Please note that this story is a complete work of fiction. I am a huge fan of these women and they are all incredibly talented. This is a work of complete fantasy and no disrespect is meant to any of these truly professional ladies. This story will be at least two parts and maybe more if people seem to enjoy it. Thanks for reading!
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It was a cool, rainy evening and I was ready to unwind after a busy day at work. It was primary season and although I don't work in politics, there was always a noticeable buzz in the air in D.C. when anything of political significance was happening.
A little about myself. I'm a single, 28-year old black male, and I've kept in pretty good shape since my days playing football as an undergrad. I've been working at a law firm here in Washington D.C. since I graduated from Georgetown Law a couple of years ago. I love my job and it doesn't hurt that there are a number of smart, sexy women that I have the pleasure of working with on a daily basis. It certainly makes being in the office more enjoyable than it could be otherwise.
During my first few months on the job, I developed a flirtatious relationship with one of the young paralegals in the office.
The tight black skirt she was wearing and the way her tits were on display in her silver blouse would not allow me to focus one night when were both working late. I guessed her tits were probably a 34DD and they were definitely natural judging by the way they bounced as she walked back and forth from the copier.
Her blouse was unbuttoned at least one button too many to be considered appropriate or professional. I began wondering if she had done that intentionally to tease me since no one else was left in the office at that late hour.
As I watched her move around the office, I felt my cock growing and I knew I had to have her that evening. I walked up behind her at the copy machine and was about to tap her on the shoulder when she turned around, reached her hand down to my crotch, and grabbed a hold of my cock through my pants.
"Mmmmm I've always wanted to suck on a big black cock like this," she said with a naughty little smile on her face.
Well she was finally getting her opportunity and she took full advantage of it. She surprised me by taking all 9 inches down her throat before bending over the copy machine and letting me slide my big black cock inside of her. I pounded her pussy from behind for about 5 minutes before pulling out and shooting rope after rope of cum all over her back.
She told me she hadn't been fucked that good in a long time and that she had been waiting almost two months for me to fuck her. I love sluts.
My days of hooking up with co-workers and fucking in the office ended when my boss, one of the female partners at the firm, called me into her office and told me she had been made aware of a security tape from a few weeks earlier. Surprisingly, she told me that I was not being fired but it was a behavior that could not continue if I wanted to keep my job.
I wondered if she had actually seen the tape and decided at that moment that I needed to keep my work life and sex life completely separate to avoid losing such a great gig. I thanked her profusely for being so lenient with me and decided to get back to my desk before she changed her mind. As I was closing my boss's door on my way out of the office, I heard her call my name. I peeked my head back in with the door only slightly ajar to see what she needed.
"Yes, boss?" I asked hoping she hadn't had a change of heart. "You should have cum on her face," she said with a wink. I couldn't believe it.
Getting back to my original story, I stepped out of the rain and into the dive bar that I frequent right around the corner from my apartment. I love the place because it's so close to home and there's never much of a crowd in there. I have my other spots that I go to if I'm looking for a more lively night out but when I just want to have a couple of drinks and watch some of the game before going home I stop there.
This night seemed pretty typical initially. I grabbed a stool at the bar in front the big screen to see if the Wizards could snap their 3 game skid. Al, the bartender, poured me by usual drink. Crown on the rocks. A few other regulars were shooting pool but all in all it was a quiet night just like I liked it. As Al brought my drink over, he tilted his head towards the table in the corner drawing my attention that way.