Hello, ladies. Before diving into the story, I will introduce you to the protagonists with their photos so you can get a clear picture of them right from the start.

Cameron Dubois, 25 years old. Automotive engineer.

Jackeline Beckett, 21 years old. Domestic worker.

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"Cameron!" she moaned my name as she felt me fill her completely in an embarrassing position. "Like that!" she said, driving me out of my mind.

This woman has the power to engulf all my senses with desire, pleasure, lust, just by saying my name, or anything that incredibly turns me on.

It should be noted that Jackeline is one of the few women who can handle my size and girth, even though she initially screams in pain as she feels filled to the brim. Despite almost ten months of doing it like rabbits, she still cries out in pain, but what turns me on more is that instead of asking me to stop, she begs for more, clouding my senses with lust.

"Is this how you like it, baby?" I grabbed her hair to make her arch her back a bit more, and she immediately reacts to what I want.

It's just that we mesh perfectly together, we are fire, passion, desire. What I like most about this mare is that she doesn't demand feelings; she is clear about what I want, and to my delight, she seems to want the same.

The two of us look damn good together; our colors blend, and we seem like the perfect mix, her hue with mine.

After making love like mad for most of the night, in every conceivable position, she leaves the room at around 5 in the morning, before the other domestic workers wake up and discover her. That would be catastrophic for her since my mother would kick her and her mom out on the street.

"Goodbye, my love," she gave me a very passionate kiss, and although I gave her a lot, it seems she’s still desiring more.

"Goodbye, my chocolate," I firmly grasp one buttock. "Hot," I finish speaking when she frees my lips, which now demand more— "Stay a bit longer," I groan against her lips.

"You're crazy; you know Matilde will wake up soon. If she sees me on this side of the house at this time, she might suspect," she says with desire written all over her skin.

I just can't help but want her; it's something stronger than me.

"Fine, but tonight, no one will save you," I tell her. She sighs.

"I don't want to be saved either," she tells me, clinging to me.

She leaves the room, leaving me hard for her again. This is my daily life since I returned from my trip and laid eyes on her.

"Good morning," I greet my parents who are at the table ready for breakfast. I kiss my mom, my grandma, my sister, and lastly, my father.

"Good morning," they reply almost in unison.

"Cameron, today we have to make the car presentation to the Russians, to see if they like them," my father looks at me with his big blue eyes, eyes that bewilder you with their blueness.

"I'm very excited, father," I confess. It's my first car design, and I'm thrilled to know if the client liked how I played with what they wanted.

Jackeline arrives to serve the juice while Matilde brings in breakfast. Just seeing her, I already yearn for her.

My mother forces her to wear a uniform, but I think it's a size too small because she looks damn divine in it, her large curves making the skirt of the uniform nearly burst, just like my member when it swells for her.

"Tonight, Elle is coming to dinner, son," my mother tells me, snapping me out of my lewd thoughts.

"Perfect," I respond casually.

Elle is my girlfriend, the perfect woman for me, according to my mother. She's from our social class, undeniably a beautiful woman, but she lacks what it takes to fill out the dress Jackeline is wearing now.

"I want chocolate," I tell her, looking her in the eyes, and she avoids them because she knows if she doesn't, I'll end up taking her right here in front of everyone.

She already knows what I mean when I ask for chocolate; it's our code word, so to speak. When I say that, she knows I desire her.

I don't care about the color of her skin; all that matters to me is what I provoke in her and what she provokes in me.

I finish breakfast and head to the company with my father to start our workday.

We arrive and the employees greet us; some flirt with me. They are beautiful women who work for us, but to be honest, I only desire her, even when I'm with others it's never the same, only with her do I want.

I enter the office with my father, and Carolina, his secretary, follows us to inform us of the day's schedule.

"Good morning, Mr. Dubois," she greets us cordially.

"Good morning," we respond in chorus.

"The Russians will be here at nine in the morning for the design presentation."

Later you have lunch with Mrs. Smith and her husband, and in the afternoon, a client who wants a custom car.

"Very well, Carolina," my father says, "please prepare everything for the Russians, make sure that juice they like so much is there," he says, looking her in the eyes, making the girl blush.

"Dad, how many years has Carolina been working for you?" I ask once the woman leaves.

"Why do you ask, son?" he turns on his laptop and looks at the screen.

"It's just incredible that she still blushes when you look her in the eye," my father shifts in his seat but says nothing.

"Why don’t you go to your office and finish preparing the presentation or start another design, who knows," he puts on the black frame glasses he now needs for the computer.

