10 comments/ 79874 views/ 17 favorites Summer Help By: trainman_d This story was co-written by Trainman D (Ward Joseph’s Story) and LeasaJ (Heidi’s Story) Ward Joseph’s Story Part 1 “Shit, shit, shit!” I exclaimed. My best employee had just notified me that she was going to the hospital for an operation and would be out for at least 2 months. At least, our busiest period was over but she did more, knew more and worked more than the rest of my employees. “Crap, crud and just dammit to hell!” I was still fuming. “Ward,” Billy said. “Why don’t you run an ad at the college. We can get by with an intern if she takes the load off of us. That should work through the summer anyway.” I mulled that over. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. Billy was like a blind squirrel; he would find an acorn once in a while. That was about 3 weeks ago. I had contacted the college and had sent a letter explaining my business and how I needed a summer intern. I mentioned the pay and the hours and the duties that went with the job. The college couldn’t promise anything but they said they would post the letter in the student union. I was about to contact an employment agency when I got a call from a woman who said she was a student and was interested in the internship. We made an appointment for the next day. I don’t know what I expected but what I got was extraordinary! As she entered, I thought, if she can work as good as she looks, I would make her a partner! This child, yes child, was about 5’8” tall and probably weighed 120lbs. I was wondering if she were English because of her peaches and cream complexion. At this point, I was willing to hire her just to sit around and let me look at her. She entered my office and put out her hand. “Heidi Jons,” she introduced herself. “I called about the internship.” She looked at me with eyes that were almost blinding in their blue-green color. I was hoping she couldn’t read minds; else I was a goner. “Ward Joseph,” I introduced myself taking her hand in mine. She shook my hand and then tried to withdraw hers. I held her hand, then took it into my other hand and welcomed her as I would a 9-course meal. “I own the company,” saying that as I released her hand. I pointed out a chair for her to sit in. She demurely pulled her skirt down as far as she could as she sat. I explained that my company was a small accounting firm that specialized in corporate accounts. We had recently won an award as the best small company in the city. That meant a lot because the company also had won an earlier award for the best minority company. I didn’t really care about the minority part. The BEST award meant that we could look forward to new business. She listened intently as I tried not to look directly at her body or her face. Her face was beyond description. How about beautiful? How about gorgeous? How about fabulous? How about all 3? I knew that fooling around with the help was bad business practice. I had an office rule that any intimate relationships between employees were frowned upon. I had just made up my mind to violate my own rule, if possible. Being the boss has its perks. I asked her some questions about her age. She was 21. She was between her junior and senior year at the college. Her major was accounting and she had a minor in education. She lived not far away and could get to work in a short time. While she was speaking, I was working on my game plan. First, I had to discard my refusal to fool with young girls. Next, I had to give up my prejudice against white women. So far, these things were very easy to do. I gazed at her very frankly. I wanted my look to let her know that I wanted her. I wanted her sexually, totally to be my fuck toy. As a younger man, I had developed a DJ voice that I used when I wanted to soothe a woman’s nerves. I employed that now as I explained her duties and the pay. I got the impression that about halfway through my speech, she had become somehow entranced with my voice. I was hoping so. Heidi’s Story Part 1 It all started my last year of college. I was dating the boy of my dreams Tommy Richards. Tommy was all-state quarterback for the football team and we were very close to becoming engaged. I had been on the cheerleading squad but had to quit because, frankly, Tommy and I needed money to continue living together off campus. One day while checking the posts in the Student Union building, I noticed one looking for an accounting student to intern at a local CPA’s office. “Fantastic!” I thought, this may be exactly the break Tommy and I needed. Now I could get a part time job and we could afford the rent, which we were now actually a month behind on. When I showed up the following day at the office I was surprised to find that the owner was a rather short, paunchy black man...maybe 50 years old. This wouldn’t have been a problem at all except for the way he looked at me. As soon as he came out of his office to greet me, he nearly stopped in his tracks and looked me over. I found it kind of gross. Regardless of his impropriety, I was determined to get the job—for the sake of my staying with Tommy. Mr. Joseph took me into his office and pulled his chair out from behind the desk, positioning it right in front of me. He began talking in this phony Barry White type of voice. I thought: amazing...this old black man thinks he is going to seduce me! Mr. Joseph—he insisted I call him “Ward”—continued to prattle on about the office and how sure he was that I’d be an excellent “fit.” It was crude the way he accented the word “fit” when he said it, but I pretended not to pick up on the lewd message he was delivering. As our conversation drew on though, I had to admit, I was impressed with his persistence and confident manner. Most boys on campus seemed to get tongue-tied around me. This was definitely not the case with this slight, portly black man. He seemed convinced he could seduce me...and I was both taken slightly back and impressed by it. As Ward continued to speak to me, as corny as it was, I did start to get slightly taken in by the Barry White routine. He was good at it. I found myself liking the sound of it...somehow it made me feel...ummm...sexy, I guess. The next thing I knew, Wards black fingers were stroking my leg. I had worn a very short skirt to the interview; I’ll admit it was to impress my interviewer. I now realized that unfortunately, it was having even more than its desired effect. I wished I had worn a pants suit. But now my own lack of business judgment was working against me. I had come to the interview showing myself off, and now this old, middle aged, very black man wanted me to show more—a lot more! I was about to ask him to please stop what he was doing, but I was honestly afraid it would ruin my chance of getting this job, which Tommy and I needed badly. Several times just as I was about to say something he’d remove his hand, then as the conversation would go on for a while, the fingers would start gliding along my thigh again. I’m ashamed to say, this old man was arousing me a little. I had never been with a man so self-assured and so aggressive, but subtly so. Finally, he concluded and offered me the job. A smile played across his thick lips. I’m sure he was feeling very self-satisfied that he was able to play with my legs during the interview without my objecting. He probably read it as my consent to his advances. I didn’t mean it that way at all. When I left I was angry I hadn’t told him to stop, and wondered why I didn’t. I convinced myself that it was the money—I needed the money—and, after all, it was for Tommy. I got home and undressed. I was stunned to find my panty hose were damp in the crotch. To be honest, it was very damp. I stared at it for long moments. I held it up and sniffed it. It was my woman’s scent. But...it couldn’t be...that strange, little black man couldn’t...couldn’t ever..have made me...wet? I got into the shower and as I lathered myself, I felt my body responding tremendously to my touch. My nipples were very hard. I squeezed my breasts and it felt so good. I squeezed them again, much harder and cruder this time. I was becoming very hot and very horny. It had been a long time since I’d felt like this. I loved Tommy, but the sex wasn’t really a part of it. He wasn’t very accomplished. I began playing with my clit. I whispered to myself, “Oh, Tommy.” I strained in my mind to visualize the man I loved as I leaned along the tiled wall of the shower. My