Chapter 1 - Bad deeds
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Bad deeds were enacted to create immorality meant to sustain Derek’s immortality. Bad deeds had led Kachinga to the church office. Fueled by his anger, the ring with a black diamond on his finger would help him achieve his ambitions. He’d fuck the pastor’s wife to sustain his queen’s health.
Kachinga: “Why won’t you look at me?”
“I’m busy.” She frantically typed.
She wore a tight V-shaped T-shirt and a white jacket which accentuated her big plump body he frequently revelled in. The cleavage of her huge boobs eased his temper. The nipples that poked her T-shirt compelled Kachinga’s midsection to tingle. The thought of being inside of her forced him to stand. Kachinga sauntered with an erect cock, rounded the desk and leaned against it. She gawked at Kachinga’s bulged midsection.
Her: “What are you doing? My husband will be here any minute now.”
Kachinga: “So what, you’re be divorcing him anyway.”
Kachinga pulled up her chin caressed her glossed bistre lips with his. Tender to the touch and sweet like strawberries. She pushed him and almost fell from the chair.
Her: “I am going to scream.”
She breathed heavily and pulled her skirt down when she stood up.
Kachinga: “Do it. You want this as much as I do.”
In his anger, he kicked the chair to the side, grabbed and kissed her hard. She slipped her tongue in his mouth inviting him to assuage her desire. His hard cock rubbed on her thick delicate thighs and rendered him slightly dizzy. She stripped his shirt off caressed his neck with light kisses. He threw her jacket across the room and ripped her V-shaped t-shirt. The red lace bra held her big boobs. He kissed the top of her breast.
Her: “Kachinga...”
He removed her bra with expertise. Her beautiful large breasts with spidery stretch marks plopped on her belly. Kachinga licked her large circular ebony areola and nipple.
His hand clutched her big ass cheek while the other fumbled to unzip her skirt.
Her: “We have to stop.”
She pleaded with her eyes but her hand fondled his cock.
He stepped back then shoved the papers and laptop aside on the desk. He lifted her and placed her on it. Instructed her to lay on the desk, spread her legs and slowly lifted her skirt revealing a red laced pant soaked with her sex.
Kachinga: “Babe, I want you so bad.”
He slipped her panties off and made out with her lips. Sucked her clit with his wet tongue as though it provided him with sustenance.
Kachinga: “Babe, you’re too sweet today.”
Her: “Please, stop. ”
She pleaded, whimpered, held his head and urged him to help her culminate.
Kachinga caressed her ebony petals with his tongue. Kachinga stopped. Picked her laced panty from the floor and placed it in her mouth without resistance.
Kachinga: “You’re talking too much. Nod your head if you want me to fuck you and grab my hand if you want me to stop.”
He unbuckled his belt slipped off his jeans and disclosed his throbbing elongated cock.
Kachinga: “Look at how hard I am for you.”
She sat up and stroked him. He slapped her hand away.
Kachinga: “Nod for yes.”
She nodded her head, laid on the desk, spread and arched her legs.
He parted her soaked melanin petals with his tip, teasing the entrance of her wet crevice then slowly slid into her. She swallowed him whole. He received the sweetness with a shiver of his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he thrust her on the creaking office desk. Her moans were suppressed by the lace panty. Her eyes rolled back savouring the strokes of his cock.
Kachinga wanted his queen to be powerful enough to fight her enemies. The power of the ring coursed through his veins granting him the stamina to achieve the deed.
Kachinga: “Oh, yes.” He moaned.
A bang on the door interrupted him. The woman he fucked shook her head in fear. He smiled and thrust her as if his life depended on it.
Sharon: “Kachinga, open this fucking door! I know the bitch is in there.”
