Shawn and I didn’t mention our little adventure into my interracial fantasy for a long while. I know both of us couldn’t forget that memory though. I found myself spacing out whenever he walked by my cubicle or whenever I saw any expression like smugness on his face. My pussy throbbed at the thought and I would excuse myself to the ladies room to try and calm down. Mentally calming myself, closing my eyes and trying to imagine other things, worked for awhile. A few weeks of this happening almost everyday eventually made it impossible. I would calm down, go to the bathroom mirror and see my flushed face. Then I would remember staring at my reflection with Shawn’s load and my spit running down my face and I would turn right around and go back into the stall. After this happened twice I gave up and began to masturbate in the office restroom stalls, stuffing my mouth shut with my fingers to silence my eager cries of lust as I pounded my hole with my invading fingers. I took to bringing a dildo with me in my purse to help myself get off. After about a week of doing this once, maybe twice a deal, I realized my performance was slipping. I was spending more time fucking myself silly then I was working with my head in the game. I needed to do something stat, and I knew what I had to do. I had to get Shawn to fuck me.
On a Monday morning I stumbled bleary eyed and sleepy into work. I had opted for an early shift and the office was quiet. I enjoyed the early morning hours at work. People still mainly worked remotely so I usually had the entire office to myself. It allowed me to prep myself mentally for the rest of the day, take my time, and relax a bit before my supervisors started hammering me via the company chat. I remember I opened my phone browser and immediately the cries of a woman being fucked hard blasted the silent office. I had left a porn video open from yesterday’s gooning session. I quickly closed it and blushed grateful I was alone when I heard a deep voice soft and questioning call out from across the floor.
“Maddie?” Shawn’s unmistakable voice called out. I bit my lip and closed my eyes in mortification.
“Yep.” Was all I could reply, my heart was pounding as I heard him get up from his squeaky chair. His footsteps were heavy, relaxed, and spaced because of his long strides.
“What was that?” He said chuckling as he sipped on a cup of coffee and looked down at me.
“Just a prank my friend sent me. You know one of those videos where it tricks you into turning up the sound before porn sounds start.” I said trying to laugh it off.
He looked at me and grinned. “Yeah I remember those. For a moment I thought you were on pornhub again. Truth be told I got a bit excited.”
He wasn’t lying I thought. His body language though relaxed was oddly stiff around his waist. His slacks looked more ridged then normal. I could guess his impressive manhood was excited. The throb between my legs came as if on queue as I imagined the black man’s cock in my throat again, then throbbed again more eagerly imagining him bending me over my desk and pounding my pussy. Whether or not my lust was on my face or not, or if he was just being bold he reached down and groped one of my breasts and groaned with his desire. I blushed and let out a soft moan of longing.
“What are you doing?” I said biting my lip and looking up into his face. His usual smugness was gone, he looked nervous actually.
“I know you’ve been thinking about our last encounter as much as I have.” He said, this time his hand undid one of my buttons so it could slide underneath the fabric of my top. His hand roughly gripped my bra cup and tugged it down so his thumb could flick and rub the nub of my hardening nipple. I said nothing as moaned and simply looking him in the face again. He took my silence and lack of protest for full consent. Removing his hand from my tit he gripped my arm and pulled me roughly up to my feet. Our lips met in our panting lust. His hands gripping my hips tightly, my arms hanging limply at my side as my eyes closed. We both groaned softly in our passion as our tongues wrestled together.
“Fuck me Shawn.” I said after a few heated minutes. My voice was ragged and needy. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He loosened his neck tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt while I turned around and quickly undid the work pants I was wearing. I looked back at him and saw his chest and shoulders swelling as he squared up, undoing his belt and unzipping his own trousers. Gripping a handful of my hair once again he tugged my neck back. I arched my back up and stuck my ass out. I needed him inside of me, I fully expected any moment for the thick head of his cock to split my pussy wide open but instead he kissed my neck and leaned his body against my back. Grinding my ass against his cock, I could feel it nestled between my ass and his groin. His hot breath smelled like his coffee as it tickled my ear and neck. I could feel his heart pounding against my shoulder blades. He released my hair and pushed me down forcefully.
“Don’t move.” He said with a growl. I did as I was told. Closing my eyes in anticipation before I felt his rough hands grip my ass and spread my cheeks. My sticky wet cunt peeling apart, I could imagine him looking at the prize he was about to claim. I felt his hot breath on my loins and then his lips and tongue burying themselves in my honey pot. He was ravenous. The man that had taken what he wanted last time without a care for my needs was gone. He was still in charge, still taking what he wanted, but he wanted me to cum. He wanted me to be rewarded I thought. I did cum, quickly, his stubble and skilled tongue tickling and teasing my clit and body until I couldn’t stand it. I felt my release dribble down my thigh as I shook slightly. I almost caught my breath when his cock entered me, pushing my lilac panties to the side.
It was heavenly, the amazing full feeling of being stretched. Every sensitive nerve within me stimulated at once as he buried himself to the hilt with one hard thrust. I trembled beneath him. My hands brushing some papers and office supplies out of the way as I lifted my head up onto my elbows and looked back at him. He was looking at my ass, his eyes flickering to mine as he slowly thrust deep into me. I moaned loudly for him, I could tell he wanted to know my pleasure as much as he wanted to satisfy his own. His hands kneaded my ass and his hips pounded against mine. My whole body jerking forward as the desk shook. Shawn fucked me hard and deep for what seemed like hours. Time seemed to stand still as I was lost in the ecstasy. When he pulled out and came on my ass it was like being brought back to reality. Both of us panting, covered in sweat, myself in his cum. He pulled his pants up and left. I thought he was done with me but then he returned with a tissue. He wiped his mess off my lower back and then leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. Glancing at the clock I got up and quickly fixed my top and pants. The few other employees would be arriving soon. I looked at Shawn and we didn’t say a word to each other. He simply collected his coffee and returned to his desk.
“Wait.” I said as he turned to leave.
“My lunch is at 11:30…don’t be late.” He grinned that smug smile I always loved to see and nodded. I returned the smile as I sat down and stared at my computer screen. It was time to get to work.
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