Jeanne swept into her penthouse, the epitome of a confident and successful businesswoman. She kicked off her heels and let out a sigh of relief as she looked out at the city skyline. Today had been long and grueling, but now she was ready to unwind.
Her mind turned to the treat she had been looking forward to all day. She walked over to the phone and dialed a number, requesting her favorite "treat" for the evening. A short while later, there was a knock at the door.
Jeanne opened it to reveal a tall, muscular man with a mischievous grin on his face. "Mangingo," she said with a playful smirk. "Right on time."
The Mangingo started to undress as Jeanne watched with a raised eyebrow. "Well, well, well," she said, eyeing his sizeable package. "Looks like someone is ready for action."
The Mangingo chuckled and approached Jeanne, who was already starting to feel aroused. He began to kiss her neck and run his hands over her body. Jeanne moaned and told him to "take it slow, big boy."
The Mangingo obliged, undressing Jeanne slowly and teasing her with his fingers. Jeanne couldn't take it any longer and pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She took control, riding him and directing him on how to please her.
The Mangingo was more than happy to oblige, using his skills to bring Jeanne to the brink of orgasm. But Jeanne wanted more, she wanted to feel him everywhere. She told him to "get that tongue working."
The Mangingo compliantly went down on Jeanne and used his fingers to stimulate her. Jeanne was in ecstasy, but she wasn't done yet. She told the Mangingo to "get ready for the main event."
The Mangingo positioned himself behind Jeanne, who was already wet and ready for him. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling. Jeanne gasped as he filled her, but she wasn't done yet. She told him to "give her the double."
The Mangingo reached for a toy, and Jeanne guided him on how to use it. The double penetration was too much for Jeanne, and she screamed in pleasure as she reached her super orgasm.
The Mangingo collapsed on the bed next to Jeanne, both of them spent and satisfied. Jeanne smiled and told the Mangingo to "clean up and get out." She had a busy day tomorrow, after all.
"Yes, ma'am," the Mangingo said with a grin. He gathered his things and headed for the door.
"Oh, and Mangingo?" Jeanne called out.
"Yes?"
"Don't be late for our next appointment," she said with a wink.
The Mangingo chuckled and nodded. "Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am." And with that, he was gone.
Jeanne lay back on the bed, a satisfied smile on her face. She had earned this little bit of fun, and she wasn't about to apologize for it. She was a strong, controlling woman, and she wasn't afraid to take what she wanted.
And what she wanted was a Mangingo delight.
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