Twenty-eight-year-old Karra Johnson walked into her office on the fortieth floor of the Miami Chamber of Commerce building. She was a head-turner, with medium brown, flawless skin, long, flowing auburn hair and a figure that would make Wonder Woman bawl. Her curves were in all the right dimensions. She had worked on her appearance since she was eighteen. In high school she was overweight and known as a complete nerd. She graduated number three in her class of four hundred and ten graduates and decided she wanted a new self-image. She spent nine intense months dieting and exercising with a personal trainer. It paid off. Karra was gorgeous! Having a personal shopper ensured her business attire accentuated her thirty-six-inch bust, narrow waist and curvaceous hips, not to mention perfect make-up to match. Karra Johnson epitomized beauty. However, she had more than beauty going for her. At twenty-eight, she was the vice president of membership for the Miami Chamber of Commerce. She did not have a college degree but worked her way up on her own merits. While doing so, she would always let the white, male leadership establishment know upfront that she would not tolerate any of that slave mentality of sliding under the sheets for a prestigious position.
Karra began working at the Chamber six years ago at the ripe young age of twenty-two. She was a clerical person, answering the phones, taking messages, ordering food for membership drives and greeting clientele. One year later, she became executive assistant to the vice president. During this time, Karra learned everything about the vice president’s duties. So much that employees asked her to make decisions on major issues before approaching the stiff-assed, vice president Reddick. When he decided to take an early retirement, the chamber president decided Karra could command the position with fierce skill and precision. Of course this did not bode well with Evelyn Patterson who had served under Reddick for four years and was overtly envious of Karra.
Although capable in the business realm, it was known that Evelyn’s position was colored by her father’s influence in the chamber as a major financial contributor and board member. It was a very bold and perhaps suicidal career risk when the then president, Latigne Foy tapped Karra to succeed Reddick as vice president of membership and bypassed Evelyn. Karra, however, represented a total package. At twenty-eight, she had the maturity and business acumen to move the membership numbers drastically forward through the next three to five years. Karra could hold her own with the many global dignitaries who visited the chamber as well as the small business member. Her ideas were innovative and creative. She had a staff of seventeen direct reports and was a self-proclaimed work-a-holic. Karra was born into a lower middle class family. Her
parents, Lester and Mattie Johnson were a working class couple. Although her parents did not finish high school, they encouraged Karra and her younger brother Alex, to excel in education. Her mother worked two jobs to help make ends meet; as a maid for Jewish families on
Miami Beach and a cafeteria food worker at a local high school. Her father was the head custodian at the same high school.
Although Karra teetered on the brink of fulfillment in the heart of sultry, glitzy
Miami, she did not have a steady, committed man in her life. She’d been involved in
many relationships but often wondered why they didn’t last longer than six months. She hooked up with men who were controlling and manipulative. After her last breakup with Nathan, Karra decided that her next relationship would strictly be about casual sex rather than messy emotional attachment. So she had what she coined the occasional “handy man” experience—you know, the one man who you call on for a good fuck when you just get so horny you can’t stand it anymore. Not a booty call, but a regularly scheduled FP (fucking partner). She had no ties or obligations to her “handy man,” except only when she needed him for that occasional fuck. This worked for him as well as it did for her. For the past four months Ben had been performing the role of “handy man.” Ben proved to be absolutely insatiable in between the sheets. He was able to bring out all of her inhibitions unlike other lovers before him. She’d never been with a man who forced her to experience multiple orgasms…every time. She and Ben were both hypersexual beings.
Karra was honest with herself; she freely admitted that sex was, indeed, her favorite hobby with the right man. And since “Sir Ben” fulfilled all of her present needs, she wasn’t about to let him go anywhere! As Karra sat behind her mahogany desk, thumping her pearl,
Mont Blanc pen, she thought,
I wonder how this new president, Carl Marlsnick, will take to my ideas on enhancing the membership numbers from 110 percent to 130 percent. I wonder if he’s as full of himself as people say he is! She quickly dismissed the thought and picked up the phone to dial her FP. In his suave, deeply baritone, male voice Ben answered. In the sexiest voice she could muster, Karra responded, “Hey there, my big dildo, it’s me, I need you to come over to my place at about 7:00 tonight and make my pussy smile.” She licked her lips and purred, “I bought
this new garter outfit from
Victoria’s Secret and I can’t wait to try it out on you.”