fingers were working furiously at the stiffening bud that was about to provide the strongest release I’d had in months. Then it came, almost with a flash of light. I shivered and moaned. I sank to the flooring of the tub as I continued shivering and quaking with the powerful orgasm. Finally as it subsided my lips whispered something...and it echoed back at me within the confines of the shower. It was a name... “Oooooo...Ward.” I sat in stunned silence, my thighs splayed apart as wide as the tub walls would allow. I couldn’t imagine what was happening to me. That night I lay in bed listening to Tommy snoring. But I was distracted wondering what I’d wear tomorrow. Should I wear the extra short black skirt, along with my white hose and white shoes with the spiked 4-inch heels? Suddenly I caught myself. Why was I thinking about this? What did it matter what I wore? I felt very confused. The next day—after going back and forth several times—even after putting on my pants suit, I returned again to the short skirt. I took off the pants suit, and almost as if in a strange trance, found myself dressing in the white hose, extra short black mini, and 4-inch heels. I looked in the mirror...I looked like a sex kitten. Why was I doing this, I wondered? When I showed up at work Ward was obviously pleased. As short as the dress was that I wore to the interview, the skirt I wore for my first day under his charge was even shorter. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt I should know better. What was this over-confident man going to think? Of course, he would assume I was dressing for him. He would think I wore this extra short skirt so he could have a better view of me. “Was I...?” I wondered. “Heidi, join me for lunch today,” Mr. Joseph asked me, in a way that was more a command than request. “Uhhh...well, ok, Mr.Joseph,” I responded, not knowing how I could decline without creating a scene. Then he leaned over and said softly, “What do you like to eat, sweetheart?” He knew that statement could be read two ways...and he knew that I knew it too. I played dumb to try to ignore the second possible implication: “I like just about anything,” I replied, and then cursed myself for having answered so stupidly. My reply could be taken two ways, also. Ward smiled as if he had read my statement in the double entendre he was trying to use with me. “We’ll see,” he smiled, lewdly. “We’ll see...” Ward drove me to a very expensive restaurant in his Lexus. He was obviously well off. Surprisingly for this day and age, the sight of an older, black man with a very young, blonde girl still turned heads. When we exited the car, Ward was the kind of gentleman that has gone somewhat out of style. He opened the door for me and took my hand as I exited. Unfortunately, as we entered the restaurant I felt his hand on the small of my back. I was surprised to find him so bold as to be insinuating his arm behind me, as if I were his date or something. It annoyed me, but I wasn’t sure how I could stop it without creating an uncomfortable situation with my new boss. We were escorted to a private table in the back and had a wonderful meal. Ward insisted I have wine before, during, and after the meal. I had drunk nearly 3 of the small glasses. I am not much of a drinker, so I was left feeling a little buzzed. On the way back to the office, Ward could tell I was slightly tipsy. As he spoke to me he began to touch my knee, soon his hand was placed firmly on it and began to stray upward along my thigh. I wanted to say, enough. But I was feeling weak and tired from the glasses of wine. Soon, Ward’s hand was confidently stroking my thigh as we drove. The damn skirt I wore was sliding easily upward to my hips. Finally, I placed my hand meekly around Ward’s wrist, as a way of implying I wanted him to stop. But he ignored my signal. His hand continued to stroke my thigh even more boldly, even as my hand enfolded his wrist. Indeed, it now would have appeared to an onlooker as if I were guiding his hand under my skirt and between my thighs. We drove a few miles and I found myself looking down, stunned to see this old, paunchy black man’s black hand situated between my legs. My thighs were now spread widely apart. To any onlooker I would have looked like a young, blonde whore with her hand guiding an older black man’s up under her skirt and between her wide open, inviting thighs. Ward was manipulating my clitty through the thin nylons I had on. “MMmmmm...” I heard him moan lewdly as he felt my wetness spreading over the strained nylons. “You like that, don’t you, Heidi?” I could only moan in response. I was very horny and felt very weak under the vile ministrations of this confident black man. He pulled the car into our work site’s parking lot. He parked in a secluded, reserved spot for his Lexus. Then I felt him grab the back of my neck, and gently, but firmly, begin to push my head down toward his crotch. I heard him fumble with his zipper, then heard it unzip loudly. As he pushed my head down I could only offer feeble resistance. I felt so weak under the demands of this surprisingly confident, powerful man. In the back of my mind, I thought of the previous day when I thought his come-on so ridiculous. Now here I was, my pussy hot and wet, with my head being forced down toward his unsheathed cock. I opened my eyes to find his very fat, very black dick positioned inches from my mouth. He continued to confidently force my head down until my lips were firmly planted on the warm, wet head of the thick, black cudgel. I felt like crying, but remembered that I was doing it for Tommy. It’s for Tommy I insisted to myself. Then my lips relented, and I took the warm, thick dick into my mouth. “That’s ‘a’ girl,” I heard Ward Joseph snort. “Lunch isn’t over yet, girl,” he chuckled to me. I am ashamed to admit the rest. I just wanted to get it over. I began to bob my head up and down on his thick and rampant organ. I could taste the thick salty seed that was leaking from his dick in the form of precum. It sounds terrible, but I liked the taste. He tasted wonderful. I was becoming more aroused as I swirled my tongue around his meaty African weapon. He grunted and it made me feel proud that I was giving this older man—whom I once thought ridiculous—all the pleasure I was capable of. “Faster, bitch,” my black captor demanded. I responded. I began to work his dick, furiously bobbing up and down on it. Occasionally I’d pull my head off of him and lick the around the nozzle of his thick, black, beautiful cock. I even kissed it a few times...then I would devour it again, bobbing and working away at it like a woman possessed. I could hear my own snorting and grunting, as I worked the thick black hunk of meat that Ward offered me from the fly of his pants. “Gonna get somethin’ to wash down all that meat now, girl,” he groaned. Then it started. The man I considered a paunchy, old man now unleashed a fount of thick seed into my mouth, the likes of which I’d never experienced before or since. He came...and came...and came...until I had trouble swallowing anymore. “Don’t you get any on those pants, bitch” he warned, as I coughed and swallowed, choked and swallowed more. Finally, I felt I was getting full from the excessive loads of cum that my new employer was discharging into my mouth. I felt him grab the back of my hair and lift me off his drained member. A string of cum hung from my chin. I stared at him and he smiled over at me. “Well, that was ok for the first day at a new job. But don’t worry Heidi, once you been doin’ this for a few weeks, you’ll get better.” After fellating my new black boss, Ward Joseph, in the parking lot, I returned to work the remainder of the afternoon. A large cum stain adorned the breast of my blouse, which the two other co-workers gawked at, having figured out what must have taken place during lunch between the boss and the new intern. All afternoon, I worked in stunned silence, like a somnambulist, while my new boss casually would ask for my assistance in his office. “Please take these files and organize them by alpha and date, Heidi,” Mr. Joseph would casually instruct, and then on occasion as I turned to leave with the files, I would get a slight pat to my ass. A few times his assistant, Billy, saw the pat to my ass and smiled admiringly at Ward, who would smirk back with smug satisfaction; he wanted everyone to know that the young blonde was his—completely! By the end of the