Ben’s phone buzzed in the middle of his leisurely drive through the countryside, the vibrant hues of fall painting the trees along the road. He glanced at the screen and saw Natasha’s name light up. “Ah, the persistent one,” he murmured to himself, a hint of amusement in his voice. He declined the call. In a few moments, his phone chimed with a new message. He opened it and read Natasha’s eager plea for a meeting to discuss his insurance needs. Ben smirked, knowing the lengths she’d go to land his lucrative account. Instead of responding to that he called Mr. Rovi, his gardener who is around 65.
“Rovi,” Ben said, his voice crisp over the phone, “I’ve got a little surprise for you. There is an insurance lady named Natasha who’s quite eager to meet with me. She’s going to be by the house at 3 pm sharp. Now, I’d like you to play a part in this little drama. When she arrives, tell her you’re me. Just go along with it and enjoy.” Rovi’s English was limited. Ben understood that Rovi didn’t fully grasp the nuances of what was being asked of him. “Rovi, listen carefully,” Ben continued, his tone slightly more serious. “She’s a Russian lady. She’s going to do anything to get my business. You just stay neutral regarding account details and let her think she’s talking to me. Can you handle that?” Rovi nodded, even though Ben couldn’t see him, and replied, “Yes, boss. I understand… But what do you mean by she does anything?” His voice had a tinge of nervousness, and Ben could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. Ben chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just play along, old chap. Consider it a chance to live a bit of a fantasy. I won’t be back until late tonight, so take your time. The house is yours.” Rovi swallowed hard, his throat dry as he took in the weight of Ben’s words.
Ben hanged up the call and immediately sent Natasha a message confirming that he would be available at 3 pm. Her response was swift and sugared with gratitude. “Thank you so much, Mr. Ben,” she wrote, her excitement palpable even through the digital screen. “I promise I won’t take much of your time.” Ben couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, already envisioning the unfolding scenario. He whispered under his breath, “Let’s just see how far you’re willing to go, Natasha.”
At 2:45 pm, Natasha pulled up to Ben’s sprawling estate in her sleek black BMW, her heart racing as she approached the grand electronic gates. The ivy-covered pillars stood tall, framing the entrance like the arms of a welcoming sentinel. As she waited for the gates to open, she checked her makeup in the rearview mirror one last time, ensuring her fiery red lipstick was flawless and her long brunette hair was tucked neatly behind her ears. The gates buzzed to life, and she watched as they slowly parted, revealing the immaculate driveway that led to the mansion she had only seen in pictures. She felt a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her as she drove through, the tires crunching softly on the gravel beneath.
Rovi stepped out, looking surprisingly elegant in the oversized white t-shirt and trousers that Ben often donned. His brown skin contrasted sharply with the pristine fabric, giving him a somewhat exotic appeal. He walked over to Natasha with a measured gait, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. The moment Natasha stepped out of the car, she knew she had his attention. Her black short skirt, and white tank top had been carefully selected to showcase her ample curves and command authority. Rovi’s heart skipped a beat as he took in this 27 year old lady's beauty, feeling a wave of both excitement and fear. He’d never interacted with a woman quite like Natasha. When Natasha came closer with a wide smile and a hand stretching towards him to shake, he realized, she is tall! She towered over him, and Rovi had to look up to meet her gaze. While shaking hands Natasha noticed his hand was a bit rough, unlike what she had expected from a wealthy man like Ben. She also couldn’t help but wonder why he was so dark looking, quite unlike the English Ben she had envisioned. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Her eyes were on the prize, and she wasn’t about to let anything distract her.
Natasha followed Rovi into the living room, her heels clicking rhythmically against the marble floor. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and musk perfume, with a faint undercurrent of cigar smoke. The grandeur of the room was undeniable, with its high ceilings, ornate fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the meticulously landscaped gardens. “Your house is simply breathtaking, Mr. Ben,” she gushed, her voice as smooth as honey. Rovi nodded, his eyes never leaving her face, his expression unreadable. Soon, Natasha launched into her well-rehearsed sales pitch, detailing the intricacies of her company’s insurance plans for corporate assets and personal wealth. Her words flowed like a river, full of promise and urgency. And as she spoke, Rovi nodded along, his eyes glazed over with incomprehension. He knew enough English to follow simple instructions, but the complex jargon of the insurance world was as foreign to him as the language itself.
