Billion Dollar Wood

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Authors: Sophia Banks
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    Ever since Mr. Kingston asked over to his place for dinner I’d been wondering what it would be like to have sex with him. There were so many questions in my head and it wasn’t just our cultural differences, although him a white man and me a black woman certainly created a somewhat taboo barrier.
    It wasn’t our age difference that kept me up at night neither, although he was at least twenty years senior to my twenty-four. Tyler Kingston obviously took care of his body and truth be told he looked better than the majority of men my own age. As a matter of fact if it weren’t for his lightly dusted salt and pepper hair I probably would have pegged him for a man in his early thirties, at most.
    Of course his salt and pepper hair wasn’t the only characteristic that aged him; he was also filthy rich and in my experience that was a trait reserved for older men.
    No, what had been keeping me up at night, outside of being excited at the thought of being desired by such a powerful man, was the simple fact that I was still a virgin. Sure, I’d played around with a few men but outside of some heavy petting I’d kept my cherry all to myself. And this worried me to no end.
    Would Tyler still want me if he knew how inexperienced I was? Would he be worried I would be too clingy after the fact? Would he want to bother with teaching me how to be a lover?
    More importantly was I ready to have sex with a man? It surely felt as if I was but I wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t like I was waiting for marriage or anything, more like I was waiting for a man who got me so horny I simply had to have him. And thus far Tyler had done just that.
    When I first took the job as his secretary I found him attractive, sure. Who wouldn’t? He’s handsome, charming and dresses about as well as you can expect a man to. But I’d been attracted to men before and never had felt a burn inside me. A desire so strong it had to be fed. So what was different?
    Well, for starters it was the way Tyler carried himself. I’d never met a man who simply demanded attention wherever he went. Even if you didn’t know who he was—and most people in the city of Boston did—when he entered a room people just knew he was a person who demanded respect. There was a certain aura about him that caused people—men and women alike—to come undone in his presence. Being exposed to him on a daily basis had put me in a trance and after a few weeks of working for him I found myself waking in the middle of the night, sweat on my brow and a dampness between my legs. Of course I’d been dreaming of Mr. Kingston. Imagining him taking me at work, clearing my desk and devouring me right then or there. Other times we would be at my place, soaking in a bath, me riding his cock as I gripped my porcelain tub, my knuckles whitening with strain.
    These dreams became a nightly affair and they only intensified the longer I got to know my new boss. You see, Tyler had a way of making me feel like the most important girl in the world when he talked to me. He made me feel like I was somebody important, a vital component to his business and not just a girl who fetched his coffee and managed his schedule. He was sort of hypnotic, truth be told and as embarrassed as I am to admit this, there would be occasions when I would have to run to the ladies room and fan myself off after a meeting with him.
    I’d gone from a girl who played with herself maybe two or three times a month to one who was touching herself on a damn nightly basis and it was all because of my damn boss. My disgustingly rich, obscenely handsome, boss.  My life was supposed to become easier when I took this job and it some ways it had. I no longer had to worry about my bills, for instance. In other ways being Mr. Kingston’s secretary had made my life a damn hot mess.
    A really, really hot mess.
    And it seemed things were going to just get worse because just today as he was leaving for the day, Mr. Kingston pulled me aside

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