9 comments/ 74462 views/ 4 favorites My Black Coworker Ch. 01 By: penasweapon Jerry is a coworker: we have worked together for the last three years. Last week Jerry became more than a coworker, he became my lover. Jerry is Black and I am White. And, we are both married. It didn't start out as a sexual relationship of course but then again I don't think they ever do. Jerry started at the company and he stood out right away. He was the only Black person and there was just something different about him. He is only a few years younger than me but he seemed so...young, so full of energy. He is extremely smart and you can tell he is trying not to seem like a know it all. The thing that stood out about him the most though is his body. He is very muscular. He is built like I have noticed a lot of Black guys seem to be with bulging muscles but he appears very neat. You can tell he is muscular but it wasn't until a company picnic that I knew just how much. He showed up in shorts and a t-shirt as opposed to his everyday slacks and button up shirt. Muscles were rippling everywhere. His chest looked like it was going to rip out of that shirt and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I wasn't the only one. That's when it started. At work the next day Suzy a woman I had become friends with came to visit me at my desk and she started talking about Jerry. She described Jerry in a way that let you know that she was looking at him at the picnic, hard. This disturbed me not because he isn't hot but because I had a dream about him I knew I shouldn't and now she had my mind back on his biceps and chest. Just then Jerry showed up at my desk and Suzy made a quick exit but not before checking out his but as she left looking at me pretending like she was going to bite it mouthing the word damn. Jerry couldn't see because he was looking at me. Now that Suzy had reignited something in me I looked at Jerry different, more closely. His button up shirt didn't really hide his broad chest. His slacks may have hid those muscular legs but they revealed something else. I guess slacks aren't really made for men with that build because along the top of the thigh where his muscles bulged they got tight and there for the first time I noticed -- it. My mind raced and I could swear that it was going to rip free; it was a large bulge. It was all that I could do not to stare. Had this always been the case; how did I miss that before? I denied it to myself then but I was getting moist. Suzy was relentless. She would come in most mornings talking about him. She had no shame and started telling me about dreams she was having about how he had taken he over and over. In her dreams he was incredible and they seemed to get more and more graphic as time passed. The reality was that he couldn't want either of us we had long ago let ourselves go. Suzy was round and kind of dumpy and I was plain; I had a pretty flat wide butt, my belly was no longer tight and my bra really was a wonder because it made my breast look like they still stood proud. And so one day when she was going on and on I couldn't take it and told her that. She laughed. She said to me that I didn't understand Black men if I thought that mattered. I looked at her puzzled. She told me that even in the most pro-black men there was a desire, a curiosity about white women. Suzy said that a White woman who understood this who found a stud of a Black man who had never been with a White woman could have him if she played her cards right. I told her that she was bordering on racist and she laughed again. She told me to test it with Jerry if I did not believe her. I asked her what she meant. She said that I should wear a revealing shirt and see if that stud didn't take a look at what I had to offer. She also suggested that I find a reason to bend over in front of him and see if I didn't catch him staring at my 'wide flat' ass, as I had called it, like he wanted it. Suzy said that aside from being Black and prone to a weakness for White women that Jerry had the look of hunger in his eyes. She said he looked like the kind of man who never got enough. She told me that with that kind of man Black or White he either was so preoccupied with sex that he was horrible in bed trying to get his or he became a magnificent lover to keep them coming back. I asked which she thought Jerry was. She gave me the 'are you stupid look' leaned forward and whispered that once I got up the courage to seduce him he would fuck me silly. I blushed. Suzy left and I thought to myself that there was no way I could test those things. I could hear her saying hi to Jerry as she left and then he appeared at my desk. One look at that bulging crotch and I knew that I had to test her theories. Suzy was right. He looked right at my cleavage just like she said. What surprised me though was that he did not hurry to avert his gaze when he had to know that I had "caught" him. The story was the same when I bent over. I had to test him again and so the next day I wore another revealing shirt and sure enough he drunk in my display. When I told Suzy a smug smile appeared on her face. Then she called me a lucky bitch. I told her about the way he didn't rush to avert his gaze and she told me that was good it meant that Jerry was confident and more likely to take it if I offered it. Suzy began telling me how I was going to seduce Jerry and without even thinking I began taking notes. When I got home that night I pulled out my vibrator, which I had not used in years, and got myself off. As soon as my husband got home I unzipped him pulled out his dick and jumped on him. He lasted about six minutes and I had to get the vibrator out again to finish off as he slept. There he lay on the bed knocked out his little dick dribbling cum on his pants. As I looked at him I felt something I had never felt for my husband before -- disgust. Every night as the plan unfolded the same story revealed itself at home. I was getting hotter and hotter and needed to get off more and more. The more I needed it the more his inability to provide it disgusted me. The smaller his dick seemed. My Black Coworker Ch. 02 Suzy had started me down a path that I had not foreseen. I was now obsessed with Jerry. The more he looked on as I worked to seduce him the more I wanted him. I suppose it could be attributed to the fact that I was feeling like a woman again. If I am being honest my husband was never good in bed. I knew that going in although I denied it. I was in my mid thirties when I met him and I think that I wanted to get married so bad and have a child that I ignored his less than stellar loving. I had convinced myself that he was adequate even as he rutted away racing his way to an orgasm only to fall off of me into a deep sleep nearly every time. But, I had gotten what I wanted -- a daughter. For the first few years it