Securing the Final Investment 1 (Patreon)

Sorry this one took so long guys, it turns out moving two states and suddenly being drafted to help out most of your family really kills the desire to write lol. Everything is starting to settle down now though so next month we're gonna get the proper amount of stories up in here! Until then I hope you like this one and Happy Halloween!

Lightning flashed across the sky and the echoing boom of thunder shook the window panes around Rachel Greenberg as she sipped her morning coffee and watched the Seattle skyline. During fall and winter she loved to watch the storms from her comfy office on the fifty second floor. Somehow all the noise and lights helped clear her mind and get her ready for the day. Even more than a piping hot cup of espresso. Taking another sip and turning her gaze towards the city below Rachel smiled at all the people rushing around in the sudden but long predicted downpour. Somehow, no matter how long they lived in the state, some folks always managed to be caught off guard by the inclement weather. And it never stopped being a source of amusement for her.

A loud, piercing beep shattered the serenity of her morning ritual and Rachel glanced at her desk to see the intercom light on her phone flashing red. She drained nearly half her cup in one sudden swig and set it down on the small table beside her before sauntering over to her desk and plopping down in her chair. She knew exactly what her assistant was calling about, a small grin spreading across her face as she rearranged some of the things on her desk and pressed the button. For a moment she was greeted only with the faint crackling that always accompanied their intercom system until her secretary Hilary spoke.

“Your nine o'clock appointment is downstairs Mrs. Greenberg, would you like security to send him up?”

“Of course. And let him in when he arrives. Thank you Hilary.”

“My pleasure Ma'am.”

Ending the call with another press of the button Rachel rose from her chair and promptly walked into her private bathroom to check over her appearance one last time. She'd set the meeting up weeks ago and she needed to look her best if she was going to pull it off. Her soft auburn hair was impeccably tied into an elegant bun that highlighter her naturally soft face and accentuated her sapphire blue eyes. Crimson lipstick and barely visible eye shadow was the only makeup on her flawless alabaster skin. Two small diamond earrings, a gift from her ex husband after he cheated on her, hung from her ears. After making sure there were no unsightly hairs or other lurking unpleasantness in small, slightly upturned nose she stepped back from the mirror to straighten her outfit. A deep blue jacket and pencil skirt combo made her already dazzling eyes pop even more while a white blouse beneath revealed just enough of her modest but alluring cleavage to distract any man. Her wide, shapely hips were well defined beneath her knee length and skin tight skirt. A pair of sleek black heels covered her feet and rounded off her formal business attire perfectly.

Confident she looked better than nearly every other woman in the building Rachel returned to her lukewarm cup of coffee with a smile. She grabbed a handful of mints from the small box she always kept nearby and popped them into her mouth. It wouldn't do to have bad breath for her big meeting. It was the last step in her very long road to getting her latest pharmaceutical project off the ground. After a string of minor successes she'd been promoted as high as she was ever going to go with such small endeavors. If she was ever going to sit in the CEO chair she needed something big, something flashy, something that the entire company would know about. And that's where her potential investor came into the picture. She'd been wooing him and his superiors for weeks and now she was so close to a breakthrough she could almost taste it. Today Rachel was going to seal the deal and get her name on the minds of everyone in the company.

The muffled sounds of her assistant greeting someone in the next room reached her ears and Rachel let out a pent up breath. A moment later she heard the click of her door as it swung open and a deep voice greeted her, “Hello Mrs. Greenberg.”

“Hello Mr. Evans.” Rachel replied, turning to look at her guest as she spoke.

Mason Evans was, without a doubt, the most handsome man Rachel had tried to schmooze in her entire life. Though it wasn't a hard bar to set considering the chorus line of portly, aging white men that normally came into her office. In contrast to most if not all of her other investors and partners Mr. Evans was a towering, broad shouldered beast of a man. He was well over six and half feet tall and built more like an athlete than a businessman. Of course that didn't stop him from dressing in impeccably crisp, tailored suits that showed off his musculature quite nicely. Plus with a perfectly shaven head, neatly trimmed black beard, and gorgeous dark skin he hit pretty much every single point on Rachel's personal checklist. She'd never admit it aloud but she had always had a certain . . . attraction to black men that usually went unfulfilled. Just the sight of him was enough to make her heart race and her stomach fill with butterflies though she was far too professional to let that show.

“I trust everything is well? How's your daughter?”

“Oh she's doing fine,” Rachel answered, flattered by his good memory, “She's like any other teenager: can't get far enough away from me. Until she needs to clothes of course!”

