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Suddenly the phone chimed again. Fuck, I
thought. My lover was worried about me. As I kept hearing Kate tell
me she was in Disturbed; my chime tone, Donna raised my mouth. I
coughed drawing suddenly off of him. He reached out taking my hair
and plunged back into the warm wetness knowing I was gagging on his
length. He smiled enjoying how I struggled to stare up into his
eyes and take the anxiety of being suffocated by his dick. Again
the phone chimed.

“Somebody wants you beyond me, Miss Kitty.” I
gazed up at him as he taunted my subservient position. “Aren’t you
going to answer it, Kitty? Aren’t you the secretary?” He continued
to make fun of me while squeezing me hard by my hair to his dick.
Max forced me all the way down and kept it there until I’m sure I
was becoming blue. He finally freed me as I doubled over gagging
trying to catch my breath. The phone kept going. “Answer it,
Kitty.” I stood and extended the length of my body over the table
with what little strength I had recovered and tore through the
coat.

“Hello?” Pause, the inevitable came; the
lover.

“Oh hi honey, I'm all right.” I felt Max
position his body behind me. He bent over and told me to keep
talking no matter what my companion heard. I needed to pull away,
but he held my hips in place brutally with his controlling
hands.

“I know, I’m fine. Oh, so what are you doing
right now?” I tried to make conversation. Max moved one hand to
caress the surface of my back, my long hair, and back down to my
ass.

“Honey, it was nothing okay.” My lover
persisted telling me he knew me and my tone on the message said
something was wrong. Shit, I thought, of all the opportunities for
you to show you care. I stood in such a venerable state with my
butt hanging nude in the air expecting to be raped.

I continued saying, “I just thought maybe of
traveling back last night……why?.....well….” I looked back to see
Max rubbing his dick up and down my pussy lips. My breathing
started to get heavy as he began to feel my wetness on the head of
his dick. I was craving cock.

He pulled his delicious shaft away and
inserted three fingers into my dripping pussy. I could feel cum
spurt out onto my legs as he teased me mercilessly.

My lover asked me why I was out of breath. My
mind went clear as Max used his other hand to reach in between my
butt cheeks. “Um, I’m at the gym,” I heard my companion say I
thought you were at the office this day, and I was acting eerie.
“I’m at the gym in the office….yes honey he has a gym in his
office…..Frank, can we talk later?” Max lifted his hand from
playing with my butt and smacked my pussy hard. I looked back
dejected and surprised.

“Keep Frank on the phone.” He ordered.

“Okay!” I whispered. "What?" I heard my lover
say.

“Tell me about your morning,” My breathing
grew fast as he continued to finger me quickly and inserted his
thumb into my butt. I could feel my muscles squeezing around his
finger. Max knew it too and pushed faster and harder. “Yessssss….”I
betrayed myself. “Oh, nothing honey I’m uh….uh….oh….uhh….eating a
really, really, sweet nutrition bar….and I’m fucking hungry.”

“Hungry for dick,” Max teased laughingly. I
threw my head back rejecting my feelings of hatred and shame
towards him. Softly moaning, clutching the phone as removed from my
mouth as possible, I pushed back on his hands helping him get me
off. I reached back and stroked my asshole. My mouth was closed,
and my eyes were open feeling ready to go over the edge.

I groaned into the phone trying to come up
with anything to say “mmm honey I miss you……yes….I do……I know
honey…….I do sound horny ….” I laughed devilishly understanding how
Max satisfied me while my lover listened. I was breathing hard now
feeling my body shiver as I was about to cum on Max’s fingers. He
yanked out of my entry right when I felt I couldn’t hold on
anymore. Nearly without noticing, my body still in shock, I felt
Max enter my ridiculously wet clit. “Ohh, Ohh shiiiiit….uh....I
mean....I oh ahh wow.....I wish you here…..no honey I’m on a bike
pumping my ass off…..I don’t think anybody heard me….yesssss uh-huh
............you have to go? To practice? NO….Don't….uh….please talk
to me……I’m sorry honey I don’t mean to bother
you…..mmmmmm....ohhhh……..be weird …..”

“Oh, you love that don’t you, my little
office bitch….my fucking office harlot….what a nasty girl you
are….” Max wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down. I looked
around with my mouth open about to scream out. I closed the
phone.

“FUCK ME! OH YES MAX, I mean Sir…..Goddamnit
……fuck me.” He reached down pulling at my nipples.