Suddenly, Rovi’s phone began to ring. It was Ben, watching the interaction unfold on his CCTV from the safety of his office. He picked up the call and whispered into the receiver, “Just repeat what I say, word for word.” Rovi nodded, his eyes flicking to Natasha for a brief moment before returning to the phone. Ben continued, “I am in a meeting right now.” Rovi’s voice echoed Ben’s words. Ben’s plan was simple: he’d feed Rovi lines to keep Natasha engaged while simultaneously revealing snippets of his wealth to pique her interest. Ben continued, “But I’ve instructed my real estate manager, Steve, to finish all these matters today.” Rovi repeated the sentence, and Natasha’s gaze sharpened. She could feel the potential commission growing larger with every word.
Ben then instructed Rovi to hang up the call and keep the phone away. “Now, just chat with her casually,” he whispered into the phone. “Ask about her work, how long she’s been with the company, that kind of stuff. And please, sit comfortably on that sofa like it’s yours. Make her feel at ease.” Rovi nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been in this position before. Rovi hanged up the call, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He turned to Natasha, his face a mask of seriousness, and asked, “How is your job, Natasha? How long you have been in this… insurance business?” His fake British accent was a poor imitation of Ben’s, but Natasha didn’t seem to notice, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Only a few months,” Natasha replied, her smile never faltering. “I’ve been eager to prove myself, Mr. Ben. And I’m confident that with your account, I can make a real impact.” She watched Rovi closely as she spoke, his dark eyes giving away nothing. He leaned back into the plush sofa cushions and rubbed his chin, nodding thoughtfully. His gaze, however, kept drifting to the swell of her breasts that peeked out from the top of her white tank top. She leaned forward slightly, allowing the fabric to gap even more, and his eyes widened, unable to resist the tantalizing view. Natasha felt a thrill of satisfaction at his reaction, her heart racing as she realized she had his full attention.
Sensing an opening, she decided to play her hand. She slowly rose from the couch, the leather creaking softly as she moved. She sashayed towards him, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew her own power. Rovi’s eyes followed her like a hawk, his breath quickening. When she reached him, she bent down, placing a hand on his knee and whispered, “Sir, I assure you that this insurance deal will be an incredibly mutually beneficial opportunity for both of us.” Her breath was warm against his skin, and the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, a sweet and tantalizing bouquet of flowers and vanilla. Rovi swallowed hard, his English failing him as he processed her words. “What deal?” he asked, his voice gruff. Natasha’s smile grew wider, and she leaned closer, her cleavage dangerously close to spilling out of her top. “The kind of deal,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive, “where everyone walks away happy.”
Rovi’s mind raced, then, with a deep breath, he mustered some courage. “Mutually beneficial, would you say?” He stumbled over the phrase, his voice gruff and thick. Natasha’s smile grew even more tantalizing as she nodded. “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his. “I’d be more than happy to ensure that you would find the experience… fulfilling.” Rovi’s heart hammered in his chest as Natasha’s presence filled the room, her confidence and allure almost tangible. He knew that Ben had given him the nod, but the reality of the situation was still setting in. “I like fulfilling things,” he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha stood straight, her full, seductive lips curving into a knowing smile as she pulled her tank top over her head with both hands. Her ample breasts, now revealed, were encased in a simple yet elegant white bra that seemed to be holding back a bountiful treasure. Rovi’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mouth going dry. He felt a sudden rush of excitement and nervousness as she moved closer, her curves swaying mesmerizingly. She threw the garment aside and reached for the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down with a smooth motion that revealed her matching white panties. Natasha stepped out of the pool of fabric at her feet, now standing before him like a marble statue come to life. She pressed her hand to the center of Rovi’s broad shoulder and straddled him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Rovi could feel the warmth of her body, the heaviness of her thighs pressing into his own. Hesitancy melted away as Natasha’s weight settled completely on his lap. Her softness was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and in that moment, he knew that Ben’s little game had taken a big turn.
Without waiting for further instruction, Rovi’s arms wrapped around Natasha’s waist, pulling her closer as he claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, exploring the soft curves that she offered so freely. Natasha moaned into his mouth, her hips moving instinctively against him. When he pulled back, she was left breathless, her eyes dark with desire. She bit her lower lip, tasting the remnants of their kiss, and then she leaned in for another, her hands cradling the back of his head, urging him to deepen it. Rovi’s strong arms tightened around her as he kissed her with a hunger that surprised even him. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of a woman’s body, and Natasha’s fiery embrace was intoxicating.