Mason chuckled and nodded, “My niece was like that too. It drove my sister crazy.”

“I can certainly relate to that sentiment! But it comes with the territory after all. You don't have any kids right?”

“No so far I've been lucky enough to avoid that particularly life goal. No offense.”

“None taken! I wouldn't blame anyone for steering clear of it. And your young, you still have time to make a mistake or two!”

“Well hopefully I won't make them too soon. I'd like a few more years to build my savings.”

“I understand that,” Rachel motioned to the seat opposite her desk and Mason sat down, “And speaking of money, you didn't come all the way from Portland to talk about kids.”

“No I suppose I didn't,” Mason grinned, “Well after out last conversation my partners and I had a long talk. We discussed the information you sent over at great length and . . .”

While he talked Rachel slowly inhaled and braced herself for what she needed to do. She knew full well Mason had the ear of nearly everyone she was looking to woo. So all she had to do was win his vote and everything was guaranteed. And though her ideas and projections were strong she wasn't the kind of person to bet on anything that wasn't a surefire success. He was clearly on the hook, now she just needed to reel him in. And what better way to do so than offering him something far more enjoyable than an boost to his bank account?

Nodding politely despite only half listening she casually walked around to the front of her desk and sat on the edge. When Mason glanced away to open his briefcase and retrieve some documents she pushed herself back and coyly opened her legs just a little. The moment he looked back up he was treated to an eyeful of her favorite, and most revealing, pair of crimson panties. The lacy, see through fabric left almost nothing to the imagination save the center of her completely shaved and still impressively tight slit. Her puffy outer lips were on full display behind transparent roses and vines with the top of her thong barely coming higher than her already swollen clit. To his credit Mason's eyes didn't linger on her partially exposed sex for more than a split second before moving to her face. He cleared his throat and continued speaking with a slight quaver in his voice.

For her part Rachel could already see the effects of her perfect little pussy on his body, the bulge straining against his slacks serving as the most appealing result of her teasing. She watched him shift slightly in a weak attempt to hide his arousal while she made no secret of ogling it. His gaze darted from her flushed smile down to his own pulsing member for a moment before his hands promptly laid a manila folder across his lap. Rachel frowned slightly at his denial of her visual treat and leaned towards him. With one hand she deftly unfastened the top button on her blouse while the other flattened against her cheek, her pinky brushing against her full lips. She lightly sucked on her littlest finger and looked at him with the most blatant 'fuck me' eyes she'd ever given a man in her life. Mason's self control was admirable and it only made the thrill of pursuing him much more exciting.

She promptly undid another button and leaned back instead, pushing her breasts out a little more and biting her lip. Though he'd stopped speaking his eyes remained fixed on her face for quite an impressively long time before his baser instincts forced them down. She'd undone just enough of her shirt to reveal a distinct lack of bra, her perfectly round breasts all but totally exposed beneath the crisp white fabric. Rachel shifted a little and one of her large, puffy nipples appeared for a fraction of a second. But it vanished a moment later and she smiled at the look on Mason's face. He was still trying to be professional, the gleam in his eyes telling her he still thought this was just a coincidence. Well if she had to make her intentions totally clear then she was going to make them totally clear!

As she slid off the desk he started talking once more, “In conclusion we've decided—”

“Before you tell me your answer, why don't I tell you another perk?” Rachel remarked in a sultry voice, “One just. For. You . . .” 

“Mrs. Greenberg, we already agreed to—”

Cutting him off once again Rachel wordlessly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and yanked it open with both hands, her alabaster skin and round breasts practically glowing in the warm light of her private office. Her hands quickly left her now useless shirt to flatten against the desk behind her while she leaned back and spread her legs even wider. Mason didn't even try to keep his eyes from drinking in the sight of her mature cunt. A very noticeable stain spread across her panties, growing wider and wider by the second. The longer he stared the more aroused she got. Though his expression was remarkably neutral she could tell he was silently weighing his options like a true pragmatist. Too bad for him Rachel wasn't going to let cooler heads prevail. With a coaxing whimper she slid a hand beneath her panties and slowly started rubbing herself beneath the damp fabric. The sounds of her fingers dancing across her glistening pussy were barely audible over the rain outside but she knew that didn't matter one iota.

