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Tiana’s eyes peeled open from an afternoon of rest and she sat up; bringing her knees up to chest-level and embracing them. Clad only in a sleeveless, curve hugging dress with cheeks peeking out, her legs swung to the floor and the cell-phone on the dresser caught her attention with the caption: Missed Call Keenan.“Wonder what babe wanted,” she said picking up the cell with one hand and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with the other. A tap on the missed call prompt dialed him back and the phone rang five times before a click on the other end.“Hey T, were you sleeping before?”“Boy, you know me so well,” her voice trailed as she stretched and yawned.“Damn right. I had called to vent a little bit, but then I thought better of it and didn’t call back,” he shook his head with a frown and closed eyes.“What? Why?”“I didn’t want to be whining and complaining to my woman about shit at work; that’s not very manly.”“Key, don’t you start that foolishness now,” her tone changed and she got louder. Tiana stood up from the bed and sauntered towards their bedroom’s adjoining bathroom.“I’m serious T. Besides, it wasn’t that prick Peterson’s fault that my presentation today sucked. I should’ve done a better job in my preparation,” he said this while brushing his waves forward with one hand and the opposite elbow resting on his work desk; his tone was still calm yet haunted with a monotone delivery.Tiana placed her cell on top of the toilet bowl tank and switched to speaker mode. After turning the faucet on and splashing water onto her face, her eyes opened up fully for the first time since awakening.“Let me guess: Peterson picked and picked at your presentation didn’t he? Who the fuck does he think he is anyways? He always fucking does this.”“Babe-”“No, don’t you babe me Keenan Tyrell James; you know what I’m saying is true. He does this shit to kiss ass in the office and make you look bad,” she frantically flailed her arms around before shutting the faucet off abruptly.“Babe.”“What!” she slammed both palms onto the tiles encompassing the sink and leaned forward; her reflection furrowing its eyebrows and exhaling loudly.“I love you to death you know that?”As cliché as it was for him to say that, her face transformed from fury to a calm smile; slow blinks from her reflection to top it off.“Yes Key, I love you too,” she stood up straight from her bent position, arms folded, head cocked to the side.“Look, as much as Peterson is a prick for calling me out in every meeting and presentation, I gotta step my game up and do better.”“Alright,” she said sharply and followed up with a sigh, eyes closing and tapping her right foot.“I’m going to hit the gym after work and burn off some steam.”“Hmmmm. Leave some of that steam for me.”“Oh? You got plans for me Mrs. James?” he reclined into his office chair lapped istanbul travesti both feet on top of the desk and cupped the back of his head.“I just might. I need to make sure your mind is good and clear for work tomorrow.”“So that mean you gonna clear out something else later on?” he asked in a low tone while implementing a grin.“First, ya corny; Second, we better cut this shit off now – don’t know who may be listening into this goddamn call,” she snickered while stretching her long, curly hair into a high pony-tail.“Aight aight, I hear ya. Gonna leave work in fifteen and head to the gym; later babe,” his feet slid off the desk and he sat up; rolling the chair forward to put the receiver onto the base.“Laaaterr,” she sang to him and hit end call.Tiana pranced back into the bedroom, biting her bottom lip and giggling – all the while her heart raced to the point she was light-headed. She shook it off and opened her panty drawer, pushing aside all undergarments to reveal her latest purchase: A choker still in its plastic wrapping that said Daddy’s Slut. After ripping it out of the packaging and laying it onto the bed, she headed back to the dresser and pulled another drawer containing baby oil; this was laid next to the choker.A broad grin flashed across her round face at the two items laid out and how they fit into her plan for Keenan later that evening. She sashayed towards the bathroom and pulled the house-dress over her head, then threw it to the floor.  Whilst pulling the shower curtain across and turning the hot and cold knobs for the perfect mix, her grin stayed as multiple scenarios of seduction ran through her mind for the man in her life. *** Two hours had passed and Tiana paced up and down awaiting her husband’s arrival. Keenan called ten minutes prior and said his workout was complete and he was showered and leaving the gym. Tiana was fully naked at this point, her voluminous, curly hair out with no restraint; down slightly past her shoulders and wearing the Daddy’s Slut choker around her slender neck. Her short hourglass figure and plump, round ass were some of the attributes that attracted Keenan to her initially all of those years ago. Baby Oil left her olive tinted skin slick and sheen as the light above bounced off her D-cup breasts. Lip gloss coated her thick lips and a light application of black eye-liner completed the package she would be presenting. Familiar engine notes roared in the driveway and a red light illuminated and got brighter as it shone through the living room curtains. Tiana walked towards the front door, unlocked it and slowly stepped backwards about three feet before kneeling; sitting back on her calves, palms on thighs, back arched and staring directly at the door.The door creaked open and through it came Keenan, istanbul travesti wearing a tight-fitted red vest that emphasized his bulging pecs and flat, rock-hard abs. A loose fitting, blue three-quarter pants and flat, low-cut grey shoes finished his ensemble.