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Eleven Inch Harold Ch. 1

By: SpankerSam



Harold looked down at the blond haired girl sitting in the expensive Boardroom chair and smiled. He watched the way her long shiny hair waved back and forth. He reached down and stroked it softly. She twisted her head sideways and looked up at him. The shine in her eyes was part lust but mostly alcohol. "You like it baby," he asked her? The girl stopped and lifted her head. She smiled at him. A long tendril of saliva and pre-cum stretched from her red lips to the head of his bulbous dick. "This is the longest, fattest dick I've ever sucked." She held his shaft with both hands. One set of her long white fingers was wrapped around it at the base. The other set was up by the head. She had only been able to work about 5 inches of it in her mouth, no matter how much she tried.

Harold chuckled as he eased her head back to his throbbing dick. He loved having a white girl service him. It did something for his perverse nature. Sharon, the white secretary, who was sitting before him, had cornered him at the office party. She told him that she had heard about his magnificent meat from one of the other office girls. He had let her lead him into the empty conference room. It was she who sat down and unzipped his pants. She had reached in and worked his long black snake free. She gasped at the size even as she licked her lips. She didn't talk much but went straight to work. And Harold was impressed with her cocksucking skills. 

She had been on him for a good ten minutes. Her mouth was working back and forth, going as far down his shaft as she could. Harold was getting closer and closer to his peak. His hips began to rock and the girl held his long dong, matching his movements with her mouth. "I'm gonna cum, sweet thing!" His words spurred her on to a faster pace. She began to moan and hum as she sucked him even harder. "Oh baby! Oh yea! Suck this black snake. I'm gonna drop my load." Harold's hips bucked and just as he felt the first blast shoot up along his spear, the conference door swung open.

Harold jerked and his dick pulled free of Sharon's mouth. His cum blast hit her in the face and splattered all over her eyes and nose. Sharon, lost in her drunken stupor tried desperately to stuff him back in her mouth. She had just gotten him in when she heard the door close, then a loud gasp and her name called. 'Sharon!" Harold jerked his dick free and tried desperately to push it in his pants. To his horror it was still spurting his thick crème and Sharon was getting it all over her face and dress. Sharon turned to see who had called her and wanted to die. Even in her stupor, she recognized the face of their boss.

Mrs. Penworth stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the scene she had just walked in on. The loud gasp she had made was her reaction to the sheer size of his dick. She was not too surprised at finding Sharon in the room. Sharon had the reputation of being the office slut. She had fucked and sucked most of the executives in the firm already. She watched as Harold's dick continued to splash Sharon's face with hot cum. It was obvious that Sharon was somewhat drunk. Mrs. Penworth almost laughed at the look of fear and horror on young Harold's face. She walked up to the couple just as Harold had finished stuffing his long pipe into his pants.

"I will expect to see both of you in my office tomorrow. 9:30 sharp!" with that she turned around. She had taken three steps to the door when she turned around. "Sharon! Clean yourself up before you come out. You look like a cheap whore at a sailor's party." She gave Harold a once over then turned her head and walked out. Harold looked down at Sharon. She sat there with his cum dripping from her face down onto her dress. He shook his head as he walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel. Sharon was sitting in the chair crying. He wiped her face and tried to get most of his cum stains off her dress. All thoughts about taking this young girl home and fucking her into oblivion were forgotten.

"We're gonna get fired, Sharon! Damn! I needed this job. It was the best paying job I've had yet." Sharon didn't say a word. She just kept crying. When he finished cleaning her up the best he could, he walked out of the boardroom, got his coat and left the office. All the way home he berated himself for allowing that to happen. He should have never done that in the office. But the party had been a retirement celebration and he had been looking at pretty Sharon most of the evening. She was a very pretty white girl with a nice ass and huge tits. And that red lipstick set her mouth off just right. He had heard the rumors that she gave the best head in the office.

The next morning at 9:15, Harold and Sharon sat outside Mrs. Penworth's office they looked like two kids waiting outside the principle's office. Mrs. Penworth's secretary kept giving them sideways glances. Her phone buzzed and she answered it. Not before noticing that both Sharon and Harold jumped at the sound. She smiled, as she talked into the phone in a low voice. Then she looked over at the two. "Sharon! Mrs. Penworth will see you now." Sharon took one look at Harold and tried to smile. Then she got up and walked into the office closing the big door behind her. Harold sat in the chair alone feeling the butterflies in his stomach.

It would have been better had she fired him on the spot. Then he could at least have left with his dignity intact. But being called to her office like this. And he was sure, that everyone in the building must know what happened by now. Had he not been so dark skinned, he would have been a bright red from blushing. About ten minutes later, a crying Sharon came from the office. She had pulled the office door closed behind her. She never looked at Harold as she rushed from the office. The wait for him to be called felt like years. But in actuality, it had only been 10 minutes. The buzzing of the secretary's phone sounded like his death toll. In a fog, he heard her call his name and tell him to go in.

Mrs. Penworth sat behind a big shiny wooden desk. Harold had never been in her office before. Any other time, he would have been taken by the breathtaking view from her wall of windows. He never noticed all the rich ornaments that adorned the room. His eyes were riveted on her stern red face. "Sit down, young man!" His legs felt weak as he sank into the big leather chair. She stared at him without saying a word. The silence stretched out until he thought he couldn't stand it. Then she picked up a cup of coffee and sipped from it. He was caught at how delicately she held the cup. She looked at him over the rim. She set it down and touched a napkin to her lips.

"Can you explain what I walked in on?" She had not raised her voice and yet, to Harold it sounded cold and hard. Harold swallowed hard. "Uh, Mrs. Penworth…" He searched for words but none came. Then he just shrugged his shoulders. "I can't explain it. I'd like to say I was drunk and it just happened but that would be a lie. Yes I had been drinking. But I should have known better. I let myself be swayed by Sharon's obvious good looks. I know I'm fired and I won't expect a good recommendation or severance pay." Harold started to stand. "Sit down!" Mrs. Penworth slammed her hand on the desk and the resounding 'crack', made Harold jump.

Harold sank back down in the chair. He looked down at his feet. "Look at me when I talk to you, young man." His eyes snapped up to be captured by the glare she gave him. Then she stood up and walked around the desk. She crossed her arms and leaned against the desk with her ass resting on the edge. "Yes, Harold! What you did was stupid. And ordinarily, I would fire your ass and think nothing of it. But I know what goes on around this building. Sharon is the office whore. Hell! She got where she is by sucking and fucking everyone of my Executives. But at least she was discrete about before."

Harold swallowed again. He never expected Mrs. Penworth to be telling him this. "Harold! You have shown an awful lot of initiative since you were hired. And many people have spoken about the work you do. I am angry as hell, at what you have done. But even I know not to throw away a perfectly good employee. So I am going to let you off with a stern warning. If I ever hear of you fucking anyone in this office during working hours, I'll have you thrown out on your black ass!" Her eyes bore into him and Harold wanted to squirm in his chair. "I've heard all about you and your 11 inch cock! How many other secretaries of this firm have you fucked?" She had spit that last word out.

Harold wanted to jump up and tell this old white bitch that it was none of her fucking business. But he needed this job. It was going to be his ticket out of the dirty, stinking ghetto he lived in. but Harold had never squealed on anyone in his life. He squared his shoulders and stared directly at Mrs. Penworth. "Mrs. Penworth! I'm not saying that I have fucked," Harold imitated her with the word, "anyone else. And if I did, it wouldn't be right or fair to them if I told you." a cold smile crossed her face. "And if I told you that you can answer or be fired?" Harold looked back at her and shrugged. "I like this job, Mrs. Penworth! But not enough to betray any of my friends."

Harold watched as a smile came over Mrs. Penworth's face. "I can say one thing for you. You do have integrity! Most other young men would have spilled their guts to keep their job. Ok, Harold! Get to work." She turned her back on him and walked back around her big desk and sat down. Harold stood up to leave, then stopped. "Mrs. Penworth?" She looked up from her papers. "Yes?" "Did Sharon get fired?" Mrs. Penworth looked at him and Harold felt like she was looking directly into him. Then she burst out laughing. "Why, Harold? You kept your job, why worry about her?" 

Harold looked at Mrs. Penworth's face then looked away. "I just wouldn't feel right if I kept my job and she got fired. I mean it was both our faults." Mrs. Penworth studied him for a long time. Then she smiled. "Sit down Harold." She stood up and walked around her desk again. "You are a very strange young man. And yet, I like the way you present yourself. You have integrity and you are not selfish. That says a lot about you. No! I didn't fire Sharon. Sharon will have her own type of discipline later. She should have known better. She's no novice to how things work in this office. And she knows the standards I expect of her."

