Fuc Doll: Sidney Mcqueen

Well, dear reader, are you ready for the next installment of this story about the ultimate fuck doll, Sidney McQueen?

In the last chapter, Sidney's blow job and wanking skills had earned her a job as a secretary at Star Pharmaceuticals.

Sidney had now been in her role for a little over one month and like most people in a new job, was very keen to make a good impression. And oh boy, had she made an impression!

Practically every man in the building had somehow found reason to visit the 12th floor where Sidney worked from. They found whatever excuse they could to perve and ogle this walking, talking fuck doll.

Sidney was secretary to Bob, an ageing director with the company. Bob was sat at his desk in a plush office of the towering black building dubbed by employees as 'Mandingo' due to the similarities between the famous porn star's giant black cock and the phallic-shaped office towerblock in which they worked.

While we're on the subject of black cocks, Bob was currently watching some interracial porn on his office computer, one of his favourites. A pretty blonde teen was busy being pummeled by a group of black studs with long, fat, veiny schlongs.

"Sweet Jesus, she fucking loves taking those black dicks!" Bob thought to himself, his eyes widening as one of the porn stars in the movie spread the teen's bum cheeks and started to feed his monster cock into her once-tight arsehole.

He heard that familiar 'pop' sound and looked down. Under his desk was Star Pharmaceutical's current Employee of the Week, Sidney McQueen, who had just released Bob's own bulbous cock from her pretty mouth.

"Would you like to cum on my pretty face or over my big titties, Sir?" enquired Sidney sweetly, looking up at her old boss with the most dazzling big blue eyes. "Your 1 o'clock will be here in ten minutes."

Sidney enjoyed performing regular fellatio for her boss. Even though Bob was more than three decades older than her and wasn't in the best physical shape, her superior had something that she loved - a large and reasonably girthy cock.

On her first proper day in the job, Sidney had measured it. Sidney believed in keeping accurate records of all the dicks she has encountered. Bob's measured up at a pleasing nine inches long.

You may recall Steve and Frank, from the interview in Chapter One of this story. Steve had a decent eight inch cock and Frank's was seven. Sidney had a rule that she would never fuck a man with less than seven inches, so Frank's meat stick was only just deemed acceptable by the dick discerning Sidney.

Anyway, back to the story. Growing impatient for a response from Bob and greedy for man meat, Sidney deep-throated Bob's cock once more. Within moments, saliva was soon oozing out the sides of her mouth, as she held Bob's nine inch pole in position, enjoying the sensation of her throat being filled.

"How am I meant to think when you do that?!" Bob snapped.

Sidney released Bob's rock-hard cock from her mouth once more. "I'm sorry, Sir. Your cock is just so delicious."

Bob smiled at his secretary. "No, I'm sorry, Sidney. That was very rude of me. I guess I'm a little stressed. I thought some porn and a blow job would relax me, I've been a bit worried about this 1 o'clock meeting."

Our teen blonde hero always had the perfect response, as her dainty hands stroked Bob's dick. "Don't worry, Sir, I've got everything in hand. I know how important this meeting is and I know just what to do to make it a success."

Bob really was lucky to have such a wonderful new secretary, he thought. "Lets put the old fella away and we can continue this later."

Ever the dutiful and dedicated employee, Sidney stuffed Bob's cock back into his trousers and zipped him back up.

With that, our blonde beauty got out behind her boss' desk and stood up. Bob's eyes took in the sight of his fuck doll secretary. She really was sex on legs.

Sidney was only a petite 5ft 1 in height, proving that the best things do come in small packages.

Not that her tits would be described as small - her 34E boobs were on display today in a low-cut top, a special request made by Bob for today's meeting.

Usually, Sidney would either only show off her tits or legs, but again, Bob had made a point for his secretary to also wear a short skirt, her tanned legs glistening under the office artificial lights.

Sidney strutted across the office floor, her arse cheeks momentarily peeking out from her miniscule skirt, as she returned to her own desk, immediately outside Bob's office.

