It had been a long ass day at work. I pulled the pin out of my bun and let my hair fall over my shoulders. I placed my legs on my desk and let out a deep sigh. “Thank God it is seven and Friday!” I thought.
There was a tap at my door. Before I could tell the person to come in, my co-worker Trevor had peeked his head inside.
“Hey lady! Care to come with the boys to go get some drinks? I promise we will be on our best behavior and won’t let anyone else get your cooties”. Trevor let the word “cooties” draw out a little too long.
I knew I really just wanted to soak my tired body in a nice hot bath, enjoy the candles I would place all around and let Mint Condition relax my mind with their mellow tunes. Tonight was going to be a Neo-soul night.
I bit my lip, contemplating Trevor’s offer. What the heck. I need to brown nose with the boss in an attempt to secure the new position that was up for grabs. I knew that Mr. Lattimore would rather give the job to a male than a female. He rubbed me as a chauvinist.
“Count me in Trev!” I replied.
He did his usual corny finger guns move. I mimicked him and rolled my eyes as the door closed.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired. I wiped away the bleeding eye liner and ran my finger across my teeth to get rid of the lipstick stain. Fuck it. It is just co-workers!
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The crew met up at a trendy spot in the Vista. There were hordes of college kids and a mixture of white collar folks. Everyone was talking loudly with plastic smiles on their faces. I made eye contact with another sista who was sitting at a table full of men. I raised my eyebrow giving her the “Yeah girl, I know look”. She nodded her head and gave me a side smirk.
I saw Trevor waving his arms like an idiot to get my attention. He is so freaking corny. Let me hurry to the table before he takes flight.
“Miss Johnson! I am so glad you could make it!” Mr. Lattimore said. He put a firm grip on my shoulder. “I was starting to think that me and the guys had some kind of rancid body odor that made you stay away from our outings.”
The rest of the drones laughed in unison. I swore I could smell a fresh batch of shit from the end of their noses.
“No, Mr. Lattimore. I see these clowns for almost fourteen hours of a twenty four hour day. When my time is done, I am so happy to be rid of them and regain my sanity!” I quipped.
Trevor was the only one who laughed at my retort, as though I was on Def Comedy Jam.
Trevor has had his eye on me since the first day I came to Gifford & Lattimore, six years ago. He was so not my type. He was a relatively handsome man. But his goofball demeanor repulsed me. I felt for him like Laura felt for Steve Erkel. I seriously doubted he would ever have the privilege of morphing into the ultra cool, Stefan like Erkel did
Mr. Lattimore, on the other hand, was a very sexy man. He always wore tailored suits and rimmed spectacles; two of my weaknesses. His salt and pepper hair was a stark contrast to his youthful face. His skin was the color of polished mahogany. He was a star in many of my office fantasies. Sometime I would sit at my desk and pretend that he was hiding underneath savoring my sweet second set of lips.
I came back to reality and I took my seat amongst the boys. I sat as they gabbed about sports. Mr. Lattimore was animated when they spoke of basketball. I could not tell you a thing about football, basketball, soccer or the like. Kickball was my sport. If they had a kickball championship I would be MVP. I sipped on my margarita whenever it looked as though the attention was directed at me to add something insightful to the man talk. I am not much of a drinker but the drinks were free flowing. After I downed my third margarita, I thought if I squinted hard enough Trevor looked like Stefan. I chuckled to myself at the thought. Nah, he is still corny Trevor.
Two of the five left to get home to their wives. “Peace bitches!” I thought to myself as I managed a fake wave good bye. I guess margaritas bring out the thug in me. Whodathunkit? It was down to Trevor, Mr. Lattimore and I.
“Hey girlie, I don’t think you should be driving yourself home” Trevor replied smiling “You are a light weight huh?”
Trevor’s high pitched voice startled me, causing me to knock over a half empty drink into my lap.
“Damn- I mean shoot!” I tried to quickly cover it up. Don’t want to cuss in front of the boss.
“I am not a warden Alecia. And this is a damn moment.” Mr. Lattimore said.
He reached over and began rubbing at my thighs with his napkin. He was dabbing spots that clearly had no drink spilled. Or maybe it is the margarita talking.
