A Slow Descent Pt. 03

G'day All,

It's finally here, the last chapter of A Slow Descent. I got sidetracked on another project so it's taken longer than I would like.

Just a quick recap Helena is a married real estate agent and mother of two. She leased a large house to three musicians from the city to use as a recording studio and becomes enthralled by the new comers as they seduce her employees. Eventually she too succumbs to one of the guys, a rapper named 10K. At the end of Part two she vowed to not go back and had organized to head to the city for a tourist conference.

Thanks to Favored for his editing.

Cheers

CharlieB4

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Two weeks later the time for the tourist promotion in the city rolled around so I was packing to go. I had half a mind to cancel and not go but thought after I'd changed my plans once it would be really weird to change them again. Something came up in the office the next morning so my departure was delayed. It meant I couldn't travel with the others from our committee and I would have to drive myself. It didn't worry me too much and I arrived at the hotel around two in the afternoon.

I rang the others as I walked to the reception desk having left my bags for the valet to bring. The girls were at the convention centre and had almost finished setting up our booth. We decided to meet for a drink in the hotel bar later in the afternoon. I was contemplating a little shopping trip however I decided to go to my room and get unpacked before I went.

I went to the lifts and was waiting for one to open when I saw my luggage and two dress bags on a trolley being pushed towards me by an attendant in a suit. Perfect timing I thought and I went inside the lift that had just opened and held the door open button. With the trolley and attendant inside I closed the door and pressed the button for the twelfth floor where my room was located.

"Hang on ma'am, you've been upgraded." A voice came from the other side of the dress bags and a hand waved another pass key over the top of the trolley.

I took it and saw it was on the twenty fifth floor. That was well above my pay grade.

"Are you sure?"

"Certainly ma'am," came the polite reply from the attendant still mostly hidden by the dress bags.

I pushed the pass key in to the slot and the lift sailed up to the twenty fifth floor. When the door opened I walked out into a square room with three doors, one on each of the other walls. Above each one was a sign, royal suite, presidential suite and the ambassador's suite. Something was wrong, someone must have been playing a trick. I turned to talk to the attendant.

"There must be some mistake ..." My voice trailed off as he stepped out from behind the trolley. It was the first time I'd seen him properly. "10K? Is that you?"

He gave a nervous smile, "Yes, but you can call me by my real name, Ezekiel, if you like?"

"But how? Why?"

I was flabbergasted, the dreadlocks were gone, the three days growth on his face was gone. His grubby t shirt and shorts had been replaced by a tailored Italian suit.

He stepped closer, "I had to see you again."

"How did you know I was here?" I asked retreating.

"Jane told Jamal." He came closer again.

"I'm married," I kept back pedaling but came up against a wall.

"I know and your husband is a very lucky man." He was still moving towards me, not in a threatening way but escape seemed impossible.

"I'm old."

"Your beautiful," he countered, he was so close now I could smell him. "I won't do anything to you if you say no."

His hand touched my forearm and I pulled it back quickly banging my elbow in the wall behind me. The pain bought my focus back to my body and I could feel the telltale signs of my own arousal at the close proximity of this man.

"I'm not one of your groupies," my brain was trying desperately to overrule my body.

"I don't have groupies," he was so close now our bodies were almost touching. His head came close to mine and I turned away but could still feel his breath on my neck.

"What about Annie?" I spat and instantly regretted it. I sounded like a jealous girlfriend.

"That was for you, you like to watch. I saw you in the corridor the first day." He spoke softly directly into my ear.

"You saw?" Color burnt my cheeks, was it embarrassment or arousal.

"Yes, I saw it all. I saw you in the hallway the second time too. Annie was my audition for you." His lips moved lower and lightly kissed the nape of my neck.

"Oh god please," I pleaded but I didn't say no.

I didn't want to say no, I wanted him again I wanted it so bad. He finally pressed his body against me, squeezing me against the wall and I groaned as all the nerve endings in my body fired their excitement to my brain. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine seeking his lips. His kiss matched my hunger so I began tearing at his clothes eager to begin.

"Wait, my queen. The royal suite awaits."