was enough. I was so preoccupied with her that sex didn't really matter and I only did it so that he could get off. I felt I owed it to him. Subconsciously I think I thought that he had saved me from becoming an old hag. As time passed and my body, which was never hot, became more and more unattractive I began to yearn for him to acknowledge my being a woman. Maybe it was just me but I began to think that even when we had sex it was just for him to get off and that as time passed it had less and less to do with him being attracted to me. I felt like a receptacle. Over the last year I came to believe -- no, I came to know that he just used me as a place to dump his cum. I did not feel like a woman. Maybe that is why it was going so far. Jerry was looking. His stare was infused with lust -- for me. It was undeniable. While I could not understand why; by the week before it happened his gaze said sex and it said he wanted sex with me. For a woman who had been long ignored, who felt her body had long since seen its better day to have this big stud of a man damn near drooling after me did wonders. Suzy's plan was three months in the making. As Jerry looked on I became more confident. I walked differently. My hips began to sway again. I felt differently, sexy. Jerry's attention made me want to be better when I finally had him and so I started to work out. By time it happened I had lost 11 pounds and was feeling great. It was amazing but Jerry seemed to notice from the first pound telling me the morning after I had seen it on the scale that I looked like I had lost some weight and that it looked good on me. Boy did I want to just drop to my knees right there and thank him properly. My husband however did not notice even when I had lost the 11 pounds. The plan that Suzy hatched had me seducing Jerry until the company trip that we were both going on to a conference where it would happen. She had me showing him a little bit every day saying that if I kept him hard for all that time he would be more than ready to fuck me by time the trip rolled around on November 7. Even before the seduction began Jerry and I had started talking because he is such a nice guy. He would stop by every morning on his way to his desk and we would chat about things, mostly current events. With the Obama election nearing our conversations focused a lot on race. It was amazing but I liked talking about the subject with him even though I had always been afraid of talking about race as people weren't always that understanding if you said something they thought of as offensive. Jerry was different he seemed to understand that things sometimes come out differently than they are meant to. He had an easy smile and a warm demeanor. It was at the end of one of these conversations on the Monday before the trip that I knew he was mine for the taking. His staring had become more intense like he was already fucking me in his mind. I noticed that he was looking at my cleavage while we conversed and tried to catch his gaze as I usually did but it didn't work. Just then I noticed that he used his hand to adjust himself. I think he meant to be discreet but I had seen it. I had known, I guess, he was getting hard the way he was looking all the time but it wasn't until then that I knew for sure. I coughed a little and he looked up at me smiled that easy smile and then looked back at my breast. He was bold. He stood up to leave finishing the conversation we were having about racial myths by saying that people should not focus on the myths about Black men; that the realities were good enough. I almost melted seeing the strain in his crotch. He turned to walk and his muscular butt looked like each cheek was fighting the other as he moved. Then he turned back to me and apologized. He quickly closed my door stepped in real close and said that he was sorry if I felt objectified earlier that it was just that 'they' looked real good. Then he left. I have never been so wet in my life. There was no guessing, he let me know for sure that he was looking even though I really did not have to guess. The next day was Election Day. Jerry seemed more confident than ever. When he stopped by the office he apologized again saying he hoped he had not embarrassed me. I blushed a bit. And then, he was looking at my cleavage again. He said that now that it was out there was no need to pretend he didn't like looking. That was not the reaction I expected. But, that is part of what I like about Jerry; he is all man confident and comfortable with it. I think with a less confident man I might have felt like I was being harassed but with hi it felt good and I felt sexy. Just before he went to leave he asked me if I knew what today was. I told him that I knew it was Election Day. He laughed. He closed the door again. He moved into the room sitting on the desk on my side. My heart raced. Looking me right in the eye he said that today was redemption day. I looked at him puzzled. He said that today White people were going to go vote to prove they were not racist whether they were or weren't. He said that White women like me who were afraid that there might be something in them that they didn't want there, some racist feeling, whose hearts raced when a Black man got too close that we were going to go out and purge ourselves. I should have just been quiet and listened but I interjected that he was wrong that we were voting for Obama because he was the better candidate. He moved so quickly that I did not know he had gotten off the desk and grabbed me until I was standing an inch from him. He looked me deep in the eye and said -- I know. I could feel his breath on me and I felt my heart in my throat. There was silence for a while; too long and then he asked me why if that was the only reason was my heart beating so fast? I couldn't speak I was in a state of sensory overload. His strong hands were holding me so close I could feel the warmth and vibration of his body -- I could smell his cologne and his manliness. That smile crept back across his lips and he reached forward and placed his hand just above my breast on my chest. His smile broadened and he pulled me closer to the point where we were almost touching; to where the air had a hard time getting between us and leaned down whispering into my ear that I should ask myself why if what I said was true he knew that my heart was racing. He leaned even closer whispering and I could feel his lips as they kissed my ear as they moved and he congratulated me on my redemption it was the first time I had ever detected even a hint of sarcasm from him then he said that I needed to figure out what I was going to do when the election was over to not get so excited when a Black man was close to me his lips kept brushing me as he spoke. I tried not to moan as I came right there. Then he was gone and I collapsed in my chair.