“Yeah, I will take you home Alecia.” Trevor said.
I guess the expression on my face showed that I was afraid of being found dead in Trevor’s freezer in about two years after he has mutilated my lifeless body. Mr. Lattimore quickly came to my rescue.
“I will take her.” he said.
“Are you sure? It is not out of my way.” Trevor replied.
I looked at the both of them talking about me as though I were a helpless child. I tried to prove my independence by attempting to get up and grab my keys but my legs had other ideas. They did not cooperate. I slumped back into the chair defeated.
“I will take her home” Mr. Lattimore said.
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I apologized the whole ride for being a lush. I swore to Mr. Lattimore that I barely drink. I am sure I blew this promotion! Damn it! I should’ve kept my date with Mint Condition.
The leather seats of his Vantage felt like it was molding to me. If it were not for the cold air conditioning I would have been fast asleep. The cool air was sobering. My nipples protruded through my blouse in response. Why would he have the air conditioning on in the middle of winter? I crossed my arms to hide my headlights. Mr. Lattimore looked over at me and smiled wickedly.
We pulled into my place. I gathered my things for a quick escape. He rushed over to my side and opened my door.
“Thank you Mr. Lattimore. I am so sorry. Again-“
“Don’t worry about it! It happens. Seeing you knocked out by three margaritas is evident that you are not a drinker, Alecia. And I am not some uptight old man. Let loose.”
I clutched my belongings and depended on my wobbly legs to get me to the curb. Mr. Lattimore came quickly to my side, holding me by the waist.
“I must see you in.” he said.
His warm breathe swept across my neck. Involuntarily I let out a throaty moan.
I was not going to argue with the boss. He held me as we made our way up the two flights of stairs. I nervously searched for my keys. Usually, this will be the time I would try and find my keys as fast as I can while pretending that there is a serial killer behind me. But there was no serial killer. Just my handsome boss, Mr. Lattimore.
I finally opened the door and stumbled inside. Mr. Lattimore was on my heels. I turned around and was face to face to him. His strong hand ran through my hair. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me with so much passion. He took my breath away.
“I was wondering for so long what those lips would taste like” he said licking his lips “Mmm, cherry. My favorite flavor.”
I smiled like a kid just caught in the candy jar trying to use their cuteness to get out of it.
“I am hungry. May I taste your other lips?” He asked.
I didn’t’ know what to say. I nodded nervously.
His strong, tall frame was pressed against mine within seconds. He was leading me on a backwards waltz towards my couch. He eased my body down onto the seat and kneeled in front of me. Mr. Lattimore’s eyes were fixed on mine as he slowly slid off my stockings. I watched him, nervously.
“No panties. You naughty girl! I always imagined that you were pantiless or maybe hiding a sexy thong under your almost too short skirts. You are such a tease Alecia. And when I said I was hungry…I meant every word.”
With so much force, he turned me over. My bare ass was facing him. I closed my eyes wondering what was about to happen. Then I felt his lips kissing my ass. Damn. He kissed over each cheek, rubbing his face against my ass. I jumped when I felt his warm tongue glide between my cheeks. He is some kind of freak! I almost wanted to tell him to stop but curiosity made me be quiet and allow him to continue.
His tongue licked over my ass hole. He sucked at my flesh as his tongue flickered over my hole. The feeling was strange, but it felt so damned good! I began to move and jiggle my cheeks against his face. I could tell this turned him on because he gripped my cheeks harder and moaned. His tongue continued to tantalize and tease me. I could feel the moisture building up between my thighs as my pussy anxiously awaited its turn with his skillful tongue. His tongue licked my ass up and down. Up and down. I moaned and continued to shake my ass for him. I smiled to myself at what this sight from his end must be like. He let his finger stroke my clit as he continued to eat my ass.
With the same force he used to turn me over, he flipped me on my back. Daddy likes it rough I see. He buried his face between my thighs. He sucked gently on my lips. I gripped the back of his head, enjoying the warm sensation. Mr. Lattimore grabbed my hands and held them down by my sides. Hmmm. His tongue dipped in and out of my wet treat. The ridges of his tongue felt incredible gently stroking my clitoris. My clit was standing at attention as he let his tongue slide over it and over again, bathing it with each touch. He was licking me like a lollipop. I was in heaven feeling this pleasurable torture. Damn I wanted to grip his head so badly. Mr. Lattimore kept his firm grip on my wrists as he devoured me. His eyes stared at me, watching me to make sure I did not try and get free.