“Sure baby, you know Big Ben is always ready to make Karra’s cat smile. I can’t wait either, you sound so hot as usual. What color is the outfit?” Ben muttered.
“You’ll see the color tonight. You just get big, hard Ben over to my place and we’ll see how long you’ll let me keep this new, sexy lingerie on,” Karra beamed.
“Well, I can tell you right now, it won’t be on you for very long. Hell, I’m getting a hard-on for you right now. Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to call me. I wanted to call you but I know how you like to take the lead and call the shots. I’ll bring that nice wine you like too! See you at 7:00,” Ben’s voice cooed thick with anticipation.
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Fifteen-year-old beauty, Kaci kissed Craig on the lips and pulled his hands to her breasts. Kaci was a freaky teenager with raging hormones. Craig didn’t want to continue to have sex with her but the two times they’d done it before, it was great. Craig had been seeing Kaci for seven months and they both excelled academically in school. Neither of them intended to become sexually active, but it happened at a party. One of those sex parties that all of the preppie kids took turns hosting. Although they both knew the consequences of having sex, they couldn’t stop themselves.
Kaci had on a white tank top and jeans. She never wore a bra and her nipples peered through the t-shirt like headlights on high beam. She locked the door behind her and took off her shirt. As Craig lay on the bed, she climbed on top of him and started caressing his crotch, her sandy blonde hair dangling on his chest. Within minutes, he was solid as a rock. She kissed him while removing his pants. She put his penis in her mouth and began sucking it slowly, then faster and faster. She took in his entire penis until the head hit the back of her throat. She caressed it and motioned it in and out; in and out; faster and more vigorous until she felt the power of Craig’s hot semen shooting a full load in her mouth. She swallowed hard and then kissed him on the lips. Breathing heavily, Craig said, “Kaci that was fantastic! You are so damned good,” as he brushed his fingers through her hair. She went to the bathroom and gargled with mouth rinse as her older sister taught her to do.
“You wanna know how I learned to give such terrific blow jobs?” she asked Craig as she put on her t-shirt.
“Yeah, how did you learn to do that?”
“I spent my younger years practicing on my mom’s dildos. She had a collection in all different sizes and I used to practice on the ones she was going to throw out. Instead of playing with dolls like my sisters, I was in my room sucking on vibrators and pretending they were mom’s boyfriend’s cock. I saw her going at it on his dick so hard one time, it made me cum. I was only ten then and I wanted to be just like Mom. So I practiced and practiced and by the time I turned twelve, I had it down to a science,” she said matter-of-factly. Kaci hugged and kissed Craig and he said, “You are one wild chick.”
“But you love it, don’t ya,” Kaci teased as she grabbed his crotch. “I’ve gotta go. I told my mom I’d be at the mall with Shayna and the crew. She’ll be trying to track me down. I’ll call ya later.” She blew him a tantalizing kiss and exited the room.
“Okay, later,” Craig said as she left. Risa turned off her intercom after she overheard Craig and Kaci getting their freak on. She had access via intercom in to all of the rooms in the Marlsnick house with the exception of Cynthia and Carl’s bedroom. That was off limits.
After she had paged Craig in his room a couple of hours earlier, he failed to disconnect from the intercom. This intercom system worked similar to a phone. If one party didn’t completely hang up, the other party could hear their conversations until the intercom was disconnected or turned off. This blunder by the members of the Marlsnick family had become the source of many secrets that have been revealed to Risa.
