BLACK THURSDAY MEETS BLACK TUESDAY

BLACK THURSDAY MEETS BLACK TUESDAY

I enter the office.

The bodyguard looks at me.

He ushers me into the private chambers.

An elegantly dressed Italian woman welcomes me.

Kissing my hand she speaks,

“Sire, we didn’t expect you.
If you had told us you were coming,
we could have prepared a more enjoyable…”

I pull her closer to me,
hugging her tightly,
kissing her lips,
my tongue entering her mouth.

We pull away from one another.

She is shuddering with orgasm.
Her juices flowing down the thighs,
soaking her elegant dress.

I smile sincerely.

Her eyes locked into mine,
She reports,
“My father is returning to meet you.
When we heard of your arrival,
he was contacted and cancelled his plans
to make the next available boat out here.”

I tell her,
“That won’t be necessary.”

My mind penetrates hers.
I feel her desire for me.

Pulling her legs up I take my long penis
out of my pants,
shift her dress to the side
and proceed to fuck her on a desk.

As her breaths increase,
she begins caressing my skin,
and too our surprise
my skin begins glowing white,
my very flesh begins
to send her into orgasms
of unimaginable nature.

Turning her over placing her face-down
on top of the desk
I fuck her again and again from behind,
and my mind sees her pleasure zones,
using my mind I slam it into overdrive.

No woman has ever orgasmed so hard.

It is hours later.
She is still recovering.

She motions for permission to speak.

I nod.

“Why did you come, Sire?”

I manage,
“Liquidate all stocks and assets
by the open of the Stock Exchange
this week immediately.
Transfer all funds into private accounts
across the globe I have set up.”

“May I know why, sir?”

“A Depression.
A Great Depression.”