Black Milf Boss Makes Me Obey Part 2 (Age difference, Race difference BfWm, Dominance, Cheating)

To be honest I could barely sleep that night. I was freaked out about what she’d seen on my phone, about if she’d actually liked some porn on it… If there was more she’d seen and I didn’t know about! And in the end I was kind of a wreck when I rolled out of bed. Thankfully other than the bags under my eyes you couldn’t tell as I cleaned myself up and managed to eat a pretty lame breakfast.

I made it to work, being let in by third shift security and making my way to Nessa’s office. Where the woman herself had beaten by god know’s, and actually had a cup of coffee waiting for me. “Mornin’! Manage to make it in on time eh? Good, I like a punctual man. Go ahead and have a sip of that and we’ll get started.”

I stuttered out a thankful noise and took a sip. It was surprisingly sweet, which was nice since I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker. She saw the pleased look on my face and I saw her face split into a more than a little mocking grin. “Yeah I didn’t think a softy like you’d be much for drinking it straight so I lightened it up for ya.” I could feel myself going red.

“Uh… thanks boss…” She laughed freely and I took another long drink. She must have been here for a while, it was fairly warm, but not piping hot. I watched her finger’s slam into her keyboard, the long nails coming down like ice picks. They were a different color today, gold with black tips. And as I set up my laptop to work out of I saw a ping that I’d gotten a couple email’s from her with related information. Sure enough, work was on.

I drained most of the cup she’d gotten me in less than an hour as I struggled to keep up. I wasn’t sure if she was just laying out the day’s work early, or just packing it on. I had a lot more to get done, and she just kept sending it. I stayed as diligent, and slowly caught up. And losing track of time as the light coming in through her large windows went from red dawn to a blue sky. The day grinded, and I actually ended up a lone more often than not as she kept leaving the room. I stayed there and took care of business, getting almost lost in the effort when my head snapped up as she called to me.

“James. Come on out here for a moment.” I looked up from the desk, and realized she was out in her larger room, the one with the large table on it for meetings. I went out and she was sitting on a decently sized couch on the side of the room. She had her shoes off and one ankle up on her knee as she rubbed at the ball of her foot. There was a grimace on her face and I frowned as I came up.

I almost asked if she was alright, but didn’t want to insult her. “What can I do for ya Nessa?” She looked up at me, then gestured loosely for me to have a seat at the other end of the couch, I did.

“Did you manage to finish the Caxton brief?” I nodded even as I spoke. “Uh yes. I finished it a way’s back actually.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. She smiled a bit, even as she still seemed uncomfortable.

“Really? That is a good pace… hmm… Thats good, that free’s up some time and lighten’s the load for the next few day’s.” She stopped looked at me half way though speaking. Nodding to herself, but paying more attention to her heel and ankle.

I felt myself cheering up a bit at that. “Happy to help chief, erm… everything alright there?” I had to ask, and she looked at me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow that said ‘took you long enough’.

“Hardship of looking good, heel’s are killing me. But I’m too damn sexy to wear flat’s.” I blinked at that, but nodded despite myself. Her sharklike grin came out. “Heh, glad you agree with me.” And I froze like stone not sure if I’d fallen for a trap, but hoping it was just her teasing me. “I’ve spent too long on my feet taking charge around here, feel’s like the only person I don’t have to personally grab and direct is you… and its driving my feet crazy. Maybe I should schedule a massage, if I had the time.”

And of course… I had to offer. “Would you like… me too? Ma’am?” Her eyes came up to mine very gradually, as if she was being careful to not just snap them on mine. I hoped very hard that I did not look like a dear in the headlights. “Oh? Would you do that for me James?” I swallowed, and didn’t let myself nod, not sure how jerky it would be. “Uh… sure.” I blinked several times, and watched her sit up straight, give me a once over, then grin and nod. “A’right… I’d appreciate that.”

