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Intern

By: hammertime



John was so deep in thought that he almost ran a traffic light on the way to work. Today he was to have a six-month evaluation meeting with his boss. Although he didn't think he had anything to worry about it still bothered him that he could go one of two ways after today. If his boss liked his work then he would be fixed for years to come. If he didn't he would be out on the street looking for a job. It was enough to cause him to lose sleep.

John was right out of law school and recently married to Gail, his high school sweetheart. He was also buried in student loans he had to borrow to finish law school even though Gail had worked to help him through school. He wasn't the brightest in his class but he did make decent grades. The job offers weren't just pouring in and he was lucky to finally get a call from a law firm in Alabama.

He and Gail were invited down for an interview. He thought it was strange that they insisted that Gail come with him on the interview. He sure wasn't going to complain, he needed the job badly.

He had looked them up on the Internet and found that it was a black owned firm but most of the lawyers were white. It wasn't the type firm he had hoped to hook up with but it was his best shot at landing a job. 

The owner of the firm interviewed him personally. Martin, he asked to be called by his first name, was very friendly and made both John and Gail feel very welcome.

He was in his forties but didn't look nearly that old. His head was slick as an onion and his skin was coal black. It was easy to tell that he worked out regularly at the gym on the upper floor. His eyes were as black as the rest of him and they seem to look right through you. He made Gail nervous when they first met. He pulled the tiny blond to him and hugged her like long lost friends. 

John felt uneasy when he hugged Gail but it quickly passed when he turned to him with a big smile and firm handshake.

Martin pulled out John's application and a folder he had on him. He had done his homework. He knew as much about John as there was to know. 

"Lets see? Just graduated, middle of the class, Married to childhood sweetheart, and deep in debt. Does that sound about right?"

John could only nod. He could feel his last chance going down the drain. He quickly perked up when Martin continued to speak.

"I believe in giving a young lawyer a chance to prove what he can do. I have six lawyers working for the firm now. I have added one each year for the last six years. I have hired others but they didn't turn out. I believe in the firm being like a family. We are all in this together. You don't make it, it cost all of us."

"We work together and we party together. We also share the financial rewards together. Over there on the wall is a company picture of the others and their wives."

Gail and John moved over to see the picture he was speaking of. Five of the six lawyers were white the other was a black man. Beside each man was his wife. The five white men's wives were all small beautiful blonds, a slightly older group than Gail but just as beautiful. The black wife was a light skinned beauty that caught John's eye at once. The final couple in the picture was Martin and another beautiful black lady.

Martin spoke up. "You can see that we are one big happy family." He was looking at Gail when he said, "You could be another beautiful addition to the group."

In spite of their misgivings they left that afternoon with John a new job. He had a six figure salary, double what he had even hope for to start. Some partners in other firms didn't make this kind of salary. 

All doubts aside by the time they reached home they were more than happy to have the job. John was even happier than Gail to have the opportunity. Her misgiving came when one of the lawyers took John to show him around the offices and introduced him to the others.

When he left the room Martin motioned for her to join him. He stood before the picture on the wall. Gail moved up beside him. As if he had known her for years instead of just a couple of hours he laid his arm across her shoulders. The weight of his arm pulled her closer to him until she was against his side. His hand was caressing her bare arm.

He spoke, "You see the wives in these pictures? They all have two things in common. One, they are all beautiful. Two, they will do anything to help their husbands succeed at his job. In return they drive the newest cars, live in the nicest houses, and have plenty of money to throw around. I should have said three things. Three, they love the life they live. I hope I can count on you being just as helpful as they are."

Gail could feel the heat from his body where she was touching him. His hand had not stopped moving over her bare arm and it cause her to have a funny feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. 

She had been a virgin when they married as well as John. Sex was now very good for both of them. It hadn't started out that way but the year they had been married practice had really improved their sex life. She couldn't help but feel that Martin wasn't telling her the complete story. His very masculinity was having an effect on her that had never happened to her before. It didn't help any that when John and her left his office He shook John's hands and gave her another huge hug that lasted slightly longer than she thought appropriate.

John hated to go into Martin's office. The meeting was scheduled just before quitting time so he had all day to worry about it. He set at his desk and thought about the last six months. He couldn't think of anything that he had done that might cause him to lose his job. 

He had grown accustom to the nice salary. The loans were up to date and if he was hired permanently he could have them paid off in a year. Then he and Gail would be on easy street. 

He and Gail like being around the others. There was a party at one or the others homes nearly every weekend. Nothing was ever said to them but he and Gail felt like the party really started when they called it a night. All the men were more than a little touchy with the other wives. He didn't see any of the other husbands or the wives either object. He would have liked to ask one of the other lawyers what was going on but he didn't feel that close to any of them yet.

At 3:00 he knocked on Martin's door. All the others had gone home. Martin called out for him to come on in. "Shut the door behind you." He motioned John to a chair in front of his desk.

"John, your six months are up. It is time to make a decision that will fix you for life or put you out looking for work. Your work here has been quite satisfactory so I guess it is your decision to stay or go."

John couldn't believe it had been this easy. "Of course I want to stay!"

Martin spoke up again. "Don't be to hasty. If you stay there will be a lot of changes."

John looked strange, "What kind of changes?"

"John, there is no need to beat around the bush. If you want to stay employed here I want to sleep with Gail."

"WHAT!!"

"You heard me, I want to fuck your wife."

John was out of his seat at once. "You have to be out of your mind!" He headed for the door.

Martin's voice stopped him. "John! If you go out that door you can keep on going. Why don't you come back and have a seat and think about this a moment?"

"I don't have to think about it. No way would Gail ever do this even if I would let her."

"John, look at that picture on the wall of the firm. Every body in that picture fucks around. Do you see any of them that doesn't look pleased with the life they are living?"

John looked again at the pictured he had seen before. "All of them?"

"Every single one of them; wives and husbands, even Nina," Martin's wife. 

John fell back in the chair. "Have you been planning this all the time?"

"From the first interview. It has been hard to wait. Your wife is such a sexy woman. I can't wait to get between her legs."

"That will never happen. I am the only man she has ever been with. She would never do it with you."

"Why? Because I am black?"

John didn't want to answer him but that was the main reason. Back home She had never been involved with blacks at all. She had told John how nervous she felt when Martin would touch her.

"Don't you worry about that? I have a way with little blonds."

"I could never ask Gail to do this. What would she think of me if I went home and told her she had to fuck all the men in the office?"

"I understand the problem you have. You are not the first one that couldn't face his wife and ask her to fuck the boss."

"I don't know. I need time to think about this and talk to Gail."

"What are you going to talk to her about? You don't have the nerve to mention it to her. No, you have to make that decision right now. When you go out that door you will either have a job or start looking."

"What if I agree but Gail won't go through with it?"

"You just leave that up to me. All you have to do is stay out of my way. If she never gives in then you still have the job."

John was so sure that Gail wouldn't give in that it was easier for him to agree to give Martin the opportunity with Gail. "I need this job. Gail and I need this job. You will come up empty."

"That is a chance I feel is worth taking. Welcome to the firm full time. Oh, don't forget, there are seven other wives that would like to help you get over Gail."

John stood to go. "I'll see you in the morning. When are you going to talk to Gail?"

"I'm not going to talk to her at all. I am going to fuck her. You are not to go home tonight. I will go tell Gail that you had to go out of town over night and didn't have time to call her."

"Where am I to spend the night?"

"Nina is expecting you. She wants you as much as I want Gail. Just go on over to my house for the night. I can guaranty you that you want be sleeping alone."

They left the office together. John turned towards Martins house and Martin headed to Gail's. John watched the rear of Martin's car until it was out of sight. He was tempted to turn around and go home to Gail and start packing. He thought about the beautiful black woman that waited on the other side of town. It couldn't be all bad if he got to fuck her. He gave the car gas and tried not to think about Martin and Gail. He hoped she would say no.

Gail wouldn't be the first white wife Martin had to convince to have sex with him. He like fucking the young blond wives of his workers. He was big in a lot of places that really counted. Once he had them in bed it was easy to convince them to joint the rest of the group. Of course that would be after he had all he wanted from them before letting the other men have her. With Gail he thought it was going to take a long time before he grew tired of her. He liked them young and inonse

The doorbell rang as Gail was getting the dinner out of the oven. She had cooked a special dinner for John. She just knew that he was going to keep his job. It was time for John to be home and she wondered who could be at the door. 

She looked sharp as she went to answer the door. A new dress that hugged her sexy figure only came about four inches above the knees with a slit in the side that reached almost to her thigh. The top was low cut and she couldn't wear a bra with it. She knew she looked good and wanted to please John. Just a little leaning either way and he would get a look at a lot of tit.

Gail opened the door to see Martin standing on the porch. "Martin! What a surprise. John hasn't got home yet; he should be here in a moment. Want you come on in and wait for him?"

Martin walked through the door and shut it behind him. He looked at Gail and the new dress. He could feel his cock getting hard just thinking of stripping the dress from her. "Wow, you sure look good in that dress. John is a lucky man."

Gail blushed. She would never have worn the dress if she had thought anyone else might come by. All she could say was thank you. Still she liked the look in his eyes that said she really did look sharp in the dress. Like all women she felt flattered by his attention. The feeling came deep in her stomach each time she was around this black man.

"Come on back into the kitchen while I get dinner on the table. John should be here by then."

He followed her into the kitchen. He watched each move of her sexy ass as she moved in front of him. He was going to enjoy fucking this sexy white wife. "That is why I came by. I had to send John out of town at the last minute. I told him I would stop by and let you know. The client was in a hurry and he didn't have time to call."

Gail couldn't hide her disappointment. Then it occurred to her that if he was sent out of town then he must have got the job. "He got the job then?"

"Yes, at least it is up to you."

"Why me? I sure wanted him to get the job."

"I explained to John that some major changes would have to be made if he wanted to stay. He wasn't very agreeable at first but he finally decided to let you make the decision."

"What changes?"

"I explained to you at the interview that we are a close group. I am sure you might have seen a few things that let you think some might be closer than normal. If you and John stay you will be expected to joint that group."