I smile at his response because I have been suspecting something between the two of them for some time now. It's not my problem, of course, but I don't want my mother to get hurt. I stand up from my chair.

"Be careful with what you do," I tell him, because I'm no one to judge; I'm with Elle and also with Jackeline, but it's different, my parents have been together for more than 25 years.

I go to my office, give a final review to the sketches to see if I missed anything; everything is perfect, so I patiently await the arrival of the client.

It's my first design for someone other than myself, the collection of cars I have in the safe in my room, which I will gradually bring out to make in our company.

At 19, I went to Sweden to start my career as a car designer. I was there for more than five years; I prepared, and I know that now I'm ready to take on this world, just like I devour that chocolate.

God, my pants are about to burst just thinking about my mouth in certain places wreaking havoc with my tongue.

"Mr. Dubois, the Russians are in the conference room, your father is on his way there," my secretary Alicia informs me.

"Thanks, Alicia," I hang up the phone, trying to relax, and not because of the nerves of the presentation, but because of the damn erection—I can’t walk out of this office like this, as I'm not dealing with just anything down there. Excuse me if I sound boastful, but my size is exceptional.

When it has sufficiently subsided, I head to where everyone is waiting for me.

I greet them and apologize for the wait, but I think I need to stop thinking about her during work hours.

I start my presentation; Mr. Muller gives his undivided attention to the images reflecting through the projector.

The presentation concludes, and I'm very sure of what I've done, but that doesn't prevent me from feeling a bit of nerves.

I am a decisive man, just starting out in the world of engineering, but I know I have the potential and the drive to conquer the world if necessary.

Mr. Muller takes a sip of that strange juice he likes so much, never taking his eyes off the final design.

"I congratulate you, young Dubois; you have equaled your father in this field," I released the breath I had been holding. "I loved this design; therefore, I want 10 to start," My heart bursts with joy; I am so happy.

Mr. Muller is one of my father's oldest clients and has acquired a considerable number of cars.

He has his business in Russia with his cars; I don't know what kind.

"Young man," he calls me, "I want you to design a car for my daughter. She will turn 21 years old, and I want that to be her gift."

"Don't worry, Mr. Muller, just send me an email describing how you would like it to be, and I'll work on it."

"I know you will do well, boy; I congratulate you; you've turned out very well, just like your father," he pats my arm as he walks away.

I do the same; I go to my office because now we have to pass everything on to the guys who will bring the dream to life.

In the office, I’m euphoric. I take a swig of cognac to soothe the excitement in my body and a terrible urge to go to my house at this moment to take Jackeline and celebrate with her, under or over, it makes no difference.

No, I shake that thought from my head; that woman is occupying a large part of my thoughts, and that could be counterproductive for both of us.

So I dedicate myself to what I love most.

Happy Love and Friendship Day ♥️

I'm serving dinner and like every day since we've been together, the magic word appears after the dishes are cleared.

"Jackeline, I want chocolate," he says, making my face warm with embarrassment because of the way he's being so blatant, without any shame, and I know what he means when he asks for chocolate, he asks for it every day.

"Son, don't you think you're having too much chocolate?" His mother asks. He simply smiles mischievously.

"No, mom, I love my hot chocolate, really hot," he replies, licking his upper lip and making me feel a wave of sensations, inside and out.

"Right away, sir," I disappear into the kitchen. I have to make him his damn chocolate, otherwise his parents might suspect.

I serve it and now he's sitting alone with his father in the living room, discussing a project they have to present tomorrow at the company, a project Cameron has been working on for days.

Cameron is simply attractive, the kind of man who takes your breath away with the intense blue of his eyes, his full lips, and that dominant attitude he always displays.

I've known him since I was a child, when my mother brought me here, he was just a boy like me, but he was so arrogant, conceited just like he is now, but with the difference that now I'm in his bed.

Mr. Bruce Dubois is a very handsome man with an exceptional eye color that attracts the opposite sex. Mr. Bruce is 55 years old but doesn't show it at all, as he's well-preserved. His youthful appearance and attitude make him stand out.

He's different from the rest of the family, as are his mother Helen, who's a saint, and his son.

After taking care of everything in the kitchen with Matilde, my mother has already gone to bed for a while.

My mom has been working here for many years, since I was a baby, so I know everyone in this house. Many secrets are known when you work for people, and we live in a house on the outskirts of the mansion.

I go to my room and my mother is in bed resting. I take a bath while waiting for midnight to meet my prince charming.

