Jeff wiped sweat from his brow as he heard the familiar crunch of tires on gravel. Miss Stanza's postal truck pulled up, and there she was, that radiant smile flashing like always. "Morning, Jeff. Got a package for you today. Bet your wife would love this one," she teased, handing it over. He grinned back. "Only if it comes with your pretty smile, Miss Stanza. You know how it lights up my whole damn day." She chuckled, leaning on the doorframe. "Flirting again? You married to a sista, yet here you are eyeing this one. I know you like the sistas, don't deny it." Their banter flowed easy, sharp and charged, until her eyes narrowed. "Wife's out of town, right? Good. We need to talk. Inside. Now." Once alone, she locked the door. "I snooped your Wi-Fi, Jeff. Read every AI story you wrote about licking my sweet pussy, my fine Black ass, swallowing my spit and piss. You filthy man. I could tell your wife everything." Jeff's face burned, cock twitching hard despite the panic. "Miss Stanza, please—" "Shut it. You'll obey every command, or she knows. Strip. On your knees." She commanded with a wicked grin, ecstatic at his submission. "Look me in the eyes while you worship." Panting, he complied, horny and dripping with need. "Thank you," he whispered gratefully. She spat into his open mouth, the warm glob landing perfectly. "Swallow my spit like candy." He did, eyes locked, cock rock hard. She lifted her arms. "Lick my sweaty armpits clean, boy." His tongue bathed the salty skin, savoring every drop as she moaned. "Good. Now my pussy—eat it wet and dripping." He dove in, tongue plunging into her slick folds, her juices coating his face while she directed, "Suck that clit, make me cum." She came hard, grinding on his mouth. Turning, she spread her ass. "Worship my fine Black asshole. Eat it like the candy you dreamed." He rimmed her eagerly, tongue probing deep as she panted, "Deeper, grateful slave." She squatted over him next. "Drink every drop of my delicious piss." The stream hit his tongue; he gulped greedily, cock exploding untouched, cum shooting across the floor. "Yes, Miss Stanza," he gasped, ecstatic. She smiled down. "This is just the start. Tomorrow, more."
Her laughter echoed as she dressed, leaving him trembling with anticipation for what her control would demand next.
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