Gail had seen several of the women kissing and flirting with other men and wondered what might be going on. She and John had even talked about it before. Now she was expected to make the decision without even talking to him.

She could feel her face turning red. "In other words, we join the group are we hit the road?"

"That is way it is."

"The hell with you and your group. I am not going to fuck all the others just so John can keep his job! What was he thinking about?"

"I think he was thinking about all the other wives he could have, just like I was thinking about having you."

Gail had thought about the other lawyers but she hadn't thought about Martin. She had never had more than a hug from a black man and now he was telling her he wanted to fuck her. A mental picture of her covered by his huge black body flashed through her mind. He would smother her small body with is huge one. John was but 5' 10" and only weighted 170. Martin must be over 250 pounds and she only came up to under his arm with her five-foot body.

Martin could see the thoughts racing through her head. He knew that it was him she was now thinking about. "You know, you just might like it." He moved towards her.

Gail saw the moved and backed away from him. The cabinet stopped her from moving farther away. He could see the fear in her eyes as he moved closer.

"Don't be afraid of me. I am not going to hurt you." He brought his hand up and let the back of his hand touch her cheek. "See, the black didn't come off on you."

The look in his eyes told her that she was at his mercy. "Please Martin, don't hurt me."

"Honey, that is the farthest thing from my mind. I want to make you feel good. Better than you have ever felt before." All the time he was talking he was moving closer until his body was pressed against hers. She didn't have anywhere to run. He could feel her shaking against him. He liked the idea of the total control he had over her.

He reached down and lifted her face. With his finger tilting her face upwards he leaned forward and kissed her. She tried to turn away but his hand kept her mouth turned to his. He let is tongue touch across her close mouth and felt her tremble again. He wasn't sure if it was still fear or desire she was starting to feel.

Gail felt his lips covering hers. Her first kiss by a black man and it wasn't as bad as she had thought. His lips were big and soft as he again touched them to hers. It actually felt good to her. Then his tongue pushed against her closed mouth with enough force to make her open her mouth to him.

His tongue was big and thick as he worked her mouth over with it. She felt like it was half way down her throat before he pushed it against her tongue and she found her tongue pushing back. A moan started deep in her throat that she could not help or stop.

Martin heard her and knew that she wasn't going to be the one to say no. As he continued to kiss her he took his hand away from her chin but she didn't try to pull away. Her eyes were closed as his hands dropped to her waist and pulled her tiny body even closer to his. His hard cock was pressing against her stomach.

Gail felt his cock move against her body. How big was he? She didn't have much time to think. His kiss went on and on with her answering him tongue for tongue. She wasn't sure when her arms went up to pull his mouth closer to her. 

Martin's hands pulled the straps from her shoulders and the dress dropped down where he could pull it down to her waist. The pretty blond wife was naked to the waist. Her tits were firm and full as his hands went all over them. He had her nipples hard from the stroking and pulling he did on the nipples.

His hips were working back and forth against her stomach. He could tell that she was his to do what ever he wanted. He broke the kiss. Reaching down he picked her up and headed out of the kitchen with her in his arms. "Where is your bedroom?"

Gail knew she had loss the battle and didn't know why she didn't resist more. She pointed to the back of the house to the guest room.

"I don't want the guest room. Where is your bedroom? I want to fuck you in your bed. When you get up tomorrow I want you to know that you have just been fucked in your own bed and that you are not being forced." She pointed to another door and he moved through and lay her down in the middle of the bed.

As she moved back on the bed he finished the job he started in the kitchen when her dress and panties landed in a pile on the bedroom floor. She was completely naked on the bed before him. The feeling in her stomach had grown to feel more like a knot as she watched the huge black man standing above her. She wanted to run but knew she didn't have anywhere to go. 

If she ran then John was out of a job and they would be out on the street with nowhere to go. She couldn't see John agreeing to this if there was any other choice. She wished that they could have at least talked it over. 

Her other thought was what it would be like to be with this huge black man. She just knew that he would hurt her. John was her one and only and now she was about to be taken by another man and her husband knew about it. That thought was the final straw that lead to her not making a move to leave the bed. That and her eyes had not left Martin as he was undressing.

He was naked except for his boxer shorts when she looked up to see his eyes on her. She blushed when she realized that she had been staring at him. She turned her head from him and shut her eyes.

"Don't look away. I like what I see and there is no reason you should not like what you are about to have." She turned back just as he pushed his boxers down and his huge black cock spring up.

Gail gasped as he came into complete view. He was bigger than any man she had ever seen even in the few porn movies she and her girlfriend use to watch during sleep over. Fear came into her eyes at the same time the feeling in her stomach moved to her cunt. She could feel her pussy getting wet just looking at such a huge cock. She had thought John was big and he was about the same length as Martin but Martin must have been at least twice as large in girth.

"You don't really expect to put that thing in me?"

"Not only am I going to put this in you but you are going to love it before the night is over." He moved up on the bed and she slid away from him. He reached for her tan legs and pulled her tiny body back to him as if she had no resistance at all. 

He was on his knees on the bed as he pulled her back to him. Once he was between her legs he let her legs go. Her pussy was open to his eyes and he looked down at the beautiful blond prize he had waited six months to claim. He could see the moisture already gathering on her cunt lips and the dew it made on her fine blond hair. 


Intern Affair



Feeling the last of the pulsations flow through his cock, the last bit of cum draining deep into Tonnie and the inevitable shrinking of his manhood he couldn't help but think, "I've failed her again." As he caught his breath, his cock slipped out of her wet, unsatisfied cunt and he groans, "I'm sorry Tonnie."

Sliding off him, she quickly straddles his thigh whispering, "It's okay, I'll just finish here." She begins pushing her pussy against his thigh, lubricated by his cum as it oozed from her.

"Fuck," he thought to himself, "I fail her and she doesn't even realize it." Not sure if that was a good or bad thing, he reached up and cupped her tiny breasts, one in each hand. Using his thumbs to tease her nipples, he tried to speed her orgasm, since her grinding was now beginning to make his leg ache.

Finally, she cried out, "Oh yes, yes... ahh," ending with a feral growl and collapsing down onto him. Remaining still while she recovered, he could feel the cum running down his thigh and undoubtedly onto the bed sheets. They started on a towel, but her move onto his thigh moved the mess onto the bed.

"I just love lying in your arms like this," she said. "Let's just spend the whole afternoon here."

Wondering if she had left a bruise on his thigh, he merely groaned in response, hoping the feeling would come back to his foot so he could get up. Letting his young lover relax on him he pondered his situation. When he first started seeing her, she was fresh out of college, working at the company as an intern. As his business lunches with the group of interns slowly migrated to lunch with just her, he promoted her to be his personal assistant.

That soon progressed as lunches became small outings as he took her to some of the art galleries in the area, all in the interest in her professional development. Although he never tried to seduce her or anything during this time, they did get closer on a personal basis, discussing increasingly personal details of their lives.

In the course of her development, she learned of his disastrous sexless marriage. Granted his extra-marital dalliances in the past basically created the situation, but he was cautious about the real dirty details, letting Tonnie think the problem was all because of his wife. 

While divulging a one-sided look into his private life, he was rewarded with some interesting details about his young associate. The one that interested him the most was that she was still a virgin. Remembering his younger years, he had never had a chance to deflower any of the girls he slept with; most of them had been more experienced than he had. Even his wife, he learned years after he married her, had much more experience than he did, even then.

The thought of introducing sex to a young woman, guiding her on a journey of sexual enlightenment intrigued him. Here was a chance to be the teacher, the one to introduce her to all the possibilities her young body held inside. He began putting together a plan to initiate sexual contact with her.

It was only a short time later that an opportunity presented itself. A convention in Atlanta would give him the perfect set of circumstances to seduce his protégé. It was not unusual for assistants to travel with their bosses on sales trips and conventions, so he scheduled Tonnie to make the trip with him.

This trip was her first business trip, so he got a real kick out of her exuberance during their ride to the airport and the wait at the terminal. She was a non-stop blur of energy, as she checked their email, made a few business calls, chased down some coffee for the both of them and then generally just barraging him with non-stop questions about the convention.

He just took it all in, hoping that this excitement would carry over into the bedroom. When they arrived at the hotel, she didn't have any problems when they suddenly discovered her reservation was strangely "lost" and she'd have to stay in his suite in an adjoining bedroom instead of having a room to herself.

"This will work out well, if you need anything I'll be right there," she said, "Much more convenient than if I was in another room."

From that point onward the seduction was on, as he took her to a romantic dinner at the posh roof level restaurant in the hotel, making sure she had plenty of wine. Afterwards, they visited the jazz club downstairs where he danced with her a bit, and basically treated her like a princess all night long.

They returned to the room a bit before midnight, but before she could head to her room he held her hand and pulled her closer to him. Gently brushing her brunette hair back from her eyes, he slowly tilted his head and softly kissed her lips, pausing there long enough so it was clear what the kiss was about.

Pulling back from her, he gazed into her eyes and seeing she was receptive, he leaned in and kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue in between her lips and toying with her tongue. He drew her against him and continued to kiss her, letting her feel his erection grow against her.

After a few moments he reached up under her hair, unhooked her dress and began moving the zipper downward. She was motionless, letting him carefully remove her dress and arrange it over the chair. He quickly pulled off his clothes, while she stood silently, watching his every move, her eyes locking on his hard cock as he pulled off his underwear.

As he moved toward her, she continued staring at his cock and said, "I've never..."

Touching two fingers to her lips he whispered, "Shhh... I know. I'll be gentle."

He stepped into the restroom and came back with a towel and condom. Placing the towel on the bed, he then tore open the wrapper so the condom was readily available and placed it on the edge of the towel.

She had already reached behind herself, removed her bra and then slipped out of her panty hose, finally standing before him in only a lace panty. He guided her backwards to the edge of the bed, where he kneeled on the floor and daintily removed her panties, watching her sit on the towel as she stepped out of them.

He paused a moment to look over this young woman. She was not the most attractive of his recent conquests, but her innocence more than made up for the minor deficiencies. Her breasts were not large, and the nipples and areola were just a faint pink, almost indistinguishable from the color of the rest of her breasts. The nipples did stiffen up nicely, looking almost something that could poke out an eye. 

