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Fucking My Black Boss
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Bonnie_Doon

Fucking My Black Boss

My black boss had the hots for my white body and I gave it to him for a raise.

I remembered my husband telling me that I looked sexy that night, and I had reason to be. I was meeting my boss for drinks, but I lied, telling my husband that I was on a night out with the girls. 

I had on a black mid-thigh skirt that clung tightly to my ass, a loose beige top with a deep frontal plunge designed to reveal an ample amount of cleavage, pumps on my feet, bare legs and a black thong that barely shielded the lips of my cunt. Imagine that outfit on a tall slender blonde with a pretty face and ample breasts, slender waist, sexy ass, and endless legs, and that would be me, Bonnie Doon. Yeah, I was looking pretty fucking hot that night. 

After kissing my husband goodnight, I told him not to wait up for me. Minutes later, I was on my way to the Hilton Hotel to meet with Duane, my boss, for drinks and possibly something more. I had lied to my husband but he knew what I was up to when he saw me putting on my bedroom eyes. If I came right out and told him what I was planning, he would have given me permission to do whatever I wanted and for however long it takes. But he liked me more when I lied. It made it more exciting when I came home and confessed everything I'd done that night. 

Adding to my excitement was that Duane was a tall, sinewy black man, a new boss at our firm. Being a tall man with a shaved head and the darkest skin I'd ever seen on a man, he was hard to miss. I am 5’8” and he stood six inches taller than me with shoulders twice as wide. On the scale of sexy he rung my bell along with all the other cackling white hens in the office. 

Duane liked to flirt, especially with me because I was the prettiest girl in the office and he had a thing for tall, sexy blondes. He teased me about giving me a raise if I’d do certain favors for him. It started out as a game. I liked the way he flirted with me. It turned me on and I always teased him back by telling him I’d deeply consider it. But, after a couple of weeks of bantering, things began to turn real. 

One morning I walked into his office unannounced and said, “I’ll accept your proposition on one condition.”

“And what is that?”

“That we meet somewhere private. I don’t want my husband to know. You give me that raise and I’ll give you whatever you want,” I said in a sexy whisper. 

Oh, he liked that idea! Knowing that I was willing to cheat on my husband for money and sex made our meeting all the more salacious to him. 

He got up from his desk and I could see the boner stretching his trousers as he walked around his desk and up to me, and it struck me of how larger than life he was. “You serious girl?” he asked, she's stone cold. 

“Yes,” I managed to say feeling suddenly inferior next to him. 

“Show me.”

“Uh… what do you propose?” I asked, unsure of what he wanted. 

“Get on your knees and suck my big black dick.”

What? I didn’t expect that, at least not this soon. It hit me like a ton of bricks and nearly knocked the wind out of me. “And if I do?” I found the nerve to say.

“Then I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Since he was giving me a chance to get acquainted with his cock, what did I have to lose? I had heard rumors floating around the office that Duane had a very big cock which gave me the motivation to get down on my knees to find out. I undid his trousers and dropped them down to his knees and faced a tented pair of white boxers. My head was already pounding and began to throb even more when I lowered Duane’s boxers and discovered the truth of those office rumors.  

His cock was not fully erect, but long, thick, black as coal, and totally humungous. “Go ahead, Bitch, take it,” he shouted down at me, shocking me from my gaze. I took it in my hands and curled my fingers around his veiny shaft and gave him a two handed stoke. His cock began to swell and rise, stretching my fingers out over his girth. 

In less than a minute his cock stood out straight, its bulbous head staring at me. I licked the slit, tasting the salt of his piss before taking the head into my mouth and running my tongue all over it. He soon had his large black hands mussing my blonde curls while he fucked my face. I moaned on his cock while he talked dirty to me, telling me how he liked having a married white woman sucking his cock. 

Fuck, he was turning me on! I began doing some serious head bobbing. My mouth drooled with desire as I began to hunger for his cum. He felt my mouth begging for it when he finally shot his hot copious spunk down my throat and flooded my mouth. Oh, what a rush! It left me so dizzy he had to pull me to my feet. 

“God-damn, woman, you are a hot little bitch. If you fuck half as good as you suck, I just might double that raise,” he said while he zipped up his pants. “When and where?”

