Tiffany awoke early and before doing anything else, she grabbed the newspaper outside her apartment door. She turned to the want ads immediately and scoured them. She was getting desperate for a job, and so far the prospects had not been promising. The employment agency had few openings, and despite her good looks and bubbly personality, all leads had been dead ends. It was depressing, to say the least.

As a twenty-two-year-old with a college degree in Business Administration, she had thought that employers would be beating a path to her door. The fact that she was Black made her wonder if there might be a racial bias at play, but she dismissed that as nonsense. She had a keen sensitivity for that sort of thing, but she had seen no evidence of it despite the rejections she encountered.

"Sorry. We're looking for someone with more experience," was the usual reply. Her straight A's seemed to be of no benefit for finding a job.

But how do you get experience if no one will hire you? It was a Catch-22. She felt like a cat chasing her tail. Automatically, she craned her neck to see if she was sporting a tail in the hall mirror as she headed to the kitchen table, but all she saw was a perfect bubble butt. And that gave her an idea.

Maybe I need to use my physical assets to get my foot in the door, or more appropriately–my ass in the door. Nothing else is working.

Tiffany's ample assets extended beyond her beautiful butt. At 5'4", she was petite but blessed with large, perky boobs and slim hips. Her beautiful brown eyes and full lips set off a beautiful face with a radiant smile of pearly teeth. Add to that her apple ass, and she was the total package. Her skin was a beautiful chocolate brown without a blemish. She was the envy of all her friends, black and white.

Naturally, she was her biggest critic. Whenever she stood nude before her full-length mirror, she lamented that maybe her boobs were too big. Her areolae covered the entire ends of her cone-shaped breasts, and their pencil eraser nubs sometimes necessitated bandaids so they weren't as obvious. Sweaters always attracted undue attention from men and women alike as those torpedo-tits begged to be fondled. In a word, she was stacked.

She kept her thick hair short in a pixie cut. It was easier that way, but it made her look too young in her view. Maybe I should do a full 'fro–adopt an Angela Davis look of the 60's. But that might make me look like a revolutionary.

No, the pixie cut was fine.

She minimized her other assets as well, dressing in loose clothing whenever possible. The exception was the gym. Whenever she worked out, the other patrons could barely hide their stares. Yoga pants and a stretch top resulted in tongues hanging out of gaping mouths like cartoon caricatures. There was no shortage of volunteers to spot her as she lifted free weights. Coincidentally, she noticed those who helped her sported bulges, but not necessarily in their biceps.

Usually, it was the white guys that she allowed to help her. Tiffany had a thing for white men...and women–especially those a little older. There was something about older men that attracted her. They didn't show off or sport phony bravado as the younger guys did. And for some reason, African-American men didn't necessarily strike her the same way, even though she was raised in a Black neighborhood. Her family had moved into a more upscale house when she was in high school. Suddenly, most of her friends were white since students of color were not common in her classes.

Is this reverse racism on my part? She wondered. No matter. It is what it is. It wasn't connected with shame or regret that she was a woman of color. She had dated men from a variety of racial backgrounds: white, Latino, Black. It made no difference to her in the end.

Myths about Black sexual prowess were mostly that, in her opinion: myths. She had even flirted with a lesbian relationship with a white friend, and the result was that she regarded herself as probably bisexual even though her experiences with other women tended to be only flirtatious.

She had lost her virginity at eighteen to a neighbor boy who was home from college. It wasn't particularly wonderful. She had known and flirted with him for some time, and on that fateful day, they had been making out in his family's living room when he told her his parents were gone for the weekend.

The next thing she knew, she was half naked, and he was munching on her firm breasts. When he pulled out his cock, she nearly fainted. She'd never seen an angry one before, and before she knew it, her brown fingers were wrapped around it and stroking it like a piece of good luck ivory. When he convinced her to finally let him fuck her, she watched in awe as his cock slowly disappeared between her chocolate pussy lips. It hurt at first, but eventually the pain turned to pleasure. When he came inside her, she realized the possible consequences. To their mutual relief, they dodged that bullet.

After that, she insisted that anyone she had sex with must wear a condom. She carried a few in her purse at all times. She found that she loved fucking, and despite the stories about black men and cock size, the reality was that she didn't dream about overly large penises. Medium was less painful and just fine as long as the guy was skilled with it. As the song went, "it's not the meat, it's the motion."

But most of the guys her age tended to be "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" types. Her experience with an older neighbor whose kids she sometimes babysat convinced her that older men could perform better and longer than her more youthful partners. She had stopped by his house to collect her money, and one thing led to another. Before she knew it, they were on top of his king-sized bed, and he was expertly eating her pussy and waxing about how beautiful she was. She had climaxed several times that morning from both his oral ministrations and his expert fucking, and she ended up having an affair with him before she eventually left the state for college.