Noticing her shivering a bit, he leaned forward, opening her knees and sliding between them, so he could reach around her waist and hold her. "It's okay, we'll go slowly," he assured her, kissing her belly and then descending through her curly triangle of hair to her pussy. Just the thought of slipping his tongue inside her and tasting her fresh cunt had him feeling a bit dizzy, but he continued pushing his tongue deep inside her.

He could hear her breathing hard as he reached his hands up to her breasts and pushed her back, so she could lie on the bed. Sliding his tongue up the length of her slit he found her clit and slowly ran his tongue in tiny circles over it while moving his hand back down between her legs. Carefully working a finger inside her, he moved it up against the top of her cunt trying to stretch her hymen a bit.

Wanting to open her up as much as he could before penetrating her with his cock, he continued working two fingers in and out of her as he kept his tongue working on her clit. It wasn't evident if his fingers were causing any pain and in a few moments more, he could feel her lift her hips in unison with her fingers. She came quickly and noisily, crying out something he couldn't decipher. Leaving his fingers inside her, he felt her pulsate around them, moaning the entire time.

"Oh God," she groaned, "I've never felt like that."

"Is that the first time..."

"Oh no, I've come before, once even with a boyfriend, but it was nothing like that."

"Did he use his mouth on you?" he asked.

"No, he just fingered me. It was nothing like this."

Sensing it was time to go a step further he climbed up on the bed, kneeling between her widespread legs and asking, "Are you ready to try a little more." 

"Okay," she replied tentatively.

He reached and pulled the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it down over his cock. "If it hurts too much tell me and I'll stop," he whispered in her ear as he moved his cock against her pussy. "Pull your lips open a bit and guide it in," he continued.

Feeling her fingers take him, he leaned closer, slowly easing himself into her opening. He pushed a bit and then felt a tightness inside her cunt. Pausing a moment, he took a breath and pushed harder, feeling resistance and then a sudden release as he entered her to the hilt. 

"Ohhh...," she whimpered.

He paused, looking into her face. A tear had collected at the corner of an eye and he moved his mouth to her and kissed it, tasting the salty liquid. Slowly withdrawing, he noticed her wince just as the head passed what remained of the hymen. He then moved forward, thrusting back into her. He continued, slowly increasing his pace, noticing her begin to feel something more than the pain. Soon she moved beneath him, seeming to enjoy what they were doing.

Though he wanted to make her come that way, he knew she probably wouldn't this time, so he let himself go, feeling the sensations of her pussy on him and just thinking of how he was the first man inside her inspired him. Even wearing the condom, with a few more thrusts he felt the intense pleasure roll down his shaft and he spurted his cum into the condom, his cock buried deep inside her.

Recovering from it all he looked back at her face and noticed she was silently crying. He immediately held her head between his hands and said, "Oh no, does it hurt that much?"

"No, no. It hurt a little, it's just, it's just... well, what we... my first...."

"Shhh... it was so beautiful," he said kissing her lightly on the lips and then kissing her face all over, collecting the tears as he went. Withdrawing from her, he carefully removed the condom and laid it on the towel. There was some blood, but not a lot, all caught in the towel.

Looking back on it all, it was a beautiful thing, he thought, trying to wiggle out from the now sleeping woman. He was finally getting some feeling back in his foot after her humping his thigh and he wanted to limp off the pain.

"Hmmm, you awake?" she asked.

"Yeah, go back to sleep," he whispered, still trying to wrestle from beneath her.

"You didn't even fall asleep did you?"

"No, I was just thinking," he answered.

"About what?"

"I was thinking about that first time, our first time... your first time."

"Oh yes," she said, kissing him passionately on the lips, coming up for air she continued, "You know how much that turns me on: you thinking about that?"

Her hand grabbed his cock, but seeing it still wouldn't be ready for a while, she changed her plan, getting up on her hands and knees and tossing one leg over his head and lowering her pussy onto his face. "Damn," he thought, "this girl's gonna kill me." He turned his head and took a deep breath before moving back and plunging his tongue into her recently fucked pussy, thinking about the virgin taste of her just a few months before.

Fighting her for each breath as she ground herself on his mouth, he wondered what it might be like with a more mature woman, where you could just have sex once and then go to sleep. He thought to himself, "Somehow I've got to figure a way to get out before she kills me. I've got to figure a way to leave..."

She ground her pussy onto his face, her juices wetting him thoroughly. Trying to concentrate on her clit, her movements took over and soon she was basically grinding over his face much like she did to his leg. All he could do was fight to catch a breath here and there between her thrusts. Thankfully in just a few more moments her heard her loudly exclaim, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Climbing off of him, she noticed him panting, trying to catch his breath. Kissing his face she exclaimed, "I love it that this turns you on so, look at how you're breathing."

"Yeah, it's so exciting," was all he could say, wondering how much longer he could take all this. 



Intern-al Damage



Pam was our office intern one spring, and until summer rolled around, I scarcely gave her a second look. I mean, she was a nice kid and all (I say kid...she was 25 or so, but I'm 45, so to me, she's a kid), but not all that hot looking. She had a fairly decent face, nothing special, wild brown hair and a nice smile, but she always wore baggy clothes so I couldn't really get a handle on what her figure was like. And besides, in the '90s politically correct office atmosphere, even if a girl has a drop-dead gorgeous body, woe be you and your company's liability insurance should you dare take notice.

Then the weather got warm and Pam shattered my existence. It's that simple. I came in one day and saw her sitting at her desk in a sleeveless t-top, and around her legs she had the sweater she always left around the office. The air-conditioning had kicked in and it was always chilly in there when that happened.

I sat across from her at my desk, and when she reached over for something on hers, she popped this insanely sexy triceps shot, a nice dent in the back of her upper arm that showed she'd been working out. My eyes widened and my cock gave a little tug in my pants when she reached under the desk for something and the biceps of that arm rolled under her tight, white skin. And I actually let out a little animal sound and my dick went into full alert when she lifted up the sweater to scratch one of the most muscular calves I've ever seen in my life.

I couldn't believe me eyes, as she lowered the sweater over that leg. This was a woman who just had a baby six months before, in better shape than most woman at any time in their lives. It got worse as the weather got warmer and she took to wearing those sleeveless tops, and especially these little short skirts that showed off her incredible legs. Pam had always told me she was a top track star in high school and still loved to run, and it showed. 

Her legs were white (she never tanned, she said, afraid of the cancer risk), creamy and ruggedly muscled, thick balls of meat rippling above slender ankles and these long, lean and downright dangerous looking thighs that were always etched in muscle, on top, at the sides, in the back, even if she was just sitting there doing nothing. She had a hard-lined tomboy's body, is the best way to describe it. She'd walk around with this ungainly, almost manly gait, that was not at all feminine, a wide-legged sort of walk that on her, was incredibly sexy.

One day it got to me in a big way as she sat talking on the phone, playing with her hair with one hand, the muscles in her biceps bulging, the sinew in her forearm flowing sexily under her tight skin. She had her right leg crossed over the left, pushing her already short denim skirt up higher on her thick thighs, a crevice of muscular separation running down the side. 

And as she was bouncing that top leg off the bottom, she'd curl her toes on the bottom foot, rocking up her calf meat above the short white sock she wore. She was driving me fucking stark raving mad, and I had to say something. During a break in the cafeteria later, I had my chance as we both stood near the back wall, away from everyone else.

"Pam, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but for a woman who just had a baby a few months ago, you look incredible," I said admiringly. "I mean it, whatever you're doing to stay in shape, keep doing it."

Pam smiled a wide smile. She liked the compliment, I could tell. She thanked me, as I expected. But what she said next I never expected in a million years.

"Yeah, my legs are getting back to the way they were before," she said, rolling her right foot up on its toes, popping a calf flex that rolled up the muscle on that sexy white lower leg. "Of course, Roger my husband isn't all that nuts about it, since his neck was just about healed from the last time we wrestled."

My cock twitched. I had to pursue this.

"Wr...wrestled?" I asked. "You and Roger wrestle? Seriously?"

Pam smiled, that wide, innocent smile.

"Yeah, we wrestle.... well I wrestle, mostly Roger suffers," she said, rocking that calf in an almost subconscious rhythm.

"Suffers, how?" I asked. I had no idea, but the curiosity was killing me.

"IN my headscissors," she said matter of factly. "I have killer legs."

I found it hard to breathe. And I found it just plain hard: My cock swooped up high and hard in my pants and I had to bend over a bit to hide it.

"Killer legs?" I asked. "Headscissors? I'm not sure I follow."

"It's simple, really," Pam said by way of casual explanation of how she nearly decapitates her husband every time she wrestles him. "I have very strong legs, and when you use your legs to squeeze someone's head, it's a headscissors, you use your legs like scissors. Well, my headscissors really hurt Roger, sometimes I knock him out. I can't help it, I'm very competitive and kinda get carried away."

I was dumbfounded. Here was this young woman, very athletic to be sure, but looking all the world like a rather average young mother, telling me how she knocks her husband out in her legs.

"And...he lets you?"

"Well, no, not really, but he has no choice I just like to rassle around, you know what I mean," she said, flashing that wide smile at me. 

"Trouble is, I hurt his neck and that keeps us from wrestling. Well not really, I still get him in bodyscissors, but then again, I bust his ribs every so often. I guess I don't know when to stop sometimes!"

My head was reeling.

"Poor Roger," I said, my mouth dry. "So what do you do if you can't beat him up?"

Pam blushed and she looked away, then answered, "Well, sometimes I wrestle his friends, but even they don't like it anymore."

I looked down at those legs. Pammy saw me and laughed. "Hey, watch this," she said with a smile. "Guys seem to get a kick out of it."

She thrust her right leg out, which hiked up her short skirt even higher on her amazingly thick thigh. Then in a move that damn near made me cum in my pants, Pam started a violent wobble of the slab of muscle that was her quad, slapping it from side to side and then rocking the entire vibrating mass to a sudden snapping stop, punching a hard flex with such intensity, the force of soft tissue turning to stone actually created a distinct snapping sound as the muscle caused what can only be described as a miniature sonic boom. Her thigh thundered to a bulging stop.