I'm very naive, letting myself be carried away by Cameron, by his fire that burns my skin. Just one look from him, and I feel like I'm in heaven. But I know this isn't real because he reminds me every day. His mother would never accept something between us, and I'm not talking about the social difference, but the color of my skin. Jenna is a mean and high-and-mighty woman.

My mother is already asleep, I sneak out like a thief, and I enter the mansion through the service door. It's impossible for someone to see me at this hour.

I climb the stairs and the door to his room is slightly open, allowing access. He's attached to my lips right away, like an octopus grabbing my whole body, we don't talk, we just fuck. I love it when he touches me, when he makes me his in the most rough and arbitrary way he does it. I can't compare because he's my only man, but it's just divine.

Everything that man does to my body, how my skin reacts to his touch, his breathing on my neck, my breasts harden just imagining his lips on them. I moan when I feel his manhood in my sex.

This man makes me cum without even taking my clothes off. He's so kinky that he turns me on like you wouldn't believe. I won't tell you all the tasty things he does to me in bed, in the bathroom, wherever he feels like because it's not suitable for minors.

"God, Cameron!" His name slips from my lips with ease as my body trembles with contractions in my lower belly, dousing his manhood with my essence.

"Nena, you're so divine. I love how tight you are," he whispers in my ear which makes me even more aroused, this room is burning with how much heat our bodies are producing.

We don't rest all night. This man seems to never get tired, always active, barely letting me breathe between one time and the other.

"I must go," I say, lacking energy because all I would like is to fall asleep on his chest feeling his heartbeat slow down after a crazy tumble.

I get up and leave the room on tiptoe, making it back to my own. If my mother ever finds out, she'll surely kill me because she says we shouldn't get involved with the house masters.

I sleep little, maybe an hour, my body is sore from Cameron's strength, I must have the marks of his fingers on my hips from the pressure he applies.

I get up to prepare breakfast. I love cooking, and I'm good at it. I'm 21, I study law at university. Because of my color, I decided to study law because I can't stand injustices and I feel like I can help people who are unfairly punished due to others.

"Good morning, Matilde," I greet her, knowing she doesn't like me. She's only been here for a few years, but I feel how she looks at me. She thinks she's superior because she's white, what she doesn't know is that those of us with color have the flavor.

Together, we prepare breakfast.

I overhear Jenna telling her son that Miss Elle will be coming to dinner. I feel a chill creep up from my feet and settle in my stomach, causing a weird feeling in my body.

Cameron doesn't even look at me, but I know his eyes divert to my prominent backside whenever he has the chance to see it.

I retreat to the kitchen, taking a deep breath and drinking some water to calm down whatever is happening inside me, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Cameron ended up dating Miss Elle Spears at his mother's insistence. I can't deny that the girl is beautiful, with white skin, blonde hair, and supermodel looks with clear eyes.

A Barbie. I don't consider myself less of a woman or less beautiful because of the color of my skin. I don't despise anyone either. To me, we're all equal, regardless of color or economic status, but the Dubois family does not share my beliefs.

Everyone leaves the house and I have everything ready in the kitchen. So I help my mother. She's not old because the love of my life is only 50, but she has worked most of her life serving others and that, believe me, takes its toll on the body.

I go to her and give her a kiss on the cheek, "I love you, Mom," I whisper.

"What are you doing here, my girl?" She asks, worried that Jenna might appear and get upset.

"Don't worry, she left the house. Come on, let me help you," she was dusting some pictures.

"No, daughter, go to your place. I don't want any problems here with anyone."

"Mom, why don't you go back to the kitchen? I can take care of these things."

"You know they want me to just be in charge of the employees, but I can't afford to do nothing all day," I roll my eyes.

"Well, you should rest more, Mom, because if you get sick, trust me, they'll just kick us out."

"Don't say that, my girl," She cradles my face in her hands, "You know very well that they've been very good to us all these years."

Sure, they've always given us work, it's logical that they do, but they've always seen us as strange things here, they treat us as less because of our color. What happens is that I've never told my mother about the humiliations that Mia put me through since we were kids.

We studied together in high school and she constantly belittled me with her friends.

"You're right, Mom," I give her a kiss and go back to the kitchen.

I prepare lunch. Today, only Mrs. Helen will eat, as the others are out.

"Mrs. Helen, how are you?" I serve her food.

"Hello, Jackie," she smiles, "Come sit with me," she asks me to keep her company during the meal. I'm more than happy to do it, not because I think I'm part of the family but because she is someone special in this house.