He made me feel as though I was his last meal. He sucked and licked on my sweet pussy as though he had been hungry for years. Now I was feeding him. His wide tongue grazed over both lips, and then he sucked them both. Then he sucked one lip. Then he would suck the other. His tongue traced the outline of my pussy. Every crevice of my center was touched by his tongue. He dipped his thick tongue deep inside of me, tongue fucking me. I could not hold it in any longer, I came and came again.
Mr. Lattimore had been licking me for what seemed like hours. I came more times than I thought was possible. My legs convulsed at each stroke of his tongue. The sound of his lips sucking on my lips turned me on. I wanted to break free of his grip so I could touch my neglected nipples. They were engorged and wanting to be free of their lacey prison. He would not set me free. He continued to devour me.
“Please Mr. Lattimore! Please!” I begged. I could not take this anymore. I needed his dick inside of me! This tongue was torture.
He finally loosened his grip a little on my wrists and lifted his head from between my thighs. His face was glistening from my lust.
“Now, I am going to let you up. But before I do, let me go over the rules with you. Do you hear me?” he said in a stern voice.
I nodded like an obedient child.
“I can’t hear you Alecia!” he said in a demanding tone.
“Yes.” I said, almost scared.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mr. Lattimore”. I said uncertainly.
“That’s a good bitch” he retorted.
I don’t know why, but being called a bitch turned me on. A good bitch at that. Hmmm.
“When I let go of your wrists Alecia, I want you to get down on the floor on all fours. I want you to brace yourself because you are about to take a lot of dick-tation” he said.
He let go of my wrists and kept a watchful eye on me. I could see the red marks left from his grip. I did not have time to carefully examine my wounds before he was grabbing me and bringing me to the floor. Should I scream now? This man must be crazy handling me like this! Yet, I obliged.
He had me on all fours. I could feel his forearm buried in my back, causing my face to be pushed down in the carpet. I could hear him fiddling with his pants and undoing his belt.
“Have you been a good bitch?” He asked.
“Yes! Yes Mr. Lattimore!”
“Don’t lie to me bitch. You will be punished for lying!” he said.
I felt the sting of the leather against my ass cheeks. I should be upset. I should get up. But I wanted to stay for the conclusion. I let out a slight whimper in mock defeat.
“Now, I will ask you again. Have you been a good bitch?”
“No. NO MISTER LATTIMORE!” I yelled out.
“So, I must punish my bitch now.”
I felt him enter my wetness. He glided in slowly, inch by inch. It seemed like forever before his pelvis was pressed against my ass. Damn, this is more dick than I had ever taken! Chills crept up my spine. My erect nipples pressed against the carpet. I squeezed my eyes tightly and let an “aaah” escape my lips.
“Does my bitch like that?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes Mr. Lattimore” I replied.
“This is punishment. You are not supposed to like it! Let me see what I can do about that.” he said.
I braced myself half concerned about what he was about to do.
Then he began digging in me like a miner digging for coal. His dick was pounding my pussy. He let his long dick pull quickly out, and push forcefully in. I tried to maintain my composure. He was so deep in my belly. He had one of my arms pinned behind my back. I kept my balance with the other and rested my face on my palms to avoid carpet burns.
He was pounding me hard. Deep. Hard. Long strokes. All of his dick was buried inside of me. Invading my belly. Making minced meat out of my insides. With one hand, he was gripping my ass tightly, angling me so I can take each inch of his thick dick. I could feel his sweat making puddles in my back. I felt so helpless. I should feel violated. But this shit felt so good. I could feel my pleasure creeping down my legs. I secretly allowed my body to explode. He continued to pound my pussy until he noticed my creamy filling covering his chocolate dick.
“Did I tell you it was okay to cum? Did I?” he yelled.
I was scared. I shook my head no.
“Now you better make me cum bitch since you got to squirt so much of that pussy juice tonight!” he yelled.