Ezekiel took the pass key from me and slipped it into the slot of the door beside us. When the door clicked he pushed it open and motioned me inside while he dragged the baggage trolley behind him.

With the trolley inside I slammed the door shut before attacking him again. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt I pushed it and his coat off his shoulders so his chest was bare. We kissed again as I worked on his belt and pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning before letting them fall. His big black cock strained against his boxers, pressing into my stomach.

Pushing him backwards I forced him into a nearby armchair then sank to my knees between his legs. Remembering Ezekiel's earlier instructions I looked into his eyes as I pulled off his underwear and his hard cock popped out in front of me. I stroked it slowly, while cupping his heavy balls in my other hand and scratching his perineum. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his penis so I leaned forward and flicked it off with my tongue.

Still keeping eye contact I ducked down and began licking his black pole from base to tip. Once I was sure he was at full mast I concentrated on the tip, alternating between teasing and full blown sucking. Ezekiel stopped me and sat forward holding my face in his hands.

"Let's find somewhere more comfortable," he said, standing up them offering his hand to help me do the same.

We quickly explored the rooms in the suite until we found the main bedroom dominated by a large four post bed. This time Ezekiel took the initiative and swept me off my feet, took a couple of steps to the edge of the bed where he threw my giggling frame onto the soft cover. Grabbing my flailing legs, he lifted them high and pulled me to the edge of the bed as I struggled playfully.

I withered and squealed while he removed my clothes, fondling his genitals whenever they came close enough. I lay back naked and breathless while Ezekiel remained standing drinking in the sight of my body in the well lit room. He squatted down bringing his face close to my waiting pussy. I tried to stop him, I hadn't showered since the morning, but he restrained my hands with his own and was so close I could feel his breath on my pussy.

On the rare occasion Jim 'went down to the basement' it was only after I bathed. The image of Jim in my head fueled some unease and I attempted to close my legs. Ezekiel chose that moment to attack, he wasn't just licking my cunt he was devouring it. Any second thoughts were washed away by a tidal wave of sensations flooding my mind. I opened my legs wide again and he released my hands. I grabbed at his head and worked my hips bathing his face with my juices. The sounds of him slurping and sucking added to the animalistic scene and I lost it.

I heard someone screaming then realized it was me. Ezekiel still lapped at my most sensitive bits while a thumb or finger was embedded in my pussy and another rubbed around my puckered anus.

"Please ...please stop ...pleassee." I gasped, I needed a break.

Ezekiel slowed his actions and withdrew his digit before standing again. I took the chance to try and get my breathing under control however the respite was brief. Ezekiel pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and rolled me slightly so I was half on my side. His arm hooked under my knees as he folded them up towards my chest leaving my butt exposed hanging slightly off the mattress.

With one hand he lifted my ass cheek, opening my pussy, while the other guided his meaty spear inside.

"Ohh ...oh shit." I groaned as his big dick stretched me.

Even with all the foreplay it was still uncomfortable as he probed deeper. He got to the point where the resistance was obvious so he stopped as he had three weeks ago. He backed off a little and I relaxed expecting him to slowly fuck me like at the mansion. Instead he jammed forward forcing a grunt from me and edging his dick deeper. Looking up at him I saw a steely determination in his face. He was going to get himself in to the hilt no matter what it took. I turned away and closed my eyes preparing myself. Grabbing a handful of the soft bedding cover I tried to relax, willing my muscles to yield to Ezekiel desires.

He was as gentle as he could be, pausing to let me adjust every time he broke new ground. My hair stuck to my sweaty face despite the coolness of the room. I was giving up hope of Ezekiel ever getting all his huge cock inside me when I felt the tickle of his pubic hair on my ass. Twice more he worked himself backwards and forwards and he was victorious.

"Oh yeah," he exclaimed, "You've got it all now!"

I couldn't reply as my body tried to cope with the intrusion of ten inches of hot dark flesh. At that moment I was unsure how this could ever be pleasurable. Ezekiel pulled out completely, rubbed his cockhead along my slit then slipped back in. His hips hit my ass as he embedded himself completely again. After he'd repeated this process twice more I knew it wasn't just going to be pleasurable, it was going to be the best fuck I'd ever had.

