“Excuse me, if I look a bit sweaty” she said while still fumbling with the papers in front of her, “who knew that a brand new E-Class Benz would have AC problems in the middle of the dry season”. “Well these things happen, you know emergen..” I replied, but before I could continue I was unceremoniously cut off. “So Mr. Roberts, you must know why I called you in, that meeting this morning was very important and as would seem to be the norm, you were not present” she said looking me straight in my eyes. “I am sorry, I had an emergency, I had car troubles and there was a lot of traffic” I exclaimed, my erection now totally deflated at having been reprimanded. She looked quite flabbergasted “Do you take me for a fool ?, I do not like to be lied to Mr. Roberts so let’s give it another try, why were you late today?” She asked again this time, with a sterner, louder voice. I was starting to become a bit angry now at being challenged and unknowingly raised my voice when I responded quite abruptly “That is the truth!” My response took Mrs. Jones by surprise as she sat back in her seat suddenly, folded her hands and a wry smile came across her face. “You are quite a brave man, Mr. Roberts, for somebody which such a waste for a life”, “have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately Mr. Roberts?” her voice now in a cool calm tone. “You think you can come in here and speak to me in that manner ?”, “You fat, bald, ugly, pathetic, excuse of a man”, “your work does not even compensate as well and to be honest I am not even sure why I keep you employed.” “You wife must be repulsed by you every day and I could just imagine the pills she must take to stomach sucking your dick, she must be one loser herself…..” midway through her last tirade she stopped suddenly and looked directly at my phone on the table. With my anger now fully elevated, I must have become totally unaware of the pinging sounds coming from my phone. It was my wife sending me a WhatsApp message and even though my phone was locked the messages were showing up on the locked screen. Before I could reach to silent it, Mrs. Jones lurched forward in her seat grabbed the phone and looked at the message. My anger was now totally at its boiling point, “You have no right to look at my phone that is my personal business.” I said, standing up and reaching for the phone. She pulled away suddenly, looked me straight in my eyes and said quite cooly “If you make one more move towards me, I will sue you for sexual harassment and for everything you have and make you lose everything you think is valuable, so please have a seat Mr. Roberts.” Realising that she had the upper hand, I reluctantly sat, all the while looking at her with such hate thinking how evil could one person be.
“You do know you cannot get into my phone without my password” I exclaimed after seeing her pressing the screen. She sat back in her chair and without taking her eyes off the phone responded “You think you know so much, don’t you, Mr. Roberts”, “might I ask you who gave you this phone when you started to work here ?” “ Do you really think I will give my employees phones and not put an admin password on it.” “You really are pathetic!” As her response started to sink in, I heard the familiar tone of the phone unlocking and all anger I had was quickly replaced with despair as I knew that anything I could say or do was hopeless. The only thing I could do now was sit back and enjoy the ride and hope I came out with a sliver of dignity.
After about 5 minutes of Mrs. Jones “playing” with my phone, I noticed a change in her demeanour. She was now sitting back in her chair, with the phone held in front of her, she had a sly smile on her face and every now and then would glance up at me and grin. It could just have been my imagination but her nipples seemed to have become more pronounced and were actually now very noticeable through her thin shirt and bra. She also seemed to be breathing a bit heavier. She had uncrossed her legs a while ago but I noticed her legs had gradually spread a bit and her already short skirt seemed to have been hiked up, possibly when she lurched for the phone earlier. I could just make out something under her skirt and was sure that it was black smooth underwear. I also became aware that the musky scent had increased and was now very noticeable. The scent and the view of her nipples once again caused me to feel insanely turned on and my penis started to fill with blood and become turgid once again. That mixed with my feeling of hate towards this woman, drove me with a level of craving that was unbearable and I imagined myself fucking this evil woman repeatedly and in a sick way I also wanted to breed her. As the last strange thought of impregnating her filled my head, I smirked and for a split second forgot about the hopelessness of my situation.