He paused for a moment, pulling her back slightly to look at her once again from head to hips. Her thick figure was indeed a feast for the eyes, each curve and swell a testament to her feminine power. His eyes lingered on the stretch of her belly, the softness of her skin seemingly begging to be touched. His arousal grew stronger by the second, pressing insistently against the fabric of his shorts. Rovi had never been with a woman as voluptuous as Natasha, and his desire for her was growing with every breath she took. Natasha, mistaking his silence for dissatisfaction, began to worry. She had to make sure that Ben, or rather Rovi, enjoyed every second of this.
With a decisive nod, Rovi strode over to the corner of the expansive living room, Natasha watching him with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He stopped at an elegant entertainment center, where a state-of-the-art Bose sound system was installed. Rovi was actually getting into the role, his earlier nervousness replaced with a newfound confidence that Ben had inadvertently ignited. He picked out a CD from a small collection and slid it into the system with surprising grace. The opening notes of “E.T.” by Katy Perry featuring Kanye West began to fill the air with the lyrics “I got a dirty mind, I got filthy ways… I’m tryna bathe my ape in your milky way.” Rovi turned back to Natasha with a knowing smirk, he removed his t-shirt in one fluid motion. His dark brown body rippled with muscles earned from years of manual labor, a stark contrast to Ben’s more sedentary lifestyle. His skin tone was a rich mahogany, a testament to his life spent under the sun years before. Natasha’s eyes widened as she took in his bare torso, the light dusting of hair trailing down to the waistband of his shorts. And there she could see the unmistakable outline of his arousal, a clear sign that he was ready for the challenge she had laid before him. Natasha’s confusion about her not being attractive to him had vanished entirely. From biting her nails in anxiety, she had transformed into a voracious seductress, hungry for the deal she knew she could secure with her body.
Natasha approached Rovi with a newfound boldness, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. She stopped just before him and turned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She began to rub her ass against his growing erection playfully, her hands tracing the curves of her body as if she were sculpting a masterpiece. The fabric of her panties was thin, allowing Rovi to feel the heat emanating from her. His breathing grew heavy as she ground against him, the fabric of his shorts straining with his arousal. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his, and whispered, “You like what you see, Mr. Ben?” Rovi nodded, his voice gruff and thick with lust. “I like it. I want to eat it,” he replied, his English faltering under the weight of his desire. She giggled, the sound like a siren’s call, and leaned back, pressing her back against his chest. Her skin was warm and soft, a stark contrast to his firm, muscular frame. Her butt cheeks squeezing his growing cock. Rovi looked down, and he dropped to his knees, his hands moving to cup her generous butt. Natasha’s breath hitched as he dug his face into her cheeks, inhaling deeply. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel his stubble against her skin. “Oh, Mr. Ben,” she moaned, her voice breathy with excitement. He opened his mouth, and she felt his tongue trace the line of her panties, teasing her. She leaned back further, giving him complete access.
Rovi’s hands moved up her body to her breasts, which were spilling out of her bra. He grabbed them firmly, his thumbs circling over the bra. The sensation was so good, and Natasha’s knees nearly buckled. “Mm, so soft,” he murmured in her ear, his voice low and gruff. He stood, and Natasha turned to face him, her eyes dark with passion. “Do you like soft, Mr. Ben?” she teased, her voice a purr. Rovi smirked and squeezed harder, the mounds of flesh filling his hands perfectly. “Oh, yes,” he groaned.. Natasha bit her lips in pleasure, arching her back to push her breasts in his hands. “Mmmm…these are like ripe mangoes,” he murmured, his eyes opening to meet hers, a spark of mischief in his gaze. “What do you do with mangoes?” she whispered, her voice a challenge. “I eat them, in kitchen,” Rovi’s English was broken, but his meaning was clear. Natasha’s eyes widened, and she said, “Well, let’s go to the kitchen then.”
She strutted away from him, her hips swaying like a fox that had caught the scent of its prey. Rovi watched her, his eyes devouring every inch of her body. He could feel his erection growing even harder, straining against his trousers. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he followed her. The kitchen was a symphony of steel and marble, gleaming under the soft lights. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the heat that was building between them. Rovi held his hand over the bulge in his trousers, gently caressing it, his eyes never leaving Natasha’s retreating form. It was as if he was sharpening a blade, preparing for the battle of seduction. When he walked in, he saw her bra laying discarded on the floor, a white fabric once containing her ample breasts. He swallowed hard, his heart racing with anticipation.
The sight that greeted him was like something out of his wildest fantasies. Natasha perched on the kitchen island, her legs crossed and her panties dangling from her hand. Her breasts were indeed like ripe mangoes, begging to be tasted. Her skin was flawless, the paleness a stark contrast to the dark granite countertop she sat upon. Her eyes were a smoldering invitation, promising him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.