"Funny huh?" she said, hands on hips, as she repeated the move with the other leg. "Roger calls it 'Pammy's thigh-quivering dance of death'! Isn't that a riot?"

She saw my open-mouthed stare and smiled. "They all get that way...I guess you're a leg man, huh?"

I couldn't answer, just nod, and stare at those legs. Pammy bit her lip as if debating whether to continue, then did: "Uh, would you maybe...tell me if I'm out of line, but would you maybe, like to, um, wrestle with me?"

My eyes bugged wide, going from her legs to her face, to her legs and up again. "I think I would...I'm not sure...I guess so....shit, Pammy, those legs..."

She smiled.

"Come on over around 7," she said, walking away on the bounce of her rocky calves. "And don't eat too much, I'd hate to squeeze it out of you."

I was at her house at 6:30. She laughed as Roger answered the door in a neck brace and walking with a limp. He shook his head at me.

"I can't believe you agreed to do this, I'm warning you, it won't be pretty," he said. "But come on in. No one believes her - or me - until it's too late."

Pammy was still dressed the way she was at the office and laughed as she stood before me doing the quivering thigh dance for me again. I whimpered. Roger sighed.

"Let's go, you two...or rather, let's go, Pammy," he said, leading the way to the basement.

There was a wide open area lined with mats in the cellar, and a makeshift wrestling ring built there. It was Roger who built it - at Pammy's request, she said, a few years ago. She climbed inside and beckoned me to follow.

"Gotta warn you, Paul, I, uh, might get carried away when I'm winning," she said innocently, looking at my confused face. "It's just that, well, beating up guys makes me...."

"Horny, it makes her horny," Roger said from the side. "She may end up using you for her own pleasure. She hopes you don't mind."

"Well, I don't, but do you?" I asked him.

He pointed to his neck and said, "What choice do I have?"

I was seriously reconsidering my options when suddenly I laying flat on my back on the mats, courtesy of a flying drop kick from Pammy. As I struggled to sit up, she vaulted over behind me and wasted no time in latching those thick thighs to my ears, pulling me back to embrace my face with a thunderous headscissors. She leaned up on her hands and yelled out a loud, "YEAH!" as she throbbed her thighs into my captured skull.

"Give up??" she screamed, the words I could barely make out so full of thigh were my ears. "Submit???"

I tried to talk but the inner pincers of Pammy's gripping thighs corded around the sides of my neck and pushed my windpipe close. I couldn't speak, couldn't whine, couldn't scream, couldn't beg for mercy - and she knew it. She lowered her butt to the mats and then rammed them up again, tearing her muscular thighs into my skull. Up and down she went, rippling her scissors on tighter and tighter until I felt the plates of my cranium grind against each other. My hands foolishly pawed at the socked juncture of her steely calves and then slipped away as I felt my consciousness leave me; Pammy had scissored me unconscious.

When I awoke, my ribs were burning. I looked down and saw those socked calves locked again, this time at my crotch, as Pam sat behind me encircling my lower ribs in her thighs for a brutal bodyscissors. She leaned back on her hands and punched down the hold. I felt my ribs bend to the breaking point.

"Please....P...Pam.....stop...I...give..." I stammered and then could say no more as my breath left me on the next clutching crush of Pammy's iron limbs.

Roger watched from the side of the ring, a glazed look on his face: "I warned you, but would you listen? No."

Then the sharp pain of breaking bone rocketed through my sides as Pammy scissored her way to snapping one rib, then another. I screamed in pain, which only made it hurt worse. I couldn't believe this sweet young mother - with legs of steel - was doing this to me, a co-worker, actually her superior, since she was only an intern. She nearly busted a third rib, when she finally released me and I slumped forward in agony. But not for long.

"I always forget to work my calves when I wrestle," she said as calmly as if she'd said she forgot her shopping list on the way to the store. "Let's try this."

She stood and got me to my knees, straddling my hanging head in those iron calves. She stepped over my neck and let them clutch it from the sides, my face sticking out the backs of her legs. I fell to my stomach to try pulling my head out of that hunky lower leg vice but Pammy thickened up. I grabbed the meaty muscle of her calves and tried to yank them apart, but only felt the girth of those amazing pipes get bigger and harder in my hands. I pulled at her socks and she laughed. Then the pain increased 10 fold as she not wound one foot around the other to complete the scissored connection, rippling her calves even harder into the crushed membranes of my neck. My voice squeaked out of me in unintelligible gibberish.

"Oh, man, you're fucked now," Roger said, grimacing at the sight. "It's bad enough when she locks the ankles in a headscissors, your head is all that way away from where they're joined. But in the calves, man, your fucking neck is just inches away from ground zero, where she locks 'em together and really puts on the pressure."

He wasn't telling me anything I couldn't feel. The pain was incredible as Pammy's insanely muscular calves tore into my neck, taking me to the brink of sleep. When I finally did go under, I found out later, she didn't stop squeezing and had instead bent her legs slightly and then snapped back up straight to punish me with a half dozen thundering calf ripples, my unconscious body twitching like a rag doll caught in a blender. It's a wonder I didn't die, Roger wondered later. So did I.

This time when I awoke, I was face down on the mat - and in Pammy's pantied pussy. She was right, beating men did make her horny, and this was really throwing me off, this usually prim and proper girl around my office now undulating her slim hips and ramming her meaty thighs off my ears in a grinding scissor embrace as she rubbed her pussy into my nose and mouth.

"Yeah, baby, mmmmmmmm....that's it, that's it, Pammy's gonna cum soon, all over your mouth!" she screamed, now pulling her panties aside to wash my face in the hairy wetness of her pulsating pussy. "MAKE ME CUMMMMMM!!!!"

I tried to slip my tongue out inside her, but the scissor was too tight, the grinding girth of her thighs actually pulling my tongue away. But that didn't matter, what was fueling her orgasm engine wasn't me eating her anyway, it was her brutalizing my face with the sweaty mulch of her pussy. Pammy ground her way to one thigh-throbbing, head-splitting orgasm, cascading her cummy cunt wash down my throat and locking up her calves above my back to pour on the involuntary pressure of her titanic cum crusade. I didn't get to see, or feel, her finish. I'd passed out again by then.

Waking up this time, I was treated to the sight of Pammy's creamy white ass, muscular hollows on the sides of each cheek, inches from my face, my nose trapped in the clammy vice of her pulsating butt meat. She'd taken me in a reverse facescissors, 69 style, and was opening and closing the vice of her thighs on my head, chewing me up her ass higher each time. Down at her end, she was tugging at my soft cock which didn't stay soft for long once I'd come around. The pain of her scissors notwithstanding, the pleasure her hand and soon her velvety mouth was giving my cock overrode all agony sensors and my prick ballooned to its proud full length. Pammy moaned around it, sucking it deep in her throat, before pulling off and slowly jacking me off in one hand, squeezing my nutsack in the other. Using both hands, she was milking me.

"Fuck, Pammy, that's sooooo good," I croaked from the continually quivering mass of thighs and ass that was masticating my face and head. "Don't stop..."

"Oh, I won't, not for a long, long time," she hissed. "Right Roger?"

"Huh?"

My question was answered a minute later when Pammy's constant stroking and occasional nibbling of my cock head resulted in a monstrous load corkscrewing up from my toes and out of my mind, a ball-busting explosion of cum that Pammy with moaning mouth swallowed greedily.

"UNNNNNNGHHHHH!!!!" I screamed out in one low moan both from the pleasure of the orgasm of my life and the pain that was coursing through my jaws and skull as Pammy thickened down her vibrating thigh meat to punish and pleasure me all at once. It seemed like I was cumming for a full minute before my ass finally flopped back to the mat, a cramp in each butt cheek from holding them off the ground for so long. I waited patiently for Pammy to stop stroking my cock. She didn't.

"Uh, Pammy..." I moaned from the meaty embrace of her thighs and ass, which she was now hunching down hard on my face, my nose locked inside the milking membrane of her asshole, my lips talking right into her cunt. "I'm done...please...stop..."

"You told me NOT to stop, remember?" she laughed, sucking the head of my cock in her mouth, causing a brutal tickling sensation that any man who's shot his load well knows. "Well, I'm not."

I saw Roger standing there shrugging. "She won't stop, either, not until you cum as much as she can take."

I screamed. Pammy tightened up. She stroked harder. Miraculously, my cock stayed hard and a good feeling returned. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Roger read my mind and shook his head.

"Trust me, after the next one, you'll be begging for her to stop," he sighed. "It won't help."

He was right. About five minutes of Pammy's lovingly sucking mouth and tirelessly pumping hand coaxed load number two from my overworked cock knob, and after she gobbled it all down, she smacked her lips and went back for more. By maintaining a firm grip on my dick base, she kept it up and fairly hard, which I never thought possible at my age and especially after two such thoroughly ball-draining blowjobs that she'd just given me. But Pammy worked my prick like a pro, her entire body slippery with sweat, but not slippery enough for me to slip my head out of the endless headscissor she held me in. My hands mauled her ass, pulling at her muscular cheeks, feeling silky wet steel in my fingers, and all it accomplished was putting my nose even deeper inside her sweat-ringed asshole. I tried to go soft, thought all manner of non-sexual thoughts, but my mind couldn't help but return to Pammy Present as she milked a third load from me and amazingly, a fourth and fifth. 

And after two and one half hours of being locked in my little office intern's thick-thighed embrace and giving up seven loads, she finally let me go and rolled off, shaking the cramps from her thighs. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't see. My jaws were locked up tight from 150 minutes of constant scissors and ass pressure. By the time I could finally sit up, I had to lay down again, the shooting pain in my neck forcing me back to the mats.

Pammy laughed and straddled my chest with her strong legs, that short skirt riding up on her sweaty, well-used thighs. She leaned over and whipped the neck brace off a grimacing Roger and fit it around my neck, smiling.

"Since it looks like you're gonna be my new squeeze toy, you may as well get to use this," she said, hands on hips. "At least until I find a new toy!" There's a lot of guys in my office, I thought to myself as Pammy slid up to cover my moaning face in the hammy hamstrings on the backs of those plank-hard thighs. I hoped she'd find one pretty damn soon.



