Behind the Red Doors

Behind the Red Doors

Author: Kyttie

My wife Donna and I, celebrate New Years Eve in Las Vegas, We enjoy the fireworks and all the festivities that go along with it, this year was no exception; The first night, I’ll play the tables for a while and usually crash out before Donna, who enjoys the hell out of gambling and the night life. However, on this particular occasion, her way up to the room the elevator contained approximately 8 people. One of the passengers accidentally leaned against the button for the elevator to stop at several floors between hers.

Among the people riding in the elevator was a black man in his mid 30’s who took his wallet out of his pocket, and started counting his money and placing it back into his pocket, then reaching into his other pocket pulling out a handful of money and counting it in front of everybody, wanting someone to say something or make eye contact. It was obvious what was on his mind, he wanted someone to fuck and he was willing to pay for it.

Donna is a sexy woman, and over the years she has certainly had her share of complements. As people reached their floors and departed the elevator, she found herself riding alone with this black man. Her eyes looking down at the floor, humorously thinking and questioning the rumor she had heard most of her life about black men being so large she had to sneak a quick look at his crotch to see, and to her amazement in this instance it was. I’m Larry, and asked her name, I’m Donna. He made small talk then asked in a soothing voice; “Donna have you seen the view of the strip from the penthouse”? She replied; “no I haven’t”. He then asked; “would you like to see the sights from that view”? She astonished herself with her answer, “Maybe for a quick glance, my husband is expecting me back soon”, leaving herself a way out. She has been curious for some time; how a white woman could possibly spread her legs for a black man to fuck her even if the rumors were true. She was presented this opportunity and decided to explore it.

She rode the elevator to the top floor with Larry. He led her to his penthouse with beautiful French red doors. Once inside they walked to a huge wall of windows and shared a spectacular breath taking view of the city.
She could feel his hot breath on her cheek, while he was pointing to different places of interest through the glass; he gently put his hand on her lower back as to direct her attention.
She felt his hand slowly and softly moving down her back to her ass, it excited her. She thought; “he was wasting no time trying to get into her panties” and wondered how far she would allow him to continue before she would ultimately have to stop him. Donna never said a fucking word or even attempted to stop his hand from reaching her ass as they looked out over the city.
As they gazed out the window, she could see their reflection in the glass. She saw the expression on both their faces. She could see his eyes scanning her clothed body as if she was naked and it thrilled her. As he was speaking, he continued gently rubbing and squeezing the cheeks of her ass. This motherfucker was exciting the fuck out of her and she loved it.
She noticed in the reflection of the window, excitement in his eyes that to her seemed to say; “I’m going to enjoy fucking your white cunt”.