day, I was exhausted and defeated. Ward’s hands were now on my hips, then patting my ass. There was no stopping this dominant, arrogant black employer from having his way with me. Occasionally I would try to stop his hands, but he would persist and I could see stopping the regular groping of my body was futile. By the end of the day, I no longer tried. At one point, Ward came up behind me at the file cabinet, reached around, and started groping my breasts. He was a little rough in doing it, but, again, I was too weak to stop him now. Billy came around the corner and witnessed it. “Excuse me!” he said loudly, with a huge grin beaming across his ebony face. Then he wheeled about and left us alone. “Please, Mr. Joseph, this has really got to stop. I just want to do my job, ok?” I pleaded to this man who was injecting himself so fully into my life. “This is your job, Heidi,” he said, firmly, “So get used to it...understand?” What could I say? “Yes...yes...sir.” Then he began rubbing his fat, meaty dick into the crevice of my ass cheeks, and kissed me deeply on the neck. I moaned. He was making me hot again. I tried to think of Tommy, but then Ward turned me toward him and leaned his face into mine. Our lips met and I realized this brazen black man was kissing me...it was still only my first day at work. I pushed at him, but he was too strong and held me close. He was actually a few inches shorter than me, so it must have looked ridiculous, this paunchy little black man pulling this tall, young blonde to him...and making her submit. Rather than wind up wrestling with him, I finally submitted to his lips. I even began kissing him back. My thought was to give him what he wanted and then to get out of there and never return. Forget the money. Everything had gone out of control; I was becoming this horrid man’s fuck toy. As we kissed, my black employer began trying to insinuate his tongue into my mouth. I resisted, but his damn persistence made him continue to work my lips open. As my lips gave way, just slightly, to his ministrations, his thick tongue slid deeply into my mouth. Both our mouths were now open wide with his tongue playing crudely with mine. Ward Joseph’s hand now caressed my breast, his thumb rubbing my hardening nipple. I grabbed at his wrist, but this time, I confess, I did little to pull his hand away. My grabbing of his wrist was only to show token resistance to his taking of me. Psychologically, I needed to feel I was at least trying to resist, even as my tongue now played with his willingly. Summer Help Ch. 02 Part 3 (Heidi's Story) This story was written by LeasaJ (Heidi's Story) and trainman_d (Ward's Story) I returned to work the next day with the intention of insisting that my lascivious, black employer stop treating me like his paid slut. I sincerely lectured myself that Ward would have to stop...that it would all have to stop. I was Tommy's fiancé and that was that—period! Over! Finis! "But why have I worn such a short skirt, again?" I asked myself. As I entered Ward Joseph's office, my nerve began to give way. At first sight, I was shocked to see what appeared a paunchy, middle aged, short black man. But as soon as he looked up at me, I felt I was in the presence of a very potent, African Chieftain. "Heidi, let's not let those skirts get too long, now," he smiled, sarcastically indicating he liked that my skirt barely covered my privates. "Is there anything I can do for you this morning, Mr. Joseph," I asked, attempting to get our relationship back on a more formal and professional basis—at least, for appearance sake. "Yes, Heidi. There is something you can do for me this morning," Mr. Joseph remarked with mock formality. "Why don't you close the door? This is a confidential issue, Heidi." I closed the door with trepidation. Ward Joseph then wheeled his chair back from the desk, and I could see his trousers were tented grotesquely by his straining hard-on. "Heidi, could you take care of this, right away. It's your top priority for the morning, young lady," he beamed, caustically. Then he made it bulge up against his stretched fly. "I...I really, think..." "Heidi, you're not paid to think!" he sneered. "I do the thinking in this office. You're paid to do the labor. Understand, Swiss Miss?" I was stunned by his sharp command. "Now, get over here and get on your knees...and do what you really want to do, anyway." A long moment passed. I couldn't seem to take my eyes from the large throbbing bulge in Mr. Joseph's pants. My knees felt weak. M...M...May I lock the door?" "Of course, child." I locked the office door. Then returned to the man whose will so over-powered my own that I was willing to whore myself to him. I dropped to my knees before him and reached out to stroke the meaty hardness that was harnessed beneath the thin, expensive fabric of his pants. I unzipped him and pulled out the thick blackness that now dominated so much of my fantasy and thought. I took it into my mouth and began to suck it and taste it. I loved this strong, black being and the thick aroma that wafted up from his loins into my nostrils. I felt his hand cradle the back of my head as I bobbed and sucked, licked and kissed, the beautiful, black spire. I found myself worshipping at the alter of his black dick. I looked up at my sexual master and placed my lips to the wet sloppy head of his dark organ. "I love you, Ward," I closed my eyes and whispered. "I know you do, Heidi. I know..." Ward answered as he pet my head. "You just let me do the thinking for both of us, child. I'm going to take care of you from here on in." The words were like an opiate to my ears. I wanted this man. I wanted his strength, his confidence, his willpower...I wanted his blackness...for me, and me alone. I continued to suck and shuck at his thick, mahogany shaft until he pulled my lips from his dick. "I have to have you, right now," he grunted. "Get those off and get on the couch." I no longer questioned this powerhouse of a man. I disrobed in the middle of his office, as did he. "Goddamn, Heidi!" he remarked, looking me over. "You've got to have the best body I ever seen, girl!" I laid back onto the couch. Looking up at my naked, African-American employer, I spread my thighs as an invitation for him to take and plunder my white flesh how ever he saw fit. Ward Joseph climbed onto the couch and stroked the fat, black dick that would have disgusted me just three days ago. He wiped it up and down along the pouting, slickened lips of my womanhood. "Put it in, Heidi," he sneered down at me. I reached down and grasped the middle-aged, black phallus and positioned it to my vaginal passage. As he looked down, deep into my eyes, Ward Joseph, black entrepreneur, thrust his hips forward and broke into the white girl beneath him. In his eyes, I could see he was breaking into all the white girls who had ever teased or taunted him with their good looks; who had ever ignored him while they flirted with white boys not half his intelligence or ability; who had looked the other way in disgust when they had seen him admiring them; all of them were now in heat beneath his bucking loins, unprotected and willing. Ward began to punish me with deep powerful thrusts into my young and tender...and white pussy. "Unnngghh...Unnngghh...Unnngghh," I grunted, each time the middle-aged black above me slammed his pelvis to mine. The fat dick was stretching, straining and battering the lips of my pussy. My demanding black superior was now breaking me open to meet the dimensions his sexing required. Again and again, for what seemed like hours, Ward Joseph pummeled my soft whiteness with the dark, powerful blackness of his being. Outside the office door, no doubt, everyone heard the racket going on behind the boss' closed doors...as he got a full day's work from his young, white intern. "She got 'in turned' all right!" would become the joke of the office in weeks to come due to this incident. "Good God!!!" Ward moaned. Then I felt a molten eruption deep within my unprotected, Caucasian womb. As he did the day I fellated him in the parking lot, Ward came in plentiful waves of semen. I felt as though he were hosing my insides with the thick, rich black seed that would change the destiny of my heretofore quiet, white life. Ward Joseph, the strange, little, black man I found "gross" just days before, had now mounted and impregnated me with the seed of darkest Africa. I looked up into his eyes and kissed him, open-mouthed. My