Intern Ava - Earning Overtime



"Just how many ties do you own?" Ava asked more to break the tension than a real question. Her eyes and chopsticks intensely searching for another peapod in the take-out box as Kim seemed to be looking at her, and through her. The long moments of silence seemed nearly painful as they awaited their coworkers to return from an extended smoke break. Jon and Sara seemed to take great liberties afterhours, smoke breaks seem to be less frequent but much longer than their daytime jaunts. "What?" Kim laugh, more at the attempt than the question, "so you like my ties, hmm?" Ava was a post-bacc student in the publishing intern position this term, she dressed the part but the faint hint of the "whoo hoo girl" slips in every so often. They rarely get African American women interns for publishing; Kim's cock has been wanting to say hello since orientation. Ava's caramel brown cheeks flushed crimson as she stammered to recover, "I ... I just noticed that I...I haven't seen that tie before..." Kim offered no solace; Kim had a knack for making Ava feel that she overstep the professional line. 

"47," he whispered, leaning towards her from his chair at the head of the boardroom table. Ava found that Kim's strong Asian features were hard to read; he was team leader and he always sat in the command seat. His eyes were so quick to express disdain then break soft with his deep laughter. She wanted him to save her. "So," he began before her stammering had stopped, "don't you think you are a little young to have a fascination with grown men's ties? What are you 20?" Kim laughed as she searched wildly for words to attest her innocent conversation starter, "I...I always liked nice ties. It seems you never where the same one twice. My dad liked ties a lot but his weren't as nice." "Oh," said Kim, allowing a few beats to pass, "so I am father figure fantasy, I get it." His laughter was mockingly funny. 

This was the 8th night in 2 weeks the four of them were in the office after 9; the long hours made them all a bit on edge. Taunting the intern was as good of a pastime as any. Jon heard Kim teasing Ava as he walked the hall. The smoke break was just what Jon needed to take to edge off of the illegal comp time that happens every fall; especially since Sara was so much more accommodating since her divorce. Jon figured he could play Kim's wingman for tonight, nailing interns were one of their favorite sports. 

"Oh yea," Jon said, as he reentered to room, "you should feel it - pure silk." Jon goaded Ava to stroke the silk tie, "Seriously Ava, he won't bite you. Kim...," Jon stood at the corner of the table between the two, facing so his back was turned toward Ava, blocking her view, "Kim, may I please stroke your silken tie, sir?" Jon hoped she could not see the familiar frat boy smile between them, "of course Jon, you may touch it." With a step, Jon gestured to Ava to at least stand closer to Kim. "Com'on, Ms. Women's lib," Jon teased, "you can do it." Ava rolled her eyes and stood to lean over closer to Kim. She was on her toes, reaching over the table to touch Kim's tie. Ava could not recall why she was caught up in this teasing, or why see resisted to break the gaze she and Kim shared as she felt the woven silk pattern. The look in her eyes seemed to convey she had no choice but give into Jon's taunts. This amused Kim greatly, she was already broken in her mind. She was nearly off-balanced, standing on her toes, even before Kim shifted. He moved his chair on its wheels just a bit, enticing her further over the table's edge towards him. His hand stroked the underside of the tie, raising the cloth closer to her hand, then, before she could step back, he took her hand. 

"You violated me Ava," he feigned shock, "You did not ask if you could touch me." 

Jon joined in, now poised to receive her in his lap if she stepped back to her chair. "Wow, Ava," Jon chided, "you did not even ask if you may touch him...that's wicked. He is still getting over the last intern who thought she could just get away with harassing him because he is so accommodating to her needs. It was the whole reason they spent so much time on the "ask first" harassment training on day 1. You did have the training, right?" 

Ava's golden eyes darkened, the boys teasing became mildly threatening, and Sara was nowhere in sight. 

"I mean how you would feel if I were to just felt your nylons," Jon asked as his right hand slide up her inner thigh under her skirt. Her bare brown legs quivered and locked - he was at the center of her white cotton thong before she landed completely on her feet. Ava groaned, the sigh was mix of exhaustion and need for release. It undermined any chance she could regain composure. The intern fantasy was pale to the reality she would have between these seasoned pros. 

"At least you could do is give him a kiss, let him know you respect him as a person, not just a tie model." Jon's thumb found the swollen bud still hidden under the wet cotton shield, his left hand steadied her hip. This time, she would remember the rules, "may I kiss you Kim?" Kim nodded. Kim let Ava's lips touch his own, but he remained motionless, still teasing her. Jon, however, made slow hard circles the crossed and circumscribed her clothed clitoris - all the while - rocking her hip back and forth with the other hand. Waves of shame and heat radiated from her body. Kim's mouth seemed to know just when she was near climax, his smooth pink lips drew in her breath; his tongue traced the sensitive outline of her black girl full pink pout. The passionate rise of his kissing intensified the orgasm that she was lost in. Only as she was coming down did she realize there were at least two of Jon's fingers in her as her pouty clit was now pressed hard against the shiny boardroom table. "See, wasn't that nice?" Jon asked the intern, who was completely bent at the waist over the table, with her head now so close to the button of the Kim's designer Zegna pants. 

Ava's eyes were pleading, and Kim was a kind and gentle man, touching her hair, he said one word, "yes." 

Jon's left hand now pressed on her back as his right hand move the wet panties to the side. The sight of her shaved young puss was enough to give him a rise but Sara had did her best to drain him dry tonight. His tongue taste the young girl's cream and tried to remember the first time he lick an intern's bald slit. He envisioned that he was Ava's first white guy. The first man to give her a deep tonguefuck. He relished the idea of being the guy she will compare everyone else to for the rest of her life. With her legs split around the corner of the table, he could easily sit and eat her for hours as long as Kim's mouthfuck did not get to wild. 

Ava unbuttoned Kim's pants, his pattern boxers housing his aroused cock. One button more, it was freed. She kissed his glans like the face of a lover, holding the shaft with her pink manicured nails. He wondered if her polish were the same color as her quim - he had never seen a black woman's labia up close but knew there were a lot of variations from all the porn. Ava's thick lips parted to take in a bit of his cock, but after a few moments of timid college girl head, Kim drove his shaft deep into her soft palate. His hands framed her shocked little face as he gave long, slow, deep strokes that brought him only as far out as the rim of his curved cock. Rocking his hips, her gave her time to swallow and tightened before grinding his cock to soft flesh at the back of her throat. Out, just enough time to breathe, she would soon figure out his rhythm or pass out trying. Either way, Kim was content that she seemed to be eager to learn. 

The taste of Kim was not what she expected - but she really did not have much to compare it to. Kim was driving his cock into her mouth when she had to swallow a bit of warm saltiness to breath. The sensation of Jon's soft wet tongue on inside her and his firm hand on her - it felt like she was powerless to resist these waves of incredible pleasure. She was giddy, trying to feel both of them at once, to understand why it all felt so amazing. She felt the nipples harden on her large tits pressed against the shiny mahogany table, even that made her legs feel weak. At one point, Ava thought she heard Sara's voice. Ava knew that being displayed and used like a whore was a bad career move; but the thought of being watch made a fresh flood of wetness gush just below the space that was being filled by Jon's thick tongue. She had never had a guy's cock in her mouth this deep and long and now, Ava felt a wet tip was working its way into her ass. There was a jerk to her hips and then a manipulation of her labia and clit at the tip pressed in deeper. Fingers and tongue violated her in ways that seemed impossible until the groan of Kim warned her of his impending orgasm. Cum pumped into her mouth so deep she gagged and cough to swallow it all. Kim pulled her face up and spasm two thick threads of cum over her mouth and cheeks before using his still erect shaft to paint the wetness over her swollen crimson lips. 

Ava smiled, happy that it seemed she had pleased him. Jon's cock as not nearly as thick as Kim's but it was fully erect in front of her. Ava took a moment to realize Sara was now in the seat by her bottom. By the smile on the former intern's lips, it was now obvious that Sara took Ava's anal virginity. 

Jon enjoyed the play, "Ava, would you like to taste Sara on my cock?" Ava was happy to play along, "yes Jon, I would."



Intern Becomes Office Slut



I know what you’re thinking: All work, no play for poor Katie. True, I’ve been logging long hours at my internship, but it hasn’t been all work. Since we’re roommates, I suppose I can trust you with the juicy details.

We’d been really cooking all week long. I hadn’t even been able to sit down lately while we prepared materials for the biggest trade show of the year. Boxes of collateral were stacked everywhere. You know how I told you that I’m reporting to this woman Heather? We’ll she’s the senior admin to the vice president of sales. Earlier in the week, I was using the copier, but it jammed. I had to lean way over it to get the paper out. Well Heather slid by me and placed her hand on my butt!

“Excuse me, sweetie,” she said, giving my bum a squeeze. I looked over to see her saunter away. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a wink. I’d never thought about it before, but I couldn’t help but notice her nice figure. Heather’s maybe 32, but she looks younger. She has long light-brown, curly hair that flows to her shoulders. Her outfits are always fitted and display her curvy figure.

I cleared the lump in my throat and nervously tried to avoid her the rest of the day. I couldn’t believe it. I wondered whether Heather was hitting on me. That night I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The next morning I found myself picking out something sexy to wear so she would notice me. I decided on stretch slacks and a slightly tight-fitting blue button down. I wore my hair up and wore dark-framed glasses. I liked the way the outfit snug to my breasts and hips. I made sure to wear a thong so I wouldn’t have panty-lines.

All morning long I expected Heather to say or do something. A couple of times she caught me staring at her full, red lips. We were very busy correlating collateral that need to be shipped first thing the next day. “I’m going to need you to stay late and help me, Katie,” Heather said. My heart skipped a beat. Could I really be alone with a woman who touched me like that?

That night we were the last ones at the office. We worked in silence, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Maybe she was just being friendly, I thought. I probably took it the wrong way. Getting this order done on time was a huge deal, and Heather congratulated me as we packed up the last box of materials.

“We did it!” she said, flashing her bright smile. “We’re finally done!” She hugged me playfully. My heart raced. For several moments she just held me close to her, our breasts pushed tightly together. I didn’t say a word as she slowly caressed my back. She moved her cheek next to mine and gave my neck an open mouth kiss. I was panting now.