I crawled over to him and slid his dick in my mouth. I could not get all of this dick in my mouth. This had to be at least ten inches of the thickest beef. I sucked his dick nervously.
He held my chin in his hand and fed me each inch. He slowly penetrated my parted lips. I could feel the head of his manhood reach the back of my throat. I overcame my fears and opened my throat to receive him.
He watched as his dick glistened from the moisture of my mouth, moving in and out. What a beautiful sight to behold. His head fell back as he slowly fucked my face. He started off slowly, delivering his rod at a steady, rhythmic pace. His hips rocked back and forth serving his sweet dick to me. He moaned like a wounded beast as the intensity overpowered him. His muscular thighs tensed. His body was so muscular and masculine. Each muscle of his body tensed as he began to give in to this pleasure.
I kept a grip on his massiveness with one hand, allowing the other hand to reach up and touch his broad chest. I slid my hand slowly down his toned abs. I felt on his chiseled body like a blind person reading Braille, being certain not to let his dick escape my warm mouth.
He slapped my hand away.
“Did I ask you to touch me?” he said angrily.
I knew his game now. I moved my hand from his chest and continued sucking away at his dick. He grabbed my shoulder and forced his dick deep in me. I was taking in seven inches; eight inches….the whole ten was penetrating in my mouth. I nearly gagged as he continued to plow his dick in my throat. My eyes watered as I took him in. He was literally fucking my mouth. He pounded my tonsils. His massiveness stretched my mouth as far as it would go. I was not going to give in to the gag. I opened my throat even wider to let him in. He was rocking quickly. He almost knocked me over from his forcefulness.
His body began to tense again. I could feel his dick pulsating between my lips. A surge of power rushed through his prominent veins. I braced myself to swallow his creamy load.
Mr. Lattimore quickly pulled his dick from my mouth. He let his cum spew all over my face and chest. His mixture of lust even made its way in my hair. I sat there in shock and awe. I was disappointed that I was not able to feast on his life juices.
He growled like a bear, as his powerful hose continued to release. I let him shower me. It seemed as though he was coming for forever. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.
“You have to work your way up to tasting this cum.” he said arrogantly.
He got up quickly and began to slide into his pants. He stepped into his shoes and hurriedly finished dressing. Mr. Lattimore managed to locate his keys between my couch cushions. I still sat there watching him, his cum coating my body.
“See you at work tomorrow, bright and early Alecia.” He winked at me and let himself out.
I sat there for a few moments, replaying tonight’s events in my head. It all seemed like a wet dream. I finally mustered up the strength to stagger to my feet and go take a nice, hot shower.
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I ran my finger tips across my mahogany desk and swiveled in my plush leather chair. I love the smell of new leather. I pushed the button on the armrest and sighed as the gentle vibrations took over my body. What a wonderful treat. This office is beautiful! It is about five times larger than the closet I was working in.
It has been three months and I am still in disbelief. I got the promotion! Me! A woman! I guess my skills far surpassed those of the men here. Everyone has their speculations. “Mr. Lattimore must have fucked her.” I have been told they say. No. I fucked Mr. Lattimore. Great pussy aside, my credentials and proven leadership skills landed me this position. It was so obvious on paper.
I got up and walked to the huge window. I looked down at the people rushing about in their day to day life. The skyline of this city is so beautiful at times. I kicked off my shoes and let my feet sink into the Berber carpet. It felt so great beneath my toes. I walked over to the other window. I loved the view of the waterfront this side offered me. I smiled as I caught a glimpse of what I presumed were a father and sun enjoying the warm weather from their sail boat. It is so wonderful having an office with a view!
My intercom beckoned me, snapping me away from my bliss.
“Yes Nadine” I said.
“Miss Johnson, it is Mr. Lattimore on line three”.
A wicked smile crept across my face. I had not seen Mr. Lattimore since the day after our rendezvous when he announced that he would be going to New York to become head of our office there. He also announced me as his replacement, much to my surprise.
I answered the phone and in my most professional voice said “Why hello Mr. Lattimore!”
“Hello, Miss Johnson. I will be flying in to your area this evening and wondered if you wanted to go for drinks. Margaritas maybe?” he said. I could hear his smile through the phone.
