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"Home, please, Jamison." William sighed as he slumped into the soft seat of the limousine. He was glad to be done with the gala - another tedious responsibility a man in his position couldn't avoid. In his fifty-one years he had attended many such events. Accompanying his father in his youth, he had learned how to mix and mingle with the worlds powerful elite. Now as heir, he had to maintain the position of his family conglomerate. He glanced admiringly at his chauffeur’s dark, manly profile and smiled. In a few minutes they would be back in the privacy of his large, comfortable brownstone.
“You need a drink, William.” Jamison’s deep, smooth voice had its immediate relaxing effect. His additional roles as butler, secretary, and personal assistant allowed Jamison and William to be almost constantly in each other’s company.
William sat down in his favorite leather chair in his study and watched the tall Negro walk over to the sideboard. He studied the familiar figure, the broad shoulders, tapered waist, and round, muscled butt as his handsome companion poured two scotches. Finally! This was what the older man had looked forward to all afternoon.
Standing in front of William’s chair, Jamison placed one glass on the table beside it, still holding the other drink in his left hand. William leaned forward, lowered Jamison’s fly, and reached inside the black man’s pants. A soft sigh parted the white man’s lips as he grasped the thick penis inside and pulled its flaccid length out through the opening. It was beautiful! Even soft, Jamison’s cock never failed to take William’s breath away.
Jamison reached down almost to his knee to hold the tumbler of scotch below the length of his hanging hose-cock and released a powerful stream of pungent piss to mix violently with the scotch in the glass. The foaming liquid rose rapidly, swirling in the tumbler. Jamison's stream stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
“Put my cock away.”
William reluctantly obeyed, but enjoyed handling the warm satiny cock-flesh. Then he stood. Jamison handed him the large warm drink.
“Thank you, sir,” William responded, taking the glass from the much larger hand offering it. Before taking the first delicious sip of his favorite cocktail, he looked up at the taller man. “Will you let me suck your cock?”
“We’ll see. Drink up now.” Jamison made himself comfortable in William’s chair and sipped his neat scotch while the white man, standing, guzzled his special drink, the bitter-salty taste of piss arousing him, aggravating his depraved need. He drank it alll down and waited for the invitation he desperately longed for, to kneel at the feet of his superior and pleasure his big black cock.
"Home, please, Jamison." William sighed as he slumped into the soft seat of the limousine. He was glad to be done with the gala - another tedious responsibility a man in his position couldn't avoid. In his fifty-one years he had attended many such events. Accompanying his father in his youth, he had learned how to mix and mingle with the worlds powerful elite. Now as heir, he had to maintain the position of his family conglomerate. He glanced admiringly at his chauffeur’s dark, manly profile and smiled. In a few minutes they would be back in the privacy of his large, comfortable brownstone.
“You need a drink, William.” Jamison’s deep, smooth voice had its immediate relaxing effect. His additional roles as butler, secretary, and personal assistant allowed Jamison and William to be almost constantly in each other’s company.
William sat down in his favorite leather chair in his study and watched the tall Negro walk over to the sideboard. He studied the familiar figure, the broad shoulders, tapered waist, and round, muscled butt as his handsome companion poured two scotches. Finally! This was what the older man had looked forward to all afternoon.
Standing in front of William’s chair, Jamison placed one glass on the table beside it, still holding the other drink in his left hand. William leaned forward, lowered Jamison’s fly, and reached inside the black man’s pants. A soft sigh parted the white man’s lips as he grasped the thick penis inside and pulled its flaccid length out through the opening. It was beautiful! Even soft, Jamison’s cock never failed to take William’s breath away.
Jamison reached down almost to his knee to hold the tumbler of scotch below the length of his hanging hose-cock and released a powerful stream of pungent piss to mix violently with the scotch in the glass. The foaming liquid rose rapidly, swirling in the tumbler. Jamison's stream stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
“Put my cock away.”
William reluctantly obeyed, but enjoyed handling the warm satiny cock-flesh. Then he stood. Jamison handed him the large warm drink.
“Thank you, sir,” William responded, taking the glass from the much larger hand offering it. Before taking the first delicious sip of his favorite cocktail, he looked up at the taller man. “Will you let me suck your cock?”
“We’ll see. Drink up now.” Jamison made himself comfortable in William’s chair and sipped his neat scotch while the white man, standing, guzzled his special drink, the bitter-salty taste of piss arousing him, aggravating his depraved need. He drank it alll down and waited for the invitation he desperately longed for, to kneel at the feet of his superior and pleasure his big black cock.