“Yes, Kitty those are lovely tits…..look at
them bounce whore…this is what you were made for….my fucking dick.”
Max wrapped his hand around my hair twice, tightly gripping; hair
is coiled around his knuckles. I didn’t argue. I urged him over and
over to ram himself farther and farther inside of me. I dared him
to cum inside my pussy. I pressed every tissue inside of me
squeezing around his cock trying to make him cum early and get him
to feel embarrassed as he had made me earlier. He didn’t cum. He
fucked me like a winner.

Max grabbed my hips and slammed into me. I
heard his balls and cock slapping hard against my ass and the
wetness of my pussy splashing as it engulfed his rock hard dick. He
buried his meat deep in my juices. I could feel our cum dribbling
down my legs. I cried out curses as he beat up my love nest,
knowing I would have bruises on my hips from him pounding me. “Look
at that ass; that sweet fucking ass bounces back on my dick. You
can pretend all you want Donna; I know you’re nothing but a cock
bitch, and you would suck anything I put in front of you. But
you’re mine. I own that ass now. You understand? IT'S MINE” He was
almost out of breath using his entire body to pound into my
well-fucked pussy.

“I understand sir….I’m nothing more than your
cock teasing whore…and I’ll do whatever you fucking ask me ….just
don’t stop….God…..please …don’t stop…fucking ……STOP……OH DAMN!” I
came like a little bitch all over his dick, blasting on his head as
if it was my first time. His cock curved right into my g-spot. I
kept using obscenities pleading for more cock over and over again
falling over the desk. He chuckled at me.

“Oh you’re not done yet, Kitty.” He yanked me
back by my hair throwing me on the carpet and pulling me back up by
my arm. He lowered his sack into my mouth. I tried to get my
balance and lick lustily at his balls. I felt the sperm stirring
and pulling back his nuts as I took him in my mouth. I bathed his
balls and cock in my mouth, salivating with pleasure all over his
throbbing member. I stared up into his eyes as I licked up and down
his rod and his balls in a fury, still refreshed from my rocking
orgasm. He shoved his massive throbbing dick back down my neck. I
was determined to suck him dry. He began fucking my mouth with his
balls beating my chin. I grunted and moaned as he drove deeper and
deeper, stretching my mouth to fit his dick as he did with my
pussy.

“Such a nasty girl,” I paused to take him out
of my mouth and respond, “mmmm, yes, tell me.”

“Such a dirty, little, girl.”

“YESSSS say it,” I beckoned him.

“Yes, Donna? You are a slut aren’t you?” He
chuckled at his joke. “I pay you good; you fuck me right. But you
are the best cocksucker; I know. You love being my slave. You love
being on your knees.”

“Yes, sir…I fucking like it.” I submitted
entirely. With every inch he fed me, I groaned louder into his
crotch. Hell yes, I thought to myself. Fucking control me. I yanked
back hard on his cock forming a vacuum for him to cum in. I went
down feverishly on him. Up and down, up and down, using my hand to
massage the length Max his shaft and telling him with my eyes to
cum.

“Such a bad little girl…….mmmmm……..but, so
sweet.” He tugged hard on my hair, and his legs went tense as
thrust one last time hard into my throat. I felt him streaming into
my mouth. His hot juice flooded my mouth. His eyes went back into
his head as his mouth opened. I tongued his dick to tackle is the
erection. He shot violently again down my mouth. It tasted so
fucking great I could feel my cunt soaking myself and throbbing for
another round of fucking. It was delicious and thick. As he fed his
flavor down me, I gulped, making sure to let him see me swallow it.
He released me, and I dropped on the carpet watching him milk his
cock to get that list little bit out. He reached out a coated
finger and shoved it in between my lips. He held out his still hard
dick to me.

“Wash it.” He demanded. I did as I rubbed it.
I licked it and sucked it, wiping it all over my tits and face till
he was dry.

“Do you know that everybody out there heard
you?” My face turned bright red. While I was pleased with how I got
him off, I felt frustrated knowing he was teasing me again. Max saw
the hurt in my eyes as I realized all of his colleagues would know
I was a hired office whore. I would be lucky if I weren't just flat
out raped next time I got in that elevator.

Max threw the file at me. “Now…..” he said
pulling up his pants, “type it.” I gazed at him waiting for him to
hand me my dress. “Type it, Donna.”

“Are you crazy?” I looked down at my cum
covered body. He chuckled mockingly again, right in my face.

“Yes, get the hell out of my office.”