And then she was leaning back and to the side, swiveling on the spot, and her feet were in my lap. It occurred to me, again, that Nessa was on the thicker side. Her thighs and calves had a lot of muscle, and I wondered just how those dark thighs would look bare… But they weren’t. She had on a professional business skirt that went down past her knees with just a slit on the side for flexibility and dark hose covered her legs and feet. I looked at them, my hands up raised and nervous. My eyes were wide, and I knew I had to definitely be pulling a dear in the headlights now. I refused to look at her, I’m sure the expression on her face would make it even worse. I pursed my lips, which were very dry by the way, and reached out for her feet.

I didn’t have too much experience with massages. Ok, like none, but I knew you wanted to find muscles, and rub them steadily. I picked her right foot first. It was closer to me and more awkward for it, but it was the one she had been aching over. I’m fairly sure I didn’t have a foot fetish, which I was glad for since it meant I didn’t pop a boner under her heels. But as I got into the motions I did get a bit excited. The contact, the feel of a person under my hands. And then she started letting out moans. Deep throaty sounds of contentment, that filled me with bursts of pride and way too much arousal.

“That’s good Jimmy… Don’t stop… use your, hnnn… use your knuckles a bit. Yeaaaah….” I bit my lip as I focused on what I was doing. Some things obviously had little effect, and others had big ones. To be honest if I wasn’t trying to learn as I went I’d definitely be turned on like crazy. But as I started to get into it, feeling more relaxed about what I was doing I made a mistake and looked over to her.

My boss was reclining on the back of the couch. One arm was curled behind her head, and grabbing the other extended one by the elbow. And as she stretched out some her bust pushed amazingly at her top. I swear it was like her breasts were trying to break free. And as she moved I realized one of the buttons of her blouse had come undone and I could see inside where she had on a black bra and the barest hint of dark cleavage.

My hand’s slowed in distraction, and she opened her eyes to look at me. I noticed that gaze a few seconds later, during which time I had been blatantly staring at my boss’s tits. And when I saw her gaze, her wide toothy grin was in full force. I almost gave myself whiplash looking away from her. “Uh…. Shit… S’sorry.” It was an incredibly lame apology, but in that moment my brain was fried. I wasn’t rubbing her feet now, feeling like it was just weird after checking out her tits.

“Keep going.” She said, her tone casual. And I did. My eyes were still wide and focused just on her toes. My face and neck where hot and I had no idea what to say, so I did what I was told. “And keep looking…” I was breathing roughly through my teeth as my head creaked up and around. The separate urges to look at her, and anywhere else warred and it was like my neck was rusted. But I did as she told me too. And I noticed that another of her buttons had come undone and before my eyes she popped a third. I looked past her bosom to her face, where she was grinning and biting her lip and steadily she revealed more and more. Then a hand was grabbing her bra and a sound like a whimper came out of me as she popped one very large breast out.

I felt my breath catch and my body shudder. My hands were still moving, but not very well. And lounging back my gorgeous boss showed me her truly amazing breasts. They were full and round, with thick nipples that stood up straight from very dark quarter sized areola’s. Her breast’s were the same perfect chocolate complexion as her face, and as I watched she gripped one and squeezed. I made another small sound, not quite aware of it and she laughed. Her laughter seemed surprisingly gentle and honest, I got the feeling she was having a lot of fun. And as she moved her feet she could tell I was too.

I winced when her pantyhose clad toes pushed against my very hard member and her eye’s widened with interest. “You like em Jimmy? Like my… big… black… titties?” I couldn’t really trust myself with words, and gave a very stilted and shaky nod. But I did managed to force a groaning “Uh… huh.” And felt like I almost burst a blood vessel trying to keep under control. What fucking control, my boss was showing me her tits and now it felt like she was rubbing my cock with her feet!