There was a tap at my door. Before I could tell the person to come in, my co-worker Trevor had peeked his head inside.
“Hey lady! Care to come with the boys to go get some drinks? I promise we will be on our best behavior and won’t let anyone else get your cooties”. Trevor let the word “cooties” draw out a little too long.
I knew I really just wanted to soak my tired body in a nice hot bath, enjoy the candles I would place all around and let Mint Condition relax my mind with their mellow tunes. Tonight was going to be a Neo-soul night.
I bit my lip, contemplating Trevor’s offer. What the heck. I need to brown nose with the boss in an attempt to secure the new position that was up for grabs. I knew that Mr. Lattimore would rather give the job to a male than a female. He rubbed me as a chauvinist.
“Count me in Trev!” I replied.
He did his usual corny finger guns move. I mimicked him and rolled my eyes as the door closed.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired. I wiped away the bleeding eye liner and ran my finger across my teeth to get rid of the lipstick stain. Fuck it. It is just co-workers!
*************
The crew met up at a trendy spot in the Vista. There were hordes of college kids and a mixture of white collar folks. Everyone was talking loudly with plastic smiles on their faces. I made eye contact with another sista who was sitting at a table full of men. I raised my eyebrow giving her the “Yeah girl, I know look”. She nodded her head and gave me a side smirk.
I saw Trevor waving his arms like an idiot to get my attention. He is so freaking corny. Let me hurry to the table before he takes flight.
“Miss Johnson! I am so glad you could make it!” Mr. Lattimore said. He put a firm grip on my shoulder. “I was starting to think that me and the guys had some kind of rancid body odor that made you stay away from our outings.”
The rest of the drones laughed in unison. I swore I could smell a fresh batch of shit from the end of their noses.
“No, Mr. Lattimore. I see these clowns for almost fourteen hours of a twenty four hour day. When my time is done, I am so happy to be rid of them and regain my sanity!” I quipped.
Trevor was the only one who laughed at my retort, as though I was on Def Comedy Jam.
Trevor has had his eye on me since the first day I came to Gifford & Lattimore, six years ago. He was so not my type. He was a relatively handsome man. But his goofball demeanor repulsed me. I felt for him like Laura felt for Steve Erkel. I seriously doubted he would ever have the privilege of morphing into the ultra cool, Stefan like Erkel did
Mr. Lattimore, on the other hand, was a very sexy man. He always wore tailored suits and rimmed spectacles; two of my weaknesses. His salt and pepper hair was a stark contrast to his youthful face. His skin was the color of polished mahogany. He was a star in many of my office fantasies. Sometime I would sit at my desk and pretend that he was hiding underneath savoring my sweet second set of lips.
I came back to reality and I took my seat amongst the boys. I sat as they gabbed about sports. Mr. Lattimore was animated when they spoke of basketball. I could not tell you a thing about football, basketball, soccer or the like. Kickball was my sport. If they had a kickball championship I would be MVP. I sipped on my margarita whenever it looked as though the attention was directed at me to add something insightful to the man talk. I am not much of a drinker but the drinks were free flowing. After I downed my third margarita, I thought if I squinted hard enough Trevor looked like Stefan. I chuckled to myself at the thought. Nah, he is still corny Trevor.
Two of the five left to get home to their wives. “Peace bitches!” I thought to myself as I managed a fake wave good bye. I guess margaritas bring out the thug in me. Whodathunkit? It was down to Trevor, Mr. Lattimore and I.
“Hey girlie, I don’t think you should be driving yourself home” Trevor replied smiling “You are a light weight huh?”
Trevor’s high pitched voice startled me, causing me to knock over a half empty drink into my lap.
“Damn- I mean shoot!” I tried to quickly cover it up. Don’t want to cuss in front of the boss.
“I am not a warden Alecia. And this is a damn moment.” Mr. Lattimore said.
He reached over and began rubbing at my thighs with his napkin. He was dabbing spots that clearly had no drink spilled. Or maybe it is the margarita talking.
“Yeah, I will take you home Alecia.” Trevor said.