She only had to entice him with such a deliberate display for a few seconds before Mason suddenly leapt to his feet. Papers flew everywhere from the force of his movement and Rachel was momentarily taken aback. He looked down at her with the same unreadable expression on his face while what looked like python struggled and strained against his pants. She could trace nearly every contour and vein in his cock through the thin restraints keeping hidden, the proximity of such a monster to her own pussy making her heart beat nearly out of her chest. Without even waiting for him to make another move she slid off the desk and fell to her knees in front of him. One hand rubbed and groped his dick through his slacks while the other furtively reached into her pocket to retrieve one of the condoms she'd bought specially for him. And all the while she looked up at him with the same lust filled smile that had given her a daughter in her twenties. For his part Mason undid his belt and pulled his pants down, his eyes never leaving hers as he did so. The intensity in his gaze was just as intoxicating as the smell of his natural musk and precum.

As soon as the barest hint of his cock appeared before her eyes Rachel let out a lusty growl and lunged forward. Clenching the condom wrapper between her teeth she yanked down his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardening dick. Though it wasn't quite fully erect his prick was still one of the biggest she'd ever seen in real life. It and Mason himself looked like he walked straight out of one of the interracial porn flicks she loved to watch. She knew better than to stop and measure him, though she sorely wanted to, and instead focused on slowly stroking his length to get him completely hard. It took less than ten seconds to get all nine or so inches of his turgid member completely stiff. Smiling up at him and licking her lips like she'd just been handed a particularly sumptuous meal Rachel lifted his cock to her lips and let the condom fall to her lap. She wouldn't need it right now anyways.

She cupped his impressively heavy balls with one hand while the other slid down his length to grasp his prick at the base. Dipping her head below his precum soaked tip Rachel wrapped her lips around his member without a second thought. The taste of his cum instantly made her head spin and she let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan. She wasted no time pushing herself further onto his shaft, quietly hoping she'd be able to deepthroat him. But her experience with her ex husband's little white penis did not prepare her for the challenge of sucking a proper cock. Mason's shaft was barely past her lips and her body was already starting to convulse and tremble from the strain. Rachel's normally manageable gag reflex went into overdrive as the head of his prick pressed against the back of her throat. She still had more than half of his member to go if she wanted to take all of him and already that was starting to look like a fantasy. 

In an effort to conceal her lack of experience with dicks as big as Mason's Rachel started groping and squeezing his balls with every ounce of expertise she could muster. Her hand glided up and down his remaining length as fast as she was able, twisting and spinning around his girth while her tongue danced across his tip. Every so often his cock would throb particularly hard and she was rewarded with a gooey glob of precum straight down the back of her throat. Each time it happened she would let out an increasingly louder moan while Mason sighed. A little more of his cock slid into her throat as her body trembled in delight. Tears were starting to stream down her pale cheeks from the exertion and her esophagus was beginning to spasm from lack of oxygen. But Rachel didn't care about any of that, her determination to be a good little cocksucking whore winning out of her body's weakness. His large hands moved to either side of her head not long after but rather than pull her further onto his cock like she expected he actually started to push her off it. For a moment she fought his attempts to remove her, wanting to savor the sensation a little longer. But when her sex crazed brain reminded her of all the other places he could stick such a delightfully big shaft she quickly stopped resisting.

Only when her lips left his cock with a wet pop did Rachel realize just how turned on she was. Her panties were completely soaked through and the smell of her pussy practically filled the room. She was torn between the need to resume masturbating and the desire to finally get some black dick. Mason's hands left her head and she looked up at him, a little dribble of spit and precum trickling down her smiling face. Though he didn't say a word everything about his expression and body language screamed 'I want to fuck you'. Confident she knew what he wanted and more than happy to oblige him Rachel scooped up the discarded condom and hurriedly tore it open. Once more holding his cock aloft she started to slide the rubber down his meaty shaft, small shivers of anticipation coursing through her as she did. But the further down his shaft the condom went the faster it seemed to run out. It came to a stop nearly three inches before the base of his cock and was so tight it looked like his prick was wearing a poorly fitted, clear shirt. Rachel stared at it in frustration for several seconds, silently cursing herself for assuming the stereotype would be untrue.

Just as she was about to ask him what he wanted to do Mason's dick throbbed and the rubber exploded off his dick. “Oh!” Rachel gasped.

“Well that's an issue . . .” Mason remarked.

“Not if you don't mind fucking me bareback it isn't!” Rachel teased. She was far too horny to stop now and the condom had really only been a formality anyways, “Come on big boy, I won't get pregnant!”

Chuckling at her devil may care attitude Mason slid the constricting ring from his cock and said, “Well if you're going to twist my arm . . .”