“So it seems that your wife has spilled the beans, Mr. Roberts, or should I say the urine” Mrs. Jones said suddenly with a sarcastic laugh. “It seems that she is quite the connoisseur, and she said don’t relieve yourself before you get home as she wanted to have a glass of your salty piss while she is having dinner with you tonight.” “Keep her out of this !” I shouted, getting up suddenly. It was only when Mrs. Jones eyes focussed on the well defined bulge at my crotch did I realise that I still had my erection. “It would seem that something got you excited” she said with some degree of anxiety. Not thinking, I shouted “Yes, you bitch, I want to rip all your clothes off, bend you over your fucking expensive desk and fuck you so hard in your ass that you limp to work tomorrow” “When I am done ripping your asshole open, I want to fuck you in your pussy, and spray my seed deep into your womb, you nasty evil bitch !” “You think I am pathetic, I will make you cry when I force my hard dick down your throat and make you eat every drop of cum mixed with your pussy juice and your shit.” Before I could continue and in a split second Mrs. Jones jumped from the chair and grabbing my iron hard crotch pulled me close to her. She pressed her firm breasts close to my chest and I could feel her now fully erect nipples sticking into my skin like two hard pegs. She moved her face so that our cheeks were now pressed together and due to the difference in our height my mouth was agonizingly close to the nape of her neck which was still moist with sweat. I was fully enveloped by the scent of her perfume which made me want her even more and I was sure that the scent coupled with her hand on my crotch caused me to release a bit of pre-cum. I could feel her right hand roughly handling my zipper with an expertise which surprised me, and in no time she had my penis out and was massaging my balls. I was paralysed by what was happening, but was brought back to reality with the feeling of her wet tongue probing my left ear. After a few seconds, she moaned and whispered “Would you like to fuck me Mr. Roberts ?” “Do you want me to suck your dick ?”, “ Do you want me to become your cum whore ?”. My mind was racing and it the heat of the moment, I responded quickly “Yes, oh God yes” without sparing Samantha a second thought. “I am warning you, Mr. Roberts, the first time I taste I your cum, you become mine, are you ready for that ?” “Do you think you can handle me ?””I am quite insatiable, you know” she purred with a laugh. “And what about your piss drinking wife?” she asked with sarcastic concern. Oh God, I immediately thought of Samantha, what was I doing? I immediately started to pull back after sensing a strong sense of guilt, but Mrs. Jones sensing my appraisal moved her thumb to the tip of my penis and starting rubbing my head through my foreskin. I felt my pre-cum oozing out adding additional lubrication to her firm fingers. I moaned slightly when she said “Don’t worry, she will also become mine and I will take good care of her”, “who knows we may become best friends, imagine her sucking your hard cock, while I lick your ass” When she said that I think I fell over the edge, and moaned “Please take me, let me cum in your mouth, please”.
“Whatever you say” she responded nonchalantly. She released the grip on my cock and stepped backwards a few feet so that I could get a good look at her. Keeping her gaze fixed on me, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop gingerly to the floor, and without hesitation she removed her flimsy bra exposing her now fully erect nipples. Her breasts had a natural curve which exacerbated her black areoles. I had never seen a black woman naked before and the sight before me was driving me wild, I had to resist the temptation to touch my cock, as I was sure I would cum would the slightest of touches. Once her breasts were free of their constraints, she started to massage them with both her hands only stopping after she pinched each nipple roughly. Her dress now seemed to be her next area of focus, and in one deft move she had unzipped the skirt which fell slowly around her ankles. My mouth dropped slightly as I noticed that Mrs. Jones wasn’t wearing any underwear and what I had seen earlier was actually her bare pussy. Her pussy was of a darker skin tone to the rest of her body and was absolutely clean shaven, her outer lips seemed swollen and her inner labia was noticeably long extending past her outer lip and was slightly parted revealing the pink flesh of her vagina. Her clit extended outside of its hood and seemed erect and hard and on seeing this the only thought running through my head was how long would I need to suck on it to make her cum. When Mrs. Jones was completely naked except for her heels she stepped forward towards me all the while keeping eye contact, she stepped hard on her heels with every step causing her breasts to bounce slightly. When she within touching distance, she stepped onto the table using her chair, ensuring that I got a very good look of her now spread pussy. With her standing on the table, her crotch was now at my eye level and she moved her hand to my head to pull me close to her pussy. I now realised where the scent I noticed earlier was coming from and as I reached forward to taste her vaginal juices I took a deep breath of her putrid scent. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, anticipating her salty juices, but instead was greeted by a sudden and hard stinging sensation to my face. Before my brain could register that I just been slapped, Mrs. Jones shouted “You do not taste my honey until I tell you to, today you just get an opportunity to smell my cunt, smell it and remember what my pussy smells like at the end of the day. Do you smell my sweat, and my piss and my pussy juices?”.” Yes, yes I do” I responded shyly still wincing in pain and with my response she pushed me away.
After pushing me away, Mrs. Jones stooped down and bounced on her thighs ever so slightly, this move seemed to release her vaginal fluids and a few drops leaked unnoticeably to her onto the shiny table. Looking straight into my eyes she then leaned forward onto her elbows and knees and arched her back while in one motion dipped her chest and slid her legs back slightly such that her ass was pointing up with her head down and about 1” above the edge of the table. I instinctively moved my cock to her face which she took in her hands all the while keeping her gaze on me. “Please don’t think that you can touch me while I suck your cock” she said with a wry smile, “I am in charge here, this is my blowjob and your cum is mine now”, “If you give any of your cum to anybody else including your wife, I will be very upset and you do not want to get me upset”, “Do you understand?” she asked all the while massaging my balls. “Yes, I understand” I replied, all the while just hoping that I do not cum the second her lips touched my head. “Good” she replied, “let’s get started”.
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