I guess the expression on my face showed that I was afraid of being found dead in Trevor’s freezer in about two years after he has mutilated my lifeless body. Mr. Lattimore quickly came to my rescue.
“I will take her.” he said.
“Are you sure? It is not out of my way.” Trevor replied.
I looked at the both of them talking about me as though I were a helpless child. I tried to prove my independence by attempting to get up and grab my keys but my legs had other ideas. They did not cooperate. I slumped back into the chair defeated.
“I will take her home” Mr. Lattimore said.
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I apologized the whole ride for being a lush. I swore to Mr. Lattimore that I barely drink. I am sure I blew this promotion! Damn it! I should’ve kept my date with Mint Condition.
The leather seats of his Vantage felt like it was molding to me. If it were not for the cold air conditioning I would have been fast asleep. The cool air was sobering. My nipples protruded through my blouse in response. Why would he have the air conditioning on in the middle of winter? I crossed my arms to hide my headlights. Mr. Lattimore looked over at me and smiled wickedly.
We pulled into my place. I gathered my things for a quick escape. He rushed over to my side and opened my door.
“Thank you Mr. Lattimore. I am so sorry. Again-“
“Don’t worry about it! It happens. Seeing you knocked out by three margaritas is evident that you are not a drinker, Alecia. And I am not some uptight old man. Let loose.”
I clutched my belongings and depended on my wobbly legs to get me to the curb. Mr. Lattimore came quickly to my side, holding me by the waist.
“I must see you in.” he said.
His warm breathe swept across my neck. Involuntarily I let out a throaty moan.
I was not going to argue with the boss. He held me as we made our way up the two flights of stairs. I nervously searched for my keys. Usually, this will be the time I would try and find my keys as fast as I can while pretending that there is a serial killer behind me. But there was no serial killer. Just my handsome boss, Mr. Lattimore.
I finally opened the door and stumbled inside. Mr. Lattimore was on my heels. I turned around and was face to face to him. His strong hand ran through my hair. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me with so much passion. He took my breath away.
“I was wondering for so long what those lips would taste like” he said licking his lips “Mmm, cherry. My favorite flavor.”
I smiled like a kid just caught in the candy jar trying to use their cuteness to get out of it.
“I am hungry. May I taste your other lips?” He asked.
I didn’t’ know what to say. I nodded nervously.
His strong, tall frame was pressed against mine within seconds. He was leading me on a backwards waltz towards my couch. He eased my body down onto the seat and kneeled in front of me. Mr. Lattimore’s eyes were fixed on mine as he slowly slid off my stockings. I watched him, nervously.
“No panties. You naughty girl! I always imagined that you were pantiless or maybe hiding a sexy thong under your almost too short skirts. You are such a tease Alecia. And when I said I was hungry…I meant every word.”
With so much force, he turned me over. My bare ass was facing him. I closed my eyes wondering what was about to happen. Then I felt his lips kissing my ass. Damn. He kissed over each cheek, rubbing his face against my ass. I jumped when I felt his warm tongue glide between my cheeks. He is some kind of freak! I almost wanted to tell him to stop but curiosity made me be quiet and allow him to continue.
His tongue licked over my ass hole. He sucked at my flesh as his tongue flickered over my hole. The feeling was strange, but it felt so damned good! I began to move and jiggle my cheeks against his face. I could tell this turned him on because he gripped my cheeks harder and moaned. His tongue continued to tantalize and tease me. I could feel the moisture building up between my thighs as my pussy anxiously awaited its turn with his skillful tongue. His tongue licked my ass up and down. Up and down. I moaned and continued to shake my ass for him. I smiled to myself at what this sight from his end must be like. He let his finger stroke my clit as he continued to eat my ass.
With the same force he used to turn me over, he flipped me on my back. Daddy likes it rough I see. He buried his face between my thighs. He sucked gently on my lips. I gripped the back of his head, enjoying the warm sensation. Mr. Lattimore grabbed my hands and held them down by my sides. Hmmm. His tongue dipped in and out of my wet treat. The ridges of his tongue felt incredible gently stroking my clitoris. My clit was standing at attention as he let his tongue slide over it and over again, bathing it with each touch. He was licking me like a lollipop. I was in heaven feeling this pleasurable torture. Damn I wanted to grip his head so badly. Mr. Lattimore kept his firm grip on my wrists as he devoured me. His eyes stared at me, watching me to make sure I did not try and get free.