Soon he was hammering into me and I was pushing back. His big tool sliding in and out was causing a sexual fever that was beyond my control. I was crying my way through a string of orgasms when Ezekiel stiffened and I felt his cum spurt deep inside me. He slumped half on, half off the bed behind me. His glorious cock was still half inside me as I pressing my legs together and worked my hips, milking the remaining seed from his shaft. I hoped to God that taking the pill for two weeks would keep me safe.

"Ohhh shit baby, easy, eaaassyy." Ezekiel groaned as he held my bottom still and withdrew from my pussy.

As his penis came free I felt a river of cum to begin to flow out of me. It pooled between my thighs and began dribbling over my ass. Paranoid about causing a stain I straightened and squeezed my legs together, rolling off the bed and standing beside it. Looking around I saw a connecting door to what I assumed was a bathroom. Making my way towards it I walked with short strides conscious of the drips running down the insides of my thighs.

The door opened into a walk in wardrobe but on the other side of that room there was a door leading to a bathroom. Flicking on the light I quickly spied the toilet and sat down. As my lover's seed dripped out of me I took in my opulent surroundings. There was marble everywhere, the largest freestanding bath I'd ever seen was in the centre of the room. On the far wall behind glass doors was a massive double shower. Gold plated accessories added to the luxurious feel. There was a tap on the door and a muffled inquiry from the other side.

"Are you okay Helena?"

"Yes," was my hesitant reply.

"Can I come in?"

"Wait a minute..."

I quickly wiped and flushed before standing and wrapping myself in a large fluffy white towel. Given what had just transpired between us it was ridiculous but I'd never been comfortable being naked in front of others.

"Okay, you can come in now." I called as I washed my hands at one of the sinks.

Evidently, Ezekiel had no such qualms about nakedness. He opened the door and stepped inside as bare as the day he was born. His tattoos drew attention to his powerful arms and chest while his now flaccid penis swung backwards and forwards between his thighs. I think he sensed my discomfort so he didn't approach me directly. Instead he moved to the shower and after opening the door swiveled back to address me.

"Would you like to have a shower...?" I flinched at his invitation, he noticed so he added. "There are two showers here, I promise to not molest you... unless you request it."

I did want a shower because I could feel more wetness seeping from me as I stood there. However, this would be such an intimate act. The intense sex I could rationalize as a moment of madness, two strangers thrown together by circumstance, but this was different. Showering together was a couple's thing, it made this an affair. Ezekiel hadn't waited for a reply. He'd turned on one shower and set the temperature before moving to the other and turned it on. When he had it ready he got under its flow.

I was still rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to move while I watched the water cascade off his body. He turned around and after wiping the water from his eyes and saw I was still next to the sink.

"Come on, you're wasting water." He said lightly before ducking his head back under the spray.

I found the strength to reluctantly move towards the shower. I stopped again at the glass door, waited until Ezekiel was turned the other way before dropping my towel and getting under the other shower. I stood with my back to the man humming softly to himself as he washed his body. The water felt so refreshing I could have stayed there for an hour. That wasn't my plan, I wanted to wash myself as quickly as I could then get dressed and get back to my real room. At least that's what I was telling myself. I was almost done when I heard Ezekiel shut off his shower.

"Would you like me wash do your back?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine." I replied over my shoulder.

"Are you sure?" His voice was closer, he was closer.

I tried to speak but nothing came out. Get out of here, my brain screamed but I remained standing still. Taking my silence for permission Ezekiel's black arm appeared beside me as he squirted some body gel from the dispenser into his hand. Despite the noise of the water I could hear his hands rubbing together as he worked up a lather. Then they touched me again. Sliding along my shoulders before dropping down my sides. Coming together again in the middle of my back before moving back up to the base of my neck.

