torture.
Mindy thought the redhead would have made a great Gestapo or SS officer. Michelle had both the disposition and inclination to be vicious.
'Ah, my pretty pretty jokes! That's fine because you will need a sense of humor. Come along. You're going to get your first taste of dark meat.'
Mindy silently rose to her feet, wondering what the woman meant by that remark.
She soon found out. Alone in a room outfitted to look like a posh business suite sat a powerfully built black man. When Mindy walked in, the man said in a deeply resonant, educated voice, 'Please be seated. We shall begin dictation in a moment.'
Mindy sat in the indicated chair, wondering what this guy's trip was. Why did he have to play the big-time executive? She knew that a pauper never, but never got into The Institute. This black guy had to be loaded with money, possibly power, and was probably a high-level executive.
Why did he have to pretend?
The black man stirred slightly in his plush chair, then said, 'I've wanted to say this for some time, Mrs. McGill. May I call you Nancy? I know your name is Lil, but everybody calls you Nancy.'
Mindy was perplexed. Was the man insane, or did he just have some freaky little fantasy he enjoyed acting out?
She figured she could play along and see where it led. 'That's fine. Calling me Nancy, I mean.'
'Thank you, Nancy. I suppose you know that I don't have any dictation today.' His eyes glided over her body, taking in every curve and seductive bulge. Mindy couldn't help but think, although she couldn't see his lap, that he had a pronounced bulge there, too.
'Nancy… I've wanted you for so long it's become an obsession.' He stood, towering over Mindy. He was heavy, perhaps two hundred twenty pounds and tall, topping six feet three. He began to pace, hands locked behind his back.
'I've always been afraid you'd refuse me. Turn me down. Laugh at my overtures. I know that a secretary, and a married one, should not get involved with her boss.'
'But, Nancy, I love you madly.'
'What do you want me to do?' Mindy was becoming interested in this entire scenario being unfolded in front of her.
'Suck me off.'
Mindy sighed and settled back into her chair. At least the guy was being very straight-forward about voicing his desires. Mindy carefully studied his powerful frame and wondered again why he didn't just proposition the real Nancy McGill. Any woman would be a fool to turn down a man who was rich, powerful and as brawny as this guy.
'Let me tell you something about women, uh…' Mindy hesitated. She didn't know his name and was afraid to ask. 'Let me say this. Women like strong men, good-looking men. You're certainly good-looking, but you're being far too timid. I won't suck you off because you're begging me.'
'It should be the other way around. I should be begging you for your gorgeous, long black cock. And if I don't, you should tell me to.'
The man continued to pace, then stopped and looked squarely into the girl's brilliant emerald green eyes.
'You're very perceptive, Nancy. Too much, I think. I order people around all day long. They are pawns in my financial empire. I want something more from you than my having to order you to get down on your knees.'
His voice held the snap of command, and Mindy felt herself slipping out of the chair and dropping to her knees to stare up at the towering giant of 'her' boss.
'Unzip my fly.'
Mindy hurriedly fumbled with the man's zipper, and the huge black cock snapped out like an opening switchblade knife. She stared in mute amazement at the man's prick. It gleamed a blue-black in the florescent lighting of the room and twitched slightly with barely suppressed passions for his beloved Nancy McGill. Mindy gingerly reached out and clutched it in her hand, surprised at the girth. She'd seen quite a few cocks since she'd been in The Institute, some longer than this man's. But she had never encountered a prick that was so large in circumference. If he attempted to bury this spike of black meat in her cunt, he could rip her open all the way to the chin!
She tenderly stroked his tool, feeling blood pump continuously into the lusty rod and expanding it even more than it already was. Mindy wondered how large it would grow. She could close her hand around it now, but if the cylinder of man meat continued to expand, she'd have difficulty closing her slender fingers around it.
'Hmmm, Nancy, that feels good. Keep stroking it, keep fondling my cock.'
Mindy didn't answer. She had already tired of merely feeling the warmth and softly rippled surface. She wanted more and was determined to get it. The girl began lightly kissing the purple-black cockhead, lavishing wet kisses all over the hooded head of the black man's shaft. When Mindy reached the ultra sensitive triangle of skin immediately underneath the tiny pinprick hole in the end of the rod, she gently nipped at the folds of flesh.
Mindy thought the man was going to lose his mind. He shrieked, 'Ooooohhh Goddddd! Moooore! I want mooore!' In his passion, the girl noticed that he spoke with a slightly British accent, just like a friend of hers who had come to the U.S. from Bristol.
Ignoring such minor things as accents, the girl obliged his whim. She began licking, carefully biting and kissing the sensitive area, giving it all the attention it had apparently lacked. She finally took just the black head of his dick into her mouth and began to lightly gnaw on the resilient flesh. The man groaned and writhed with increasing passion, pivoting around the spike buried in Mindy's mouth.
Mindy's mouth formed an 'O', and she began to suck, gradually at first and only at the very tip of his dong. As her cheeks sank and became more and more concave, she lowered herself on the long, black cock and homed in on the curly bush of his crotch hair.
She didn't miss a wrinkle of skin, a single inch of his prick on her carnal journey to his groin. Her lips strained to surround his tool. His rod had grown so large, her jaws cracked with the unnatural exertion she was having forced upon her. But Mindy didn't care. The girl had never before tasted such a wonderful cock.
She had been raised on white meat. The teenager had to admit that black meat wasn't all that bad, either.
Mindy carefully guided is huge whang into her mouth, the top of his cocktip sliding wetly along the roof of her mouth. She was no Linda Lovelace, but she had learned how to take a man's prick without gagging. She didn't know whether to thank Michelle and The Institute for that or not.
Until now. Now she was happy that the other, less pleasant experiences had been forced on her. Mindy could happily enjoy as much of this succulent, tasty treat as possible without the slightest bit of discomfort.
Her lips felt the bristly hairs of his crotch. She wiggled her nose, wrinkled it and began rubbing it into the area around his rigid cock. The man's legs turned to water and he sank to the floor, unable to stand any longer.
Mindy's agile mouth followed him to the ground. He spread his legs slightly to allow her full access to his prick. That glistening black shaft jutted proudly, bounced and quivered in anticipation as his fantasy began coming true. Nancy and Mindy was sucking him off!
Mindy reached out to gently touch the hairy little sac dangling under the monstrous cock she so avidly sucked. She tweaked the tightly compacted balls, toyed with them, then squeezed the slightest bit until the man's pleasure increased by leaps and bounds.
And that pleasure was rapidly reaching its ultimate peak, too. The black stud kept moaning over and over, 'Nancy, oh, Nancy, darling! Suck on it harder! Harder!'
Mindy tried her damnedest. Her diaphragm was already beginning to tense under the exertion. But she continued her sucking the best she could. The cocksucking girl slowly traveled the length of the man's shaft with her mouth. There was no great difficulty fitting the black prick into her mouth; the only problem she encountered was the huge girth of the tool.
This dick was huge! She lightly scored his cock as she descended towards his belly, taking his rod into her wet oral cavern once more. Her teeth brushed against the sides of his cock and strained nerves that had probably never been activated before. It was everything Mindy could do to follow his bucking, wildly thrashing hip
