounging around the house and she rarely wore a bra there.

As she recalled the previous night she remembered pushing him down in the seat and laying on top of him to kiss him, and realized that despite the obvious attraction he had not made a move. She wondered if he had how much of a resistance she would have put up. And even as she thought it there was a tiny voice deep inside wishing that he had tried to make a move. She had never dare tell anyone that she thought professional black men were sexy and exotic.

 

Laurent called to be sure it was OK to pick up the two photographs, and she leaned them up against the living room wall so that he could see them when he arrived. When he arrived she invited him into the living room and made him a drink.

"I said I would take these, but I want to see others, the more revealing ones," Laurent said. "I want to see your face in the photos."

Janna weighed the options, knowing that she and Wyatt would need the money from the photo sales, and if he was willing to buy nudes of her-maybe it was time she relented. That would give Wyatt something else to get turned on about when he came home.

"Excuse me and I will get more photos." Janna said.

 

Janna couldn't get the safe open. Laurent offered to help, and in that cramped space Laurent was able to get it open and Janna stepped out of the way so that Laurent could flip through the framed erotic glamour shots that Janna called Wyatt's dirty dozen. Laurent flipped through them slowly, and Janna felt her pulse racing from the closeness of his body to hers.

No one else was to ever see these nude sexy suggestive photos of her in what could only be called near-porn poses, and here she was showing herself, at least nude photos of herself, to this black man, offering these photos to him. Laurent flipped through them a second time, and leaving them in the safe stood up the tight space, Janna so close, her perfume in the air, he saw she was breathing heavier.

"I want to buy them all," Laurent said. "You name the price, but I want them."

"Uh, I...I mean..."

"And that is not all I want," Laurent said and pulled her into his arms, lowering his fact to her, locking their bodies in a long lingering kiss. Janna offered no resistance. She knew as she felt his hand move under her top and squeeze her bare breast that she didn't know when but had probably anticipated this moment and how she would respond to it days before in her subconscious. One thing she knew for sure now. Janna wanted him to take her. She also knew from his aggressiveness that he was going to do just that.

Laurent lifted her top off in the safe room and was kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples for 10 minutes, before taking her hand and leading Janna topless out from the cramped room. He was smiling, as he had made Janna orgasm from sucking on her nipples. Janna's nipples were the most responsive of any woman he had ever fucked. He left hickeys around her nipples that would stay there for a few days to mark her. Janna took the lead and led Laurent to the bedroom. He was carrying his jacket, shirt and tie and tugging the rest of her clothes off at the same time.

Janna had rubbed his cock through his pants and knew he was big, but she had no idea until she got Laurent into the bedroom and pulled his cock out. She almost passed out it at the size of him, so thick and looking like a huge chocolate lollipop. She wanted it in her mouth and started sucking him, but even as she did she wasn't sure she could take that big a cock inside her. It seems impossible. Janna wrapped her wrist around the base of his cock and with both hands stroked his cock. There was plenty of cock extending beyond her two hands around the shaft.

Laurent pushed her back on the bed, with her ass on the edge of the bed. He dropped to the floor on his knees and started eating her pussy. His tongue was as long as an average cock and he licked her slit, played with her clit with the top of his tongue and then started tongue fucking her, fucking her with it until she had an orgasm. She lay on the bed nude, her legs splayed open, weak and unmoving.

Laurent's body loomed over her, blocking the overhead light and with his hard cock jutting out pointing straight at her opening, he told her, "Guide it inside you."

Janna reached down drug her finger through her juices, parting her pussy lips and spreading the wetness there as she positioned his cock at her entrance and Laurent started moving it into her. Janna closed her eyes and grimaced, fearing he was going to tear her open, but Laurent went in slow and careful, only a little at a time, allowing Janna's pussy to stretch to take him-and it was a stretch. He didn't want this first time to be painful. She would stretch and soon be able to accommodate his big cock easier, and he planned on doing just that quite a bit more.

It flashed through Janna's mind that she should have told him to use a condom, but she knew Wyatt didn't have any in the house, they would not have fit on his massive cock either, and there was no way she wanted to stop to ask if he had one. Janna was too far gone. She only wanted his cock all the way inside her and pumping her hard.

Janna's mind was sorting through a cascade of sensation. So this is what another cock feels like, she thought, so this is what a big black cock feels like, and oh how she had never imagined sex could feel anything like that.

Janna came again before he got his cock all the way inside her and the pleasure combined with the excitement of the moment, the sounds of their bodies slapping together and the gasps of breath, the scent of perfume and sweat, and the pure lust of the moment added up to Janna hitting a plateau of continuous orgasm that seemed like hours, like magic hours.

The more Laurent pumped his black cock in and out of her the more she wanted, cumming time after time. "Fuck me, fuck me," saying words she had never dared say before. "I love fucking you. I love that big black cock."