That experience made her realize that her boobs and ass were useful tools and she needed to take advantage of them.

So when she went in for an interview for a job as a secretary of a real estate company, she decided to capitalize on her outstanding features and see if that made a difference. She wore a tight skirt and a cashmere sweater. Both items accentuated all the right parts. Her round ass filled out the skirt nicely and her nipples needed little prompting to show off. A cool breeze or air conditioning usually did the trick. A final inspection in front of the mirror acknowledged her attributes.

So when the office manager saw her, she immediately knew her boss would want to do the interview.

"Welcome, Tiffany. Richard is tied up right now, but while we're waiting, I'll ask you a few questions. You have an impressive resume'–probably too much so for an office secretary. But we often have a lot of movement within the office, so promotions are not uncommon." Especially when the candidate looks like you, she almost added.

"I see you have great grades and graduated cum laude in Business. That's fantastic. Of course, we normally look for experience..."

Here it comes, thought Tiffany.

"But in your case that's not necessary. Here is our salary schedule and a list of benefits. Glance at this, and I'll call you in when Richard is free."

Tiffany sat in the office chair and looked over the paperwork. The salary would be just OK, but she hoped she might be one of those who moved up the ladder quickly. At this point she couldn't be too choosy. She had rent to pay.

After a few minutes, she was called into the boss's office, and the manager closed the door behind her with a whispered, "Good luck."

Richard Montgomery was seated at a large desk, and when he looked up, he smiled. What have we here? What a beauty!

"Welcome, Tiffany. I'm Richard. Have a seat here, and let's start by you telling me a little about yourself." He proffered a seat in front of his desk and came around to sit on the corner in front of her, smiling. His rugged good looks never failed to elicit smiles from women he met.

Tiffany began with her practiced spiel, interrupted at times with questions from her prospective employer. She could see that he was struggling to keep his eyes above her neck. Invariably, they drifted to her chest and her prominent nipples, which must be on full display given his reaction.

She responded by ever so slightly pulling her shoulders back.

After 10 minutes or so, he held up a hand to stop her, grinning from ear to ear.

"Okay, I don't need to hear any more, young lady. The job is yours if you want it. Consider it temporary. A person with your assets needs more responsibility than answering the phone or making coffee. But you'll learn much about the real estate business in the meantime. Do you need time to think about it?"

"That sounds wonderful. No, I'm happy to accept. Thank you so much."

Richard stood and smiled.

Rita will fill you in on the details. Congratulations, Tiffany. I hope you'll be happy here." He held out his arms and stepped toward her.

Tiffany followed the implicit gesture and hugged him. He held her tightly for several seconds.

No question. Those tits are the real McCoy.

Tiffany was certain she felt a swelling below her future boss's beltline.

"Great. See you Monday morning."

*****

Monday arrived, and soon many other Mondays came and went. Tiffany did more than fit in. Her positive energy and work ethic endeared the office staff to her. The rumor at the water cooler was that Richard was already talking about a promotion for Tiffany to the sales staff. That would mean commissions instead of a flat salary. Regardless, Tiffany just wanted to be more than a receptionist. Things were looking up.

And soon enough she was called into Richard's office and given the good news. Of course, she would have to get her license to handle real estate transactions, which meant passing the state exam, but that was simple enough. She had been studying for it all along.

"Tell you what. Let's celebrate. Can I take you to dinner and we can go over the details that way?"

Tiffany hesitated for a brief second before accepting. She wasn't sure about fraternizing with the boss, but a celebration and a free dinner sounded wonderful.

She carefully selected her outfit. Richard had mentioned an expensive place, so a nice dress would be in order. When she checked herself out in the mirror, she wondered if it showed too much cleavage. The devil on her shoulder nudged her.

What the hell. Show off your tits. God gave them to you for a reason.

When her doorbell rang and she opened the door, Richard's jaw dropped.

"Pardon me for being forward, but you look drop-dead gorgeous, Tiffany." He gave her a brief smooch on the cheek and inhaled her perfume. His cock stiffened noticeably.

"Thanks. I don't get out much, and I love this dress. You look nice as well. Anyway, I'm all set."

The warm evening allowed her to go coatless. All the better, Richard thought. I can stare at those big, beautiful breasts all night. He had other hopes as well, but "one thing at a time," he told himself.

*****

Dinner was fabulous and expensive. Tiffany almost fainted when she saw the prices on the menu. The drinks were not cheap either, but Richard spared no expense.

"Order anything that looks good."

He must be loaded, Tiffany thought. Still, she was a bit hesitant about seeming greedy, but realized from his constant glances at her chest that she deserved this kind of treatment.

And he's not bad to look at either. He seems fit and has an aura of masculinity about him. But don't get the cart before the horse, Tiffany. This is strictly business mixed with a little pleasure.