Mrs. Penworth's voice had grown soft and gentle. She offered Harold a cup of coffee. They spent the next 20 minutes talking about the office, his work and how he enjoyed his job. At 10:30, Harold was sitting back in his own cubicle working on the project he had. He found out from Sharon later that night that she had indeed received her own form of discipline. The reason she had come crying from Mrs. Penworth's office was because the woman had taken a long rod to her ass. 10 strokes across her ass with more promised later. And she had been forbidden to have anything to do with Harold sexually. 

Harold had grown angry at the woman's demands that Sharon leave him alone. How dare she! But Sharon explained to Harold that she had gotten her position as Executive Secretary by sleeping with the Executives. If she wanted to keep it, she couldn't go around sleeping with the office help. Harold had to accept it, but he was mad as hell that he never got a chance to find out if the rumors about Sharon being a slut who loved to be fucked in all her holes were true. Things went along normally for the next three weeks. Then Harold got called to Mrs. Penworth's office again.

Seated behind her big desk, she looked up as the secretary led in Harold. She smiled at him as she gestured for him to have a seat. She finished doing some paper work as he sat looking at her. Then she pushed the papers aside. "I have a very important dinner to attend. I would like you to accompany me as driver and escort. Would you like to do it?" Harold was struck by her request. "Yes, Mrs. Penworth! But I thought you had a driver." Mrs. Penworth looked at him over the coffee cup she sipped. "Harold! You have shown me that you have integrity and you know how to keep your mouth shut. Some of the things that will be discussed are very confidential. I know I can trust you not to come back here and blab. Do you want it or not?"

Was this a test? Did she want to know if he would run back and tell everyone that he was driving her to an affair? Harold didn't know what to say. "Yes, Mrs. Penworth. I'd like to be your driver and escort." "Good! I suppose that you have a black suit and tie. Meet me at this address," she handed him a slip of paper, "at 7 sharp." She went back to her paper work. Harold put the slip of paper in his pocket and left. She never looked up as the door closed. At 7pm, he was standing at the door of the address he had been given. He looked around at the manicured lawn and was impressed when a white butler opened the door. He met Mrs. Penworth as she came out of a doorway.

She looked him up and down. Then told the butler to go and bring a black bow tie. She had Harold put it on then the butler opened the door. They went in her towncar. Harold drove and Mrs. Penworth sat in the back. During the ride, she gave him his instructions. He was to speak when spoken to, listen carefully and just sit quietly. They drove up to the gates of a mansion even bigger than Mrs. Penworth's. Mrs. Penworth handed him a card and he slipped it into the box at the gate. The gate swung open electronically and they drove up the long driveway. Harold jumped out to open the door but a tuxedoed doorman had already opened her door. Harold gave him the keys and taking Mrs. Penworth's arm led her inside.

To say that it was luxurious, would have been like saying the Grand Canyon was a ditch. Harold had never seen such expensive surroundings. They were led into an intimate restaurant. The tuxedoed waiter led them to a table where a woman in her 50's was already seated. Mrs. Penworth introduced Harold as they sat down. The woman's name was Mrs. Cotton. Harold had the presence of mind to pull out Mrs. Penworth's chair. The two women talked over drinks. Harold had ordered plain club soda. Dinner was more than Harold could have ever expected. The steak was a thick as his wrist, and so tender, it melted in his mouth like cotton candy. After dinner Mrs. Penworth insisted that he have a brandy with them. 

Harold did as he had been instructed. He didn't offer anything to the conversation between the two women as they talked. Whenever anything was directed at him, he answered politely and honestly. Mrs. Penworth smiled at him a few times. But Harold noticed that Mrs. Cotton kept giving him secretive glances. She was not a bad looking woman. In fact, she looked damn good for her age. "Harold! Would you mind going to the men's room?" It might have sounded like a question, but he knew it was his cue to leave them alone. Harold went to the bathroom and when he finished he found them still in conversation. 

A waiter came over and set a chair before him. Harold sat in the chair and tried not to look stupid as he waited for the women to finish. The waiter tapped him on the shoulder and directed him to join his table. No sooner did he sit down, did Mrs. Cotton get up and go to the ladies' room. When she left, Mrs. Penworth leaned close to Harold. "How would you like to make $1500.00?" She said it the way someone else would ask if you wanted crème in your coffee. Harold didn't know what to say. "What would I have to do, Mrs. Penworth?" Mrs. Penworth motioned to the waiter for another round of drinks. She waited until they had been delivered before she addressed Harold again.

"Mrs. Cotton is a very important business associate. She is the Vice president of a very important company. She heard about your 11 inch cock and would like to go to bed with you." The look on Harold's face must have said it all. "No Harold! I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm just saying that I would be very grateful if you did this favor for me." Harold couldn't believe what she was asking of him. She was willing to pay him $1500.00 to sleep with this old woman. "Tonight?" That was all he could manage to answer. Mrs. Penworth smiled at him. "No! I didn't bring you hear to pimp you to my friend. But in our business, talk gets around. She heard about what happened at the party. And she heard about how big you are. She asked me to bring you so she could see what you looked like. See how you handled yourself in a sophisticated setting."

Harold closed his eyes and tried to picture Mrs. Cotton naked. She didn't look at bad and Harold wasn't stupid. That much money for fucking a white woman? Hell! For money like that, he would have fucked a gorilla. He agreed and Mrs. Penworth motioned for Mrs. Cotton to join them. It was set up for Harold to come back to this mansion tomorrow at 12 o'clock. He would be directed to a room where Mrs. Cotton would be waiting for him. After a final cup of coffee, they left the mansion. On the way home, Mrs. Penworth enlightened Harold to a few things about high finance business. She had gotten in the front seat with him when they got in the car. She had him drive home by a longer route.

"Harold! Forget about what you think, when it comes to big business. Women, run most of the large companies, in this country. Regardless, of the men who run around in $1000.00 suits, it's the women behind them that make the deals. That mansion we just left is owned by a small group of women, including myself. That! Is where most of the deals are made! And that's just the one in this state. Most of the women in these companies have married for money or position. They have been pampered most of their lives. They marry men with small minds and smaller dicks. And hearing about someone like you," she looked down in his lap, "with 11 inches of hard meat between his thighs, drives them into a frenzy. They don't give a damn about your color. All they care about is having their hot pussies stuffed."

They drove in silence for awhile. Then Mrs. Penworth turned in her seat to look at Harold. "You have proved to me that you can keep you mouth shut. You also didn't embarrass me at dinner tonight. Most of these women are real class acts. When they get a cold, you can bet, someone else holds the hankie while they blow their snot in it. You can't treat them like common street cunts. They want to be fucked, but fucked with class and style. Think you can do that?" Harold's mind whirled like a top. But he looked over at Mrs. Penworth and smiled. She didn't look that bad herself. And if he fucked her, then he wouldn't have to worry about losing his job, no matter what.

"And what about you Mrs. Penworth?" Mrs. Penworth looked at him for a long moment. Then she snorted out her laughter. "I don't fuck my hired help!" Harold was taken back by her harsh comment. Then he heard her laugh. "No Harold! I'm not one of these hard up women. I don't need, nor am I impressed with what you have between your legs. This can be a very good opportunity for you. Business is built on the contacts you make." She said very little for the rest of the ride home. The next day, I went to work as usual. At 10 o'clock, Mrs. Penworth called me and told me I should leave for my appointment. I drove my raggedy car up the long driveway of the mansion. 

This time, I was directed in a different direction than the restaurant. The butler led me to a door and silently walked away. I was told to open the door and let myself in. the room lights were dim. But, lying on a big bed, was Mrs. Cotton. She wore a very expensive nightgown. Very expensive, and very revealing! She lay propped up on the bed sipping champagne from a fluted glass. She held one up for me. I sat on the bed and gazed at her. No! She didn't look bad at all! I sipped from my glass as we looked at each other. "You're way overdressed. Why don't you get comfortable and join me." I smiled at her as I set my glass down. I faced her as I slowly undressed. I removed my jacket, tie and shirt. But her eyes were riveted on my crotch.


Eleven Inch Harold Ch. 1



I slowly unbuckled my belt then unzipped my pants. She wanted this dick and I was going to give it to her nice and slow. I slowly pushed my pants and shorts down together. Mrs. Cotton's eyes grew wider the more of my dick she saw. "Oh my! They weren't lying! That has got to be the most magnificent cock I've ever seen." She set her glass down and reached out to it. She hefted it to test its weight and sighed. Then she looked up at me. "A cock this size could do a lot of damage to my poor pussy. You had better be gentle!" I reached down and caressed her face. "A beautiful woman like you? A man would have to be a fool not to go slow and gentle." She smiled. "I knew last night that you were a classy bastard."

With that, she leaned over the bed, and took the head in her mouth. Mrs. Cotton licked my dick like a little kid licking an all day sucker. Slowly she pulled me closer, until I was lying down beside her. She bent over me and captured my dick in her mouth. Unlike Sharon, Mrs. Cotton didn't slurp my dick. Instead, she just whimpered as she sucked and licked it. My dick didn't get much bigger as I grew hard. But by the time I was fully hard, Mrs. Cotton was slowly working her stretched lips up and down the head. She drew back and looked at me. "Damn! I can barely get my lips around this monster. I heard that black guys were big, but shit!" She sat back and I handed her, her glass.

