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I held Wumi's head in my hands as I kissed her, filling my nostrils with her spicy sweet scent. And for just a moment, we had a quiet peace. I was filled with all the desire and affection I had for this woman.

She was so sexy, so vibrant, so attractively self-confident. I knew I could be happy with this woman who had been such a dear friendfor four years, even if she was a little self-centered.

I wouldn't have minded just standing there, folding our naked bodies around each other and enjoying the simple pleasure of a kiss. But like usual, Wumi was in charge and she pulled me towards my bedroom.

The shades of my window were open, letting in the moonlight which cast the entire room in soft shadows. In this light, Wumi's clear eyes glowed a light grey, and her smile alone lit up this room.

She leaned back onto my bed and pulled me on top of her where we began to kiss slowly. So many of our encounters over the years had been rough and ready Bleep sessions. We were both terribly in a hurry and filled with lust for each other that we always ended up attacking each other in a frenzy.

But on a few occasions we simply made love. And it seemed like this was going to be one of them. Wumi hand was gently caressing my cock, and my fingers were not idle at her wet box either. Our tongues dipped and delved within each other's mouth while Wumi's other hand stroked along my spine.

I slid down her body until I came face to face with her steaming pussy. She'd shaven recently and the smooth skin glistened with her arousal. She spread her legs and hoisted her legs up into the air while my hands each gripped an asscheek. And now it was my turn to return the favor.

I strained to go slowly, softly. My tongue and my lips barely grazed against her sensitive skin, almost tickling Wumi. And I continued my gentle, agonizingly slow ministrations of orally worshipping at Wumi's altar of love. I felt like I could remain there forever, listening to her cute whimpers of pleasure.

But once Wumi started to get really turned on once again, she would have no slow worshipping going on in her temple. Wumi's whimpers turned into moans and then her hands were now on the back of MY head, pressing me deeper into her as I began to eat her out with more fervor. "Fuuuuck, Tade."

My hands circled around her ass and after inserting a finger deep into her sopping wet pussy, I pulled it out and pressed it against the tight muscle of Wumi's anus.



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My hands circled around her ass and after inserting a finger deep into her sopping wet pussy, I pulled it out and pressed it against the tight muscle of Wumi's anus.

She shuddered in my grasp as my finger surprisingly slid in very easily. I'd gotten my finger wet, but not that wet. And I picked my head up in surprise.

"I lubed for you..." she giggled at the expression on my face.

My dick twitched violently on its own hearing those words, knowing instantly what it meant. Wumi wanted me to Bleep her ass tonight. And suddenly I had no more patience to continue going down on her.

Wumi didn't seem to mind, and in fact she whooped in glee as I suddenly pounced on top of her naked body and snatched up her feet in my hands. With her heels in my grip, I forced Wumi's knees back against her own shoulders until I'd damn near bent the girl in half. And then holding her legs wide in a big V, opening up her wet vagina, I aimed my cockhead and then pounded my way into the back of her womb in one ferocious thrust.

"FUUUUCK ME!" Wumi screamed. It was loud enough I'm sure the neighbors could hear. Of course, I was sure they'd heard us a number of times. And without letting go of her heels I jackhammered in and out of her rapidly.

It was apparently just what the doctor had ordered for Wumi. Less than a minute after my dick had entered her, Wumi was shrieking in the throes of her climax, the sound of her voice vibrating in response to the vibrations running up and down her body.

I wasn't about to let up on her either. Instead, I just kept fucking as hard and as fast as I could, my cock now swimming in a veritable sea of orgasmic fluid. And just when it seemed that Wumi's orgasm was waning, I pulled out, redirected, and then shoved my way into Wumi's asshole.

Wumi's shriek briefly went up an octave when the head of my cock penetrated her nether hole, but then her voice died out as she seemed to just run out of air. Her mouth was still open in a silent scream, tears in her eyes as she fought to breathe.

For my part, I was focused on driving my cock up her ass. Despite the heavy moisture coating my pole, and the lube inside her anal chute, I had a tough time forcing my way in. And as Wumi lit off into another orgasm, her muscles clamped down so tightly I thought she might actually squeeze my cock off in her ass.

But once she relaxed again, I was able to glide forward, constant pressure pushing me in until my balls were trapped against her asscheeks.

We both paused to catch our breath, Wumi's body folded in half beneath me, blinking away the few drops of sweat coming off my forehead as she panted and laughed almost maniacally.

"Oh, that's so great, baby. But I wanted to change positions."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want you to Bleep me like an animal."

"Well, I can't complain with that."

And so with the coordination borne only out of familiarity, I pulled out while Wumi spun herself around on my bed. I stood back, enjoying the momentary relief from the constriction of her ass on my cock, letting my orgasmic energy subside a little. With this little breather, I knew I'd be able to really ream out her ass for a good long while.