Her smile somehow got even bigger at my response. Then she was lifting her legs, and spinning in the seat. Her feet were in the air, then rotating before going down and suddenly she was sitting right next to me. Her face was less than a foot from from mine, her revealed tits literally in arms reach. I wondered if she wanted me to touch them, if I could… but she decided she was the one who was touching, and her hand grabbed my cock through my pants. I let out another whimper, I was shocked and her grip felt like it could have been gentler. “Oh yeah… you like it a lot. Mmmm… I think I like this too.” Then she pushed off the couch and was standing over me.

I wasn’t sure if I should stand up too, but then she was looming over me. “Get it out Jimmy… get your hard little dick out…” I didn’t know how I felt about little, but when your topless boss tell’s you to get your dick out, you do it. So even as I nodded and stuttered out a “O-ok!” I was undoing my belt, zipper, bouncing my ass off the chair an inch or so while I shoved my pants and boxers down. My cock was out. It wasn’t that small… I think it was actually a good size! Not that I’d gotten to show too many women to be honest.

I was dreading it a bit, but with clenched teeth I looked up and into her face. Her eyes were very wide, and for once she wasn’t showing teeth. Her mouth was curved though, and overall the the close mouthed smile gave off a sense of… satisfaction? I hoped so… And then her mouth split as she licked her lips, and dropped to her knees. “Ok Jimmy… I won’t lie to you… you’ve got a tasty looking cock.” And as she said the last word her bare hand wrapped around it, hard. “Agh!” I grunted out and grabbed the couch roughly as I winced. She didn’t loosen up, and her grin just ratcheted up.

“You’ve been working very hard… and we have some time to kill before my conference call… So… momma’s gonna take care of this… and then… well, then we’ll see.” I nodded ascent, and even with her rough grip the idea of her doing anything to ‘take care’ of me was too damn exciting to to let me pussy out now. And as my cock throbbed so hard she felt it, I saw her eyes go to it, then up to me with that cheshire smile grin I was really starting to appreciate.

“Hehe, good boy… just sit back…” She ducked down her face closing to my cock as her hand finally loosened its grip. “And let me… ” Her mouth came level to my cock. “Show you how its done….” My eyes had to be the size of saucers as this gorgeous women opened up that mouth and her tongue almost seemed to unroll from her mouth to hang down before it came in contact with my cock near the base and ran all the way up.

“Unnng!” I moaned out and the pure delight in her eyes was undeniable. She came close, pressed both her lips to my cock while simultaneously gripping the shaft again with her right hand. She sucked, then pulled away, her big red lips making a loud pop as the pucker left the tip, and groaned through my nose struggling to force my mouth shut. And as her shark like grin opened wide, I got the feeling that my struggle at self control was just a challenge for this far more experienced woman.

She practically devoured me… Her head ducked down, wrapping her lips around the tip and she began to suck, swirl her tongue, and bob her head up and down on my shaft. “Oh fffffffFUCK!’ I finally exclaimed. My legs and my ass tensing up to try and lift my cock and push in deeper, but she was in control as she bobbed rapidly on the first few inches of my cock, and her hand stroked and spun on the base. I watched her lips leave a thick snail trail of saliva up and down my cock, and as she got it wetter and wetter it bubbled around my shaft. She pulled off and both her hands grabbed my shaft to stroke it. “Mmm, gotta nice cock for skinny white boy. You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna cum hard for me?” I panted hard and watched her stroke, and for a second my eyes got hooked on her left hand and the ring on it. Holy fuck a married woman was working my cock!

She saw my eyes, and if anything she grinned. “Oh… does that ring bother you baby? Getting worked by a married woman?” I winced, but shook my head. “Oh? Then you want more? Wanna cum hard for a married slut?!” My eyes bulged out, and I finally had to speak my jaw unclenching. “FFfffuck, yess!”