He made me feel as though I was his last meal. He sucked and licked on my sweet pussy as though he had been hungry for years. Now I was feeding him. His wide tongue grazed over both lips, and then he sucked them both. Then he sucked one lip. Then he would suck the other. His tongue traced the outline of my pussy. Every crevice of my center was touched by his tongue. He dipped his thick tongue deep inside of me, tongue fucking me. I could not hold it in any longer, I came and came again.
Mr. Lattimore had been licking me for what seemed like hours. I came more times than I thought was possible. My legs convulsed at each stroke of his tongue. The sound of his lips sucking on my lips turned me on. I wanted to break free of his grip so I could touch my neglected nipples. They were engorged and wanting to be free of their lacey prison. He would not set me free. He continued to devour me.
“Please Mr. Lattimore! Please!” I begged. I could not take this anymore. I needed his dick inside of me! This tongue was torture.
He finally loosened his grip a little on my wrists and lifted his head from between my thighs. His face was glistening from my lust.
“Now, I am going to let you up. But before I do, let me go over the rules with you. Do you hear me?” he said in a stern voice.
I nodded like an obedient child.
“I can’t hear you Alecia!” he said in a demanding tone.
“Yes.” I said, almost scared.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mr. Lattimore”. I said uncertainly.
“That’s a good bitch” he retorted.
I don’t know why, but being called a bitch turned me on. A good bitch at that. Hmmm.
“When I let go of your wrists Alecia, I want you to get down on the floor on all fours. I want you to brace yourself because you are about to take a lot of dick-tation” he said.
He let go of my wrists and kept a watchful eye on me. I could see the red marks left from his grip. I did not have time to carefully examine my wounds before he was grabbing me and bringing me to the floor. Should I scream now? This man must be crazy handling me like this! Yet, I obliged.
He had me on all fours. I could feel his forearm buried in my back, causing my face to be pushed down in the carpet. I could hear him fiddling with his pants and undoing his belt.
“Have you been a good bitch?” He asked.
“Yes! Yes Mr. Lattimore!”
“Don’t lie to me bitch. You will be punished for lying!” he said.
I felt the sting of the leather against my ass cheeks. I should be upset. I should get up. But I wanted to stay for the conclusion. I let out a slight whimper in mock defeat.
“Now, I will ask you again. Have you been a good bitch?”
“No. NO MISTER LATTIMORE!” I yelled out.
“So, I must punish my bitch now.”
I felt him enter my wetness. He glided in slowly, inch by inch. It seemed like forever before his pelvis was pressed against my ass. Damn, this is more dick than I had ever taken! Chills crept up my spine. My erect nipples pressed against the carpet. I squeezed my eyes tightly and let an “aaah” escape my lips.
“Does my bitch like that?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes Mr. Lattimore” I replied.
“This is punishment. You are not supposed to like it! Let me see what I can do about that.” he said.
I braced myself half concerned about what he was about to do.
Then he began digging in me like a miner digging for coal. His dick was pounding my pussy. He let his long dick pull quickly out, and push forcefully in. I tried to maintain my composure. He was so deep in my belly. He had one of my arms pinned behind my back. I kept my balance with the other and rested my face on my palms to avoid carpet burns.
He was pounding me hard. Deep. Hard. Long strokes. All of his dick was buried inside of me. Invading my belly. Making minced meat out of my insides. With one hand, he was gripping my ass tightly, angling me so I can take each inch of his thick dick. I could feel his sweat making puddles in my back. I felt so helpless. I should feel violated. But this shit felt so good. I could feel my pleasure creeping down my legs. I secretly allowed my body to explode. He continued to pound my pussy until he noticed my creamy filling covering his chocolate dick.
“Did I tell you it was okay to cum? Did I?” he yelled.
I was scared. I shook my head no.
“Now you better make me cum bitch since you got to squirt so much of that pussy juice tonight!” he yelled.
