Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

Khumalo took her hand graciously. "So it was entirely worth the ten thousand mile trip to come here and meet such a lovely lady."

"She's working in my public relations department," Ike announced. "And she's quite competent." Ike laughed inwardly, because he had almost said "sexual relations department."

"Mr. Khumalo is of royal Zulu blood, Kim," Ike told her. "His forefathers once ruled great parts of Africa."

"We plundered great parts of Africa as well," Khumalo confessed in his deep, rich voice. "We acquired all the cattle of the neighboring tribes and took their women. The Zulus had all the most beautiful women in Africa. But," he added, giving Kim's thigh a squeeze under the table with his big powerful hand, "there was never an African woman as lovely as Kim."

"You can't mean that, Mr Khumalo," Kim giggled as the alcohol she had imbibed invaded her brain.

"Call me Bernard," he said, stroking her thigh, high up near her crotch. "No, my dear, no African woman has such beautiful ivory colored skin or such fine features."

Ike cleared his throat. "Speaking of ivory."

Khumalo smiled and sang in a low voice, "Sixteen tons, that's what you'll get."

Ike smiled broadly and downed his drink.

Curt was somewhat puzzled with the situation. Harriett had called him and told him that Ike was excusing him for the rest of the day so that she could tutor him in the "ins and outs" of the real world with respect to import/export. The young executive could only wonder how a secretary could teach him what he had attended college for four years to learn. But he went along with her in the taxi she had waiting down in the street, and followed her into the apartment she took him to.

"This is Mr. Harvey's town house," she said, walking in ahead of him and shedding her fur coat. "He lives out of town, but sometimes he has to stay in town, or needs a place for a client or something, so he has this apartment."

Curt walked around in wonder at the expensive modern furnishings, the expensive-looking art, the breathtaking view from the giant plate-glass windows that overlooked the city. He could see all the way to the mountains.

He turned. Harriett had a drink for him in her hand. "I hope you like vodka, It's the only thing Ike drinks."

Curt had the feeling she had been here quite a few times, not always as a secretary. She looked much too desirable to be merely an efficient office worker to Ike Harvey. The cleft of her lush breasts was right under his nose and he could smell the expensive perfume she had splashed in the dark recess just before she had brought him here. Her eyes glistened with the light of desire and she reached out her hand and touched him on the waist. The tender touch and the forbidden situation immediately raised the hair on the back of his neck. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a stirring in his loins that he had not felt in what seemed an eternity. He actually felt his cock beginning to swell.

He decided it must be his apparent good fortune, making him feel more like a man, giving him a feeling of power, giving him the power to be a man, and the nearness of this lovely woman who must have the admiration of many rich and powerful men, including Ike Harvey who held Curt's and Kim's future in his hands.

Harriett put her other hand on his waist and began to massage the firm flesh there.

Curt began to stammer. "What about the exam. You were going to help get me ready for it."

Harriett pressed up against him, her fragrant breath against his cheek. "There's no rush. Ike wants to send you, he just wants you to look like you deserve it so his partner Henry Manson won't think he's playing favorites. You've had enough education to get through it all right. I'm just supposed to give you some pointers." She rubbed her full tits back and forth across his chest a few times. "But like I said, there's plenty of time for that."

Harriett's lips brushed his cheek and then fastened on his neck below the ear, and suddenly Curt felt his cock stiffen into glorious erection. He almost shouted for joy. So he was still a man after all! His arms tightened around the warm body of the young woman and she moaned against his neck. Her hands pushed inside his pants in back and she palmed his buttocks while she pushed her pubic mound against one of his thighs and began making lewd humping motions with her pelvis.

"You're going to go far, Curt baby," she crooned. "Just play your cards right and you can have it all." Her hands began fumbling with his belt. He heard the rasp of the descending zipper and felt her hand snaking inside to grasp his cock, and he groaned at the feel of her knowing touch, her fingertips running lightly over the velvety underside of the now rampant shaft, up to the tingling crown. Not nearly as impressive as Ike's huge, well worn cock, but every bit as hard, Harriett remarked to herself. No impotence problem here. His little lady just doesn't know which buttons to push.

The redhead knelt in front of him, taking his trousers and undershorts down to his knees in one smooth motion. Grasping the pulsing cock, she looked up into his eyes and lowered her mouth until her lips closed over the purple head, hearing Curt's sharp intake of breath as his penis slid all the way to the back of her throat, and his heavy scrotum nuzzled her chin.

After lunch and more cocktails than Kim cared to count, she, Ike, and Khumalo left the restaurant in a taxi and returned to the office building that housed Manson amp; Harvey International. Kim got back to the office feeling relaxed and content. She just couldn't wait to get home and hear Curt tell her about what was happening with his business. Of course, she wasn't supposed to know, so it would be hell for her not to be able to mention it until he did if it wasn't the first thing he told her about when he came home.

When they got to the front office where Harriett usually worked as a receptionist but was strangely absent Ike stopped at the door to the room where Kim had "entertained" Henry Manson. It was directly in front of Harriett's desk and Kim felt oddly uncomfortable to be stopped here in this empty office between these two large men.

"Kim," Ike said sweetly. "Would you please go in and prepare some drinks for Bernard and yourself while he and I have a few words?"

Kim looked up and swallowed hard. Did this mean what she thought it meant? Was she expected to wait in the bedroom for Khumalo, the way she had waited for Manson just a few hours before? Fixing drinks? Hadn't they all had enough to drink? But Ike could see she balked.

He said very, very sweetly, "Now."

Kim could tell he was serious, so without any more hesitation, she turned and went through the door.

Ike smiled when she had pulled it shut. "She's a good girl," he said to Khumalo. "Just give her a few minutes to calm down."

"She's worth a hundred tons of ivory," the African said. "If I could take her back with me I could get a million dollars for her from someone I know with a string of nightclubs in North Africa."

"That's a thought, but her husband would miss her. Anyway," Ike confided, "she likes it dog style. It really gets her going."

Khumalo chuckled and turned the doorknob.

Curt raised himself over Harriet's naked body and she cooed lovingly, directed his stiff cock to the place where she wanted to feel it the most. She had a deep tan with no white areas. He crushed her breasts with his chest and thrust forward, all the way into her sopping cunt.

"Aaaah," he groaned, as her well-trained muscles grasped him and immediately began milking his penis. Her nails dug into his back and spurred him on to deep lunging action. She was all fire and honey inside, her cunt devouring him like a mouth without teeth. Her hips thrust and circled, her heels pounding on his humping ass.