Rovi’s pulse quickened as he approached her, his hands reaching out to grasp her upper arms, pulling her closer to him. He leaned in, his face buried in her ample cleavage, and inhaled deeply. It was a scent of pure temptation, a heady mix of perfume and the sweet musk of a woman ready for a man’s touch. Natasha’s breath hitched, her body arching towards him, urging him closer. His rough hands gripped her firmly. His face nestled between her breasts, as if hiding from the world in a white pillow of desire. He pulled his head back for some air, his eyes dark with need, and then descended again, his mouth claiming her flesh with a hunger that was almost feral. He moved to her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from Natasha, who threw her head back in pleasure. Her long brunette hair cascading down her back, the strands sticking to her damp neck. She grabbed his head, her nails digging gently into his scalp, urging him on as he feasted on her breasts. Slowly his attention shifted, moving down the soft, inviting path of her body. She spread her legs wider, eagerly offering him access to her most intimate place. A glistening pearl of arousal peeked out from the folds, begging for his attention. Rovi’s mouth watered at the sight, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been with a woman so eager, so willing to give herself to him completely. He took his time, exploring her with his tongue, savoring every inch of her skin. He grabbed her thighs and hoisted them over his broad shoulders, the strength in his arms surprising Natasha as she gripped the edge of the counter for support. The coolness of the marble sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the heat from his breath as he approached her center. The gap between her legs closed as he buried his mouth in her wetness. His tongue danced over her clit, flicking and teasing it with a finesse she hadn’t expected from a man of his background. Rovi’s English might be limited, but his tongue certainly knew no boundaries. He pulled back and looked up at her with a face that was a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. Natasha’s hunger grew, she hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. And whats hiding behind that tent in his shorts made her more hungry. She held his waistband and tugged it down with all her might. Rovi stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled the shorts down himself. His cock sprang free, dark and proud, pointing at her like an arrow seeking its target. Natasha’s eyes widened, she had never seen a cock so…different. It was thick and long enough with the color of rich, dark chocolate. The sight of it made her mouth water, she had always had a taste for the exotic. She looked around the kitchen for something to enhance their experience and spotted a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup on the counter. With a naughty smile, she grabbed it and popped the cap off with her thumb and she slid down from the tabel top. The sweet scent of chocolate filled the air, mingling with the scent of their desire. She held it over his cock and let the syrup flow down its length, watching it glisten under the soft lights. It was a decadent sight, a chocolate fountain that she couldn’t wait to taste. Rovi’s eyes grew wide, watching her with a mix of confusion and excitement. He had never had chocolate syrup on his cock before, but he liked the idea of Natasha’s sweet tooth. He stepped closer to her, his cock now coated in the sticky syrup. She kept her eyes on him as she licked her lips, the anticipation building in the air like a storm about to break.
Natasha slowly went down on her knees, her heart racing with excitement. The scent of chocolate and the intoxicating aroma of Rovi’s manhood filled her nose with a cocktail of lust. She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his, and licked the syrup from the base of his cock to the tip with a long, slow stroke of her tongue. The taste of chocolate was unlike anything she had ever experienced, made even more delicious by the underlying saltiness of his skin. It was a flavor that seemed to awaken something primal within her, a hunger that demanded to be satiated. She felt a thrill of power as Rovi’s body tensed, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a low, guttural moan. She moved her head upward, her tongue tracing the veins of his shaft, savoring the sweetness of the syrup mixed with the essence of his arousal. She took a lover’s kiss to the head of his cock, a gentle peck that blended the sticky sweetness with the hint of his precum. It was a tantalizing mix that made her crave everything he had to offer.
A dark, muscular man held Natasha’s brunette head with surprising gentleness, his long fingers tangled in her hair. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of surprise and pure lust as she stared up at him, her mouth stretched around the thickness of his cock. The stark contrast of his mahogany skin against her pale face was erotic, a visual representation of their unlikely union. Rovi’s hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, pushing his length deeper into her mouth, the sound of their wet kisses echoing through the kitchen. It was a sight that would have made a lesser man in his 60s worry about his heart, but Rovi felt more alive than ever, his heart pounding with a vigor that belied his age. And soon, Natasha’s mouth was filled with the warmth of his seed, his thick cream spilling onto her tongue and down her throat. He watched as she took it all, her eyes never leaving his, her cheeks hollowing out with each gulp.