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Karra arrived at her oceanfront condominium at about 6:00. After a ten-hour day at the office she needed some good freaky lovin’ from Ben. She took a shower and oiled herself down in edible coconut fragranced Noir. It was not sold in retail stores so she had it shipped from
California via the Internet. It always made for good foreplay. She put on an
instrumental jazz CD and lit a series of candles in her bedroom and in the living room. She removed her bathrobe and put on the scarlet red thong and garter, along with the matching demure bra she had purchased from
Victoria’s Secret. Karra knew she should have purchased stock in that store since she spent an average of four hundred dollars a month there as indicated on her credit card statement. Shopping filled an addiction. She went to the kitchen and took out two wine goblets. The phone rang and it was her concierge. He said, “Ms. Johnson, you have a guest here for you. His name is Ben.” “Send him up,” she said. He’s a little early, I guess he’s eager, she thought.
Ben arrived at her door with a bottle of vintage 2001 Pinot Grigio wine. He handed the wine to her and kissed her on the lips. He said, “Hey baby, it’s so great to see you.” Ben was tall, as Karra liked her men. At 6’2, he had an athletic build, he was an ex-football player for the Minnesota Vikings before he sustained a knee injury a few years before. Now a successful real estate developer, he’d done pretty well for a thirty-five-year-old African-American male in
Miami.
Karra donned a sheer red, floor length lounge gown. She had put her hair up in a butterfly clip and curly tendrils flowed down the side of her head. She looked sexy and beautiful. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable,” she instructed. “I have some hors’douvres for us to munch on.” The jazz music played softly while the scented candles illuminated the room. Ben said, “I don’t want any hors’douvres; I only wanna munch on you baby, you smell so good too.” He kissed her soft, thick lips again and caressed both her breasts. “Um hold up, can we at least have a drink first?” Karra asked excitedly.
“Okay, if that’s what you want, let’s do it. I want you to relax. I’ve got something good for you tonight baby.” Ben popped the cork out of the wine bottle and poured them a drink. He said, “A toast to my lovely African queen and a splendid night of passionate lovemaking.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Karra said as she seductively licked her upper lip and smiled devilishly.
Within minutes, Ben put his glass on the coffee table and cooed, “Now that we have had our drink, let me see that new outfit you got.” He began to pull the loungewear over Karra’s shoulders. She swooned and said, “You’re such a horny Negro.” After he removed the gown and saw Karra’s svelte body in the red garter and lace lingerie, he couldn’t contain his excitement. “Damn girl, red is definitely your color!” He scooped her up in his arms, took her into the bedroom and gently threw her onto the bed. He took his hands and rubbed between her thighs, while tongue-kissing her hard. He pulled her bra straps down and sucked her nipples. Karra kneaded his cock, with firm motions and unzipped his pants. Ben took off his pants and underwear and Karra began to perform oral sex on him. He was solid as a rock. He reciprocated and their explosive lovemaking session accelerated to Karra’s inner thighs being soaked.
Both Ben and Karra enjoyed trying new sexual positions and tonight they were going at it like two wild animals. Karra always the aggressor, got pleasure from giving her man intense climatic pleasure.
After a couple of hours of passionate lovemaking, Karra lay in his arms and said to Ben, “That was magnificent.” She lay stretched out on the bed fondling her breasts. He got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Karra had a thing about men spending the night at her place. Her rule: only the man she was seriously emotionally involved with had permission to stay over. As Ben got dressed, she said, “You’re a good man and a terrific lover. Why hasn’t some woman snagged you for their husband?” Ben replied, “Marriage isn’t for me babe. I’ve been down that road twice, didn’t work out and that’s enough for me.”
As he opened the door to leave, she kissed him and said, “I’ll call you. Until then, keep your dick in your pants and don’t get a hard-on.”
Ben responded, “Baby, I get a hard-on just thinking about you. Good night.”
It was after midnight and Karra thought, damn I’ve got to be at the office for an early morning meeting. I’d better try and get a couple of hours of shuteye. She showered and drank a cup of valerian root tea and went to bed.