“Oh, Heather,” I moaned. She pulled our hips together and kissed me. Her full lips felt so very soft; then I felt her tongue slid into my mouth. My panties were soaking wet. She kissed down my neck and to my chest, while unbuttoning my blouse.

“My God, Katie, you have such a beautiful body,” she said, unclipping my lace bra. I reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. Heather took a half step back and smiled at me as she let her dress slide down her shapely frame to the floor. I stared at her while slowly removing my slacks. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. Her full D-cup breasts are slightly bigger than mine, and she’s a little curvier. She removed her bra and I found myself immediately taking her breast into my mouth.

“Oh, yeah, Katie,” she moaned. “Suck my tits please.” My wet mouth sucked one of her large ruby nipples then the other. Heather reached around me, sliding her warm hands down my bottom. “You have the cutest little ass I’ve ever seen,” she said, massaging my cheeks. She slipped one hand down my crack and probed my drenched pussy with her long slender fingers.

“Turn around, baby,” she said, motioning my body. “Let’s get these panties off.” She stood behind me and held me close to her. I could feel her large breasts press against my back. She massaged my chest, and then slowly slid them down my belly. Her hands slipped into the front of my panties. I spread my legs slightly as she rubbed my clit. 

“Mmmm, yeah, that’s so nice,” I purred, reaching back to rub her full bottom. My body twitched slightly as she nearly made me climax. I grabbed the desktop in front of me to steady myself.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” said Heather. She knelt behind me, and kissed by cheeks. I could feel her tongue along the crack of my ass, as she peeled off my thong. I bent over the desk and stuck out my bum to allow her better access. “Tell me you want it as much as I do, baby,” she said, spreading my cheeks and licking closer to my pussy.

“God, Heather, I can’t stop thinking about you,” I confessed. “Please give it to me.” Her warm tongue felt amazing as she slid it from my pubic hair, across my clit, and finally deep into my slit. “Mmmm, your pussy tastes so good,” she moaned. She continued to probe her tongue into me while rubbing my swollen clit. After sever minutes, my body twitched and I pushed my bottom into her face.

“OH GOD! I’M COMING! OH, OH, OH! YEAH!” Heather didn’t let up, giving me multiple orgasms. Finally, I could take no more. I turned around and practically tacked her. Laying on top of her hot naked body I kiss her gorgeous face, tasting my cum on her lips. I kissed down her entire body, making sure to suck on her lovely erect nipples. When I got to her waste, I paused slightly to look up at her face. I gave her a smile as I pulled her panties down her long shapely legs.

Heather spread her legs, and I kissed up her inner thigh. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to taste her pussy. I so wanted to give her as good of an orgasm as she gave me. Her pussy was closely shaved, and it smelled musky and wonderful. My mouth watered to the point that I was nearly drooling. I touched the soft lips of her vagina and licked inside.

“Ooooooo, baby, that’s so good,” she said.

“Heather, I want to make you cum.”

“Do it, Katie. Please, get me off.”

I pushed my tongue deep inside of her. Her juices tasted delicious. I moved my tongue from inside of her and tickled her engorged clit. I could tell she loved that because plenty of juices were flowing. My face was covered in her sticky cum. I continued to lick her clit and worked two fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, please don’t stop!” she cried. “You’re going to get me off soon. SOON! OH, FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAH! OH! OH!” I kept at her pussy until she couldn’t take any more. She leaned over and pulled me on top of her. Heather wrapped her legs around my waste and sucked and licked her cum from my face.

“Looks like someone’s burning the midnight oil,” said a man behind me. I rolled off of Heather to see it was the vice president of sales, Jack Sullivan. “I believe you two ladies are in violation of the company’s dress code.”

I nearly jumped up to get my clothes, but Heather held me in place. “Don’t worry, Katie,” she said. “He just wants to have some fun too.”

“Hi, Jack,” she said. “You tell the wife that you’re working late again?”

“I was hoping I’d catch you here,” he said with a smile, as he undressed. “But I see we have some company. How’s our intern making out?”

“As you can see, she’s a terrific asset.”

Jack’s old enough to be my dad, but he’s in good shape. He stood proudly in front of us, displaying his half-erect penis. Holding my hand, Heather knelt in front of him and began licking Jack’s cock. She pulled me next to her and pushed my head towards it.

Heather and I licked all over Jack’s big cock and balls. Soon he was fully erect. “Get on top of me, Heather,” he said, easing himself to the floor. Heather straddled him and slid his cock in side of her. She looked so sexy riding him. I loved how her large breasts bounced. “Get over here, Katie,” Jack ordered. I crawled over to him. He kissed me and then sucked on my tits, while he fingered my pussy.

He stuck his fingers in his mouth. “Mmm, you taste good. Put your pussy on my face.” Facing Heather, I sat on Jack’s face. He licked and sucked all over my drenched pussy. Heather and I were both bouncing up and down and playing with each other’s breasts.


“OH GOD, YOU’RE GETTING ME OFF!” Heather screamed.

“AAAAH! ME TOO!” I said.

“OH,OH, OH!”

“AH! AH!”

We hugged each other, while Jack made us both cum. He pushed me off of him, and positioned Heather on all fours. He got behind her and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit. “Let’s show the intern how to be a real office slut,” he said. “Watch how well she takes it up the ass, Katie.”

I couldn’t believe how Heather could handle Jack’s long prick in her ass. “Ooooo yeah,” she moaned with a slight smile. “Fuck my ass, Jack. Fuck it so good.” He spread her cheeks and soon slammed it inside of her.

“Come here, Katie,” she said. We kissed, and soon I was aroused again. I slid under her so I could lick her pussy. Jack’s big balls slapped against my face, while I sucked on Heather’s swollen clit. The almost immediately got her going again.

“OH FUCK YEAH! I’M COMING! SUCK ME! FUCK ME! SUCK ME!”

Jack slammed his cock deep inside Heather’s ass and blew. He pulled out and his sperm oozed from her asshole, down her pussy and into my mouth. “Oh, Katie, kiss my ass and make it better,” said Heather. She pushed her round bottom into my face. I pushed her crack open and tongued her swollen anus, tasting Jack’s bitter cum. “Don’t stop, baby,” she said. “That feels so good.”

“God that’s sexy,” said Jack. “I’m already hard again.” He came around and knelt between my legs. His fat cock head felt so warm against my soaked pussy. He slowly eased himself inside of me. I was ready to cum, but my grunts and moans were muffled by the big beautiful ass riding my face. Soon, Jack was slamming into my pussy.

“I know what you want, Jack,” said Heather. She pulled my legs up and far apart, lifting my bum off the ground. “Go ahead and fuck that little ass.” My tongue was deep inside Heathers butt, so I couldn’t protest against it. Before I knew it, Jack shoved the tip of his cock into my asshole.

“Mmmmph!” I moaned.

“Don’t worry, baby,” said Heather. “You’ll be used to it soon enough.”

She was right. Jack worked his entire cock through my rectum. Heather kept me horny by rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy. The sensation of her fingers inside my pussy, while Jack’s big cock fucked my ass sent me over the edge. I came hard. I spanked Heather bottom and jammed my tongue far up her butthole. “MMMMPH! MMMM! MMMMMPH!”

Jack pulled his prick out of my ass and doused Heather’s pretty face in spunk. She laid down next to me, and I licked the tasty sperm off of her mouth and chin.

“I’m having a very important business dinner next week with some potential clients,” Jack said, pulling his pants up. “I want you two there to entertain.”

“Will we get overtime?” asked Heather.

“Of course,” he said.



Intern Evaluation



I have the immense good fortune to have made the acquaintance of a woman of immense and intoxicating sensuality. And while I have not had the good fortune to meet her in person yet, she appears to me in my dreams now and then. I had one of her most recently, and was in the process of telling her the sinful details when she had to go. I took it upon myself to e-mail her the rest of the dream, and am now sharing it with you my audience. (I may or may not write in the beginning as well later.)

The basic premise of the dream was that I was on an internship, and she was my director.

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Let's see darling.. where was I? Oh yes, I remember. You had distracted me with your rather harsh review of my performance, and then let your foot slip into my lap, dragging your toes over my inner thigh. I sat bolt upright, unwantingly pulling away from your foot in the process. How could I not though? Such a powerful and beautiful woman suddenly making such an advance would be intimidating, although as soon as I did it I wished I hadn't. I wanted to feel you touching me more, but I didn't dare say so out loud to you. Yet.

You slid off the desk like wet silk being dragged across a rock, sashaying towards me, seeming to take hours to cross the mere few feet. You placed your hands on the armrests of the chair, imprisoning me with your body, also allowing me a view down your blazer. You were wearing a sinfully attractive corset bra, although it was rather short. It barely touched the top of your perfectly toned and firm stomach. The crimson tone of it, contrasting against your skin, and knowing it had been concealed under all the black, only served to arouse me more. You cut through the silence with a milky smooth voice, but it was as powerful as lightning. "Now.. I'm going to have to see evidence of your abilities."

I felt shivers run down my spine as the words filtered into my ears. This.. this GODDESS standing before me.. could she desire me like boys my age only wet dream about? I took a chance and hoped that was the case. I managed to croak out a reply. "Wh... what would you like me to do ma'am?"

"For starters, do NOT call me ma'am. You will refer to me as Mistress, or Miss if you do well enough to warrant my good graces. And secondly.." You cut off your reply and placed two fingers at the front bottom of your skirt, pulling up up abruptly, revealing the garter belt and your already damp and expertly trimmed pussy. "Kiss me." You stepped back from the chair to give me enough room to stand, seating yourself on your desk, letting the heels slip from your feet and hiking your skirt up to allow your legs to spread. Leaning back on one hand to support yourself, you brought your other hand to your pussy, stroking a fingertip across it's surface invitingly.

I hurriedly flew from the chair and dropped to my knees in front of you, my palms gliding up your silk-covered legs. The maddeningly arousing scent of your desire filled my nostrils in an intoxicating way no alcohol I'd ever imbibed of could compare to. You let out a sigh of approval for my efforts so far, as my lips met those of your womanhood. I kissed softly at first, letting my lips wander across your skin. Pussy, clit, thighs.. I seemed intent upon trailing my tongue and lips across you until every last inch of skin glistened with wetness.