Laughing at the decidedly neutral way he said that Rachel rose to her feet and stepped backwards. She made sure to keep one hand on his cock as she moved, delighting in the way it throbbed against her fingers. With one sweep of her arm she knocked everything off the desk and reclined on it like a bed, her plump ass half hanging off the edge. Mason didn't waste anytime moving between her shapely legs and pulling her panties aside to expose her cunt. He rested her ankles against his broad shoulders and guided his cock towards her waiting slit. The spit soaked tip brushed against her outer lips a moment later and Rachel immediately moaned. She sat up as best she could to watch him enter her, silently hoping he wasn't going to try and tease her a little or make her beg for it. If he did there was no way she'd be able to avoid revealing just how hungry she truly was for his dick. 

Thankfully Mason appeared to be just as horny as she was because he didn't take longer than a second to start pushing his cock inside her. At first it slid into her well lubricated hole without an issue, several inches disappearing into her tight cunt in the blink of an eye. It wasn't until he reached the middle, which was also the thickest, of his dick that her pussy couldn't fit him anymore. Her breath caught in her chest and a surprised whimper emerged from her lips as she felt him pause. The inner walls of her slit tensed and pushed back against the seemingly enormous girth trying to enter her. No matter how much she relaxed or how hard she tried to just let him in her cunt refused to let more than a centimeter or two enter. Seemingly unperturbed by her body's unwillingness Mason continued to push forward without missing a beat. His hands grabbed the waist of her still buttoned skirt and gripped it tightly while his stance widened and he let out a low growl.

She was in the middle of opening her mouth to say something when he suddenly lurched forward with all his strength. The remainder of his cock plunged into her pussy in one powerful motion. Rachel's back arched in surprise as a sudden and unexpected climax washed over her. A barely audible scream emerged from her open mouth, a myriad of different and complimentary pleasures flooding her body at the same time. The fact that he hadn't even hesitated to force the rest of his cock inside her as though that was where it should have been along was more arousing than she could have ever thought. His dick had barely reached the end of her cunt before he started pulling back with the same groan as before. She could only squirm and whimper with anticipation, her sudden orgasm fading but not quite gone, while his prick scraped against her inner walls. He stopped with just under half of his shaft free and thrusted back inside with just as much force. In a flash she was being fucked by long, fluid strokes that sent her mind on an expedition to the land of lust and her body hurtling towards another, even stronger climax.

“Fuck yes! Shove that big, black cock inside me! Oh God fuck my white pussy!”

The words had left her mouth before she even realized she was saying them. Rachel flushed crimson with embarrassment and looked at Mason with a sheepish but unapologetic smile. He shook his head and grinned at her, wordlessly increasing the speed of his thrusting as he did. Grateful he didn't take offense to her words and more than happy to get a proper fucking she laid back against the desk and let the pleasure wash over her. She kept one hand on her breast to play with her stiff nipple while the other glided down her smooth belly to find her hairless cunt. Her index and middle finger pressed against her swollen clit and immediately started moving in small but quick circles. Pleasure instantly arced out from her sensitive bud, her entire body tightening in response. Mason let out an approving groan and started thrusting even harder. His movements only added to her enjoyment and the not quite faded remnants of her first climax ensured she was never without a constant ripple of ecstasy. The harder her pussy clamped down around him the faster he slammed into her and the more aroused she became. It felt like her head was swimming in chloroform and her mind could only focus on his endlessly moving cock. Once more words began to pour from Rachel's mouth as steadily as fluids gushed from her cunt.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Rachel panted, furiously rubbing her clit, “Oh fuck, OH FUCK!”

She didn't care if the entire building could hear her cries, Mason's cock felt too good for her to focus on anything else. Every thrust of his big black dick sent spasms of pleasure surging through her entire body. Every wet smack of his weighty balls against her ass made her toes curl and her tight little hole hunger for his shaft too. The echoes of her first climax hadn't fully subsided and his constant, powerful thrusting was already pushing her to another. Pussy juice soaked their lower halves, the desk, and her carpet with little drops flying all over her office each time his hips collided with hers. Rachel did her best to sit up and drink in the sight of Mason's strong features as he fucked her but the constant ebb and flow of her arousal made it nearly impossible to remain upright. Before long her quivering body collapsed against the desk, one hand gripping the edge beside her head and the other continuing to play with her sensitive nub.

“I'm gonna cum!” She whimpered, “Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!”

“Me too!” Mason grunted.