tongue played with his in a nasty, hungry, dirty way. I was now Ward Joseph's lover. Ward and I spent the better part of an hour in each other's arms on the couch. He became hard again and we had several rounds of loud, violent fucking there on his office couch. WARD'S STORY I figured it was time for me to sample Heidi's pussy. She had come in this morning with another short skirt that barely covered her pubic area and the crack of her ass. She looked determined this morning, as if she had taken a courage pill and was going to tell me off. But when I glanced up at her, her nerve seemed to desert her. That was okay with me. All night, I had thought of fucking her stuck up pussy. I knew I should feel ashamed of my actions but right then, all of the frustration and anger from 30 years ago welled up in my dick. It was as hard as it had ever been. I knew that I had to have some relief or no work would get done this day. "Come in Heidi," I said when she looked into my office. "Don't let those skirts get too long now," I said sarcastically. "Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Joseph?" She asked. "Yes there is. Come on in and close the door. This is a matter of confidentiality," I rolled my chair back and let her see my rock hard dick straining my pants. "I...I really...think," she stammered. "You do the work, I do the thinking," I said sternly. "You don't get paid to think. Understand Swiss Miss"? I asked in a very menacing voice. That seemed to get her attention. "Now get over here and do what I know you want to do anyway." "Come on Swiss Miss. Get a move on." She seemed mesmerized by the tenting in my slacks. "May I lock the door?" She asked. "Of course child." She dropped to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. She had a hard time getting my dick out and I finally had to rise up so she could get it out of my slacks. I know about the myth of black men being hung like stallions. Well, I got left out I guess. It isn't real long. When I was younger, my older lover measured me one time. It turned out that I was six and a half inches long when fully aroused. But, what messed up my older woman was the girth of my dick. Reading manuals about sex and sex organs, I discovered that the average penis, when aroused was five to six inches around. Take a tape measure and try it sometime. Anyway, my dick was seven inches around. Very, very thick in fact. She took my dick in hand and loved it tenderly. She sucked it and kissed it. She smeared the precum that was leaking from the head of my dick over her face and then sucked it some more. Her long fingered, seemingly fragile, pale hands held my balls as she sucked me. She said, not surprisingly, "I love you Ward." I was caressing the back of her head. "I know child, I know. I will do the thinking for both of us. I am going to take care of you from now on." Suddenly, I pulled her lips from my dick. "I have to have you now Heidi. Take your clothes off." She moved with alacrity to disrobe. I was stunned and amazed. Although she had come in from day one scantily attired, I had no idea that she looked like that. Not a blemish anywhere. Not a scar, scratch or bump. Her breasts, yes breasts, not tits, were just right. Not too large, not too small. Not saggy and not silicone injected. In other words, perfect! Her nipples were bright pink and puffy. I undressed in such a hurry that I almost ripped my clothes. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt and then pulled it over my head, not wanting to take the time to finish unbuttoning it. I stepped out of my shoes and dropped my pants with my shorts in them. She lay on the sofa with her legs spread, inviting me to partake of her wondrous looking pussy. No inner lips peeking at me, just a perfect pussy with moist outer lips. I was shaking with lust as I moved over her. All of a sudden, all of the prom queens, homecoming queens, cheerleaders and other so-called popular girls were personified by this flaxen haired child below me. It was in my heart to wreck this child's pure sweet pussy. I was going to ravage her and take my revenge on every female who had ever rejected me. "Put it in Heidi," I demanded. "Place my dick at the entrance to your pussy." She took my dick in her hand and pulled me to the entrance of her steamy, hot cauldron. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as the head of my dick pushed open her tight pussy. I kept up a steady push until I could feel my pelvis bumping hers. I laid there a minute letting my dick soak in her. I wanted her to get use to my fat dick. Then I started moving in and out, slowly at first. The pressure of her pussy around my dick was so intense that I couldn't maintain my slow strokes. I could hear her grunting every time I slammed my dick home. Then, I could feel the muscles in her pussy, her sweet young tender pussy, contracting around my dick. Her breathing became ragged and she pulled me tighter against her. Her breath was hissing between her teeth as her orgasm overtook her. She was shaking as though she was cold. Her body was bucking beneath mine as she had a cum, then another, and another. They were coursing through her body like electric currents. Suddenly, I couldn't hold it any longer. I reared up and thrust my dick all the way into her ravaged pussy. "Good God!" I groaned. My dick seemed to shoot an endless supply of sperm into her pussy. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Her tongue was dancing a dance of lust in my mouth. My dick finally slowed and then stopped its eruption of sperm in Heidi's molten pussy. And then, my shame overcame me. For I realized that all of the years of holding that grudge against those schoolgirls was so insane. Here, I had a woman child in my thrall. All I could think of was revenge. How truly stupid! How much of life had I missed because of my hurt? How much of love had I missed out on? Being an accountant, I knew the amount was incalculable. But, I was determined to make up for it. Heidi and I lay together for some time. I traced her nipples, making her giggle. I ran my fingers over her pubic mound playing with the clit hooded between her pussy lips. As I played with her, she became aroused and I did too. A myth among black men my age is that we don't eat pussy. Well, I do. Every time I have a chance I will suck a woman's pussy. I eased down between Heidi's legs kissing my way as I went. I sucked her beautiful nipples and tasted their pure sweetness. As I passed her pubic mound, I kissed it all over. I could hear her breathing quicken as I worked my way down. I gently pulled the cum soaked lips of her pussy apart and jabbed my tongue into it. I could taste her secretions mixed with mine. It created a tangy flavor that I didn't mind. As my tongue jabbed at her pussy, she would moan and twitch. Finally, I licked my way up to her clit. At that point, I think she lost her mind. She was moaning, crying and begging me for release. I flicked my tongue over her clit, first sideways and then up and down. When I tried to capture the slick love button with my lips and suck it, her ass bounced up and down and almost threw me off of her. She grabbed my head and pulled it hard to her pussy. I had to twist my head to catch my breath. As I sucked and flicked her clit, she was babbling insanely. Suddenly, she became rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her breath expelled in a great gust. She bucked against my face. Her pussy expelled fluid onto my face. She weakly pulled me up to her as her massive orgasm subsided. "Fuck me, Ward, fuck me please," she pleaded. I moved up over her and she grabbed my dick and almost threw it into her pussy. Her heels were beating a tattoo against my hips as I drove my fat dick into her pussy. I was sure the squishing sound could be heard across the street. She was giving as good as she was getting. She met my every thrust with a thrust of her own. Her pussy was exquisitely tight even though it was sopping wet. I varied my thrusts into her pussy. Fast. Slow. Slow. Fast. Then I rammed my dick home and held it there. I could feel her pelvis grinding her clit against my dick. Every movement of her pussy was beyond description. Suddenly, I could tell I was going to cum. I couldn't believe it! I always had control of my dick and when it would cum. Now, this child, this mere woman child had made me lose control of my dick's eruptions. As I groaned, my dick erupted again with a fountain of