I can’t wait to get to work. I have a great boss – and very sexy. I spend my days at work thinking about him (and about him and me). I work for a research lab, but more specifically, I work for Dr. Neal. He is awesomely sexy, just thinking about him makes me hotter than a Floridian day in July. Well, I only get to admire him for about an hour or two each day, because our schedules conflict and when I’m starting my shift at the lab, his is generally ending within 2 hours. I am a student, so I work here part time and go to school fulltime.
I usually get any research that I have to do for class done while I’m at work or in the early afternoon when I am off, but I have been so busy lately, that today I’m going to have to go in after I’m done with all my day’s business (I’m a to-do list girl) and I really don’t like to be out late, but that won’t be until 9ish – maybe even 10ish. So, here I was, in the lab, (I’d finally gotten there around 10:30 p.m.) doing my research, testing, waiting, analyzing and that time of the night I was utterly pooped – very tired. So, I sit down in Dr. Neal’s chair and I’m dozing off and I dream – you guessed it, I dreamed of him. He’s sophisticatedly sexy, nice athletic body, dark hair and those specs – glasses make a man look sooo dignified to me…and I find THAT extremely sexy. He is unequivocally the sexiest white man I know.
So, I wake up, but his image is still with me, still floating around in my head, and in the image of my mind. I can’t help it, I really try not to, but I start caressing my own breasts through my bra, which is all I’m wearing at this point because I’ve been under these lights to long, and have taken my blouse off. I even unhook the bra (which is a front hook) so I can fondle myself the way I imagine he would, and I go so far as to raise my breasts (44d) to my mouth and stick my tongue out to flick over my hardened nipples. So, now I’m getting very turned on by thinking of him and how good I imagine his sex to be – I think he’s forceful, maybe even a little, because he’s that way about his work – forceful but nice. By this time, I’m just going with my own personal flow, and I lift one of my legs and let it rest on his desk and I begin to play with my pussy, moving my small fingers all over it, inside of it, playing with my clit, pinching it, squeezing it gently and I don’t care – because I’m alone in here, the lab closes at 8:30, but I have a key – from some time ago when I checked on something early morning for the Doctor. I never heard him come in, I was too wrapped up in myself.
Before I knew anything, or had even seen anything, I felt the tip of his tongue on one of my nipples. I was startled, so I immediately opened my eyes and snatched my leg down and covered my breasts with my arms folded tightly.
“You don’t really want to hide yourself from me Shanita,” he said as he unfolded my arms. I could tell he had been jogging, because he was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. I let him do whatever he wanted to me – and he wanted to talk to me. He cupped both of my breasts in his hands and licked each of them lingeringly, alternating from one to the other while he spoke to me. “I’ve wanted you so badly. You are so sexy, you skin is fantastic, the way the sun bounces off of it, making the chocolate tone dance arouses me so much. You are beautiful. I love how your eyes are the same color of your skin and how your ass is so round. You are in my bed every night, and I’m inside you every night. I love the difference between my skin and yours, different, but matching together so well. I’m going to show you exactly how well I know what I want to do to you.
At that point he began to run his tongue down the middle of my body, and with ease I’ve never seen in a black man, he had my skirt removed. He let my panties pop back into place, from where I’d pulled them aside to expose my pussy to my fingers, and bit my clit several times through them. Then he removed them just as quickly has he had my skirt, and his face was buried between my thighs. The only thing I could do was moan in pleasure. He pushed his tongue in and out of my pussy slowly, stopping every few minutes to suck my clit into his mouth and play with it. Stopping also to cover my pussy with his mouth and suck the nectar that dripped from my hole into his mouth. He sucked my pussy so good, so hard that I came before I knew I would. and he lapped it up greedily. When he looked at my, his face covered with my juices, I couldn’t resist kissing him, sucking my juices off of his tongue, sliding my hands into his shorts – he was as hard as a rock for me.
He stood up in front of me, and didn’t ask, didn’t wait, he told me, in a gruff voice, to suck his cock. I did – with all within me I obliged him. His dick was delicious, he was so hard and so ready to fuck me, his head was covered in precum, from being smeared by his underwear. I took it into my mouth – too hungry to wait for anticipation to build up, and began to suck him off like I’d never sucked a cock before. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock as far into my mouth, down my throat as I could – and he gave that to me. he held my head still and plunged his thick cock into my mouth repeatedly, and with my eyes I begged him for more. He pumped my mouth until he came, and pulled his cock from my mouth to cum over my face. I stuck my tongue out, to catch what was dripping, and he bounced his swollen cock on my tongue while he squeezed any remaining jism out onto my tongue and my lips. I was more than a little hungry for the taste of his juicy cock’s cum – I was positively starving for it.
He pulled me up and lifted me up and sat me on top of his desk, laid me back and begin to lick my cunt furiously. “Mmmm Shanita, your slit is so fucking good. I hate that I’ve waited all this time to eat you out.” I could only moan in response. Then he floored me, he let me legs onto his shoulders and lifted my butt up, and began to lick me there (I’m even a little embarrassed to write about it) But he licked my ass hole just as if it was my pussy. He took his hands and scooped some of my dripping pussy juices and rubbed them on my asshole and stood up. I looked up at him, and he could sense my fear and unease, and so he kissed me gently, then roughly, and told me not to worry, that he wouldn’t hurt me. He put his entire cock into my ass just then. He pushed it slowly but firmly, worked it until it was swallowed by my ass…we were truly connected we were like an oreo that was missing one of the cookie pieces – 1 black and 1 white stuck together by an unseen glue. He hurt me, but he felt good too. He glided is cock in and out of my ass and played with my clit with one of his hands. He began to go faster, so I knew he was going to cum….but suddenly he pulled out, and I begged him to feed me more of his cock. Just looking at how thick it is makes me hungry for it. He did, and I sucked him until he was near to the edge again, and he snatched it out of my mouth, and shoved his big juicy cock inside my pussy. Finally!!!. He fucked me, as true and as hard ad as gently and as roughly as I’d always imagined he would. When he finally came inside me, we were both spent, and he sat down, reclined in his desk chair. I slipped down off of his desk and started to suck him some more, until he was stiffened up a bit. Next, I planted myself on his lap, facing him, and guided his cock back inside me – it gradually grew as hard as before. We talked that way for hours, and made plans to do this again. I did not let him leave however, without having one last purely orgasmic sess
ion, of him – fucking
me better than I’d ever been fucked before
—Please, tell me what you think (constructive criticism welcome)