We chat while we eat, I tell her about what's going on at university.

Mrs. Helen is an older woman who looks very, but very well, she's elegant, flirtatious, fun, and has the most generous and kind heart. In addition to having two blue spheres for eyes, she has gray hair which makes her look great for her age.

Before we finish, we're talking and laughing about some nonsense we've said, when Mia appears.

"Grandma, what is she doing here sitting at the table like she's important?" She looks at me with her head held high.

"Mia, respect, Jackeline is like family, we've known her since she was a child," Mrs. Helen defends me. I'm about to get up, but she stops me by grabbing my arm, "Don't go," she says very seriously.

"Grandma, don't touch her, she must have lice," she says with disgust, which brings a hot flash of anger through my body.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Helen, I'll go," she nods. I didn't defend myself for my mother because I know that if I do something, she will be the one to suffer the consequences.

I make it back to the kitchen and Matilde, the hypocrite, has a smirk on her face.

"That's what you get for thinking you're part of the family when you're just a marginal black woman," she teases. I'm so angry, I grab her by the throat without thinking about the consequences and slam her against the countertop.

"Shut up, you idiot. Here, you are just like me. Look, I can't do this to Mia, but I can to you. Stay away from me. I won't let someone like you belittle me," I release her so she can breathe.

"You wish you were my equal," she retorts, "You wish you'd have my color so that young Cameron would pay attention to you."

I don't say anything to her. I won't fall for her ridiculous provocations. I go pick up the dishes from the table, Mrs. Helen and her granddaughter are no longer there.

In the afternoon, I prepare to go to the university. I didn't have any other choice but to study at night because I work during the day. With my salary and Mrs. Helen's help, I can afford my law studies, but I can't save, I want to leave this house, to have a place for my mother and me but it's almost impossible.

But when I finish my degree, my mother will stop working.

I get to the university where my friend Kristin Collen is. She's older than me by a few years but studies with me. Before that, she studied something that her parents imposed on her, but she managed to convince them to let her study what she loves the most, law.

"Friend, come on, Mr. Collins is already in the classroom," she almost drags me because she's crazy about that professor.

Every time the day ends, all I wish for is for the night to come so I can eat that chocolate that I love so much.

I arrive home, tired but happy because the client liked my design. All I want is to celebrate with Jackeline in the way I love, sweating until dawn.

I take a bath and put on the perfume that she likes so much, so when I serve dinner, she can breathe in my scent. I know it makes her all moist during dinner.

I go down to the dining room and surprise, Elle is here. I had completely forgotten that she was coming over for dinner.

"Love" She gets up to kiss me and for some reason, I look around to make sure she didn't see that"How are you?"

"Good and you, have you been here for long?"

"Not love, I just got here, come on let's eat" She pulls me by the hand to sit next to her.

"Mom, grandmother, Mia" I greet all my women.

"How did you do with the client?" My grandmother asks me, which makes me smile.

"Very well, grandma, the client loved the design, and we've started working on it" I say, showing my excitement.

"You can serve dinner now" My mom orders, I look around for someone.

I had forgotten she is at the University, but I know when she arrives she will go to my room to look for me.

We eat in peace, in a pleasant conversation, Elle sharing all the things that happened to her on her modeling trip, it bores me to be honest. I prefer to sweat, rather than listening to nonsense.

That's why I like my brunette because she doesn't talk unless she's asking me to give it to her harder. Just imagining it is getting me hard.

We finish dinner and head to the living room for a coffee. I only do it because my mom has to keep up appearances.

"I imagine you're staying today?" My mom asks Elle, she looks at me biting her lower lip and honestly, I don't like it.

"If your son doesn't object, I will stay" She flutters her lashes flirtatiously, and what else can I do? I accept.

"All right, let's go to sleep, it's late and my son must work tomorrow"  mom being her controlling self, always wanting things her way.

I say goodbye to everyone and go to the room with Elle, because she is supposed to be sleeping with me.

Once in the room, she throws herself around my neck, looking for my lips, I let her kiss me, after all, she is my girlfriend, and sex can't be denied. Even if she can't handle even half of what the other woman can.

I don't know why everything leads me to think about that woman.

My girlfriend takes off her dress leaving only in a small black lingerie, she moves to me with a lot of sensuality, I have to admit, she is pretty, sensual, she is the woman that represents me.