Richard was a perfect gentleman throughout the meal despite his leering eyes. When he dropped her off, he kissed her politely on the cheek again, and she gave him a brief hug as she thanked him, but in the process, she realized her boss had a decided bulge in his groin. She smiled at the thought.

*****

Tiffany fared well in her new role. She was well-liked by clients and co-workers as well. As the only person of color in the agency, she sometimes felt like a token hire, but soon realized that she was accepted for who she was and her work ethic. It didn't hurt that she was sexy as hell even in ordinary clothes that hid her figure. On casual Fridays, she occasionally dressed down in designer Tees that accentuated her bosoms, but no one complained. The women in the office were either jealous or gaga; take your pick.

Since taking the job, her social life had more or less been put on hold. She kept an arm's length away from clients who seemed interested in more than real estate. Her social life tended to involve occasional drinks after work with office employees. Most of the time, it was with other women. Soon, she was privy to the office gossip.

It was no secret that Richard Montgomery was currently unattached. He had been divorced for two years, and the separation had been unpleasant. His ex had taken him to the cleaners, and it left him wary of any kind of commitment. So when he asked Tiffany to dinner again, she was a little surprised when he explained it would be him doing the cooking at his luxury condominium.

Reluctantly, she accepted.

Richard had told her that he would keep it casual and that Tiffany should dress accordingly. When he opened the door to greet her, he was pleasantly surprised.

Tiffany stood there in a white designer T that was cut low enough to give credence to any questions about her boobs. Her sheer bra did little to hide those prominent nipples capping her bumpy areolae. Even though they couldn't be clearly seen through the fabric, they were obvious to Richard. Or was it just hopeful longing?

"C'mon in. I've got everything prepped and ready. What'll you have to drink? Wine, whiskey, water. You name it."

"Wine would be nice. Do you have a Chardonnay open?"

"I have a bottle of Far Niente that I've been saving for a special occasion. It is chilled and in the fridge."

"Sounds wonderful. Thanks."

Drinks and hors d'oeuvres followed, and allowed the two to chat amiably. Richard seemed relaxed, and it wore off onto Tiffany. She was comfortable around her boss, and enjoyed the banter.

Dinner was fabulous, and afterward they settled onto a loveseat in the living room with a couple of demitasse glasses and some tawny port. Richard asked her a few questions about growing up, hinting that she must have had a tough time.

"Richard, my childhood was filled with love and support. I was very lucky to have great parents who were role models for me."

But Richard persisted as if something had been left out of her response.

"So, I'm wondering, Tiffany, if you feel uncomfortable at work as the only person of color in the office?"

Tiffany smiled and hesitated.

"You mean everyone else in the office is white? I hadn't noticed."

"Touche, my bad for asking the question. I meant no harm. I don't mean to be a stupid white guy. I'll shut up."

"Not to worry, Richard. I'm comfortable at work, if that's what you want to know. I've noticed nothing out of the ordinary. I seem to be accepted for my work. That's all I can ask."

"I'm happy to hear that. I won't ask any more stupid questions. Well...maybe just one more."

"Shoot! I've nothing to hide."

"Would it be okay if I kissed you? I've wanted to do that all evening."

Tiffany's face showed momentary confusion, and then she smiled and playfully offered her cheek and tapped it with a finger. Richard laughed and bent forward to give her a light peck there, but at the last second, Tiffany turned and kissed him on the mouth. She let him linger there a moment, and then she parted her lips and found his tongue with her own. In seconds, they were entwined and passionately embraced. Soon they were kissing like long-lost lovers.

When they finally came up for air, Tiffany looked seriously into his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong. I like this, but I'm not sure it's appropriate. You're my boss."

"Tiffany, I understand your concern. I just have to say that I've had a terrible crush on you since I first laid eyes on you. I know the implications, but you have nothing to worry about. You are all I think about anymore."

His tone was persuasive, but she had heard this sort of thing before. Nevertheless, she threw caution to the wind and fell into his arms once again. When his hands found her breasts, she did not resist, and soon they were frantically helping each other remove any impediments to their flesh. Gradually, the floor and the couch acquired one item after another until they were both down to panties and briefs. Tiffany's perky breasts, now bared, were everything Richard had imagined. The milk-chocolate cones jutted proudly from her chest, capped with dark, bumpy areolae and thumb-sized buds. His lips found first one, and then the other as he sucked the ripe nipples into his mouth.

Tiffany had not had sex in weeks, at least with a man, and she had forgotten how wonderful it felt to have a pair of lips worshipping her body. She was lying back with her head on the armrest when she looked down and got a good look at his penis sticking out through the fly in his briefs.

The office rumor was that he was blessed, and she decided it was true. His penis was impossibly thick. She gasped as he scooted up between her legs and she felt that weapon sliding up and down between her thighs. Even with her panties still on, his rigid member was able to part her labia and send bolts to her brain as it rubbed over her engorged clitoris.