We sipped in silence. Then I set my drink down. Turning towards her, I gently kissed her lips. As I kissed her, I slipped her shoulder straps off. I kissed my way down her body as I slipped her nightgown down. I stayed at her tits, licking and sucking, until she sighed and pushed my head lower. When she lifted her hips, I held them up while I pulled her gown free. Then I kissed her navel and down to the trim panty cut hair around her cunt. She smelled of cinnamon. Mrs. Cotton opened her thighs slowly as I kissed my way to her cunt. And when my tongue slid up and down her slit, she moaned loudly. Mrs. Penworth told me I couldn't fuck her like a common street slut. So I took my time.

Mrs. Cotton had experienced two orgasms before she begged me to fuck her. I rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top. "You can better control how far it slides up your cunt this way." I lifted my head and captured one of her erect nipples. "And I can better suck these delicious morsels. Mrs. Cotton reached between us and grasped my dick. She held it as she positioned her pussy above it. Then she gently lowered herself. Her eyes widened as she slid the swollen head in her cunt. "Damn! My pussy has never been this stuffed before. Oh Harold! This monster cock could kill me!" Then she smiled a big grin. "Oh but what a way to go!"

Mrs. Cotton rode my dick until she had taken about half of it. Damn! For an older bitch, this white slut knew how to ride a hard dick. She worked her pussy up and down making some of the weirdest faces as she fucked me. One think I am good at is holding back my own climax. I used to love to make a pussy sore, fuckin it for a long time, before I shot my load into it. But I didn't try any of that shit with Mrs. Cotton. She began to cry out, as her climax grew closer. I held onto her hips so she wouldn't slip and hurt her pussy. "Harold! You big dick monster! You black motherfucker! Fuck my cunt! Shove that monster dick up my cunt!" 

Mrs. Cotton was screaming at the top of her lungs. Then with one blood-curdling scream she stiffened. Her pussy pulsed around my dick. Then her eyes grew wide. I felt her hot flood wash over my cock and balls. Mrs. Cotton screamed again. That was when I realized that it wasn't just cum that was shooting from her cunt. I held her until she stopped shaking. Then let her gently roll off me. As my dick pulled free of her cunt, she cried out again. Then she just lay on her back gulping in lungs full of air. I slowly stroked my hard dick. I still hadn't cum yet. Mrs. Cotton looked over at me thru half-closed eyelids. When she saw my hard dick, she groaned. "Shit! It looks even bigger than before. Give me a few minutes and I'll take care of it for you." 

Mrs. Cotton lay there rubbing her stomach. "I've never felt a dick so far up my cunt before. It's a good thing my husband doesn't fuck me often. It will take a week for my pussy to shrink back down to normal size." Mrs. Cotton rolled over on her stomach and wiggled down until her head was in my lap. She licked my dick clean then sucked the head between her lips. She lifted her head and looked at me. "Cum in my mouth. I want to swallow all this delicious cum." I smiled at her and stroked my dick as she attacked the head with her lips. It didn't take long for me to cum. With a moan and a grunt, I felt my hot cum boil up my shaft. Even as fast as she swallowed, most of my cum spurted from her mouth. But she licked up every drop. 

Mrs. Cotton lay on her back looking at me. "Harold! That was the best fuck I've ever had. I knew when I looked at you, that you would be terrific in bed. I'm gonna have to see you again. I'll let Mrs. Penworth know when. There's an envelope on the dresser. Take a shower and go back to work." Mrs. Cotton rolled over and I soon heard her soft breathing. Shit! Just like that she had gone to sleep. Dismissing me like some cheap trick. I picked up my pants and walked towards the bathroom. Snatching up the envelope, I tore it open. Inside was 5 crisp, new, $500.00 bills. I looked at the money and then back at the sleeping Mrs. Cotton. Shit! For this kind of money, she could have my dick anytime.

I smiled thru my shower and walked out the door a happy man. I went back to work and there was a message waiting for me. I was to report to Mrs. Penworth's office. I walked in and she smiled at me. "I just finished talking to Mrs. Cotton. My! My! She couldn't stop raving about you." she handed me an envelope. I looked at it and opened it. Inside was $1500.00. I handed it back to her. "Mrs. Cotton already gave me $2500.00. I guess that was my tip for doing a good job." Mrs. Penworth looked at me and smiled. "Sit down, Harold!" she got up and walked around the desk. I couldn’t help but stare at her legs. She always wore high heels and they made her legs look terrific. She saw me looking and smiled.

Mrs. Penworth handed me the envelope back. "Harold! I promised you $1500.00 for doing me this favor. If Mrs. Cotton wanted to pay you for your services, that's between you and her. Now I know that you may feel like I'm trying to turn you into a whore. But I'm not. Business is done in many different ways. Some million dollar deals are done on the golf course. Some are done in the bedroom. You have something many of my friends would love to get. An 11 inch, hard, fat, long black cock! And they have something that I want to get. Their help and business! We could make a great team, you and I. Would you like to help me out?" 

I looked up into her face. Mrs. Penworth was offering to pimp him out for his dick. But then he thought about the money. He had just fucked a rich white bitch and became 35 hundred dollars richer. Harold stood up and held his hand out. Mrs. Penworth smiled as she took it. She shook his hand and held it, looking into his eyes. Then her eyes grew cold. "Don't ever think of trying to fuck me on this deal. I can do things you never even dreamed of. High finance can be a very dangerous business. You will take your orders from me, and only me! You will never make private arrangements with any of the women I introduce you to. Understood?" from the tone of her voice, Harold knew he was in the big leagues.

"You're the boss, Mrs. Penworth. I work for you. I'll never forget that." She searched his face, then smiled. "I'm changing your job. You are now, the Director of Special Projects. This will leave you free to go to the appointments I make for you. You will buy yourself a new wardrobe! Black suits! Tuxedos! Etc. And you will be assigned a company car." She looked at his face and laughed. "Don't be so surprised. Your work speaks for itself. And I don’t mean your work with your dick. I already discussed this with the Board last week. Now! I'm famished. Take me to lunch." She tossed him a credit card. On it was embossed the name, "Harold Johnson, Dir. Spec. Proj." As they walked to the Executive elevator, Mrs. Penworth was already telling him about another businesswoman that she wanted him to meet. But that's another story.



Eleven Inch Harold Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Mrs. Pinchitt!

Harold sat in his office and ran his hands through his short hair. The papers piled on the desk were part of a project he was currently working on. His thoughts were interrupted, by the ringing of the phone. "Hello! Director of Special Projects office! Harold Johnson speaking! May I help you?" His face lit up when he heard the voice on the other end. "Well hello Mrs. Penworth!"

"Yes! I am getting the hang of this new position. And how are you feeling today?"

"Why yes, I'd be glad to drive you to dinner this evening."

"Yes, I'll be there at 7"

"Yes! I'll wear the white dinner jacket."

"Goodbye!"

Harold placed the phone in the cradle and looked at it for a few minutes. He smiled as he thought about how his life had changed. A few weeks ago, he was an up and coming clerk, in the office of a very prestigious firm. He lived in a small apartment in a ghetto and drove a raggedy car to work. And now, he was an Executive for the same firm, drove a newer car and had moved into a nice subdivision. And all it took was hard work. Hard work and 11 inches of thick, hard, black dick. And besides being an executive, he was also a male whore for his boss, Mrs. Penworth. 

It had been a month since his first encounter with Mrs. Cotton. But he still remembered the way she rode his huge dick. He smiled as he recalled her phone call the next day. Telling him how she had to soak in a warm tub. Hoping that her sore pussy would stop throbbing and pulsing. She had never been fucked with such a dick in all her life and couldn't wait to have him again. And now, Mrs. Penworth had another classy rich bitch for his hungry cock. Harold was still smiling as he dived into his work with renewed enthusiasm.

He rang the bell to Mrs. Penworth's modest mansion at precisely 7pm. The butler smiled at him, as he was let in and Mrs. Penworth met him in the large foyer. She looked him up and down, then smiled at the change in his appearance. "You are a very handsome man, Harold. Are you ready to go?" Harold smiled as he held his arm out for her to take. He assisted her into the car and off they went. Along the way, Mrs. Penworth told him about the woman they would meet at dinner. Mrs. Pinchitt, was the wife of the President of a very large trucking outfit. They handled all of the shipping concerning the firm he worked for. She had heard about Harold from Mrs. Cotton and wanted to meet him.