“Ha!” She laughed then seemed to dive onto my cock! She let go with both hands and I let out a strangled moan as she took me balls deep and sucked my cock like she wanted my soul. I was pretty sure she had it… I was too horny, too tense, and too fucking turned on. “Uh… uh… ugh!” For just a moment I realized that wasn’t it bad manners to cum in a girls mouth and not warn her? But as I moaned I swear she just went harder! This wasn’t a girl trying to have fun, this was a woman who was working my cock like a fucking pro and as I gasped and my heels stomped into the ground around her I came hard and she locked eyes with me… as she swallowed every damn drop.

She didn’t pull off… Not as I gasped and shuddered. She did pull back to half my shaft, and one hand stroking and twisting… But her tongue lashed my sensitive tip, and as I moaned and felt my eyes cross a bit, she just sucked even harder. “Agh!” I let out a cry of anguish as she wrung out my post orgasm cock head then pulled off with a loud pucker. Her suctioned lips had almost seemed welded to my cock! Fuck, can you get a hicky on your dick?!

My chest heaved as I panted… “Oh… oh fuck… Holy shit… Nessa… Oh my god…” She looked at me with a far too cocky expression, and a finger came up to rub at the corner of her mouth. “Good boy.” Was all she said, and gave my cock head a pat that made my entire body lock up for a second “Hnng!” She stood up, and walked to her desk as I panted and tried to get my head back. I watched her, still topless, lift up a small mirror and lipstick, and reapply. Her lipstick had left a few marks on my cock, mostly on the tip at the end there… but the expensive stuff had mostly stayed in place as she touched it up. She also checked her hair, the bun having come undone a bit… Then after a bit of thinking she loosened it up to let if fall down around her head in a set of bouncing waves.

She finally turned to look at me, breast’s out, hair down, and fresh lipstick glossy. “Tell me Jimmy… do you have much experience eating pussy?” I blinked, swallowed hard, and knew that lying would get me in a lot more trouble than anything else. “Uh… not… a lot.”

My experience was so lacking that even that felt like a lie. I’d only done it two times, and the one time the girl had been so drunk I don’t think she felt it. I hadn’t continued after having felt a bit too much like I was taking advantage. Even if she had dragged me to the room. My trip down memory lane of… half a year ago? Was cut very short by a soft snicker from my boss. She’d just sucked my balls dry but I still managed to blush a bit from her reaction.

“Oh don’t worry, thats a good thing. Means I can show you how to do it right, and hopefully not untrain any dumb shit…” She moved away to the other side of her desk, and waved at me. “Well? Get your ass over here!” I let out a strangled grunt and jumped off the couch pushing my dick back into my pants and rushing around to her side of the desk. I got there just as she unzipped her skirt some, then keeping it out of view she gripped her panties and pushed them down before taking a seat. Her legs were closed and she looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Get on your knees.” I blinked, then obeyed almost instantly. This was insane!

And as a reward she spread her legs to reveal the dark soft lips of her pussy. It was dark, and had a bit of bush on the top. And sticking out between the folds was a glint of silver. She had a pierced vagina. I’d never seen it in real life, only in porn! But hell, Nessa was easily hot enough to be a porn star… Then she put two long nailed fingers on the side of it and spread. “Put your face here, tongue out, and lick like a happy puppy.” I started to go forward in a daze, intending to do my best but stopped short as she held up her other hand. “Don’t… use your teeth, don’t shake your head like you’re having a seizure, and don’t let me catch you trying to spell the alphabet. That shit don’t work. Lick it, suck it, love it… Understand.” I thought so and nodded with a “Uh huh.” Sound. She grinned at me, and the hand that had been raised reached out to my head and aimed me as I leaned in.

Tasting her pussy was like an awakening. That’s sounds so cheesy, but I’d never had so much fun while concentrating like my life depended on it. She coached me, and was kind of ruthless about it. Including pulling my hair, and bringing her feet around to get me in the back with a heal. But I learned, and she started to enjoy herself. Which was a lot more pleasing than I thought it could be… And just as I thought I was getting the hang of it, that maybe I could speed up and make her cum she stopped me.