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With this little breather, I knew I'd be able to really ream out her ass for a good long while.

Wumi got into her position, facedown on my bed with her arms folded beneath her face. Her ass was sticking back at me, hanging off the edge of the bed with her high heels planted on the floor, forming an A-frame with her legs. Time for me to Bleep her like an animal.

Eagerly, I stepped between her legs, my hands spreading her asscheeks before me so I could see her distended hole. And then before she realized it, I'd shoved half my cock back into her ass.

"Fuuuuuck..." Wumi groaned.

And with a few extra shoves, I got myself fully seated, balls deep into her nether hole. The feminine ass in my hands was absolutely perfect. The hips flared prettily around perfectly-shaped tight globes. The skin was milky white and unblemished.

"God, Wumi, you are so fucking hot..." I groaned as my cock pistoned in and out of her ass. I really could stare at this sight all day.

That's when the pounding began.

I honestly lost track of how long I bleeped her. I can't even remember how many orgasms she had. It could have been five minutes or it could have been half an hour. I do know that the next morning my pelvic bone hurt like hell.

But that night, my eyes just rolled up in my head and I let myself lose control. I wasn't trying to last a long time. I wasn't trying to give Wumi pleasure. I just let the baser part of me give in to the lust and simply violate her ass. I bleeped and I thrust and I drooled and I bleeped some more. And when my conscious mind reasserted itself, I had Wumi's hips in a death grip, pinning her lighter body against me as I held myself as deep into her bowels as I could go. And I was cumming. Oh, was I cumming.

It didn't even feel like separate bursts. It felt more like I was pissing pure sperm into the darkest recesses of Wumi's anal cavity like a firehose. More and more fluid poured out of me, and when I thought I was done there was a bit more still coming out. My mind was in absolute bliss.

And when at last the flow stopped, I simply staggered back, my legs muscles suddenly locked into position and unable to move lest I inflict great pain on myself.

Wumi's feet had long lost their grip on the floor, and so she lay sprawled across my bed, a limp noodle absolutely destroyed by what we had done. Her asshole was stretched into a gaping ring, still not contracting and already dribbling rivers of cum out onto her thighs.

Both of us were gasping as if we'd forgotten to breathe during the whole ordeal. I was leaning against the wall, trying valiantly not to collapse onto the ground.

After a couple of minutes, Wumi groaned, "What the hell did you do to me?" Her voice was pained, but there was a smile on her face.

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After a couple of minutes, Wumi groaned, "What the hell did you do to me?" Her voice was pained, but there was a smile on her face.

I didn't answer. But after another minute to catch my breath, I managed to stagger over to her. With the adrenaline and testosterone inside me burned away, my touch became gentle. I rolled Wumi onto her side, and then scooped her naked body into my arms.

She nuzzled her lips and nose against my neck. "you can be such a fucking stud when you want to be," she whispered.

I didn't know how to answer that. Instead I carried her out of my bedroom and towards the bathroom. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."




FRIDAY

At 9am promptly, Helen arrived at my door. She didn't look very surprised when Wumi opened up the door for her with an overly dramatic "Can I help you?"

Helen smiled at the use of her own phrase. "Good morning, Wumi." She then looked to me. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I arched an eyebrow.

Helen covered her mouth as she laughed. "Tade..." Her blush was back. But then it was right down to business. "Have you decided on a property?"

Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen finding myself breakfast while Helen was barking orders into her own version of my Bluetooth earpiece. The instant I'd given her an address she'd launched into a flurry of activity.

Wumi had already left for the morning, and I lounged on my couch, mumbling to myself of exactly which Lear jet I wanted to buy. There was a private, exclusive airfield in upstate New York I'd always wanted to be a part of.

And then Helen returned back, hanging up her phone. "Okay, I'm going out to finish arrangements and change my clothes. you've got two hours."

"Two hours until what?"

Helen grinned at me. "you'll never believe how efficient this is going to be."

It is absolutely amazing how fast things can happen around you. The story about my unknown father and the massive inheritance had broken less than a week ago.

Last Friday I'd woken up, comfortable in my own home and with no immediate plans to leave it. Now, I looked around and saw almost nothing but brown moving boxes. I was even sitting on one of the boxes, all my chairs packed away already.

I simply sat and waited out the chaos, unwilling to leave while everything I owned was being handled by professional movers.

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I simply sat and waited out the chaos, unwilling to leave while everything I owned was being handled by professional movers.

Helen was the field marshal, half muttering into her phone's earpiece and half yelling at the movers as she marched around supervising the dozens of people handling my move.