They pulled up to the mansion and Mrs. Penworth handed Harold the entry card. They were escorted to a table. A few minutes later, a woman dressed in a very expensive gown entered the room and walked straight to the table. Harold looked Mrs. Pinchitt up and down as she walked over. Harold got up as she came over and pulled the chair out for her. Once seated, Mrs. Penworth introduced her. Mrs. Pinchitt was a big woman. Not only in size, she was about 6 feet tall, but in weight. She must have been about 240. But with her tallness, she didn't look out of proportion. 

The two women talked about work, finances and Mrs. Pinchitt's husband. Dinner was again a meal to die for. Harold had the fish and wasn't disappointed. It was after dinner when they were sharing a brandy that Harold excused himself. When he came from the bathroom, he saw the two women in a discussion so he stayed in the alcove. When they stopped talking, he again went to the table. A few minutes of mundane conversation and Mrs. Pinchitt left for the powder room. "So, Harold! Think you could satisfy her? I know she's not as pretty as Mrs. Cotton is. Nor is she younger! In fact, she's close to 60. But her husband controls the trucks that move my product. And I could really use your help. Say, $2500.00, this time. Bigger, older woman, more expense for the service."

Harold looked into Mrs. Penworth's eyes and couldn’t mistake the twinkle of mischievous amusement. She was getting a kick out of playing the pimp to his enormous cock. He smiled and picked up his drink. "I once told you that you were my boss, I meant it. If you want me to do this, you know I will. And I'll try and make her as happy as I did Mrs. Cotton." At the sound of the other woman's name, Mrs. Penworth smiled. "Oh Harold! That poor woman has been begging me for another round with you. I'm glad she had to travel to California. She'll be there for two weeks. But when she gets back, I fear you'll have to wear her out again." They laughed as Mrs. Pinchitt returned to the table.

The next day, Harold was just finishing up some paper work when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Penworth reminding him of his appointment. Harold cleared his desk and went to the garage. Up to the mansion and into hallway where the rooms were. He was directed to another room this time. A room, where Mrs. Pinchitt was already waiting. Only she was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa. Harold came in and sat down with her. He noticed that she had worn a plain, if not nice looking, business suit. She took his big Black Hand between her white ones. She held it for awhile then looked up into his face. "Harold! I'm a bit different than other women you may have been with. You may not want to continue after I talk to you. I only ask, that if you don't want to go thru with this, that you never tell anyone. I mean anyone Harold! Not, even Mrs. Penworth.

Harold looked up into the big blue eyes of this woman. Mrs. Pinchitt was not a raving beauty. But she did have a certain beauty in the way she carried herself. Her tits seemed full and except for the abundance of hips, she wasn't really a bad looking woman. She looked back into his face and when he smiled at her, she smiled back. "You're not gonna tell me that you're secretly a guy, are you?" that seemed to break the tension of the moment. Then he looked again in her face. "Mrs. Pinchitt! I don't think that there's anything you could tell me that I would think was strange. I'm a big boy and have experienced many different things. So lets talk about this, and maybe you'll feel better."

He got up and poured two drinks from the decanter on the table. He was not a lover of scotch, but it was her show. He handed her her drink and Mrs. Pinchitt took a big gulp. Then she sat with her drink in her hands staring at the carpet. Harold sat next to her and after sipping his drink set it down. He lifted her head, with his hand beneath her double chin. Then he leaned in and kissed her. the kiss was soft and tender and Mrs. Pinchitt sighed as she returned it. She looked at him then gulped her drink again. She looked down at her feet. "Harold I…" she stopped and looked up at him. She looked almost about to cry.

Harold moved closer to her and put his arm around her broad shoulders. He whispered into her ear. "Close your eyes! Take a deep breath and let it out. You don't have to look at me while you tell me, if that would make you feel better." Then he settled back on the sofa while still holding onto her. Mrs. Pinchitt closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Harold, I've never been around too many black men. In fact, I've been around only two or three in a social setting. And I've never allowed a black man to touch me sexually. But I've always had this fantasy. It's about a black man raping me. He has this big cock and he makes me do all kinds of things. He makes me suck it while he talks nasty to me. He makes me beg him to fuck me. He even… He even shoves it up my ass!"

Harold leans up and turns Mrs. Pinchitt's face to his. "Is that the fantasy you would like? Is that what you would like me to do? How you want me to treat you?" Mrs. Pinchitt looked deep into his eyes. "I was hoping that you would agree. But if you don't want to, I'll understand." Harold again kissed her. This time, he was not surprised when her tongue slipped from between her full lips and linked with his. Mrs. Pinchitt moaned as she pressed her mouth hard against Harold. Harold broke the kiss and handed her her drink. "If we are gonna make this work the way you want it to, you know I'm gonna have to curse you and yell at you. Not only that, but you will be verbally abused and humiliated. And I hope you brought another set of clothes cause I'm gonna have to get rough and rip those clothes off you."

Mrs. Pinchitt's eyes grew wide. "Harold! You would? I mean you'll go through with it?" He smiled at her. "You wanted me to satisfy you, didn't you? Well, whatever it takes, is what I'll do. I want you to leave here happier than ever." He raised his glass and she shared his toast. She beamed at him, like a kid on his birthday. "Finish your drink and we'll begin. By the way, are those the clothes you'll wear home, or are they extra?" Mrs. Pinchitt smiled at him. "Oh don't worry about these, I have a whole closet full of clothes to wear." Harold went over to her and caressed her face. She looked up at him like a happy puppy.

"Close your eyes and I will set the scene for you." Mrs. Pinchitt closed her eyes and with a sigh, lay back on the couch. "I work for you. You fired me and I come back when I know you'll be alone in your office. I find you sitting on the sofa with your eyes closed." Mrs. Pinchitt smiled as she thought about the scene. It was just like she was now. Suddenly she heard his voice. But it wasn't the sweet baritone voice of Harold. It was different and she opened her eyes in fear. 

"There you are, bitch! I've worked for this place for 10 years and you fire me just like that? Well, I'm gonna teach your white ass a lesson." Harold knew the rooms were all soundproofed so he didn't care about raising his voice. Mrs. Pinchitt looked up into Harold's face and became afraid. He was not the same mild, sweet man she had met. This man was big, black and angry. Her eyes grew wide. Did she make a terrible mistake? Would he really hurt her? Harold saw the fear in her eyes. But this was what she said she wanted. So he was going to play this to the hilt.

"Look at you! Rich white bitch! You think you can ruin the lives of hard working black men? Well ms white cunt! I'm gonna teach you a lesson about black me. I'm gonna teach you that you can't just fuck over us." With that, Harold grabbed Mrs. Pinchitt up by her jacket. He did it so suddenly, she actually screamed in fear. The mansion staff had been specially picked. They knew what happened behind those private doors. And they never entered unless they were called. No matter what muffled noises hey heard. Harold jerked his hands and Mrs. Pinchitt almost fell as he ripped her jacket from her body. Then he ripped off her blouse and bra. He gazed at her big tits.

"Take those fuckin clothes off! I'm gonna teach your white ass a lesson about black men." Mrs. Pinchitt back up until her thighs hit the couch. "Harold please! I didn't mean…" Harold reached out and grabbed her shirt. The loud tearing sound filled the room. He pulled his belt from his pants. "I'll whip your silly white ass if I have to. Now take those fuckin clothes off!" Harold whipped the belt pass Mrs. Pinchitt's body and she cringed. She began to cry as her fumbling hands pushed down her slip. She stood looking at him. "Your panties too! I want to see that white pussy." 

Mrs. Pinchitt sniffed back tears as she pushed her fingers in her waistband. She looked up into Harold's black face. "Please?" It came out in a whimper. Harold laughed but it was not the warm laugh she had heard at dinner. This one was cold and hard. He snapped his belt and the resounding "pop", caused Mrs. Pinchitt to push her panty down in one motion. She now stood before him in nothing but her garter belt, stockings and shoes. He leered at her body. Then he leaned in and grabbed her by her hair. She cried out when he pushed her to the couch. "Unzip my pants and take my dick out!" she looked at the zipper of his pants like she didn't know what it was. 

His hands tightened in her hair until she cried out. "Do it bitch! Harold yelled at her. Her hands came up and she fumbled with the zipper. Then she reached in and fumbled trying to get his already semi-hard dick free. When it finally came free, she groaned. "Oh my god!" Harold laughed. "Now suck it slut! I bet none of them white boys ever had a dick like this." Mrs. Pinchitt looked up into his face. Her tears had streaked her mascara. She had black stains running down her cheeks. "I can't put that in my mouth. I won't" Harold tightened on her hair until she opened her mouth to cry. Then he shoved his dick in. "Bite it and I'll cut your throat and leave you for dead." 

Her eyes wide with fear, Mrs. Pinchitt held her mouth open. Harold slowly began to rock his hips. "Now listen to me, bitch! You're gonna do everything I tell you to. If you do, I'll let you go without hurting you. But if you give me any trouble, I'll cut you up good and leave you for dead. Do you understand me?" Harold pulled his dick free and pushed his face down to face her. Mrs. Pinchitt was so afraid; she could only nod her head yes. This was feeling very real to her. Harold smiled. "Good! Now I know a big white old slut like you must have sucked some dick in your younger years. But I bet you never sucked a dick this good! Well now's your chance." Harold noticed a plate of cheese on the table. He picked up the knife and held it. Mrs. Pinchitt's eyes flashed to the knife.