I crawled over to him and slid his dick in my mouth. I could not get all of this dick in my mouth. This had to be at least ten inches of the thickest beef. I sucked his dick nervously.
He held my chin in his hand and fed me each inch. He slowly penetrated my parted lips. I could feel the head of his manhood reach the back of my throat. I overcame my fears and opened my throat to receive him.
He watched as his dick glistened from the moisture of my mouth, moving in and out. What a beautiful sight to behold. His head fell back as he slowly fucked my face. He started off slowly, delivering his rod at a steady, rhythmic pace. His hips rocked back and forth serving his sweet dick to me. He moaned like a wounded beast as the intensity overpowered him. His muscular thighs tensed. His body was so muscular and masculine. Each muscle of his body tensed as he began to give in to this pleasure.
I kept a grip on his massiveness with one hand, allowing the other hand to reach up and touch his broad chest. I slid my hand slowly down his toned abs. I felt on his chiseled body like a blind person reading Braille, being certain not to let his dick escape my warm mouth.
He slapped my hand away.
“Did I ask you to touch me?” he said angrily.
I knew his game now. I moved my hand from his chest and continued sucking away at his dick. He grabbed my shoulder and forced his dick deep in me. I was taking in seven inches; eight inches….the whole ten was penetrating in my mouth. I nearly gagged as he continued to plow his dick in my throat. My eyes watered as I took him in. He was literally fucking my mouth. He pounded my tonsils. His massiveness stretched my mouth as far as it would go. I was not going to give in to the gag. I opened my throat even wider to let him in. He was rocking quickly. He almost knocked me over from his forcefulness.
His body began to tense again. I could feel his dick pulsating between my lips. A surge of power rushed through his prominent veins. I braced myself to swallow his creamy load.
Mr. Lattimore quickly pulled his dick from my mouth. He let his cum spew all over my face and chest. His mixture of lust even made its way in my hair. I sat there in shock and awe. I was disappointed that I was not able to feast on his life juices.
He growled like a bear, as his powerful hose continued to release. I let him shower me. It seemed as though he was coming for forever. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.
“You have to work your way up to tasting this cum.” he said arrogantly.
He got up quickly and began to slide into his pants. He stepped into his shoes and hurriedly finished dressing. Mr. Lattimore managed to locate his keys between my couch cushions. I still sat there watching him, his cum coating my body.
“See you at work tomorrow, bright and early Alecia.” He winked at me and let himself out.
I sat there for a few moments, replaying tonight’s events in my head. It all seemed like a wet dream. I finally mustered up the strength to stagger to my feet and go take a nice, hot shower.
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I ran my finger tips across my mahogany desk and swiveled in my plush leather chair. I love the smell of new leather. I pushed the button on the armrest and sighed as the gentle vibrations took over my body. What a wonderful treat. This office is beautiful! It is about five times larger than the closet I was working in.
It has been three months and I am still in disbelief. I got the promotion! Me! A woman! I guess my skills far surpassed those of the men here. Everyone has their speculations. “Mr. Lattimore must have fucked her.” I have been told they say. No. I fucked Mr. Lattimore. Great pussy aside, my credentials and proven leadership skills landed me this position. It was so obvious on paper.
I got up and walked to the huge window. I looked down at the people rushing about in their day to day life. The skyline of this city is so beautiful at times. I kicked off my shoes and let my feet sink into the Berber carpet. It felt so great beneath my toes. I walked over to the other window. I loved the view of the waterfront this side offered me. I smiled as I caught a glimpse of what I presumed were a father and sun enjoying the warm weather from their sail boat. It is so wonderful having an office with a view!
My intercom beckoned me, snapping me away from my bliss.
“Yes Nadine” I said.
“Miss Johnson, it is Mr. Lattimore on line three”.
A wicked smile crept across my face. I had not seen Mr. Lattimore since the day after our rendezvous when he announced that he would be going to New York to become head of our office there. He also announced me as his replacement, much to my surprise.
I answered the phone and in my most professional voice said “Why hello Mr. Lattimore!”
“Hello, Miss Johnson. I will be flying in to your area this evening and wondered if you wanted to go for drinks. Margaritas maybe?” he said. I could hear his smile through the phone.
By Alecia J.©2008