molten sperm. I imagined my sperm splashing against the back of Heidi's pussy, forcing its way into her womb to impregnate her. As we came down from our sexual highs, we caressed each other and lay in each other's arms for a bit. Finally, I got up and cleaned myself up. "Get up Heidi, it's time you earned your pay around here." Summer Help Ch. 02 Suddenly the doorbell rang. I had on just a light, unbuttoned blouse, over my bra and panties. I still had my heels on. I heard Tommy open the door and exclaim: "What the fuck are you doin' here?" I ran out to the living room, half naked as I was. There in the doorway stood Ward Joseph. He was immaculately dressed in suit and tie. He must have come directly from work. I couldn't believe he did this knowing I lived with Tommy, nearly my fiancé. At 6'3", Tommy towered over Ward. "Look asshole. You came at the wrong time! I know you been screwin' Heidi, ok! Now you're about to get your ass kicked." "I don't think so, boy," Ward answered quietly, confidently. "In the Marines, I was a Master Karate trainer for ten years. Now, if you'd like to see if I still have what it takes...and maybe want to take the whupping of your life...at the hands of an old man, half your size...and in front of Heidi, here...well, go on, take your best shot. I'm not going anywhere." Ward stood there just a few feet from Tommy, staring him down. Tommy stood frozen. I could see red rising from his neck to his face. As the long moments passed, he seemed to be losing his nerve before this arrogant, assertive, little black man. Finally, Tommy broke eye contact. "Hey, if she wants you...that's her decision," Tommy's voice quaked nervously. "Exactly," Ward confirmed. "I'm glad you've come to see the light, boy. Now why don't you go for a little walk while I have a visit with Heidi?" I couldn't believe that this wouldn't rile Tommy back into a fighting heat. But he just stood there, again, for along few moments. Then he abruptly grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, red-faced. Ward casually slammed the door behind him. "You've got to send him packing, tonight. You deserve much better...much better, and much blacker," he said, arms spread with a wide grin. Ward Joseph then took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, we both began undressing as though we were a married couple who had been together for years. After getting completely naked, I took Ward's clothing and put it on a hanger. I noticed there was no room in the closet, so I took some of Tommy's clothes and through them on the floor. I pictured the closet sans Tommy's wardrobe and realized there would now be enough room for Ward to leave some of his clothes here. It would make it easier for him to stay overnight. We climbed into bed and kissed deeply. "What made you come over tonight?" I asked. "Needed some of this..." he answered nonchalantly. "Weren't you concerned about Tommy?" "You kidding? He's a boy. Like I said before, I want his lazy, white butt out of here tomorrow." I nodded. "I understand, sweetheart. And I agree." Ward rolled me over onto my back and began mounting me. His manhood felt as thick as a beer can as he poked it to my nether lips. I understood what he wanted. I reached down and guided the thick, meaty cudgel into my aching and wet cunt. Ward drove himself home with a fast, hard thrust. I felt skewered for his enjoyment. He now lifted my legs up over his shoulders and bent me back for maximum penetration. With that, his hips began to jackhammer his bloated dick into me. I was being impaled by a man who would have easily met the description of 'sex machine'. Ward Joseph at 5'6" was now mounting the 6'3" Tommy Richards' fiancé. And with each pounding thrust into my womb, the diminutive black man was taking me from the larger White. Somewhere out in the dark, Tommy was forced to back off, while the true alpha male, Ward Joseph, took his woman for breeding. I moaned aloud under the violent, breeding assault of Ward Joseph. My large breasts—always too large for my slender frame—were now bouncing wildly about, nearly hitting me in the chin, as Ward pounded and pummeled himself into me. "Ooooooo Ward!!!" I whinnied, as he rode me so roughly I thought the bed would give way. Then he grunted and I felt his balls lift and his dick spasm. He came in heavy viscous loads that flooded my womb. Tommy had always used condoms. I had never even thought to ask Ward Joseph to wear a condom. It would have seemed ludicrous. And I would never have had the nerve to ask it anyway. Ward wasn't the kind of man you ask to be protected from. On the contrary, I wanted him in me. I wanted him skin to skin. I wanted to feel the vitality of his naked blackness penetrating me, and I wanted to feel the warmth of his seed filling me and over flowing from me...as if I were a white, blonde chalice made only to be filled with his virile African Seed. I could feel the gooey semen oozing down the crack of my ass. Ward was still cumming though. It continued to run down the crack of my ass and began to pool on the bed, staining through the sheets to the mattress. I felt as though a volcano had erupted within me and a hot, thick river of lava now ran down over my ass. My legs wrapped around Ward's hips: "Make me a baby, honey," I whispered in his ear. To those words I felt his dick spasm again, causing more African lava to run down over my cheeks to what was once to be Tommy's and my marital bed. Tommy seemed to be a million years in the past. I was only concerned now with the 50-year-old, black man on top of me...Ward Joseph. After several minutes Ward rolled off me and went to the bathroom to pee. When he re-entered the room, I could see that, amazingly, he was starting to get hard again. He got on the bed straddling my face, his knees beside my shoulders. The black man I found 'gross' 3 days before for looking me over now began to jerk his dick just inches over my face. He smirked down at me as he stroked the thickening meat just an inch below my nose. I knew what he was intending. It was crude, but I didn't care. I wanted what ever would please him. As he stroked away, I leaned up and kissed the jerking head of his dick. It made my lips wet. I looked up into his eyes as I stroked his thighs. Soon I found my hand cradling his over sized balls, tickling and jiggling them to aid him in my own debasement. "Many times I had to be forced to just look at a girl like you, Heidi, and then go do this over a toilet, babe...now I have your gorgeous face to do it over. Don't I?" I nodded my assent with a resigned smile. I could feel a sprinkling now of pre-cum that was flying here and there, onto my face, from the head of his rampant member. Then the dam burst and thick, jetting bursts of viscous semen shot into my face. I closed my eyes and winced as I was hit again and again with powerful volleys from Ward Joseph's virile loins. One shot hit my forehead and ran into my eye, closing it shut. Another went over the bridge of my nose and ran down my cheek. Yet another went into my hair, and one burst shot up my nose causing me to cough and choke, as Ward Joseph smiled down on his young, blonde target. "I remember that smug little attitude you had the first day, bitch. I wanted to wipe it out of my memory. I want to remember you always, just the way you look now." I looked up through my one uncovered eye. Ward placed the sticky head of his dick to my lips. I strained to take it into my mouth. Again, he smile down at me, hands on his hips. He looked down at me, my lips stretched around the barrel of his fat, black dick, his cum poring down my face. Ward straddled just a bit. I could feel him rubbing his hairy balls on my chin. "Don't want to get whisker-burn, now do you, Heidi?" he laughed. I couldn't smile back because he had my mouth filled with him. Finally, Ward pulled his dick from my mouth, it made a loud pop. He began to rub the nozzle of his meat over my cum-glossed face, and then feed it into my mouth. First he wiped my left cheek and brought it to my lips, then the right. It was as if he was using his dick as a ladle, feeding a hungry child. "That's it, Heidi. My, my, child! You are a hungry little Swiss Miss today aren't you? Well, this is one African man who is going to keep that little belly of yours full—in more ways than one!" I continued to be fed by Ward until most of the thick globs of his discharge were wiped from my face and swallowed. My face was still sticky and