Harold smiled as he grabbed one of her hands. Wrapping it around his meaty shaft, he pointed his dick to her mouth. Mrs. Pinchitt's eyes looked from the knife, to his dick then up in his face. She actually trembled as she bent her head. Harold moaned, as her soft full lips surrounded his cockhead. As she began to lick and suck on his swollen head, he moaned. Her mouth was warm and wet as she slowly worked on the head of his dick. "Take more in your mouth. All you white bitches love to suck dick!" wrapping her other hand around his enormous shaft, she took more of his black dick into her mouth. Harold rocked his hips and soon had her taking more of his dick. Then he purposely pushed in until she gagged and choked.

He laughed as he grabbed her by the hair. Jerking her head up to look at him, he smiled. "What's the matter. Never had a dick this big before?" Mrs. Pinchitt shook her head no. Harold pulled her hair until she was standing up. Then he marched her into the bedroom. Pushing her down on the bed, he made her lie with her legs open. "Look at that sweet white pussy. My big old dick is gonna stretch it open so much, you'll never be filled by a white dick again. Play with your pussy, bitch!" With shaking hands, Mrs. Pinchitt slid her fingers closer to her hairy cunt. I watched as her fingers rubbed the outside of her pussy lips. But she never put her fingers near her slit.

Harold grabbed her by the ankles and jerked her forward. Mrs. Pinchitt's arms flew up in the air and she cried out. "Shut up, bitch! When I tell you to do something, I mean do it!" Harold leaned down and sneered into her face. "If I have to, I'll use these nylons," he grabbed one of the straps of her garter belt and let it snap back against her skin, "and tie you to the bed. Is that what I'm gonna have to do?" Mrs. Pinchitt shook her head no so hard Harold winced. He held her legs up in the air and wide open as her fingers rubbed her slit. "Spread it open wide. I want to see all the way up that hole." 

Mrs. Pinchitt pulled her pussy lips open wide and Harold licked his lips at the pink flesh in her cunt. "Rub those pussy lips and slide your fingers up in that cunt. I want it real wet when I put this black snake up your white hole." Mrs. Pinchitt's fingers rubbed her sensitive inner lips. And with Harold looking down at her, she slowly worked her finger into her cunt. Harold could see that her pussy was already wet, and with her fingers, it grew even wetter. "That's right, slut! Work those fingers in and out." Even through her fear, Mrs. Pinchitt's body began to betray her. A low moan escaped her tightly closed lips. Harold smiled as her fingers grew wetter and wetter.

"Now suck those fingers clean." Mrs. Pinchitt's eyes grew wide. Then she screwed her face up. "Ugh! That's nasty! I'm not gonna put my fingers in my mouth." Harold roared and grabbed her nylons. Ripping them down her thighs, he pulled them off her feet. Mrs. Pinchitt tried to crawl backwards on the bed. "Please! Please don't tie me up. I'll do it! I swear I'll do it!" with that, she stuck her wet fingers in her mouth and sucked on them loudly. Harold pulled her back to the edge of the bed. "Keep doing it! You're gonna suck my dick after I fuck you anyway. You might as well get used to the taste." 

Mrs. Pinchitt felt like throwing up. But that would only enrage him even more. Harold got down on his knees and looked directly up into her cunt. Mrs. Pinchitt kept sliding her fingers in her cunt and sucking them. Suddenly, Harold slapped her hands away. Then, holding her thighs open, he bent his head and licked her slit. "Oh no! No, please! That's nasty!" But Harold kept licking her. And soon her whimpers and pleas of protest turned into whimpers of budding lust. Harold loved licking a wet pussy and he was sliding his tongue up and down her slit. When he found her clit, he sucked it in his mouth. "Ooooooo! Please! Oh please!" Mrs. Pinchitt moaned out loud. And even as she moaned, she pulled the lips of her pussy open even more.

Harold smiled as he tongue fucked her open slit. He lifted his head up and looked at her wiggling her ass on the bed. "Pull your nipples. Pinch them between your fingers." He bent his head back down but looked up along her stomach to her face. Mrs. Pinchitt's hands rubbed then pinched and pulled on her hard nipples. Harold devoted his attention to her cunt. When she started to hump her pussy up to his probing tongue, Harold stopped. "No! Please don't stop! It was feeling so good." Harold laughed as he stood up. He pulled her further down on the bed and grasped his hard dick. Then he directed it between her thighs. Mrs. Pinchitt's eyes grew wide. 

Please! You're too big! You'll tear me open." Harold laughed even louder. "Bitch! If a kids head can come out a pussy, my big dick can go in it." With that, he pushed the head of his dick in her cunt. "Uhggg! Oh it's so big. It hurts!" Suddenly the head popped inside. "Ahh! Oh goodness!" Harold worked the head in deeper. Mrs. Pinchitt bit her lower lip as four fat inches pushed up into her hole. "Damn! You one tight white whore. But your pussy feels good. I'm gonna fuck you real good." Harold fucked her slow. But with each thrust he buried more of his massive dick up her cunt. Her moans rose in volume. And Mrs. Pinchitt was soon screaming for him to fuck her deeper.

"Work it deeper! Oh you black bastard, fuck me!" Harold shoved his dick in hard and deep. Mrs. Pinchitt screamed as his dick went deeper than any man she had ever had did. "Black bastard!" he pulled back and shoved in again. "Please! I didn't mean it!" Harold began to fuck her in earnest. But he made sure that he didn't go in deep enough to hurt her. Mrs. Pinchitt was soon humping her pussy up to meet his thrust. "More! Oh, please give me more? Fuck me! Please fuck me! It's so good! Oh! I'm gonna scum!" With those words, Harold pulled out. Mrs. Pinchitt screamed in frustration. "NOOO! Don't you dare fucking stop!" 

Harold laughed as he pulled his dick free and stood up. Mrs. Pinchitt's cunt had produced thick, white crème. It clung to his dick and dripped off the tip. "Tell me you love it, slut! Say it!" Mrs. Pinchitt was pulling and pinching her nipples. The tips were red and hard. And she had pulled them till the nipples stood out from her tit. "Yes! I love it! Oh it's so big and went so far in my pussy. Please keep fucking me! Put it back in me. Please! I almost came." Harold pulled her up to a sitting position. "I told you to get used to the taste. Now suck it clean." Grabbing her hair again, Harold rubbed his dick across her lips. Pulling her hair, he shoved it in her mouth as she opened it. 




Eleven Inch Harold Ch. 2



But instead of giving him a hard time, Mrs. Pinchitt moaned as she sucked as much as she could into her mouth. All the time she sucked and licked his dick, she moaned and whimpered. She even licked his shaft all the way down to his hairy balls. Harold pulled her to her feet and kissed her. Mrs. Pinchitt grabbed him by his hips and pulled him to her. She ground her hips against him, as her tongue searched the inside of his mouth. When the kiss broke she held him. "Please fuck me! Shove that big black cock back up into my pussy. It's so hungry for it. I've never had a dick like this. I want to feel it stretch my pussy. I want you to fuck me till I can't stand it."

Harold kissed her hard. "I told you that you would be begging for this black dick. Now get on that bed on your hands and knees." Mrs. Pinchitt smiled as she got up on the bed in the position he told her to. She even wiggled her ass as she stuck it up in the air. Harold got behind her and slapped her across the ass. Then grasping his dick, he directed it to her cunt. With slow, deliberate strokes, he fucked her. Mrs. Pinchitt was soon moaning and begging for more. She begged him to shove it deeper. She begged for it to be faster! And smiling behind her, Harold smiled as he complied. He grasped her white cheeks and pried them open. The scent from her fucked pussy rose up to him. And he inhaled deeply. 

Harold gazed down at the dark puckered hole of her ass. Reaching over to the night table he grabbed up the jar of Vaseline. He scooped up a big gob with two fingers and rubbed along her crack. Mrs. Pinchitt cried out as he roughly pushed his fingers up her ass. "I told you that I was gonna fuck you up your big white ass." Mrs. Pinchitt whimpered and tried to move. Harold slapped her hard on the ass. "Don't make me tie you up. You've been a good girl so far." With that, he pulled his dick out. Then he placed it at her hole. Slowly he pushed his dick in. "Argh! Oh god! You're splitting my ass open. Oh please! No! Take it out! It hurts! It hurts!" 