“I have a conference call. It’ll take half an hour to an hour. You’re going to take your time and eat my pussy till its done…” My eyes widened, and I looked at her slick went entrance, and thought about how my tongue was just a bit stiff and tired… I looked back up and her grin was almost feral. Eyes narrowed, teeth showing. “Take your time, use your lips more… and if you stop for more than a few seconds before I’m done, then I’m kicking you out of this office and then out of your job.” My eyes went very wide, and my lust was hit with a sharp stab of fear. “Hey!” She snapped me out of it with a whip crack of a word followed by something that would have made me laugh if it wasn’t so serious. “Its not gonna eat itself…” I swallowed, my mouth full of her taste… and went in for more.

I’ve heard once or twice that blowjobs are hard, and called jobs for a reason. But fuck… if working a pussy for the better part of an hour wasn’t a goddamn endurance sport!

She put on the call quickly and I heard a number of people talking. I just kept my mouth moving. I took her advice and tried to let my tongue rest. My jaw felt like it was going to cramp at once point and I kept that still and just used my lips. Making nuzzling and sucking motions against her snatch. At one point I heard the voice of Janice, my regular supervisor talking and it was the strangest damn thing in the world… And later one when I got a second wind and was taking the chance to see how deep I could get my tongue I felt her shudder and I think orgasm… maybe just a little one? And I remember it as about the same time I heard a strong voice cut into the line and a person come on that I realized was the CEO of our company. And as she shuddered the man called out to her.

I looked up at her and and had her head back and eyes closed, talking around a smile as she answered questions and promised feed back where needed. All while I felt her juices fill my mouth. At one point she reached over, hit a button that I’m sure had to be mute and looked down at me. “You’re doing… pretty good baby… Shouldn’t be much… longer.” Then she opened her mouth and let out a loud breathy moan, that inspired me to put the tip of my tongue on her piercing, I was pretty sure it was her clit… and wiggle it like a mad man. I did so till her thick thighs smashed into the sides of my head so hard my ears rung. It muffled her for a moment as she let out another softer cry. Or maybe it just seemed softer through her thighs… and she loosened up and unmuted the call.

I started to zone out for a bit near the end. Just falling into a trance of my lips on hers. The taste of her pussy was all I could think of. I vaguely wondered how many times she’d came, and honestly figured she wouldn’t tell me the truth if I asked her… And finally it was over. She tapped my head, I pulled back and looked up at her blearily. “Good boy.” She patted my head, and I slumped back. I’d been stuck on my knees most of that time, shifting from one to the other and thankful for her carpeting. I reached up a shaky hand to wipe my mouth, and realized her juices had run down my chin, and soaked the top of my shirt, tie included. Not to mention the front of her chair and a wet spot on the ground under it.

I was spent and she stood up, towering over me. “You… didn’t do half bad Jimmy. Heh, are ya feeling tired.” I couldn’t get out any real words, and I didn’t have the energy to nod after all the neck work. She smiled at me patronizingly. “Aww… poor baby is all wore out…” I couldn’t help it, I rolled my eyes. That just got a laugh out of her, more of a cackle really.

“Oh.. so that’s how it is. A’ight… you’re tired, did a hell of a job so I understand… Just wanna relax… probably don’t even have the energy to bend me over this desk.” My eyes that had been looking past her to the ceiling locked onto my absolutely crazy boss like a laser. “What?” Her cheshire smile was in full force as she leaned on the edge of said desk and looked down at me. I swallowed hard, and she raised an eyebrow. I think I actually jumped up a bit as I rose to my feet, springing up to bounce an inch and lock eyes with her.