I take her from the back of her body, to draw her to me, she lets me do it, she complains when she feels pain because she doesn't like it when I'm rough, and that's what I don't like about her. Soon the gasps make their presence in the room when she explodes deliciously.

I fall on the bed, my chest heaving, she can hardly breathe, and I don't understand why. I turn to sleep because I don't like the stupid things people do after intimate relationships, cuddling. Just the thought gives me the creeps.

Elle doesn't like me doing this but I can't do it, I don't like being made to do these things.

The day arrives quickly, I wake up and take a bath, Elle is still asleep so I leave the room to have breakfast.

"Good day, dad" He's the only one at the table "Where's mom?"

"She said she would get up later, let her sleep" He makes a gesture that I don't understand.

Jackeline arrives with a serious face, doesn't even look at me, who knows what got into her, she usually flirts with me when she serves the food.

"Do you have chocolate?" I ask with a double meaning.

"No" She answers sharply, I raise an eyebrow.

"Good day Mr. Bruce" She greets him with a big smile, well if something bothers her, too bad.

I arrive at the office but I feel something bitter in my mouth, why was Jackeline so dry with me? I shake off that idea because it shouldn't matter to me.

I go to the area where my design will take shape to give some instructions, since I must be in constant supervision, this is not just making the design and that's it. I also have to be there when the parts are assembled.

I'm in my office focusing on the computer doing some designs when all of a sudden she comes to my mind. And I don't know why the hell I can't get her out of my head, my manhood throbs, it's hard just thinking about her.

Because last night she didn't do it as she likes, that's why she's like this.

In the afternoon I get home, I'm not in the mood, all day I had a hard-on, I lock myself in my room and don't come out for dinner.

"Sir Cameron" She calls at the door, I know my mom sent her to make me come down to eat.

I open the door, catching her by surprise, I bring her into the room, trapping her between the wall and my body. I immediately bury my face in her neck to devour it.

"Let go, are you crazy Cameron!" She tries to push me but I am stronger than her, "Cameron let go."

"I can't, look what you've done to me" I grab her hand to make her feel how hard I am.

"Stop, surely your mother or someone else is coming and they will discover us" She tells me and I let her go because she's right, my parents or anyone else should find out that I have a romantic relationship with her.

"Fine" I bite her lip, "But I'm waiting for you tonight at the same time" I rub the hardness against her abdomen.

"I can't" She avoids my gaze.

What the hell is wrong with her, what does she mean she can't—Alright, it doesn't matter, leave— I push her out of the room, as she leaves, I throw everything on the bedside table to the floor.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with this woman.

I go down for dinner and she continues to ignore me, I don't ask for the chocolate. She already made it clear that she's not coming. I eat half-heartedly, I'm not even hungry, at least not for food, I want to eat her.

I get to the room and take a shower, hoping that she will come. I stay awake waiting but she does not show up. So I send her a message, I don't care if she's upset, I just want her.

"I want my hot chocolate."

I wait for her response, which doesn't take long to arrive.

"Well, you have your glass of milk, what more do you want"

What the hell is this, what the hell is she talking about.

"I want to eat you"

I tell her to arouse her, I know she loves when I do.

"I'm sorry I can't"

I throw the phone aside, annoyed, I'm not going to beg for sex, but that damn woman is such a devil, she's already got me hard just thinking about her.

It's hard for me to sleep but I finally manage to.

I wake up in a bad mood, a lack of sex puts me in a bad mood.

"Good morning son, Elle is coming over for dinner tonight, don't be late" She tells me when she sees that I don't plan on sitting at the table.

"I don't care mom, in fact, tell her not to come tonight, I'm going out" I leave the mansion with everyone's eyes on me.

During the day, I was quite irritated, I don't like my behavior. The desire I feel for that woman, I know eventually she will leave to find someone else to make a life with, get married, and all those things women like.

But while that day comes, I will enjoy her, just me, because she is mine. I run my hand through my hair.

Leaving the company, I don't want to go home. Elle is probably there, and my mom will probably start fighting because of what I said in the morning.

She must be at the university, I know she has classes till ten, I drive on the road and stop to wait for her. When she sees me here, she won't have any choice but to come with me.

I rest my forehead on the steering wheel waiting, what feels like eternity, until I lift my face. I see her coming out with a girl who I suppose is a friend, also a guy walking next to her. I don't know why but my body tenses.

I open the door to get out and let her know I'm here.

When she sees me I can see her stopping in her tracks. I'm almost certain her heart is pounding because of my presence and that brings a small smile of satisfaction to my face.