his tongue into my navel, then pulling my legs up over his shoulders as he sticks his tongue into my pussy while he continues playing with my nipples, gently pulling and rolling and twirling them, while rapidly flicking his tongue against my clit, teasing my pussy. Mmmm, it starts to feel so good, and I begin to beg him to stop teasing me, beg him to let me feel his throbbing dick inside of me. But he doesn’t. He continues to torture me with his tongue until my pussy walls are quivering for the thrust of his dick.
Finally, when he has my pussy sopping wet, he slides his dick into my hot canal, slowly, inch by inch, then pulls out to the tip. He does this several times, taunting me. My pussy is on fire! I am screaming for the dick! Literally begging for the dick. And he gives me exactly what I want as he slides his dick back in, pushes deep into me, then pulls out again.
Push.
I moan.
Pull.
I grab for him.
Push.
I moan again.
He pulls out again. Tip-drills me. Slow-fucks the inner walls of my pussy until it begins to quiver.
There’s an erotic sexual energy building up between us, and its intensity is driving me crazy with desire. He feels it too—this mounting, uncontrollable surge of animalistic pleasure. He slams his dick back into me and begins pounding my pussy, burying his dick deep inside of me, hitting the bottom of my well.
I tell him: “Fuck this sweet black pussy…hmmm, give me that big white dick. Oh, yes! Fuck me.”
And he’s saying: “Damn, you got some good pussy. Wet this big white dick with that sweet juice. Yeah, that’s it, grab that big dick! Oh, shit! You like this big cock?”
I am moaning. He’s groaning. I lean on my elbows and watch his dick glide in and out of my slippery love nest, slick and glistening from my wetness. He goes deeper and deeper and deeper, getting lost inside of me, then he pulls out and allows the head of his dick to brush up against my clit, before slapping it with his heavy dick. My dripping pussy opens and closes, waiting with anticipation. But instead of feeding my pussy with his dick, he goes back down on me and laps my clit and pussy, sucking out my sweet, sticky cream. He tongue-fucks me for what seems like forever, then lifts up and rams his dick back into me, alternating between dick-fucking and tongue- fucking me. I am grunting and groaning and moaning and screaming as I climax and nut all over his dick and tongue.
Suddenly, he flips me over and begins to dig me out doggie-style, nice and slow. Mmmm, he leans into my ear and talks real nasty, slapping my soft ass. Oh, how his dick is stretching me, making my sugar walls shake with pleasure. His thrusts become deeper and faster and harder until my pussy squirts a creamy juice all over his cock. When the heat from his balls reaches its boiling point, he pulls out, yanks off the condom, then splashes a bucket of hot cum all over my ass and back. Mmmm.
Without thought, I shift in my seat, uncrossing, then crossing my legs again to ease the tingling sensation between my thighs.
“…Does anyone have any questions?” I hear him asking, snapping me out of my trance. I feel a dampness clinging between my legs. At some point during Mr. Lennon’s speech I have cum in my panties. I am thankful I’m wearing a panty-liner. I glance around the room, taking in the faces of those present. When no one raises their hand or stands, he remains planted in his spot, waiting. But no one is interested in prolonging this meeting. He finally realizes this. “Well, I guess that’s it for now. We’ll keep you posted as things progress. I’ll be meeting with all department heads in the coming weeks. Thanks for your time. This meeting is adjourned.”
Before I can make a mad dash to the ladies’ room to remove my wet liner, which now feels like it is sticking to my pussy lips, Everett’s voice drifts toward me, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh hey, Everett,” I say, turning around and willing my eyes to stay on his instead of allowing them to roam his manly body. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” he says. “But I’d be even better if you’d stop running from me and let me take you out.”
I playfully roll my eyes, sucking my teeth. “Running, Me?” I ask coyly, looking around the room. I laugh. “Oh, you’ve got me confused. I’m not running from you. I’m keeping my interaction with you strictly professional. There’s a difference.”
“Is that so? Are you heading back to your office?”
“Yes, Everett,” I say, feeling myself getting lightheaded from his cologne, and from the lack of dick in my life this week. I envision myself on my knees wearing nothing but a red G-string and my six-inch red Christian Louboutin pumps, being fucked doggie-style by him. I imagine that he knows I like it when a man yanks my string to the side and slides his dick in. And he gives it to me precisely how I like it, pumping deep inside of me while pulling the string and letting it pop against my soft ass. I’m throwing my ass up on his dick, taking it all in, allowing him to feed my cum-soaked pussy every inch of his goodness. I swallow hard, blink away the image, and make a mental note to schedule a tune-up.
“Good. I’ll walk with you to the elevators.” He lowers his voice. “So, when you gonna let me take you out?” he asks as we slowly stroll out of the conference room. “You know I’m gonna keep asking you until I get a ‘yes’ from you.”
“There’ll be no ‘yes.’ I told you before, I don’t mix pleasure with business, so you’re wasting your breath and your time.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard all that before.” He moves in closer. “Listen, I know you’re all private and all. But I can assure you, it’ll be discreet.”
“Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “Not interested.”
“Okay, then how ’bout we get together for a business dinner, two colleagues merely unwinding after a long day at the office?”
I laugh, shaking my head. This man doesn’t give up, and I like that about him. His persistence is appealing. Too bad it doesn’t change my mind about workplace dating.
In the six years I’ve been here, I have seen at least ten colleagues get involved with coworkers, and none of those situations have worked out. If anything, it made their working conditions practically unbearable ’cause everybody and their mother knew their business. A chick who was fucking one of the graphic designers ended up losing her job because she couldn’t bring her ass to work like she was supposed to because she was too depressed over their break-up. Give me a damn break! I’m sorry, but there is no damn way I’m going to lose a job over some nigga and his dick. Anyway, workplace romances can get too messy and complicated for me, and I’m not the one.
“We don’t work in the same department, so what would we need to talk about?” I ask. There’s a large crowd of people waiting to get on one of the three elevators on each side of the hallway.
“Here,” he says, gently taking me by the arm and ushering me past the crowd. “Let’s catch the ones on the other end of the building.” I follow along. “Anyway, I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“Yeah, I’m sure we could. But if it’s only you and me out to dinner, then it’s a date. And I’m not up for dating, especially not someone I
“But we don’t
“Nice try, but no cigar,” I say, catching sight of Nahdirah talking to another one of these phony bitches up in here.
He tosses his arms open in mock defeat, flashing a beautiful, ultra-white smile as we step into the elevator. “Can’t knock a brotha for trying,” he says, shaking his head. “You win for now.”
“I didn’t know this was a game.”
“It’s not,” he states, eye-fucking me. He steps into my space. He lowers his voice. “You’re the one tryna make it one.”
“Hardly,” I say, stepping back from him. I can tell he’s not used to women brushing him off so easily. He’s probably used to them falling at his feet, worshipping him. I’m certain the only reason he continues to push the issue of me going out with him is because I’m one of the few women in this building who hasn’t taken him up on his offer. Yes, I’ve played in my pussy while imagining what it would be like riding his dick, but there’ll be no office