Harold stopped his push while Mrs. Pinchitt took deep gasping breaths. Then Harold began to slowly rock back and forth. Harold worked his dick slowly. Sinking deeper into her tight hole. And all the while, Mrs. Pinchitt whimpered. But as she relaxed, Harold's dick sank deeper. He rubbed more Vaseline along his shaft and around her hole. Suddenly Mrs. Pinchitt moaned. "It feels like I'm trying to take a shit!" Harold fucked her slowly. And soon, she responded. "Oh yea! Fuck my ass, Harold! Work that big log up my shitter! Oh shit! I'm being fucked in my ass! Just like I've always wanted. Oh Harold! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna… Ahhh! I'm scummin! I'm scummin!" with that, her body shook and she fell to the bed pulling free as she fell forward.

Harold walked into the bathroom and washed his dick off. When he came back he lay on the bed next to Mrs. Pinchitt. She just lay on her stomach breathing heavy. Then she slowly crawled up to him. She pulled him to her and kissed him passionately. Then she worked her mouth down to his still hard dick. She sucked and licked him until he came all over her face and hair. And then he watched as Mrs. Pinchitt rubbed his crème all over her tits. He fucked her with his semi-hard dick until she came again. Then she pulled him up and they walked into the shower. She got out first and told him to take his time. When he came out, now fully dressed, he found her dressed and sipping on a drink. She handed him a drink and an envelope. He tucked the envelope in his pocket.


"No silly! I want you to look at it!" Harold sipped his drink as he opened the envelope. Then he began to choke. The check was for $5,000.00. Mrs. Pinchitt smiled as the harsh liquor burned his throat. When he stopped choking, he looked at her. "Mrs. Pinchitt! I can't take this much from you!" she smiled and waved her hand at him. "Nonsense, Harold! You've given me more than I could ever imagine. That's a small price to pay. But I warn you; I'll make you work even harder next time. Now come and kiss me and be on your way." Harold was in a daze as he drove back to work. In Mrs. Penworth's office he told her how much he had been paid. She smiled at him as she handed him the promised $2500.00. They talked about his project and then she told him he deserved to take the rest of the day off.



Eleven Inch Harold Ch. 3



Chapter 3: Mrs. Penworth's Turn!

Harold stood in his office staring at his secretary. Gloria stared back at him. "Don't look stupid at me! I'm only taking orders." She held a suit on a hanger in her hand. "Mrs. Penworth sent these up this morning. She gave me strict orders, that you were to put them on, and be at the Board meeting at 9:30." Harold looked from the suit to his secretary. Gloria was a medium build young woman. She had a nice tight ass, big round tits and wore glasses. She also had two Masters degrees. One in business the other in finance! She had been assigned to him when he was promoted to his new position. He had first dismissed her out of hand. He didn't particularly want a black secretary. But Mrs. Penworth told him that Gloria came with the office. No Gloria! No promotion! And she had proved invaluable in helping him accomplish his job. 

However, she was adamantly opposed whenever he tried to take her out or get next to her. She said she was hired as his Personal Secretary, not his personal whore. She also knew about his lunches with the rich white women he met. Following her orders, Harold dressed then went up to the top floor to attend the meeting. He walked in and found all the Board members already seated. Mrs. Penworth got up when he entered. She directed him to a seat at the other end of the table. Harold felt very vulnerable and alone, sitting by himself with everyone staring at him. Mrs. Penworth came down the long table and placed her hands on his shoulders, as she stood behind him. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Due to the very hard work of this young man, our position has solidified very nicely. From Mrs. Cotton, our manufacturing end will increase by 20 percent! And for Mrs. Pinchitt's help, in convincing her husband to accept our new contract. In the last 4 months, his hard work has proven invaluable to our achieving the goals we set forth at the last Board meeting. He has worked tirelessly in researching how a mutual meeting of businesses can help all businesses grow more profitable. That is why I have petitioned you to ok the generous pay hike that you have granted." She handed Harold an envelope. Then beaming like a proud mother hen, she told him to open it. The check was for $25,000.00! With an attached note of what his new salary would become. 

Harold sat there with his mouth open. The salary he was going to get put him in a whole new tax bracket. Mrs. Penworth leaned down and whispered in his ear. "They don't know how you really earned those concessions, so look intelligent!" Harold was patted on the back and shook hands with each member as the meeting broke up. Mrs. Penworth leaned on the table and smiled at him. "Come by my house around 7 Harold, there's a lot we have to discuss. With that, he was left alone in the big room. He walked downstairs in a fog. Only to be greeted with shouts and hand claps. Everyone in his department had been given a big bonus.

Harold drove up to the Penworth mansion and parked his car like he always had. He was met at the door by the same butler. But this time, as the butler let him in, he told Harold that Mrs. Penworth was waiting for him in the study. With that, he went out the door and closed it behind him. Harold went into the study, only to find Mrs. Penworth seated on the big sofa, sipping a drink. She turned to him and smiled. "Not a bad day, huh Harold? But make no mistake; you were rewarded just as much for your hard work as you were for your hard cock. Everyone is very impressed with how hard and meticulously you do your job."

Harold stood before his boss and smiled down at her. "Mrs. Penworth, I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. And I promise to work even harder to prove you haven't made a mistake with your trust in me." He took the glass she picked up and offered to him. She patted the spot next to her and he sat down. "Have you ever wondered why I haven't tried you out?" Harold took a sip from his glass. The brandy was strong. He looked at her. "You told me once, that you never fuck the hired help." She laughed. "Yes! Yes I did!" Mrs. Penworth smiled as she sipped from her glass. "Well Harold, I wasn't exactly honest with that answer." She turned to the open doorway. "You may come in now."

Harold looked to see who would enter the study. The person who entered was the last person he would have ever expected to see. Wearing a black dress, so tight that you didn't have to imagine what was beneath it, was his secretary, Gloria. She came in and sat next to Mrs. Penworth. "Hello Mr. Johnson!" Harold looked from Mrs. Penworth to Gloria. "Gloria?" Gloria looked at her boss and her face broke into a big smile. "Close your mouth Harold, you'll catch flies. Did you think that you were the only one that Cynthia used? I have been in her employ for the last 2 years. Only I'm not directly involved with the firm. And besides, there's a lot more work for a handsome black man with an 11 inch dick, than a small black woman with a golden tongue."

Mrs. Penworth smiled as she turned to Gloria. "Oh but I love your golden tongue my sweet. That and every other part of you." Mrs. Penworth bent her head and delivered a kiss to Gloria that had even Harold's dick starting to grow. "Why Harold! You seem so surprised! How else did you think I could resist that magnificent cock of yours? But I have to admit; it was hard keeping poor Gloria from jumping you every time you entered the office. So you see, tonight is for the both of us. You finally get a chance to enjoy Gloria's sweet pussy, and I get a chance to see you in action. If you're up to it, that is?" Harold took a big gulp from his drink. "Mrs. Penworth…"

"Call me Cynthia, Harold! I think, that a man who is going to eventually be shoving a dick as big as yours up my cunt, can call me by my first name." Cynthia looked at him and a hard glint entered her smile. "But that concession is given, only when we are here alone. Understood? And besides, I know that Gloria can't wait to get her hands and lips around that monster."

Gloria got up from her seat and walked over in front of Harold. She looked down at the lump in his pants and licked her lips. "Hearing the way you fucked Mrs. Cotton and Mrs. Pinchitt made me want you so bad. And having to see you in the office every day would drive me crazy. But you're here now and I can have all of you I can take." She turned to Cynthia. "Can't I Mistress?" Cynthia just smiled and nodded her head. Gloria fell to her knees while holding onto Harold's knees. Then with deft fingers, she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She worked his semi-hard dick free and moaned as she rubbed it against her cheeks.

Harold looked down at his secretary. With one hand wrapped around his stiffening dick, she slid the other hand up along Cynthia's thighs. She stopped and turned to Cynthia. "Your pussy is already soaked, Mistress! I bet you want to suck this dick just as badly as I do?" Cynthia chuckled as she opened her thighs wider. "Well, baby! Then I think you should make me proud?" With that, Gloria bent her head and swallowed Harold's dickhead. With a moan, she bobbed her head up and down. Twisting and turning, she worked more and more of his massive dick into her hungry mouth. And Cynthia looked on with a smile on her face.

Harold looked over at Cynthia Penworth. The woman sat staring at her black charge sucking his dick. And absently, she stroked her hardening nipples. "Oh Gloria! You eager black nymph! You've waited so long to taste him. Take him deep, sweetness!" Cynthia reached out and slid her hand along Gloria's back. Then Harold heard the zipper on her black dress being pulled down. Gloria stopped her sucking and stood up. The slinky black dress fell from her body with ease. And she stood before Harold completely naked. Without a word, Gloria climbed up on Harold's lap. Then she slid lower until the tip of his dick touched her hairless cunt. She reached down and spread her lips open. Then with a sigh, she lowered herself even more.