Apparently growing impatient with me, you gripped my hair and directed my lips to your pussy again. I moaned out my response of, "Yes Mistress." and slid my tongue past my lips, diving it into you. You let out a moan, arching your back softly and pushing your pussy to me, your legs resting atop my shoulders. Envisioning the two of us locked in the throes of the most carnal lovemaking possible, I began driving my tongue back and forth, just as I imagined I would do with my cock, which was currently throbbing in my pants, begging for release and relief. With every twist and undulation of my tongue inside your hot and demanding pussy, you would arch towards me, my nose bumping your clit softly, eliciting the most deliciously wanton moans of desire from you. I pistoned my tongue into you, in my mind's eye being straddled by you and used to your lusty content. You released my hair and brought your hand to your mouth, biting at your thumb and whimpering in need. Your thighs clamped shut around my head as you howled in satisfaction. And suddenly I was overcome by the taste of your climax, feeling it trickle across my tongue and inebriate my senses. My oral ministrations slowly eased their pace, as did your grip on me, and I collapsed down onto the floor, legs splaying out. My face was covered in your cum and I was panting with flushed cheeks.

That's where the dream ended dearie. I suppose sometime I'll have to write a conclusion to that escapade. Until then Goddess.



Intern for Black Master & Thai Wife



Some people are not comfortable with their own sexuality and they object to cuckold stories and wife sharing. That is okay. To those people I would suggest not to read these stories or to send/leave your negative comments. 

After a marvellous fuck on arrival, I had begun my first day of work as an English lecturer at a university in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Unwittingly, I had walked into a drama: Jimmy, the only gay lecturer on staff, had resigned because one of his students, a girl by the name of Jip, kept flirting with him outrageously. At least, that was what he claimed. I had been asked to act as mediator, interview the girl and get her side of the story.

I had been shown into a small office by one of the administrators. As entered the room, my eyes were greeted by the most unusual of couples. The girl, in all likelihoods Jip, gave me a sweet smile, showing me her braces. She was such a tiny brown thing, so cute with her beautiful long, straight hair, her lovely lips, and her smiling almond eyes. She must have weighed about 85lbs, and she was under 5'0" tall. Her small girlish body was simply perfect, her feminine and girlish forms well visible under her tight blouse and micro black skirt, slit up both sides. My first thought was that she must have escaped from the bar but I had been informed that this sluttish uniform was permitted at university. Her lovely little eyes examined me hungrily from head to toes, and she licked her upper lip, sending a chill down my spine. The man beside her was very tall and very black, and I mean coal black from Africa. He wore a smart suit in spite of the heat, and he looked about as an uncomfortable as basketball player preparing for an interview. They both stood up as I came in.

"Hello, Monsieur Tony and welcome to Thailand," said the man, flashing his shiny white teeth, and stretching out a firm hand while the girl put her hands together and bowed respectfully. "I am Dr. Dupont, and this is Jip."

It was my turn to gape. Was this the renowned Pr. Dupont, the French African lecturer of who my first fuck toy had already raved to me about? The only strapping black man to clock up as much Thai pussy as a white westerner in Thailand? Since Thai girls don't go crazy for black cock like our white women do, this was quite a feat. But what was he doing there? I thought.

"Pleased to meet you, Dr. Dupont, but I have to admit that I am a little intrigued by your presence at this meeting. May I ask in what capacity you are here?" I asked, politely.

"Well, Jip only speaks Thai and French, and very little English," he replied. I nodded. Then he added: "Also, she happens to be my wife, so I am here representing her family too."

Holy Cow! How was she able to fit a jumbo dong in her tiny frame? I thought to myself. What a fuck toy he seemed to have, I thought with envy.

"Oh... I guess that is okay, then," I said, and sat down.

"Okay, now, let's see. It says here that Miss Jip was exposing herself in class?" I said, getting straight down to the point. "What specifically were you doing?" 

Miss Jip just stared at me like an idiot.

"Ouvre tes joiles petites cuisses, ma poule," translated the Professor.

She smiled, tried to open her legs, but the tight skirt prevented it. Instead, she wiggled her bottom and pulled the hem up over her crotch, showing the lovely brown vaginal lips of her shaved pussy.

My eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. Jesus, she was fucking hot! I looked at Dupont, embarrassed by my reaction.

"Do not worry, Monsieur Tony, my wife is very used to exposing her pussy. You see, she used to work in a bar," he explained with satisfaction, as if that explained everything.

"I'm not quite sure how..." I began to object, but my eyes were super glued to her Thai flower.

"There you have it all!" he said. "You see, she is doing a Master Degree in Thai Massage and she must practice attracting the foreign customer!"

I choked. A Master Degree in Thai Massage -- only in Thailand is that possible. True fact! I guess a bargirl would be well suited for that type of work.

"Usually she practices in my beer bar, but we are "temporairement" closed at the moment. A little...what do you call that again in English...disagreement with the police over protection money?"

So the Professor also owned a whore house/drinking establishment... When you thought about it, this was a natural business venture. I guess he would be able to recruit young attractive students strapped for cash quite easily. I realised that I was in Thailand and that I would lose this one. Students topped up the supply of steady of brown street meat girls from Isaan. Girls from Isaan growing up in a poverty stricken, rural and uneducated province, had really only three choices: If they pretty, go and fuck strangers for cash, otherwise work in the fields or in the factory for a few cents a day. Unlike Jip and other Isaan girls, these students did have a choice. They did it for the cash, and mainly served as mistresses to the rich Japanese factory owners of Lamphun.

"So you are stating that she was engaged in academic pursuit?"

"Exactement!" He said.

"Okay, I will write it up like that then..." I began.

"He..." said Jip, interrupting and touching her pussy.

"He what?" I stuttered.

"He means "pussy" in Thai," explained Pr. Dupont patiently. "I think she wants to aid your linguistic abilities."

I was not sure what ability she was interested in, but I was sure the Professor would, but the right spin on anything she did or said.

"Jip was working as a bargirl when I first met her. Magnificent! You know, over six thousand men have cum inside her..." He said proudly. "I bought the bar, and now she runs it, such a clever girl..." he added.

"Are you not afraid..." I began.

He gave me a dismissive little wave.

"We have an understanding. Jip does a little short-time work when I am not around, as I like her to practice and to keep her pussy well-fucked. She is still very young and Thai. But you should come over to stay with us. Where are you staying now?"

"At the Ramming Lodge," I admitted, shamefully. Where else?

"Oh, I know it very well! I have had many good memories there..." He said, smiling fondly in recollection.

I didn't want to know.

"But it is too expensive. Come stay with us until we can finder you somewhere less expensive to stay," he declared.

That is how I moved in with the Duponts.

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Jip did not waste any time. She made her move over dinner, just before desert, I felt her shamelessly reach over and begin touching my cock, right there in front of her husband! I went red with embarrassment.

Pr. Dupont smirked and said:

"Cheri, put our guest at ease."

"Can I suck his big juicy cock, Darling?" she asked.

Her command of the English language had improved dramatically now that the situation had changed. What's more, she did not wait for her husband to answer. Her deft little fingers had unzipped my pants with practiced skill acquired from a sordid life in the bars, and were now already holding her prize firmly.

Besides being a quite gorgeous, I soon found out that Jip was an expert cocksucker. I watched wide-eyed as her little pierced tongue flicked over my cock, then swirled around and began licking and sucking alternatively.

She was a little shy at first, but she quickly warmed up after I started toying with her tiny breast through her uniform, and fondling her shaved Thai pussy. At one point, I felt her licking my balls with her little pointed tongue too. This girl sure knew exactly what she was doing. Her technique had been long perfected and I soon realised that if I was not careful, I would soon be blowing my load right there in her cute mouth. At one point, I felt her licking my balls with her little pointed tongue: I wondered if her Masters included cock-sucking.

As her head bobbed up and down my cock, taking all eight inches into her mouth a throat, Dupont slid a finger up her ultra-short black skirt, wiggled it under the hem of her skimpy panties and delved into her tiny pussy. He knew that his wife liked to be finger fucked. After all, she was Thai. 

"Mon Dieu! You are making her wet, Monsieur," he remarked with certain degree of contentment.

For a moment, I watched her tongue twirl around my cock, and then her cheeks puff and hollow as she moved fast and deep down my rigid pole, then sighed and gently pushed her back. I preferred to climax inside her sweet and shaved pussy.

"I think your little pussy cat is already soaked, Cheri. Our guest should easily fit inside that well-used snatch of yours," said the professor. "Come and suck my penis while I enjoy watching him fuck your pussy."

She smiled at me sluttishly. I noticed my pre-cum on her chin as she turned around and offered me her lovely brown bottom and hairless pussy. Wow, she really needed some cock, I thought. Being Thai, I knew that I could exactly what I pleased with her and she would enjoy it, right there, in front of her black husband.

Pr. Dupont had extracted his erection. I gaped. That thing was a snake, not a cock. It must have been 12 inches long and belonged on a horse, not a man. Why did he need another man? I was later to learn that his wife Jip preferred a smaller cock inside her first, to ease and open up her hole, or else her husband's monster hurt her pussy too much. Like it or not, I was there as starters.

Her eyes were shining with excitement and sheer adoration as she began to worship the baguette between her husband's legs. I took hold of my cock and I placed it against her bottom. I fumbled around in her slippery hairless pussy, feeling for tiny entrance of her vaginal hole, and then I wedged in the tip of my cock with a certain degree of relief. As I pushed forward, I felt my shaft sink firmly into her hot and rubbery sleeve. Her pussy was tight and wet, snuggly fitting my cock fitted inside like a smooth warm glove. She obviously appreciated my cock inside her as I saw that she was sucking faster on her husband. The Professor closed his eyes, clutched her head with both hands, and he began mumbling something in African and swung his hips back and forth, rowing his cock in and out of her mouth and throat like a stake. It was voodoo magic for sure, for she should have been gagging. Instead, her throat swelled up like boa constrictor each time he travelled inside of her.