“Are you… serious?” Her tongue came out ran along her teeth. “If you think you’ve got the energy…” My cock had been rocking a semi through most of that. As kinky as it was, it had calmed down to nothing half way through. Though it had bounced up from time to time, especially when she’d had that one big orgasm… But suddenly I was harder than I can ever remember being. The smell of her pussy filled my brain, and even though I was a bit lightheaded I wanted her so badly. She grinned at me, then turned to face her desk. She looked back at me over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

I realized I’d already undone my pants again, shoving them down to let my cock spring free like a horse out of the gates. And looking down I saw her skirt already partially undone and I grabbed and lifted it. Her ass was plump and round, and I let out a small groan just to see it. “Oh you like that ass too baby? Think you can handle that much-!” **SLAP!** I wasn’t even trying to interrupt her, I just saw it and went on instinct. My hand connected to her round backside and the entire thing jiggled just right. I looked up at her and saw just a hint of surprise, but no anger. “Ha! There ya go! Get that ass baby! You earned it…” Holy fuck I had… I smacked it again, then used my other hand. Every wobble and shake of her ass was like art to me. I had to have it.

I moved closer and my cock brushed against her, she bent over and stuck it out for me. I was breathing hard, and took int he view as it spread of her puckered ass and the pussy below it. All of it was wet an glistening from her fluids that looked like oil on her dark skin. I gripped my cock and guided it to that slit and the shining piercing that I’d gotten so very well aquainted with. My cock slide into her pussy and I groaned as I sank into her all the way. Nessa let out a gasp, honestly louder than I’d expected. I grinned like an idiot, proud of it. But she turned and looked at me with a growl. “Take it easy on the first time! Damn boy, I know you’re pent up but have a little patien-UNG!” I interrupted her again without thinking, this time by pulling out to just the tip and thrusting back in.

“Ung… S-sorry…. oh fuck that feels good!” I wasn’t thinking really, I was going on auto pilot. Gripping her wide hips and gasping out in pleasure as I drove myself into her again and again. She moaned and on the second thrust dropped her fist onto her desk, then let out a gasp that turned into a moan. I worked into a rhythm after a while my hips getting used to the range from my hips to your juicy apple bottom. Then looking down at it I swung and gave it another good slap and the sound she made was definitely pleasure. She was always in control, but I think my boss had a thing for rough sex… But I had no good clue on how to give it to her more. And as much as I wanted to smack her ass more I was too horny. I needed release after all that time on my knees! I grabbed her hips and started to just wildly fuck. Almost more like animal humping than anything, and as she looked back at me she just encouraged it.

“Do it! Fuck that black pussy! Fuck this married bitch! Ooooh fuckk… Do it! Rawdog this pussy like your life depends on it! AAAHH!” She yelled out and I wasn’t sure if she was cumming or not I didn’t care. Her words turned me on, I’d never been with a black woman and now I was balls deep insider with no condom! My married boss was screaming at me to do it and I came my damn brains out inside of her.

I think I almost blacked out for a second. Light headed from earlier never quite went away, and as my orgasm rushed out my knees went a little week. But I managed to stay standing and instinct more than anything kept my hips pumping even as my overly sensitive cock head screamed at me in post orgasm. I made a low moaning sound, then groaned out as I slumped over her from behind. “Holy… oh my god… this is unfucking real…” I panted out the words, then pulled back and out of her. She looked back at me, a satisfied expression on her face. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her mouth was open as she caught her own breathing. I leaned to the side, and put some of my weight on her desk. I almost fell over tangled on my own lowered pants.

She looked at me, then my cock, then moved closer and gripped my tie. The one mostly soaked with her pussy juices. “I think… I’ll keep you around.” She had her mouth open, tongue moving a bit as if she wasn’t sure what to say. Then she closed her mouth, nodded just a bit to herself, and yanked me a bit closer with her tie as she leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine. Even after all this it felt like a surprise. It wasn’t a long kiss, but there was tongue… all hers. then she pulled off with a loud wet pop and grinned at me. “Yeah, you’re my little office toy now Jimmy. And don’t worry,” She reached up and smacked the side of my cheek twice, but not roughly. “I was joking about your job. I’m not that kind of bitch… but I wanted to see if you could go the distance… I was pleasantly surprised.”

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