"Oh Mistress! It's so big! It's bigger than every dildo you ever fucked me with." Gloria, her eyes rolling backwards in her head, slowly worked her hips up and down. She took more and more of his prize cock up her cunt. Cynthia sat and sipped her drink. She allowed Gloria to enjoy herself. Her turn would come soon enough. Gloria was just getting into it when Cynthia reached over and grasped one of her nipples. With a hard twist, Gloria screamed. "That's enough, my pet. Let's take him upstairs." Gloria climbed off and a gob of her crème splashed Harold's pants. Cynthia scooped it up with her fingers. Harold watched as the old white woman sucked the crème from her fingers. "She cums so thickly. I swear, sometimes I have to scoop it out with a spoon." 

Harold, his dick still sticking from his pants, followed the two women up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. The room was huge. And in the center was a four-poster bed with a mirrored ceiling above it. "Welcome to my playground, Harold. Gloria! Undress your Mistress, won't you?" Gloria walked to her older lover and slowly undressed her. When Cynthia was naked, Harold had to admire what he saw. She may have been old, but she took very, good care of herself. She didn't show any of the usual signs of old age. No wrinkled skin, no sagging tits, she looked good! Gloria was running her hands up and down Cynthia's body. Then she eased Cynthia to the bed.

Sitting on the bed, Cynthia motioned for me to join her. As he sat next to her, Gloria sunk to her knees. With long practice, Gloria licked her way up Cynthia's thighs. Then with a sigh, Cynthia turned to Harold and kissed him. Harold cupped one of her tits and softly massaged and squeezed it. Cynthia moaned as she broke the kiss. "It was so hard listening to those bitches talk about how you fucked them. They couldn't stop raving about your big juicy cock. I worked poor Gloria into a frenzy talking about it. Yes Gloria! Lick my pussy! Just like that!"

As Cynthia lay back on the bed, Harold followed her down. His lips surrounded her nipples and then he found her mouth. Cynthia groaned into his mouth. Gloria was expert in caring for her hungry cunt. And Cynthia loved the care that this young, black nymph took to please her. Then she pulled Harold on top of her. Gloria sat back on her knees and watched as Harold slipped his dick between her Mistress's thighs. Cynthia looked up into Harold's face. "Easy big boy! I'm not some client who wants her pussy ruined." Harold chuckled as he eased the head into her cunt. Cynthia groaned as the head slid into her clit. She could feel it pushing the soft flesh apart. 

Damn, Harold! You do have a monster cock!" Harold concentrated on giving his dick to her slowly. Then he felt Gloria on his back. Her tongue licked his shoulders, then down his spine. He shivered when she got to the small of his back. When he felt her tongue sliding into the crack of his ass, he stopped. "No, don't stop, Harold! Keep fucking Mistress slow." Harold stroked his dick deeper into Cynthia and she lifted her knees to a more comfortable position. Harold felt his cheeks being pried apart as the tongue went lower. When he felt it hit his puckered hole, he groaned and pushed deeper into Cynthia. "Oh my god!" She gasped! But Harold didn't hear her. Feeling Gloria tongue fucking his asshole was the wildest feeling he had ever felt. She seemed to be able to stick her tongue deep into him.

Harold was caught. Between trying to shove his dick deeper into Cynthia's pussy, and push his ass back to get more of Gloria's delicious tongue at the same time, he didn't know which one to do. Then he felt something being pushed deep in his ass. He tensed up. "Relax Harold! Surely you've felt a woman fingering your ass before?" Harold had never let a woman finger his ass. But what Gloria was doing felt so good. Or maybe it was because she had used her tongue to get him started. Cynthia Penworth was humping her pussy up to meet his gentle strokes. "Now I have both of you. Oh Harold! Oh my sweet Gloria! I want you both to fuck me. Fuck me till I can't stand it any more."

Gloria's fingers were starting to work faster in his ass. And Harold grunted as he sped up his own pumping of Cynthia. "Tell me you like it, Harold! Tell me you like this finger in your ass." Harold groaned as she pushed another finger up his tight hole. "Yes! Yes you black bitch! I like the way it feels. Fuck my ass with your fingers." Gloria took her fingers out and replaced them with her hot tongue again. But Harold's stroking kept her from giving him the rimming she wanted to give him. So she sat back and let him fuck Cynthia. "Fuck her Harold! Shove that entire sweet dick up my Mistress's cunt! She wanted to fuck you from the moment she saw your dick. Didn't you Mistress?" Cynthia had her eyes squeezed shut. This was the most dick she had ever taken up her cunt. The dildos Gloria used on her didn't come close.

Suddenly, Cynthia let out a bloodcurdling scream. She fell back on the bed and seemed to go into convulsions. Afraid that he had caused her to have a heart attack, Harold jumped up from her. But Gloria was there in a flash. Her mouth was glued to the older woman's white cunt. Licking and sucking like a mad woman, Gloria brought another loud moan from Cynthia's lips. Then the woman sat up. She appeared to be spent and weak. "Oh Gloria! I've never been fucked so hard and so deep in all my life. When I came, I swear I almost passed out. But your mouth behind the orgasm made it even better for Mistress. Gloria beamed at the older woman. "Harold! Please get me another brandy?" He turned to pull on his pants. "No Harold! There is a bar just behind that vanity." To his surprise, the vanity swung out easy as could be.

Harold made a drink for Cynthia and walking back to her he noticed her looking at him. "I'm gonna have to enjoy that dick a lot more, now that I know how good you use it." She patted the spot next to her. Harold got up on the bed and was lying next to her with his back against the headboard. "Gloria! Get Harold a nice drink. Then come and sit on his dick while I educate him." Gloria came back to the bed with Harold's drink in her hand. With swift sure movements, she was astride him. As she lowered herself down onto his shaft, she handed him the glass. Gloria began to slowly work herself up and down. Cynthia looked on with pride, at her young charge. Harold could only watch her dark nipples slowly move up and down with her body.

"She fucks very well! Doesn't she Harold? She should! I trained her to be capable of handling any type of sexual situation she may encounter. I know that you are wondering how it is that she calls me Mistress? Well, I will tell you so that you will better understand Gloria's devotion to me. I sponsor many kids thru college. And the brightest ones I hire. Gloria is a brilliant woman and was a brilliant student. But her hunger for sex always got her into trouble ad damn near got her thrown out of college. Since it was my money that was paying for her education, I had her brought up here for a weekend talk. Fuck him slowly you greedy little darling." Gloria slowed her rhythm. "Yes Mistress! It just feels so good. You don't know how badly I've wanted him to fuck me?"

Cynthia smiled and her hand stroked Gloria's tit. Then she pinched the nipple hard. Gloria sucked air in between clenched teeth. "Listen when Mistress speaks or you won't get any more of this delicious dick." Gloria moaned as Cynthia's hand slid down her stomach and rubbed her clit. "Yes Mistress!" Cynthia took a sip of her drink. "Anyway, I told Gloria what would be waiting for her in the way of a job and income. But, I also told her that any more incidents concerning anything sexual, and she would be out on her black ass faster than she could piss. We got to talking. I found out that this little minx doesn't just like sex; she's addicted to it. I really took a liking to her. We went shopping and I brought her some new clothes for school. Then I took her shopping for a new bedroom wardrobe. She was surprised at first. Since I did threaten her. Then, while we were in the car, I told her that if she was so determined to enjoy sex, and I was paying for her education anyway, she might as well enjoy it with me."


Gloria started moaning at just that moment. "Oh Mistress! Harold's dick is going so deep. I can feel it all the way in my throat. Can I cum? Please Mistress, can I cum now?" Cynthia looked at Harold, and then she looked at Gloria. The black woman had her hands clenched tight. Every muscle in her body seemed to be taunt. Cynthia leaned over and began to talk to her in a low voice. "Who do you belong to?" Gloria moaned. "Oh Mistress, you know that I belong to you and only you." Gloria looked at Harold. "And who are you allowed to fuck?" Gloria was breathing thru her mouth. "Only the people you tell me I can fuck. Please Mistress! I can't hold it back much longer."

"Will you try to fuck Harold without my permission?" Gloria's eyes opened wide. "Never Mistress! I would never fuck anyone without your permission."

Cynthia gave Gloria a tongue-teasing kiss. And Gloria gave it back to her just as lustily. "Cum sweetie! Cum for Mistress!" Gloria began to work her sweet pussy up and down at a frantic pace. Suddenly she screamed and Harold felt her crème gush all over his balls. Gloria rolled off of Harold. Surprisingly, Harold had been able to hold back from cumming himself. And Cynthia couldn't resist bending her head and sucking his dick clean. Then she proceeded to lick his balls until they were clean also. "Mmmmm! I love the way that juicy girl taste." Harold watched as Cynthia crawled over to Gloria. She licked the still moaning girl until Gloria had another big orgasm. Then she sat up and sipped her drink like nothing had happened.