There was no stopping at this point. Both lovers were beyond the point of no return. Tiffany spoke first.

"I want this as much as you do, but please be careful. I have not done anything like this in ages, and you are very large. I'm afraid you'll hurt me."

"I promise I'll be gentle, Tiffany. You have to trust me. I know it is big, but we'll go slowly."

And they did.

Together they removed their remaining clothing and lay there kissing and touching, exploring each other for the longest time. Finally, Tiffany reached down and grabbed Richard's cock in her small hand. Her fingers could not encircle his girth as she rubbed it back and forth against her smooth labia. Finally, she let just the head slip in and held it there.

"Okay, really slowly now. God, it feels like a zucchini is trying to get inside me. Easy...mmmm,...yes....just a little at a time."

"No worries. We'll take our time. You feel wonderful. God, you are so tight."

Both looked down to see half of Richard's penis inside her moist channel. The contrast between his lily-white cock and her chocolatey vagina excited Richard. He had never had sex with a Black woman as well as anyone as gorgeous as Tiffany. Her smooth skin was like satin. He kissed her breasts and slowly moved his hips forward until, finally, he was almost all the way in.

Tiffany groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. She placed a hand on his stomach to indicate that was deep enough for now, and slowly began moving her hips up and down the shaft an inch or two at a time. Her juices immediately left a trail of white goo on his shaft, and he reached down and used it to lubricate the rest of his cock.

Both of their brains were fogged in pleasure as they built up a rhythm and kissed and fondled one another. After ten minutes or so of missionary fucking, Tiffany stopped him and awkwardly rolled over so that she was on her knees and hanging over the armrest with her elbows supporting her.

"I like it this way, too, but be careful and don't go too deep."

Ridhard stared at her perfect brown ass. The clamshell of her pussy beckoned him, and he worked the head once again into the tight opening. Tiffany gave a little shudder at the intrusion and uttered a guttural "ooohff" as he pressed forward. She turned her head to try and watch as his thick appendage slowly disappeared. With a little wiggle of her ass, he slipped in all the way.

"Fuck, this is so hot. Jesus, you have an unbelievable ass, Tiffany."

"It is the product of many hours in the gym. I'm glad you appreciate it. Ooof, easy there, big boy. Wow, that's it. Oh lord, you are so deep, Richard."

Tiffany's head was spinning with pleasures that had been long forgotten. Her thoughts occasionally drifted to the possible consequences of what she was doing, but there was certainly no stopping now. Richard was beginning to slam into her tight little ass with his tight abs, and that could only mean one thing–he was getting his huge cock all the way in. Tiffany had not necessarily liked large cocks in the past, but she was enjoying every inch today.

Richard reached around and fondled her tits that were hanging over the armrest. Tiffany was getting close, and then suddenly, her brain received a bolt from deep within her cunt, and she gripped the armrest and pushed back firmly against her boss.

"Hold it there...yes...deep...deep...right there. Oh, fuck! I'm cumming. Oh...my...god!"

And she did.

Richard felt her vagina tighten, and her thighs and ass trembled in little jerks as her brain waves lost control. He pumped her two more times and then buried himself for his own release. His balls ached as they emptied several surges of cum deep into her sweet pussy. He squeezed her ass and held her by the hips to ensure she was not going anywhere while his throbbing member filled her.

Finally, he felt his cock begin to shrivel inside her. When it softened to normal size, he slowly let it slip out. It plopped to his thigh, red from the exertion and coated with his own sperm and her cunt juice. A trail of white goo suddenly appeared from her beautiful clamshell and dripped to the love seat cushion.

"Jesus, I didn't even think about a condom. My brain was on fire."

"I'm on birth control, but normally I require a condom. I was so excited I forgot about it. Not that I've needed any type of birth control recently, but now I'm happy for the pills. Richard, I don't normally fuck somebody on the first...or, I guess...even the second date. I hope you don't think ill of me. You caught me at a weak moment."

"Oh, my lord, Tiffany. No, no, no. This was my doing. Don't worry about that. I know you are thinking about our relationship because you work for my company, but forget about that. First of all, you are a wonderful woman...and employee. But I'm hoping we are more than that. Like I said, I've had a crush on you since I first saw you, and now that I've been around you for some time, even more so. I don't want to scare you off, but this isn't puppy love. You are the real deal."

Tiffany was speechless. She liked Richard but had never really given thought to a serious relationship. She was happy to be working.

"That's so nice to hear. But for now...one day at a time. You ARE my boss, like it or not. We have to tread carefully as a result. I want to earn my way through my work ethic, not my boobs. For now, just hold me and kiss me."

And that's what he did. The rest of the evening went smoothly, and Tiffany eventually drove home in a daze.

So many questions! What next? Time would tell.