shiny with my black lover's seed. Ward's cumming all over my face seemed to me like an animal's marking his territory. He wanted it to be clear to me that I was his now, no one else's...and least of all, Tommy's. I smiled up at him. I would have been just as happy to bathe in his cum if he'd wanted me to. Summer Help Ch. 02 Even though we eventually had 4 children, her pussy remains to this day, tight, pretty and so very tasty. I have licked her pussy until she has passed out from pleasure. She has sucked my dick until it was sore. And through it all, we have remained in love. I gave her ex boyfriend a job washing cars in the parking lot at my office. Eventually, I made him a deal. I fronted the money for a reinforced trailer and an old pickup truck. I equipped the trailer with a portable power washer and equipment to wash cars anywhere. He had to pay me back, with interest or I would have him hurt. At least, that's the threat I used. He paid me back and has a going concern with his business. My love for Heidi made me a changed person. No longer did I concern myself with revenge and hate. That didn't mean I was all peace and love. But my rough edges were taken off by Heidi We have a good life. I love Heidi and my children more than anything. Life is good!!! This story was co written by LeasaJ and trainman_d. Let us know how you feel about it! Summer Help Minutes must have drawn on when I found my arms wrapped about his neck. I was aggressively kissing this strangely sexual and assertive little man. Mr. Joseph’s black hands now cupped the cheeks of my ass and massaged them through my skirt. Soon he’d pulled the skimpy skirt up and mauled my ass cheeks roughly, under the skirt. I was so wet now...I was afraid what I might do with my demanding black superior, right there in a corner of the office—when suddenly, Mr. Joseph stopped, pulled away, and returned to his office. I stood weak kneed and stunned at the abrupt end of his usage of me. After attending to myself in the ladies room, I finished the day of work. I knew at the end of the day I should just leave and never come back. But, instead, I found myself entering Ward Joseph’s office to let him know I was leaving for the day. It’s hard to explain what I was thinking about...I guess I wasn’t thinking. My body was just reacting...reacting to the power of this slight, but bullish, black man who had taken his blonde quarry—in just one day. In my mind I thought briefly of Tommy, and hoped, if he ever found out, he’d forgive me. “I’ll be leaving now, Mr. Joseph,” I said, meekly to the little black man bent over work papers. “That’s fine, Heidi,” he said, without looking up. “But tomorrow I’d like you to leave the panty hose at home. I’m thinking a plaid skirt with knee high sox would look nice on you,” then he looked up at me, holding me in a grim glare, over the rims of his reading glasses. “Clear?” After a long pause, in which I struggled not to tell him to go fuck himself, I heard my response, as if coming from someone else in the room: “Yes, sir.” Ward Joseph’s Story Part 2 Monday morning, I took Heidi around and introduced her to Billy, my assistant and the other accountant. Billy has a very inflated opinion of himself. But he is a good guy anyway. He ogled Heidi up and down while shaking her hand. I could see her trying to pull her hand away. “Okay Billy, turn her loose,” I said. He leered at her suggestively as she moved away from him. I took Heidi into my office and told her, “Anna is out for an operation. We need you to fill in for her duties. Anna is the company bitch. We only need one.” I was looking pointedly at her. “In other words, if bitchy is your attitude, leave it at home.” I showed her around the rest of the office. My office is a converted residential building. With a few renovations, it had been made into a very comfortable office. As we moved through the building, I touched Heidi’s back, moving my hand down to her hips. Her hips felt just fine. My head came up to just above her shoulders. I am not a tall, well-built man at all. As a younger man, it seemed as though rejection was my middle name because of my stature. In particular, there had been a stunningly beautiful white girl in college who was particularly mean. Her comments were barbed and cruel. There had been another white girl that I had hit it off with but after the remarks from the beauty, that white girl started shunning me. The black girls were no better. Finally, in my senior year, I had met an older black woman who was working on her degree. She looked past my physical stature. I had always heard that us black men had super large penises and extra large balls. I knew I had a fat dick but not a particularly long one. She seemed to adore my dick. She would suck it and lick it for what seemed like hours. I was hooked on older women, usually Black or Hispanic women. I shunned white women, even older ones who looked good. Until the explosion of STD’s, I would often hire older hookers for sex. Now, I either stroked my dick or when desperate, hired a hooker and wore a rubber. Many of the hookers demanded a rubber, so it worked out. I don’t care what they say though, safe sex or not, fucking with a rubber is not as good as riding bareback. I had Heidi start filing folders in the file cabinets in my office. I watched as she bent over for the lower drawers. Her short skirt would ride up her hips, exposing her panty-covered ass. In time, she would learn to squat instead of bending over but right now, it wasn’t my place to instruct her on that. As the day progressed, the sight of her big titties jiggling under her sheer blouse and her sweet succulent ass had me on fire. Lunchtime in the office was staggered so that someone would always be there to answer the phones. I had Heidi come to lunch with me. Our parking lot is behind the office. It is screened by shrubbery, which afforded privacy. “What are we having for lunch Mr. Joseph?” Heidi inquired. “Don’t know about you but I am having you for lunch,” I said. She giggled nervously, but I was pretty damn sure she didn’t know how to react or what to think. At lunch I made sure she had a few glasses of wine. On the way back I made my play. I was surprised too—the best looking girl I’d seen in years, yet she was pretty easy. When we got back to the parking lot after lunch I unbuttoned her blouse, pushing her bra up so I could play with her titties. Then I pushed her head down into my lap and whipped out my dick. I’d waited years for this kind of opportunity with a good looking girl like this. She hopped to her knees right there in the car and took my dick in her hand. She raised it up so she could lick my balls and the underside of my thick dick. I stroked her hair as she licked my dick. Then she took the head of it into her mouth. She had to stretch her lips a bit to get the head in. Once the crown was past her lips though, she took the rest of it in. I could see her cheeks drawing in as she sucked my dick. It had always been a joke among Black men that White girls would rather suck a dick than fuck one. This girl was sucking like she was starving. I could feel the cum rising as she fondled my balls. I could see that she had my entire black dick in her mouth. The contrast between my black skin and her white skin was very erotic. My pubic hair is very gray. It contrasted sharply with the blonde hair on her head. I was determined to cum in her mouth. I wanted her to swallow all of my cum. As the first blast of cum exploded in her mouth though, she pulled off my dick and a blast of cum went onto her blouse. She put it back into her mouth and sucked me until my balls were drained. Finally, I was spent. She almost spat my dick out. I could see little drops of cum in the corners of her mouth. Her face was covered with shame as she realized that she had sucked and swallowed the cum from a short, fat black man. I had intended to manipulate her pussy so that she would cum but after seeing her face, I thought, fuck it. This bitch thinks she is hot shit. If she wants to work here, I will bring her out of that hot shit attitude. “Put your titties back in your bra and straighten your clothes,” I said, pulling her close and wiping my dick on her blouse. As I sat there catching my breath, she discovered the blob of cum on her blouse. She didn’t have any tissue and I wasn’t going to give her my handkerchief. I could see the cum stain drying on her blouse. “Lunch is over,” I said nonchalantly. For