“Friday night around seven at the lounge in the Hilton Hotel,” I managed to say after clearing my throat.

“Good enough. Now get your white ass over to your desk. I ain’t paying you to stand around looking sexy all day.” The taste of his cum stayed with me all day. I could barely wait for Friday night to come. 

So that is how we came to this point of time. Duane was sitting at the bar when I walked into the lounge. There were several other men sitting around, all of them watching me walking up to a tall black man and give him a light kiss on the lips. I planted my ass on the stool next to his. 

“People are staring at us,” I said as I placed my purse on the bar. 

“Does that bother you?”

“No. On the contrary, it makes me feel sexy and proud to be here with you.”

“Yeah, you are a proud little bitch. But I'm going to strip you of your pride tonight and make you my slut. How does that sound to you?”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re that good?” I teased, flattering him with my eyes. 

“You know what I got to work with, honey. You tell me.” 

He was right. Remembering how hot I got the other day when he had me on my knees, I didn’t have a leg to stand on. 

“Are you just going to talk to me all night or are you buying me a drink?” I said to change the subject. 

He knew he had the upper hand and smiled at me. “Name your poison.”

“Salty margarita.”

We sat, drank, and conversed for more than an hour. I went through four margaritas and I was beginning to feel its effect. Duane put his large black hand on my thigh and told me that he had a room upstairs waiting for us. We finished our drinks and took the elevator up to the seventh floor. We walked halfway down the corridor and stopped at the door of his room. An older white couple were walking by and he kissed me before opening the door. 

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

“Just wanted a couple of witnesses to see what I’m claiming.”

“You're bad,” I teased with a giggle.

“Are you just finding that out?” He laughed.

Once inside, Duane moved in close and we began to make out next to the bed. Along the way, we both lost our clothes and ended up on the bed in a naked wrestling match that I was surely losing. Feeling his hand softly kneading my breast, brought faint moans from my lips. I reached down and clasped my hand around his cock and slowly stroked him into a full erection. But then he pushed my hand away and took possession of my body, starting by gliding his large soft lips along my neck and down over my breasts as I lay on my back. I loved having my breasts kissed and played with. It's a big turn on for me, and he was doing a good job of it. 

His lips trailed down my cleavage, then chose a nipple to suck on. I felt my nipple distend inside his mouth and I let out a sharp moan as the sensuous sensation sank into my breast. He did the same to the other, using his hands as well as his mouth to tantalize me all the more. Filled with lusty excitement, I arched my back, raising my chest to offer him all he wanted. 

“Fuck girl, I’ve been wanting to get my hand on your lily white tits for a while now,” he said, reaching to grab both of my firm round globes in his black hands. “Such nice, soft, pale white skin. You look so fucking hot against me. You've got to be the whitest woman I’ve ever known."

“Same is true for me. You are the blackest man I’ve known. You make me so hot being next to you like this.”

My response thrilled him and he grabbed my breasts again and began to lick and suck on my ripe nipples, causing me to gasp and moan at the delicious ravishing of his mouth. 

One of his hands went down to my pussy and he began rubbing my wet gash with his fingers while he continued to suck on my breasts. I closed my eyes and arched my hips when I felt his finger slip inside.

“Oh God, Duane, I am so fucking wet for you,” I nearly cried while spreading my legs wider for him. 

“Yeah baby, your pussy is wet. You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes… oh yes. I want it inside me.”

He laughed. “Already you’ve become my slut and I haven’t even started on you yet,” he said, digging his finger deeper inside my hot juicy cunt. He used his thumb to rub my clit while he fingered my pussy and soon he had two fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot, driving me insane. I was beginning to sweat with heated lust and my hair was turning damp. My first orgasm came quick and I screamed out his name and gushed on his fingers as my body convulsed. 

“Oh Duane, what are you doing to me?” I cried out while gasping for air. 

Again he laughed, reveling in his superiority over me. But I reached for his cock while he still had me hooked on his finger and stroked him while he stroked me. We kissed while we stroked each other. It was so heavenly, and I was so ready for this man. Again, my face and neck turned flush and my legs began to shake as I let out a very strong moan when I climaxed. 

