CB... Ivanka T...

"Sure, but fuck them."

He likes her phrase of words. Because that's exactly what he's planning on doing to Mrs. Trump. He knew tonight, his charming tongue, and dark skin, would make him the luckiest man in the world.

Ivanka and Alex return to the limo, where Jarod waits. They head back to the house, and once they arrive, Jarod heads upstairs, leaving Ivanka and Alex alone in the living room.

"Thank you," Ivanka said.

"For what?" Alex asks, confused.

"For being a part of our lives."

She steps forward and kisses him on the cheek. He stands there, shocked, and she pulls back as he tries to act in shock.

"Sorry," she says. "That was inappropriate."

"No, it's fine." He takes a deep breath, then asks, "Do you... Do you want to kiss me again?" His confidence has grown since the dinner.

She nods, and he leans in, placing his lips against hers. Their bodies press together, and he can feel her breasts against his chest through their fancy clothes. His hands move to her waist, and he holds her close.

The quick peck ends and they pull away, staring into each other's eyes. They are both breathing slightly, and Ivanka's heart is racing. She feels something she has never felt before, a fire in her loins that won't be extinguished until she is satiated.

Alex, having seen and done things in his life in the street for less, has had more experience than her, and can see it on her face. All the young sluts he fucked, the older junkies who turn him out. He will never get taken away from this holy Grail of a place.

"You want me, don't you?"

She whispers no to herself, not able to hide her desire anymore. That she's so tempted by him. To let him fuck her like she's nothing but a slut. "You should go to sleep, Alex."

"Okay, step mommy. But don't worry, my door is always open." He leaves but left that old image of his nude black dick flashing inside her head.

Ivanka watches as he leaves the room, and she lets out a sigh. She wants him but knows it is wrong. She never wanted a black man before. But now. Now she...

She goes upstairs gets undressed and lays down. She thinks of her husband, then the young man. She has been married for over ten years and has been faithful.

Her husband is a nice man, but not as attractive as Alex. She doesn't know why she finds herself attracted to him. She feels ashamed and guilty and tries to fall asleep. But her body is aching, and her mind is full of images of her with Alex. She can't get him out of her head.

She slips a hand between her legs and begins to stroke herself, imagining it is Alex touching her. Her husband watching her do this. His eyes, the color of a clear sky, are locked on her. His lips, which always taste of the wine they drink, are pursed, as if in concentration. His fingers, so gentle, yet strong, are running up and down her slit. She gasps as he brushes against her clit, and he smiles, knowing what he is doing. Helping his wife get off, not knowing what she's truly thinking about.

"Fuck..." Ivanka moans, her hips bucking against her hand. She feels herself growing closer to orgasm, and her husband's face appears in her mind, his eyes closed and his mouth open, as he enjoys his own pleasure. She bites her lip, holding back her moans, as she pushes herself over the edge. Imagining her hubby sitting in a chair watching Alex fucking her.

She is left panting, and her body is tingling...


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