the rest of the day, every time I had occasion to get up from my desk, I would pat her ass, squeeze her tits or just fondle her body. She would try to turn away but I kept it up. Billy saw me a couple of times and gave me his shit-eating grin. She was filing some papers in the little bedroom we called the filing room. The walls were lined with filing cabinets and storage boxes. As I came up behind her, I grabbed her tits from behind. I roughly pinched her nipples. “Please Mr., Joseph,” she pleaded. “I just want to do this job. I need this job.” “This is your job Heidi,” I explained. “Doing just as I tell you is your job. Do you understand?” She hesitated. “Answer me dammit!” “Yes Mr. Joseph,” she stammered. As I leaned toward her, my dick was rubbing up and down the crack of her ass. I kissed the nape of her neck I turned her around and started kissing her lips. I could hear Billy, the asshole, say, “Excuse me.” But I kept on kissing Heidi. At first, she resisted. But now, her resistance lessened much faster. I was manipulating her nipples, first one and then the other through her clothes. Suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck and started returning my kisses. Very passively at first, and then more passionately. I reached around and grabbed her ass. I was massaging her ass cheeks through her clothes. She was responding now. It was as though she had somehow decided to give in to my ministrations. But my memory of how the white girl at college resurfaced. Heidi wasn’t the girl but she looked like her and my humiliation and remembrance of those times made me want to humiliate this girl beyond reason. I should’ve been ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t. I abruptly stopped feeling her body and walked back to my office. I could tell that she was stunned by the sudden way I stopped feeling her body. Good, I thought. There’s lots more to cum little girl. For the rest of the day, I could sense her glancing at me every time she entered my office. . “Mr. Joseph,” Heidi said. “I’m leaving for the day.” I could sense that she was deciding not to come back. But I wasn’t going to make it any easier. “Good night Heidi,” I said, without looking up. “Are you familiar with Catholic School uniforms?” I asked her. “You know, plaid skirts and knee high socks?” “Ye… yes sir,” she stammered. “Good. Tomorrow, I want you to wear that outfit, without the panty hose,” I declared. “Oh, and I want you to wear a red bra. Understand?” I looked up at her with a no nonsense look. She dropped her head and said, “I understand Mr. Joseph.” “Good night Heidi,” I said, returning to my work. I wondered what her home life was like. Probably pretty good. A tall, fat-dicked white boy to go home to and let him comfort her. I bet she wouldn’t tell him what happened though. She would have to admit her enjoyment of things. With that, I chuckled as I finished up the day’s work. Heidi’s Story Part 2 After shopping for the skirt and sox, I arrived home to find Tommy slouched on the sofa watching a baseball game. He only briefly noticed the large stain on my blouse and asked about it. I told him I spilled some coffee and that was the last he said about it. After all, Tommy would never have thought in a million years that it was really a stain of my new black employer’s cum, which had drooled there from my chin after having sucked him off in the parking lot following lunch, would he? Tommy also asked about all the new clothes I was buying; I told him I needed more clothes for work—period. He never mentioned it again. He was just glad I was paying the rent. My mind boggled over the clothes bill, though. I was now starting to spend about a third of the money I was making on clothes to please and impress my new boss. It felt almost as if I were his whore and that dressing for him was now the main part of the job. It was demeaning in a way...and yet it strangely excited me. I never dreamed I would react this way to being treated purely as a sex object—but I did. I felt sexier and more alive than I ever had before. I got into the shower and turned on the burst of hot soothing water. Sitting along the rim of the tub, I thought back about all the black boys who had asked me out since junior high school. I had always turned them down. I never saw it as racist, but I just wouldn’t consider dating a black guy. Now I wondered what, perhaps, I had missed. After all, if a pudgy, little, middle-aged man like Ward Joseph could do to me what he had, seemingly easily, done, then what might a healthy, ‘young buck’ do? My mind went back and forth, as I wondered if maybe it was in fact Ward’s age that gave him the added confidence I found so difficult to resist. Perhaps it was older black men that were so difficult to say no to—whom were so over-sexed. I remembered an African-American history teacher I had in one of my college classes, “The Black Experience.” Being brought up in a very conservative, very white family, I found him—and his views—arrogant and abrasive. Now as I remembered him, and how he strode confidently across the classroom as he lectured, I found my fingers diddling away at my clit. I could here his voice, barking out about injustice and the underlying pettiness and weakness of the white race, and, slowly, my thighs fell open wider, my fingers diddled faster. I imagined him glancing under my skirt as he lectured me on my prejudices and advantages, and my thighs spread ever wider. Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open and in walked Tommy naked. “Whoa! What goes on here? Is my girl horny or what?” he marveled. Tommy got into the shower, his skin seeming paler than I’d remembered—almost sickly. His little pecker bounced out in front of him. It paled (no pun intended) in comparison to Ward’s thick, manly cudgel. Tommy held me to him, our naked bodies against each other and kissed me. I felt nothing. I kissed back, but did not offer my tongue. Tommy’s tongue finally insisted. I opened my mouth to him, and as his tongue played in my mouth I realized I had never rinsed out since kissing Ward and, for that matter, since fellating him. Tommy was now running his tongue over the remains of my black employer’s saliva and cum. I started giggling, it seemed all so insane to me, both how much my life had changed in the last two days, and the situation of my fiancé now tonguing from my mouth the remains of a middle-aged, black man’s seed. “What’s so funny?” Tommy asked, annoyed. “Nothing. Let’s get out...” I responded. He could tell I wasn’t into his attempt at sex. He pouted the rest of the night, drinking beer and watching baseball. I spent the evening doing my nails and trying on my new outfit, trying to figure out how sexy I could look for Mr. Ward Joseph...the new man in my life. The next day I showed up to work in my extra short, plaid skirt; red, knee-high sox; and shear, white blouse. Under the blouse I wore a red brassiere that could be seen through the blouse and was cut very low, exposing my prominent cleavage. In my hair, I wore a red ribbon. I was dressed as the perfect Catholic school girl for Mr. Ward Joseph, my black boss...the man who was, in effect, paying my rent. I had learned all too well that he was not a man to be fooled with and I most definitely wanted him to be pleased with me. When I entered his office, a big smile spread across Mr. Joseph’s face. “Damn, girl! You sure take direction well, don’t you?” he said with his grin still beaming. I think he half expected I would never show up at work again. Now here I was, and dressed provocatively—just the way he’d instructed. “Come to Daddy!” he said, arms wide, implying I come sit on his lap. I did. Immediately Ward’s hands stroked my bare thighs, and then slid up under my skirt and between my thighs. There was no longer any pretense or foreplay involved. My thighs spread easily for him and I, in fact, longed to feel his fingers stroking the swollen lips of my vagina. “You like to dress for Daddy, don’t you, Heidi?” he whispered, lewdly into my ear. “Yes...” I whispered back. “Yes what, baby?” “Yes...Daddy.” Just then Billy walked into Ward’s office and stopped short in his tracks at the sight of us. I quickly shut my thighs at the shock of the interruption...I still had some modesty. Unfortunately, my thighs clamped Mr. Joseph’s hand between them. “Guess you caught me with my fingers in the cookie jar, Billy!” Ward laughed aloud, secretly proud to be caught in the situation in which