Some were in my apartment; some were shuttling down and back from the moving truck, everyone in a big hurry. I didn't quite see the rush, myself. After all, I'd only picked out my new place this morning. And yet my bed was being dismantled before my very eyes.

I guess I didn't live in a world of escrow or inspections. When Tade Robins, billionaire, bought a place, it was time to move.

Then again, I was Tade Robins... billionaire. This was MY life. "Wait, wait, wait!" I sputtered angrily.

"Yes, sir?" Helen immediately was at the ready before me.

For once, I didn't try to correct her. "This is just all moving so fast. Am I really moving out of my apartment tonight?"

"Technically, we'll be ready to move you in about an hour. I've already cleared it with your new address. you'll be able to sleep in your new bed in two hours if you wish."

"And if I don't wish. If I wanted to unpack everything and call the whole thing off."

"That is your prerogative, sir. I will remind you of the security concerns and the requirement of available space for your staff. I wouldn't recommendstaying here forever. There's no point in continuing to pay Manhattan rent prices. Still, the choice is yours. Do you wish me to stop?"

I sighed and thought about it. "No, no I suppose not. I'll just have to get used to my new... situation."

"No offense, Tade. I wouldn't mind being in your situation."

And she flashed me a wicked smile. At least Helen wasn't in her professional business suit anymore. With a little more of a rough and tumble day, she had a long-sleeved cotton top and jeans so tight she had to have been sewn into the denim.

The casual dress and comfortable ponytail might have softened her all-business image if it weren't for the way she'd been stomping around coldly giving commands into her headset.

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"I wonder what you would do in my situation... Tell you what, I'm not exactly putting you into my situation. But I feel like I just don't understand all this just yet. So here's what I'm going to do." I got up, heading for my zip-up sweater and my keys. "you're in charge. Make any decision you want on my behalf. Arrange furniture, decoration ideas, whatever. I'm going for a walk and I'll meet you back here at... at 4pm. I'll say goodbye to my apartment and then we'll head over to 5th Avenue."

"Of course, sir."

Moments like this were all business. The "sir" suddenly seemed appropriate. It felt good to just take charge and bark out my own orders.

"And might I add, sir, I think you're finally getting the idea."

"I'll see you in a few hours. I'll take the car and remind the driver to bring me back on time." And with my wallet and keys, I was out.

Now the really hard part. I had to call my mom and tell her my new address.

"Where to, sir?"

I leaned back into the plushy softness of the ultra-luxury Maybach 62 sedan and thought about it for a moment. "I need to do some shopping. Some really, really out of control shopping. And I'm starting with the biggest TV I can find."

"I know just the place, sir." And so the driver pulled out into traffic.

Meanwhile, I thumbed open my phone and put in my fancy earpiece. I found my mom's number and hit the TALK button.

Thirty minutes later, the car was idling against the curb while I desperately attempted to get off the phone with my mother. "Goodbye, mom."

I then twiddled my thumbs for another two minutes listening to her more urgently blister advice into my ears before I tried again, "Goodbye, mom."

Now under the latest urgent assault, I reclined my seat, letting the footrest come up and support me while I lay almost flat in the back of this car. I sighed... All the money in the world and I still can't get off the phone.

By 4:30pm I was back in the same position, reclined all the way back in the backseat. Only this time, the trunk was full with several bags of clothing I never would have paid the money for in my previous life. My new ultra-sound-blocker headphones were wiring a full library of tunes into my ultra-mp3-playing-cell- phone. The flashy diamond-encrusted watch was a heavy dead weight on my wrist. And even though the Maybach windows were perfectly tinted, my new oversized sunglasses provided that extra level of protection against ANYONE seeing my eyeballs.

Okay, so I was a half-hour late. But I was the boss. What could Helen do, fire me?

It's a good thing I was able to schedule most of the rest of my shopping for delivery to my new pad. Otherwise I'd never be able to fit everything into this car and I would have been even later. Damn I loved black credit cards.

And best of all, I had the brand-new AWESOme wardrobe to suitably impress my date for tonight. That was the one big thing missing. I was all alone in this backseat. But that would soon change. I had youth, good looks, and a ton of money. Soon I would have love.

Of course, life doesn't turn out all nice and tidy like that, does it?

I'd been standing in my bedroom for at least five minutes, at least, what was left of my bedroom. I'd painted the walls four years ago when I moved in. Now, everything was stark white, smelling of fresh paint, and ready for sale on the open market. not a stick of furniture was left... my home was now nothing but an empty shell.

The full-length mirror was built into my closet. And now I stood there, not liking what I saw in the reflection.

I didn't like the me I saw. Helen had complimented me on my clothes when I arrived. She had shown impeccable taste for the few days I'd known her, and she was blunt enough to tell me if I'd made a serious fashion error.

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