“I’m going to give you a fucking you’ll never forget,” he said to me as he worked his way between my legs. I spread my legs wide to let him settle between my smooth thighs. “That’s right baby, open those legs for your black daddy.” 

Duane was now fully between my outstretched thighs and he stopped to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I asked. 

“Your husband has no fucking clue that his pretty white wife is about to have my big black cock shoved into her,” he explained. "Even more so that I’m about to fuck you bareback and fill you full of cum.”

I played along with him and said, “When I go home I’m not going to wash my pussy and I’m going to make my husband fuck my dirty cunt while I’m thinking about you.”

“Oh, you dirty white bitch. I’d like to be there to see that.”

“I’ll tell you all about it when I see you at work. Now, please stop teasing me -- fill me with your cock.”

I let out a sharp, loud moan when Duane was in the process of pushing into me. It actually hurt to take his cock, it was so big. 

“Fuck girl, your pussy is tight,” he groaned. “Like trying to stick my dick in a vise.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so big,” I groaned, trying to get comfortable beneath him. He continued working his massive cock into me. “Oh, please, take it slow,” I told him.

He took enough mercy on me to give me a little at a time. We moved together working him in until he was buried balls deep inside me. “I didn’t think you could take it, baby girl. No white girl I ever fucked before could take the full ten inches of my dick.”

“To tell you the truth, I didn’t think I could take it either. But you feel good so deep inside of me,” I said while slowly grinding my pussy against him. 

Duane smiled and asked me how it felt. I told him that I could feel him bumping my cervix, that I felt very full, and stretched. At that point he pulled all the way out of me and slowly slid back in. I let out a low moan and ran my hands over his back. Duane started rotating his hips with a slow rhythm and I began feeling the pure pleasure and total lust for this black man above me. 

My hands roamed down over his sinewy black ass and hips rising and falling as I moved to his thrusts, taking the fullness of his cock again and again. He kept me on edge, alternating between hard, fast thrusts and slow, easy ins and outs. My pussy had turned super juicy and slick, now taking his cock with an easy glide. Our fucking turned into an art of perfection, two bodies blending together in a rhythm of our own. One black, one white, everything about it felt so right. 

I felt nothing but pleasure as he assaulted my body. My nails dug into his ass, his back and his shoulders as I let out one moan after another, some that were very loud and high pitched when he fucked me hard. Then he eased up and let me settle down for another barrage of hard, deep erotic fucking. I don’t remember how many times I orgasmed. I lost count after six. But every time I wrapped my legs around his back, with my feet and toes curling tightly in pleasure. My husband would have loved watching him giving it to me good and hard and making me scream in ecstasy.

“Take that big black dick,” he told me over and over while he pillaged my pussy. 

“Yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me with that big black coc.! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!” I begged over and over, taking him with ease now that I was stretched to the hilt.  

“That’s right girl. That’s what I want to hear. Scream it out loud.”

Duane was good for his word as he thrust into me hard and fast, making me scream in pleasure, making me his slut. The hotel room echoed with my screams of lust with the sounds of his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. 

“I’m getting close to cumming girl. Grind that pussy to me. This big black dick is about to cum deep in your tight white married cunt. Shit, can’t hold it anymore… here it comes baby… Ah fuck!” 

At that moment, he let out a long, deep guttural moan as he shove hard into my body one last time, holding it there. His body went rigid. His butt cheeks tightened and relaxed over and over again as he peppered my juicy cunt with his hot cum. To feel him cumming inside me brought a smile or satisfaction to my face. He pumped a ton of seed into me before he finally pulled out. His body was hot and dripping with sweat. He left my body wet, his sweat mingling with mine, as he made his way into the bathroom. 

I lay on the bed and tried to compose myself while he was gone. When he came back into the room, I got off the bed, explaining that I had to run to the bathroom because his semen was already leaking from me. He dressed while I was in the bathroom cleaning up. We stayed for a while after we both dressed. 

When we were ready to leave, he gave me a kiss goodnight and thanked me for taking him on, telling me that I was the best fuck he’s had in a long time and that I had a big raise coming. It made me feel kind of proud. I didn’t ask him if there would be another time. I decided to leave that up to him.

All I wanted to do then was go back to my husband and tell him all about it while I let him eat me out and fuck my dirty cunt.

 

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