“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, staring at a kneeled Tiana. With his mouth still agape, he dropped the gym bag onto the floor, reached back and eased the door in until it clicked shut. Silence filled the room as their eyes remained locked; him looking down at her from his 6’5” frame and her looking up at him as he shuffled over.“I knew you had plans for me, but I ne-”“No more talking Key. Take out that big dick right now,” she ordered while not breaking eye contact.Keenan repeatedly flexed his already semi-hard dick as it kept engorging; pulling his pants and boxer-briefs down. Both were around his ankles in a hurry and he stepped out of them one foot at a time. He rested his dick on her face and its thickness left only the corners of her smile underneath visible. The scent of Irish Spring on his member flooded her nostrils as he lifted it and grabbed a handful of hair; lightly slapping her forehead with it.“Smack my face with that fat dick harder,” she commanded, moving her face side to side with the cadence of each slap. Tiana’s instruction made him get more rigid and he slapped her forehead and cheeks harder with his heavy dick.“You like that?” he asked whilst staring down at her.“Yes daddy,” she said, smiling and absorbing the repeated clubbing against her face.The view of her oiled up body and round ass arched off as she knelt lead to flared nostrils and a tightened grip on her hair. The dick slaps stopped for a moment and he bent over until their noses touched, grabbed her jaw and said, “I’m going to fuck your pretty little face now okay?”“Okay baby. Don’t be gentle with me; Use me.”“Love the new choker by the way…”  he whispered into her ear before their lips locked; allowing tongues to twirl and twist for a few seconds.Keenan straightened and took his stiff, thick, eight inch cock and dipped it into her open mouth. Tiana maintained eye contact as he pushed further and further into her throat until she gagged. A handful of hair at the back of her head was grabbed by both of his hands and he eased in and out her throat; transfixed by her ass that jiggled with every rocking movement made.“Fuuck yess,” Keenan rocked his head back with closed eyes and continued fucking his wife’s throat.Tiana’s throat made quacking sounds as her husband’s girthy manhood kept fucking it like a pussy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she reached around, grabbed and squeezed his well-toned ass.He pulled his cock out completely and she released a giant gasp with a widened pair of eyes and mouth; the heaving istanbul travesti of her chest calming until cessation. Saliva strings trailed from her mouth to his cock and drooped to the floor, pooling on the tiled space between them. Several spit strings dangled from the chin and her eye-liner ran as she looked up at him. The space between her thick, neatly packed together thighs transformed into a lake from which a stream of drool ran down her chest.Keenan lightly slapped her with his right hand and she smiled before the left went around her throat. Three more slaps cracked against her face and it reddened with each connection.“Open your mouth,” Keenan ordered whilst swallowing her tiny face with his left hand.“Aaaaaah,” Tiana stretched her mouth open and stuck her tongue out as Keenan trailed spit onto it; lapping it up as soon as the string ended. He stood back up fully and plunged his dick down her throat until she gagged violently; transforming that sexy arch into a momentary hump as her throat adjusted to the amount of beef that clogged it – some still left outside. Both of his hands grabbed a handful of hair again and rocked her head back and forth over his cock; more globs of saliva leaked and strung onto her thighs and the floor from her mouth like a malfunctioning pipe. Deeper and deeper she went as Keenan pulled her head into him and she slapped both hands onto his thighs for support.“Come on baby, go deeper.” he said with tensed muscles and pushing her head further down.Her eyes bulged wider as his long dick went the deepest it ever went into her throat; her nose a hair away from touching the pubic bone. Keenan then eased Tiana’s pretty face off of his cock and another huge gasp with thicker globs of saliva strung from his dick and her mouth. Nothing but a panting, sloppy, spit-covered mess lay before him as she gazed at him with pleading eyes. Whenever Keenan treated her like this, it would always leave her soaked and giddy-headed in his presence.He squatted and pecked her on the lips, then wrapped both hands around her neck and stood up straight with her. With one hand still around her neck, he spun her around and smacked her ass hard with the other.“Mmmmm. Smack it again,” she said looking over the shoulder at him, biting her lip.He slapped her fat, bubbly ass again and it rippled endlessly with the sound echoing in their living room. An utterance of fuck under her breath followed as her eyes and mouth opened wider in response to the sting.“Walk to the table and bend over.”She strolled towards the dining room table with a hand still grabbing the back of her neck and bent over at a ninety degree angle; laying her stomach flat on the table with her pussy and broad ass cheeks exposed. Keenan kneeled directly behind her leaving his face at the same level as both of her succulent holes; parting her legs about two or three feet with his large hands. Next to be parted were her ass cheeks and he leaned forward to engulf her pussy with his open mouth; slowly sucking and licking her clit clockwise and counter-clockwise which drew whimpers from Tiana.

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