"Gloria! Why don't you go and take a slow shower. And don't forget to give that pussy a good douche. You know that Mistress likes the sweet clean taste of fresh washed pussy." Gloria kissed Cynthia, and then she kissed Harold. "Don't let Mistress wear you out lover! I'm just getting started." Cynthia playfully slapped Gloria on her ass. Then with a bounce, the young woman was off the bed and walking thru the door. Cynthia looked at Harold to see what reaction he would have. When he just smiled at her and sipped his drink, she smiled back. "Where was I? Oh, I remember. Gloria was shocked at my offer of sex for her education. But I am not a dumb woman. I had her investigated.

Gloria, like I told you, enjoyed sex very much. In fact, she enjoyed it with men and women, young and old. Sometimes she enjoyed it with just one partner. But many times she was the center of a full course dinner, if you know what I mean? So enjoying it with an older white woman was nothing new to her. But I'll tell you something young man. I may seem old but I still enjoy sex more than the average woman does. Well, I can tell you that by the time Monday came around, the poor girl was drained. After that, she came to visit me about twice a month. Then it was every week. But I insisted that she maintain excellent grades. Gloria gets a sexual thrill calling me Mistress when we fuck.

After college, she graduated with two Master's Degrees you know. She started working for me. When you started working for me, she wanted to fuck you so bad. I had to absolutely forbid her to do it, until I gave her permission. Well Harold, now you know the tale of Gloria. But I asked you here to discuss another matter. You are an executive now. But the new position has a few strings attached. The first thing is that even though you are going to get a big pay raise, you will only get half your money. You see," she paused and smiled "all those papers that Gloria had you signing included a management contract. You agree to allow the corporation to withhold half your wages for the next five years. If you leave for any reason that the Board does not deem necessary, you only get half of your withholdings."




Eleven Inch Harold Ch. 3



Harold looked at the woman but didn't say a word. She watched him as he sipped his drink. "I'm not stupid enough to give out big salaries and then let some young fool walk off after I have spent time and money training him." Harold sipped his drink. "Cynthia! I've made more money in the last few months, than I made in a year on other jobs. You don't have to worry about my leaving for something better. Besides, I love the fringe benefits." Cynthia looked at Harold. "No Harold. You don't understand. The people I pay those big salaries to don't just work for me. I own them. Just like I own Gloria." Harold smiled as he sipped his drink. "I'm not gonna call you Mistress, no matter how much money you pay me. But like I said, I make enough money to be comfortable."

Gloria took a big swallow from her glass. Then she bent over and captured Harold's dick in her mouth. The ice cubes in her mouth made him shiver. But didn't stop his dick from getting nice and hard. Gloria sucked him for a bit, then opened her mouth and sat up. "I really like it up my ass. And don't worry, you don't have to be gentle." With that, she got up on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Harold got up from the bed and walked over behind her. Her soft white ass looked good. And when Harold spread her cheeks, he could see that she had been fucked in her ass a lot. She didn't have the tight puckered ring most people have. Stroking his dick, Harold rubbed it up and down her crack. She reached over and handed him some ointment. 

Harold lubed his dick and smeared a good portion around her hole. Then he placed the tip at her opening. Cynthia turned her head and looked back at him. "Make it hard, fast and talk dirty to me. And don't stop until I tell you to." Harold looked down at the contrast of his blackness against her whiteness. "Ok, you freaky old bitch! You want Harold's 11 inches up your white ass?" With a lunge, Harold buried half his length in her. He pulled back only to ram more hard meat up her chute." Cynthia screamed as he fucked her. And fuck her he did! Just like she wanted. "Take it you nasty slut! Take my big black dick up your white ass! I'm gonna fuck you till you bleed! Then, I'm gonna fuck that bitch Gloria again. Maybe she'll come out and clean this ass when I finish fucking it?"

Cynthia rocked against his rhythm making him sink even deeper into her soft white asshole. "Yes, you black stallion! Fuck me with that horse dick! Fuck this white slut! I own you, and you will fuck me whenever I want it. Just like Gloria does. Harder! Faster! Oh shit! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Harold looked up and saw that Gloria was standing next to him. "Fuck her baby! Tear her white asshole open. She wants it bad. She would make me fuck her so hard while she talked about you." Cynthia was screaming to the top of her lungs. And yet she kept slamming her white ass back at him for more. And Harold loved the feel of her soft ass beneath him.

Cynthia was lying on her stomach, making soft moaning sounds. Gloria, on her knees, with her benefactor's ass cheeks spread, was slowly licking her white asshole. Trying to sooth the pain she knew the woman felt. Harold sat in the big armchair, his dick deflated. He had been worked hard before, but never as hard as the old white woman had worked him. No woman ever took him the way she did. Now he knew how she had worn Gloria out. Cynthia turned and looked at him. The smile on her face told him that he had indeed satisfied her. "Oh Harold! No one, not even Gloria, ever fucked me that hard. Now I think Gloria deserves to enjoy you for the rest of the night. Tomorrow I will tell you of the next assignment I have for you. And this time it includes Gloria also.

That night the mansion rang with the grunting of Harold, and the screams of Gloria. When Mrs. Penworth opened the door to look in on them the next morning, she smiled at the sight she saw. Gloria had fallen asleep with her ass in the air. And there was a stream of white cum still oozing from her puckered hole. Harold lay on his back. Even soft, he still had an impressive tool. Gloria wished that she could just walk in and suck him awake, but she didn't. Instead, she silently closed the door and walked back to her own bedroom. When the door closed, Harold opened his eyes. He had seen Mrs. Penworth open the door and look in on them. He saw the hunger in her eyes as she looked at his soft dick.

Getting up he put on his robe. Then he walked down the hall to Cynthia's bedroom. Knocking softly, he waited for her to bid him enter. Cynthia lay with just the sheet pulled up over her. Harold could see her sheer nightgown covering her ponderous tits. Cynthia smiled at him. "Well young man, I hope that you enjoyed Gloria last night?" Harold smiled, as she patted the bed beside her. Harold sat down. "I saw you at the door. I saw the way you looked at me. I wanted to please you, the way you pleased me. Would you like that, Cynthia?" Harold slowly pulled the sheet down. Then he lay between her white thighs. Cynthia sighed as Harold slowly ate her to one climax after another. When Gloria woke up, she found the two of them sitting in Cynthia's room enjoying coffee. 

Gloria was a bit confused, as she sat where Cynthia indicated. Up until last night, she was the only one that Mistress had taken to her bed. And yet, here was Harold sitting along side her as if he belonged. Seeing the look on Gloria's face caused Cynthia to laugh. "Oh my sweet baby! Mistress is not replacing you or pushing you aside for this", Gloria reached across and stroked Harold's soft dick, "monster cock." But Gloria had never had to even think about sharing her older lover with anyone. And her jealousy was showing. Cynthia's voice grew cold and hard. 

"Who owns you bitch!" her white hand shot forth faster than Harold would have expected and she had Gloria's head bent down while grasping her hair. "You do, Mistress! I belong to you." Cynthia let her hair go and brought Gloria's face close to hers. She kissed the young black woman with soft tenderness. "You will always belong to me, kitten! So don't get my pussy in an uproar over nothing! Otherwise, I will have you stripped, whipped and raped by more men then even you could imagine." Harold watched the interplay between these two. There was no doubt in his mind that Cynthia meant every word. And the blatant fear, which showed on Gloria's face, said that she fully understood the threat.

Cynthia got up from the bed, her gown flowing behind her as she walked. She poured three cups of coffee and returned to the bed. When Harold and Gloria had taken their cups, she took hers and sat before them. "Now! The next assignment that I have will take both of you to accomplish. The couple that you will be entertaining is rich, intelligent and they are both Bi-sexual. But they have a company that has technology that we desperately need." Gloria turned to Harold, as he sat looking at her with rapt attention. "I know that Gloria has no problem enjoying a woman. Do you think that you will have a problem satisfying another man?"

Harold looked at his employer. He had never fucked or been fucked by another man. And he didn't want to be start now. "Look! Cynthia! I ain't no faggot!" Cynthia started to laugh. Her laughter became almost hysterical. Then she stopped, with a suddenness that caught them all by surprise. "You will fuck who I tell you to and act like you enjoy it even if it makes you sick. I do make myself clear, don't I?" Harold looked from Cynthia to Gloria. Then he shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Does he fuck me or am I expected to fuck him?" 

Cynthia laughed, seeing the change in Harold's attitude. "You will be expected to fuck him. And taking that monster up his tight, white, asshole should have him walking funny for a week. But his wife will want to strap on a cock and fuck you while you're doing it." When Harold stated, Cynthia laughed even harder. "Oh, it gets better. Gloria will be fucking her while she fucks you and you fuck her husband. Oh and by the way! The bonus on this one will be $25,000. That's each! So make me proud of both of you. The fun will take place at their summerhouse in the mountains. Now I have some work to get done. The two of you may enjoy each other. Then leave and have a good day." With that Cynthia turned and walked out of the room. Harold looked at Gloria as the young black woman slipped off her gown and licked her lips.