I grabbed hold of Jip's hips and pumped hard away at her, eyes open with astonishment as I watched her swallow the snake like a conjuror swallows a sword. I was so horny, I must have fucked her tiny hairless and married Thai pussy like a madman. I wanted to fill her little slutty body with my seed before she choked to death on the professor's wand. I felt my pleasure surge up inside me like an unstoppable tidal wave. She was making muffled strange groans now on the long black rod when I dumped my load deep inside her shaved pussy.

I let out a long sigh of relief and withdraw my cock from her cummy cunt, letting my semen ooze out of her tiny pussy. She pulled away from her husband, leaving his cock at the vertical, outstretched like a ship's mast. I saw her look down between her legs, smile, and finger fuck her cum-filled hole. Aroused, and seeing her pussy vacant, Pr. Dupont turned her around so her back was facing him, and then pulled her hard against his big frame. He was eager to get his twelve-incher inside that pussy now. My jaw dropped: Fucking dingdong!

As the long rod disappeared up inside her, she let out a whimper like a wounded animal in the throes of final agony. God did not design the Thai pussy to be fucked by a black man. It is a very difficult act, a totally unnatural coupling; very painful, like giving birth, or so several Thai women have told me. You see, Thai women may like cock, but their little pussies are already deliciously packed tight when fucked by a white man. But with a black man, especially one of those gifted with a foot-long dong, well, it's a whole new ball game. After having been with a black man, their pussy is totally ruined for normal sex. They can no longer take pleasure in fucking a native Thai men with their ridiculously small weenies. Jip had gone black all right, but she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Sex with me had been the appetizer. This was to be the main course. At this point, I did wonder whether Pr. Dupont area of specialisation was not embalming, because he seemed to be gutting his little slut of a wife on his cock. His long pole travelled in and out of her. I saw the shine of sex juices all over it. Whenever he went deep inside her, she opened her mouth. I think that was to let it out the other end? Perhaps, anyway, she let out a series of groans that provided the supporting music to his African chanting.

I jumped back and watched in total awe and envy as the big French-African literally fucked his prey to death, reducing that little doll into a broken fuck toy with his frighteningly long tree trunk cock. Her whimpers entered a low tone, forming a continuous growl, like an angry cat. Her head and mashed hair were squashed against the bed and her legs shaking as this big African warrior, suddenly looked up, and shouted: "Jouies! Pute! (cum now, you whore)", before impaling her like a pig on a spit with his long black pole and injecting his baby juice into her guts. I am thoroughly convinced that with such a quantity of black baby semen flowing into her, my own exertions were very much washed clean away from inside of her.

It was at that stage I realised that my role in this whole erotic episode had been merely that of a warm-up for the main event. I had enjoyed myself immensely, though, and it had certainly opened my mind to some of the relationships that exist over here in Thailand.

"Would you like to take over, Tony," said Dupont. (I guess he could call me that now that I had fucked his wife).

I looked down at the broken toy whimpering on the bed. She looked at her master adoringly like a good little Thai wife should. No, I thought, I'd rather save what was left of my seed for a time when life had returned to her well-used body.



Intern



He watched as Gail moved from her knees back to the sofa. She pushed Martin over on his back with his hard cock sticking straight up. Gail moved back over him and lowered her cunt down on the big pole. Very little effort was used to slide down on him as John watched his blond wife take the black cock up her pretty white pussy.

John stood at the door and watched as Gail fucked him. It was very easy to tell that she was really enjoying what she was doing. He listened as she told Martin how much she liked him in her. As she climaxed he saw Martin as he emptied his huge load in his wife. The look on Gail's face told him even more than what he had seen her do. She liked what the black man was doing to her. He turned and left the room.

John stopped to pick up his clothes and car keys. He left the house and drove home alone. 

Once there he mixed a big drink and set down on the sofa to wait for Gail to find her way home.

Martin dropped her off later that morning. He wanted to come in but she told him she needed to talk to John alone.

He was on the sofa just as he had been for the last few hours. He wasn't even drunk. The liquor didn't seem to have any effect on him.

"John? What is wrong?"

"I can't go on like this."

"I thought this was what you wanted."

"I thought the good job and nice pay made everything worth giving you up. I am quitting the job. Are you going with me are stay with Martin?"

"If you are going then I am going with you. What ever made you think I would stay with him if you left?"

"I saw you with him last night in his office. You look like you were really having fun."

"It was fun. I thought you were up stairs having fun with Nina. Martin is good, very good and he made me feel extra good. I like the sex with him. I also like sex with you. He is a good fuck but it is you I love. If you go then I am going with you."

The next day John went to talk to Martin. "Come in John. Shut the door and have a seat. What's on your mind today?"

"Martin, I am quitting. Do you want me to work out a notice are just pack up and leave?"

Martin didn't seem surprised, he had this happen before. "You will be giving up a nice job with a lot of benefits if you go."

"I may give up a lot but at least this way I get to keep my wife. It wouldn't be long before you find another young wife and Gail would be turned over to all the others. I can't live like that."

"What are you going to do for a job?"

"I haven't worked that out yet. I would hope you would give me a good recommendation."

"I might even do better than that. I have a friend in Mississippi that might need a lawyer in his firm. The pay wouldn't be nearly as much but it would be a job."

"Why would you do this for me after I just quit?"

"Lets say I am doing this for both you and Gail. My time with her has really been fun. I will put in a call today."

Two weeks later they were packed and headed to Mississippi. John had flown down before and met with the owner about the job. Not surprising he was also black and only slightly older than John. 

They hit it off at once. Tony wasn't married and he lived in one of the old plantation homes on the river. The house was huge and Tony lived there with his sister and household help. 

Rental houses were hard to come by and Tony told him they could live in the house with him until they found something they liked. That is what they agreed to do.

John spent two days with Tony going over the details of the job and making arrangements to store their furniture until they found a house they liked.

Gail spent those two day in bed with Martin. She liked the way he fucked and knew that she was going to miss being with him. "I am going to miss being with you like this. It will be hard to give up this." Her hand was stroking his cock back hard once again. He knew what she was going to be missing. He fucked her again.

Tony had their rooms ready for them. Gail liked him at once. He wasn't much larger than John and slightly older. He was very nice to them as they got moved in. It was the weekend and they spent it getting settled in.

Monday morning John left for the office. He followed Tony in to work. The day went by smoothly as he was introduced to the others. The staff only had three lawyers counting John and they were all kept busy.

Wednesday, Tony had an appointment out of town. He left that morning and told them he would not be back that day. He left John enough work to do that he would have to work late to get it all done.

Gail didn't have much to do but sit around and walk around and look over the plantation. She found a table and chairs down by the river on a grassy knob. She spread her blanket out on the grass and lay down to get some sun in her bikini.

She had dosed off when a shadow moved over her. She opened her eyes to see Tony standing above her. How long he had been looking at her she didn't know. She set up and started to stand.

"No, just stay where you are. I didn't mean to startle you. I was just enjoying the view." Her face turned red. "Mind if I set here with you?"

"No, have a seat." She moved over to make room for him on the blanket.

He opened his shirt and pulled it off. He lay down next to her as if he had been there many times before. Gail couldn't help but notice the muscles in his strong arms and the flat rippled stomach above his slacks. There wasn't any doubt that he was a handsome and virile man. She could feel the same longing in her stomach that she had felt with Martin.

When he lay back she lay back also. He was with in arms reach of her and he rolled over and propped up on one arm looking at her. "Martin was right. He said you were a beautiful woman. He hated to see you go."

"What?"

"Martin said you were beautiful and he hated to see you go. He said it was going to take a while before he found another like you in his bed. He made me promise to take good care of you. He said you need a good fucking at least once a day but it would be better if John didn't know."

Gail moved to set up but found his hand on her naked stomach. "Please let me go. If John ever found out he would leave me forever."

"Found out that you like black cock? He already knows you like it with Martin. He doesn't have to know about us. What is so strange about it? Black cocks like white pussies and white pussies like black cocks. Here we are, here together, a black cock wanting to enter a white pussy and a white pussy that needs to be fucked."

His fingers were stroking across her naked stomach causing the fire to build in her cunt. She finally managed to push to where she was setting up. He set up next to her. "Let me see your tits?

"No, I can't do that."

"Yes you can. Turn around and I will untie your top." She shook her head no but he just moved closer and pulled her to him. His mouth came down over hers. The moment his tongue pressed its way into her mouth she was lost. It was also the moment her top came off in his hands.

He continued to kiss her as he laid her back on the blanket. He broke the kiss to suck her hard tits. His mouth on her tits and his hand under her bikini bottoms was all it took before she was begging him to fuck her.

She reached for her bikini bottoms and pushed them down her legs. She tossed them over to the side as she layback and spread her legs for him. She watched as he stood and slipped his pants off. His cock was big and black just like she wanted. He wasn't as big as Martin but a lot longer. He was going to reach places that martin and John had never been before. She could hardly wait.

Tony thought Martin had been right about her. She was beautiful and she wanted to be fucked. He moved between her parted legs and centered the head of his cock in her honey hole. She was wet and hot as he slid deeper in her than any man had ever been. By the time he had it all in her she was having her first climax. One after another she climaxed over and over. When he finally empted in her he filled her cunt to over flowing. She relished the feel of hot juice as it spread to every corner and crevice of her wet cunt. Thank goodness for birth control pills.

Through out the afternoon they fucked. They left the bank of the river to the comfort of his bed. She had never cum so much in her life. 

That night John was asking her about her day. "I didn't do much. Just lay down by the river and took in some sun."

John wanted to make love and she rolled over on her back and opened to him. Her pussy closed around him as he slid in her. If he noticed anything different he didn't mention it. It could be because Tony's sister had stopped him on the way up the stairs and had given him surprise blowjob.

John thought it might be a good idea if Gail didn't know about that. He didn't want to get into sharing his wife again. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Gail didn't mention Tony. He was good and she liked his black cock in her. If she let John know she may have to move again. She would just have to keep both of them happy. She planned to devote her time to doing just that. She pulled John close as their climax hit at the same time. Life in Mississippi was going to be just great.