I felt like I was melting, dissolving into a puddle as his large soft hands caressed me gently. A long sigh escaped my lips as he stepped forward and pressed his body against me. His hands now worked their way across the front of me. Studiously avoiding my erogenous zones his hands still worked their magic as my arousal grew. The stiffening member pressing into my buttocks told me he was getting worked up too. The moment before I opened my legs to accept my fate he shut off the water.

Guiding me out of the shower Ezekiel selected a fresh towel and vigorously rubbed me down. While he removed the moisture from the outside he only exacerbated the wetness that was again building inside me. When he had finished my skin glowed red from the heat of the shower and the arousal within. He quickly dried himself before I dragged him back to the bedroom. This time we made it under the covers before our animal urges took over.

It was slower, more measured, this time. I climbed on top of Ezekiel and gradually eased myself down on his huge pole. Once he was completely inside again I stopped. His hands held my face as we kissed. We made out like teenagers until I sat up and began to ride him. I couldn't hold out for long and soon an orgasm washed over me. As my climax subsided Ezekiel rolled me onto my back, keeping his cock inside me the whole time.

Soon enough he was slowly long-dicking me. I just laid back and reveled in the incredible sensations. My second and third orgasms were quickly followed by a bed shaker that forced fluid to gush from me. My clit was very sensitive after it so we changed position again. Ezekiel pulled out and I rolled over onto my stomach. He placed a pillow under my hips then fed his thick shaft back inside me. Now it was his turn to lose control as he slammed into me. Each thrust drove me into the mattress while he talked dirty into my ear.

"You're taking it all baby! All that black cock! I'm stretching that white cunt! Do you like my black cock? Do you want my black cock?"

I could only grunt my affirmation as he pummeled me until he announced his impending orgasm.

"Where do you want it baby? Where do you want my black seed?"

I don't know where my reply came from as I'd never requested this before.

"In my mouth! I want to taste you!"

He reared back and I scooted around as fast as I could. The first blast hit me across my nose and left eye. Then I latched on and sucked and swallowed as he continued pumping sperm down my throat. He bellowed and gripping my hair twisted it so I looked up at him as he emptied his balls. When the flow lessened I backed off a little, opening my mouth to show him what I held inside before swallowing the last of it. It was so animalistic and out of character for me but it just seemed so right. I leant forward again taking his cock back in my mouth determined to get every drop out of it until he begged me to stop.

He collapsed on the bed on his back and I snuggled up beside him, nestling under his thick arm while pulling the covers over us. I listened to his heart thumping in his chest and watched as his breathing returned to normal. I suddenly wanted to know more about this man, my lover. When I felt he was sufficiently recovered I started my inquisition.

"Where did Ezekiel come from? Was your mother a woman of faith?"

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before replying.

"I never knew my mother. I was left as a week old baby on the steps of a church minister's residence."

"Oh...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pried."

"No, it's okay," his muscular arm pulled me closer but he continued to stare at the ceiling. "I was named by the minister's wife, Mrs. Dorothy Lemar. She raised me until I was fourteen so I suppose she counts as my mother. My full name is Ezekiel Samuel Kennedy."

"Kennedy?"

"That was her private little joke. She always said there was a lot of black sheep in the Kennedy clan and one more wouldn't make a difference."

"So what happened when you were fourteen? Sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I can be..."

"It's okay," he turned and his lips lightly brushed my forehead. "I want to tell you. Dorothy was good to me, she raised me as her own. She taught me the classics of literature, Dickens and Shakespeare. I owe her a lot, but her husband the reverend, he wasn't so forgiving. I tried, but he would always find faults in me so eventually I stopped trying and we butted heads. Figuratively at first but two weeks after my fourteenth birthday he tried to hit me when I answered him back. I ducked and then I put him on the seat of his pants with a right hook."

"Oh dear," I offered sympathetically.

"I ran away, lived rough for a couple of weeks then got caught shoplifting and was put in juvenile detention. Dorothy came to see me but the Reverend wouldn't take me back. I did a couple of months, got in with the wrong crowd. When I got out I started out with petty theft then graduated to breaking and entering. Within six months I was back inside with a three year sentence."

"Hmm," consorting with a criminal. I was really flirting with the dark side. "So where did the music come in?" I asked hoping for a more positive story.