we were found. “Sorry, boss,” Billy smiled, and continued to stand there staring at his boss’ black hand, which appeared devoured between my thighs. I turned my head away in embarrassment, my thighs still shut on Ward Joseph’s probing hand. “Well, Billy, how can I help you, dude?” Ward asked the young assistant casually, his hand still engulfed between my thighs. From there the two men started to carry on a brief conversation about some office issue. As they were carrying on there casual conversation, Ward began to stroke his hand between my thighs, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He did it almost unconsciously, absent-mindedly, as they spoke. Billy’s eyes were constantly darting down to observe his boss’ hand working slowly away between the young, blonde intern’s thighs. It felt so good. And Billy had already witnessed so much.... Slowly, as they spoke, I let my thighs spread to facilitate Ward’s stroking between them. First, just a little, then they spread more...and more. After several minutes, I sat there on my black boss’ lap, head buried in his shoulder, thighs spread wide apart, as this domineering black man stroked my wet pussy...all right before another young—and now, very horny—black employee. After several minutes, I could hear that Billy was sort of making things up now to prolong his stay in Ward’s office, watching his boss feel up the young blonde intern. The conversation had longer pauses and became ever more stilted, as Billy watched on, hungrily. I could feel Ward begin to insinuate his fingers under the crotch of my damp panties. His fingers began to enter me. I moaned. I heard Billy whisper, “Holy shit...!!!” as he watched Ward begin to finger me right in front of his young assistant. “You know Billy, some times a man has to take opportunity where he sees it,” Ward Joseph said softly, as he worked two more fingers into my wet, slick pussy lips. “I always take opportunities other men stupidly leave available,” Ward continued. The squishing of his fingers in my fast lubricating cunt could now be heard clearly, as he spoke to his young charge. Billy was silent. “For instance, a young man lets his beautiful fiancé go to the marketplace to pay his way...well, I say that young man is white trash. She deserves better—and she’s gonna get it! Meaning ‘me’, of course,” he chuckled. This dominant man was now working his three thick fingers in and out of me more rapidly. I could smell myself thickly in the room...and I was rapidly approaching orgasm. “I say, that young, gorgeous thing needs a Daddy...a black Daddy. One who’ll take care of her needs...all of them. And I aim to do that with Heidi, here. She’s gonna have ALL her needs taken care of by this black Daddy...aren’t you sweetheart,” he whispered to me. I nodded my assent. Then my orgasm came over me in waves...warm, warm waves. I moaned and whined and hugged Ward’s neck tightly. When it was over and I finally opened my eyes, I could see Billy still sitting there, eyes bugging out and slack jawed at what his boss had just done. “Alright, baby doll. All done for now,” Ward said, as he patted my ass for me to get up and back to work. As I stood up, Ward’s hand slid up the back of my thigh, under my skirt, and he pinched my ass. “Heidi, you are truly Grade A meat, baby doll,” he said smoothly. Then he turned me toward him, with my back to Billy, and lifted my skirt. Showing my bared ass to Billy (I had only worn a thong). “What you think, Billy?” Ward inquired of the shocked employee. Billy was stunned and silent, his pants tented out with an enormous hard-on. “Well, grab some of that, dude,” Ward said, reaching around and squeezing an ass cheek. Hesitantly, Billy reached out and stroked the smoothness of the fleshy cheeks in front of him. Then he began to pinch them. “Damn!!!” Billy muttered. Then he leaned over placing his lips to my ass. He kissed my ass and then I felt his tongue trail a wet warm streak across my buttocks. It tickled. Summer Help Billy’s hand ran along my thigh and he began to bite my ass cheeks softly. “Girl, I could eat you right now, right here,” Billy grunted, huskily. “All right, boy, that’s enough for now. I gotta get some work out of this girl today. So far, she should be paying us,” Ward Joseph chuckled, as he pulled down my now thoroughly wrinkled skirt. Mr. Joseph patted my ass again, signaling my dismissal. I stumbled out of his office on shaky legs. All I knew was that I was hot...and that I wanted more. The rest of the day was spent trying to fend off Billy’s advances while encouraging Ward’s. Billy now wanted more of what his boss had offered him a taste of—figuratively and literally. Throughout the day Billy began to grope at me. Once or twice he smacked my ass, and once at the filing cabinet he groped my breasts, just as he’d seen his boss do earlier in the day. I consistently told him no, but after what he’d witnessed that morning, nothing was dissuading him that he could also enjoy this Caucasian girl’s charms at his own pleasure. “Damn girl, you got some titties,” he whispered, as he pawed my breasts at the filing cabinet. “Billy!!! Please...you know I’m here for Mr. Joseph,” I’d try reprimanding him. Without blatantly saying it, I wanted him to realize I was Ward’s—not his. As I left at the end of the day, my blouse had a button torn, my skirt was a wrinkled mess and my thong was stretched and stained with my own secretions. I was ashamed and humiliated. I’ve become a whore, I thought. These arrogant, over-sexed black men have made me become the one thing I’d always looked down on—a whore! Mr. Joseph and Billy had spent the day feeling me, slapping my ass, and groping away at will. I couldn’t let that go on and maintain any self-respect. What would my friends or family think if they knew or ever witnessed how I’d behaved in that office...for those black men? I was determined to not return again. When I got home Tommy was there. As usual, he was watching TV and drinking beer. “Come here and gimme’ a kiss,” he demanded as I walked in the door. I just walked by him. I didn’t really feel like being with him. And I didn’t want him to smell the sex all over me from my soaked panties. I found myself in the shower again, incredibly horny. “What have these black men done to me,” I wondered. My body was in a state of constant arousal. I worked my clit under the cascading fount of water...and images came to me again. I saw myself as Scarlett O’Hara on the plantation after all the white men had gone. Could she not have ever wondered, as she watched the laboring slaves, their muscles rippling, slaked with sweat under the hot sun, whether they might not have been better lovers than Rhett or Ashley? I thought of myself as Scarlett, inviting the house slave to help move a piece of furniture upstairs in my bedchambers. Then after arriving in the bedroom, reclining casually on the big bed and asking...”John, have you ever thought of me in any way other than your master’s daughter?” He stares at me in stunned silence. “Well I’ve thought of you in other ways...ever since I was just a little girl.” More stunned silence. “Please John, come here to the bed.” The large black man approaches hesitantly, confused, but with a rising lust for what might await him. As he stands before me, sitting on the bed I lean forward and begin to unbutton his fly. “Miss Scarlett, you sho’ you want dis’?” “John, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I answer with an earnestness that convinces him that I am now his property, not he mine. I pull the large black dick from his pants and look up into his eyes deeply, as I shuck the meaty weapon. Then as the flower of all that is Southern and Confederate, I take the black, sweaty dick into my mouth and begin the age-old labor, bobbing and sucking, to bring forth the rich black seed with which only John can bless me. After all, Tara will need a new generation of strong, young—dark—men to work it. Suddenly—I came in the shower!!! “Oooooooooooooo...yessss...” I had never in my young life experienced the quantity and quality of orgasms as I had since meeting Ward Joseph. My black employer had brought my young white body to life as no white boy had ever been capable of doing. I realized I would be returning to Mr. Ward Joseph’s office the next day, after all. It was to my previous white, middle-class life to which I would not be returning...ever. Please let us know what you thought...email at the end of the story.