Rachel's heart leapt into her throat at his words as her weary brain suddenly remembered the distinct lack of protection on his throbbing dick. For a split second she opened her mouth to tell him to pull out and drain his balls down her throat. But the moment his thrusting took on a more rough, animalistic bent any thoughts of changing course vanished in an instant. Wrapping her legs around his waist and moaning his name so fast it was almost gibberish she let herself fall completely into her second orgasm within ten minutes. Just as powerful as the first, arcs of pleasure lanced through her body to reach the tips of every extremity. Her head was swimming in a haze and her every movement was guided by a pure, unfiltered desire to prolong her ecstasy as long as possible. She could feel Mason's cock beginning to throb inside her wildly quivering cunt and the thought of having a bellyful of his spunk somehow made her even hornier.

While her hand was a blur across her clit his knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped Rachel's crumpled skirt while fucking her with every ounce of strength he could muster. The constant rush of fluids combined with her wild moaning and almost uncomfortably tight slit made it nearly impossible for him to keep his lust in check. He managed to go another minute before finally reaching the end of his endurance. With a groan that almost drowned out Rachel's whimpers he shoved every throbbing centimeter of his cock into her pussy and held her in place. His balls tightened and the first spurt of cum exploded out of his dick like a cannon. Both their eyes shut in rapturous delight as his cum drenched her inner walls and poured into her womb without the slightest obstruction. Load after load poured into her cunt in the blink of an eye, Rachel squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat while Mason's broad chest heaved and his muscles rippled.

Though his climax didn't last more than fifteen seconds it was more than enough to leave her completely breathless and utterly spent. Her body continued to twitch and shiver from the fading bursts of pleasure. He didn't pull out immediately after finished, instead choosing to savor the feel of her convulsing slit for a moment. But as the cum started to dribble out of her pussy and his legs began to shake he was forced to step back and stumble towards the chair. As soon as his softening prick slid free of her cunt Rachel's hand slid between her quivering thighs in a halfhearted and barely conscious attempt to keep too much of his jizz from spilling out. Had she been able to see the gooey streaks of pussy juice and cum running down her desk and pooling on the carpet she wouldn't have tried. Even with her fingers buried in her slit copious amounts of jizz was trickling through her limp digits. Had she a little more energy she might have brought some up to her mouth for a sample, the taste of cum long being one of her favorites. But she was too exhausted to do much of anything aside from bask in the afterglow of their coitus.

After a few deep breaths she did manage to gather the strength to turn towards Mason and say in a slightly hoarse voice, “Thank you for your investment Mr. Evans, I'm glad we could reach an agreement!”

“As am I Mrs. Greenberg. But if you'd let me finish earlier you would have learned that we were going to invest before we got . . . sidetracked.”

Rachel froze mid lip bite, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth opening, “You . . . what?”

“I came here to tell you my firm is going to invest.”

“R-really?”

“Yes.” The corners of Mason's mouth twitched as he watched Rachel's expression slowly change. He could almost see the wheels in her head starting to turn as she processed what he was saying, “Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?”

Slowly shaking her head and looking at him with a mixture of disbelief and confusion she hobbled around her desk and plopped down in her chair, “So I didn't need to do any of that?”

“No. Is that how you always go about persuading investors?”

“Not always! Most of the time a little flirting gets the job done. Maybe a handjob under a table or something . . .”

“I see.”

“Yeah . . .” Rachel had never felt sluttier in all her life. It was a feeling that both aroused and depressed her, “So . . .”

“Unless there's anything else you want I'd say we're done here.”

Rising from his seat and tucking his cock back into his pants Mason straightened his jacket and started to gather his things. Rachel watched him with an embarrassed grin, wanting to say something but unsure of what would be appropriate under the circumstances. She didn't even bother buttoning up her blouse or pulling her skirt back down. He'd seen everything she had to offer and it was long past the time for modesty. Mason had just about finished collecting his when she finally managed to prop herself up on one arm.

“Well this was . . . actually a pretty fun way to get through a meeting,” Mason remarked, looking her directly in the eyes as he spoke, “I trust what we did here stays between us right? My partners might be jealous if they hear about the perks I receive.”

Rachel perked up at his choice of words, a smile spreading across her face, “Of course! This won't be the last time we do this.”

“Definitely not. Although in the future I think we might want to go someplace a bit less conspicuous.”

“Naturally. But until we figure something out . . .”

“Yes?”

“Wanna go again?”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and, after several seconds of silence, he said “I suppose I can take an early lunch.”