“But there’s…”His frown made me hold my
tongue. I dropped my head shamefully unable to adjust and walked to
the door. Wait, I thought the jacket. He saw me stare at it when I
turned. He jerked it quickly from the chair as I started for it.
“Stop fucking around Donna…..gets out there and do your job.” I
slowly opened the door not attempting to look at the wide eyes of
the three guys waiting for Max. I covered my pussy with the file
folder and with my other hand I tried to guard my bouncing tits.
There was even another fucking woman out there. I hate that
bastard.

Wendy was the type of woman that other women
were jealous of. She was good looking, blonde and wealthy. She
could have anything she wanted whenever she wanted. She had a great
life, but something was missing, and it was getting harder to
ignore it. There was one thing she always wanted but never had, and
she felt so embarrassed about it because it wasn't something that
you could just ask for. It had to be kept a secret and Wendy only
got relief from it late at night when she let her fantasies run
wild. Soon it wasn't enough to satisfy her, and she needed to make
her fantasy into a reality. There was only one person she could ask
for help, and that was her best friend, Jessica. She could tell her
anything and wouldn't be judged for it. When Jessica came over to
hang out, Wendy asked her if she could help her with something.
Jessica's curiosity got piqued when she saw how nervous and shy
Wendy was acting, and she told her that she'd do anything she
could. Wendy felt her face get hot from embarrassment when she told
her that she'd always fantasized about being tied up and controlled
by a big black man. She wanted him to be strong and confident, the
type of man who knew what he wanted and took it while she laid
there helpless. Just talking about it was turning her on and she
played with the hem of her dress to try and stay focused. She
couldn't look Jessica in the eyes just yet so she stared down at
her lap as Jessica thought about what she just said. Jessica wasn't
too surprised by Wendy's confession; a lot of white women have a
thing for big black men. Probably because there's still a strong
taboo about interracial hookups and a lot of black men had dicks
that were huge compared to white guys. Jessica had sex with a
couple of black guys before, and she'd loved it. She even knew
someone who would love to have fun with Wendy. He was an old friend
of hers named Sid Day, who was a high school football player. He
had a reputation for enjoying older white women and Wendy was
someone he'd definitely be interested in. Jessica told Wendy that
she'd talk to Sid and let him know what she wanted. Wendy was so
happy and excited; she couldn't wait to get her first taste of big
black cock.

The next day Sid stopped by Wendy's house to
check her out and see if she was good enough for him. He didn't
want to waste his time on some old lady who looked every one of her
years. He was pleased when Wendy opened the door; she was just as
good looking as Jessica said she was. Her body was still thin and
firm and her breasts were big and round. He saw the way her eyes
lit up when she saw him and knew that she wanted him. He decided to
play hard to get; it would be more fun if he let the anticipation
build until she was dying for him. Wendy ran her eyes over the tall
black guy standing in front of her. He was well over six feet tall
and very muscular. His skin was a deep inky black, and he had a
confident attitude about him as he looked her in the eyes and
smiled. "I was just wondering if you needed me to take care of
anything for. Maybe some yard work?" The thought of him getting all
hot and sweaty made her pussy ache, and she said that she had a job
for him to do in the backyard. She led him to the back and sat down
in a lounge chair as she asked him to clean her pool. Sid could
feel her watching him, so he made a show of moving a few things
around, putting a hose away and moving a lounge chair. Wendy
watched his bulging muscles move under his tight shirt, and she
squeezed the top of her thighs together, trying to make the growing
ache in her pussy more comfortable. She was so distracted by his
looks that she didn't pay any attention to the knot of rope that
was sticking out of the backpack that he'd dropped beside her. Sid
stretched his arms, working his muscles and showing them off to
Wendy as she shifted in her chair. He then took off his shirt and
dropped it on the ground then picked up the pool skimmer. He lazily
dipped it in the pool as Wendy got more turned on. The sun glinted
on his black skin, and his arms and stomach were firm and muscular
as he leaned forward. She kept her eyes on him as she slid her hand
down to her lap and pressed it against her pussy. The pressure felt
good but she needed more, and she let out a quietly frustrated
sigh. Sid could hear her even though his back was turned to her and
he knew that she was dying to have her pussy filled. He dropped the
pool skimmer and turned to her, taking a few quick steps to her and
grabbed her arm. Wendy gasped with surprise as he pulled her to her
feet. He looked so serious, and his hand felt so, big on her arm as
he reached behind him and took the rope out of the backpack. He
turned her so that her back was to him and he tied her hands behind
her back. He put his arm around her neck and took her into the
house, his backpack hanging off his arm and knocking against her
with every step. Wendy wondered what else he had in there.