Enjoying the view as he watched her leave, Bob turned off the porn film and poured himself a whiskey from the drinks cabinet.

Looking in the mirror, he didn't like what he could see this time. Staring back at him was an ageing face, covered in wrinkles, his eyes tired and weary.

"Come on, old son. You can do this," he said softly to himself.

There was a knock on the door, which promptly opened and the sensational sight of Sidney was back again. She really was a tonic, her smile enough to cheer up anyone.

"Sir, your guests are here for your 1 o'clock", Sidney said, sounding very professional. "Mr Masterson, Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown."

With that, three black men entered, wearing smart business suits. They were all physically imposing figures, well over six feet tall, with big hands, big feet. Big everything by the look of it.

"Welcome to Star Pharmaceuticals, gentlemen!", Bob said warmly. "Please, take a seat."

The three men sat down, the two in their 30s chose the chairs facing Bob's desk and the taller of the three in his 40s settled himself down on a sofa.

"May I offer you fine gentleman a drink?", asked Sidney, her hungry eyes taking in the three men. She did so love black men. Especially fit black men, their suits straining against their gym-honed bodies. "We've got tea, coffee or perhaps you'd like something stronger?"

Spotting the decanter on the drinks cabinet, the older fellow on the sofa was the first to speak, his voice deep and rich. "Three whiskies. Pour yourself one and come and sit that booty next to me."

Sidney briefly glanced at Bob, smiled and simply said "Very good, Mr Masterson."

The blonde honey strode across to the drinks cabinet and fixed the drinks, with a whiskey for Bob too. Sidney could feel all the men's eyes watching her like hungry wolves, but especially so Mr Masterson who was clearly enjoying the enticing figure.

"Your secretary is a hot piece of ass, where did you find It?"

Sidney was almost dancing around the room handing out drinks, Mr Masterson's eyes following her as she went.

"Oh we struck gold with Sidney!" said Bob, as the secretary started to hand him his whiskey.

Mr Masterson made a snorting sound. "No whiskey for Bob, wench. Give that to me."

For just a brief second, Sidney looked horrified and was unsure what to do. Bob nodded at her ever so slightly, trying to reassure her.

Sidney followed Mr Masterson's orders and handed him the whiskey intended for Bob, before sitting down on the sofa next to the black man, a little away from him.

Mr Masterson patted the seat cushion next to him. "Here", he simply instructed. Sidney obeyed and sat right up against him, his leg pushing against her warm thigh. He downed his glass and held it up at Bob. "You. Another."

Bob looked around, briefly paused and then got up from behind the desk and started to fetch refills for his three guests.

There was a knock on the door and in walked Bob's colleagues, Steve and Frank.

"I didn't say 'Enter'", said Mr Masterson, glaring at the two men, who looked nervously at Bob for some reassurance. "Try again."

Steve and Frank left the room, closed the door and knocked again. This time they waited. Ten seconds went by, twenty seconds. Finally, Mr Masterson, a man of few words said, "Enter."

Looking mortified, their faces both bright red, they looked around the office, wondering if to sit down or stand. They decided to stand, locking eyes for a moment with Bob who was looking shameful, before he broke eye contact with this buddies.

Bob looked at Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown sat across from him, who were both silently scowling at him. He gulped.

Meanwhile, Mr Masterson was whispering in Sidney's ear, she giggled, her blonde locks shaking a little as her head moved back from the laughter.

"Oh Mr Masterson, you are funny!"

Her hand was suggestively pulling at the straps on her top, causing her to reveal even more cleavage. He had a large hand placed on her soft thigh, his eyes now focused down on the huge pair of white milk mountains.

"Your secretary has massive knockers...Bob, is it?"

Everybody - Bob, Steve, Frank, plus Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown, all looked across at Sidney and her ample charms that were spilling out of her tight top.

"Yes...er...thank you, Mr Masterson", said Bob meekly. Concerned that no business had yet been discussed, he added, "So, shall we talk about the contract? Steve and Frank here have the paperwork for you."

"Not yet", said Mr Masterson, his hand moving further up Sidney's golden thigh. He saw her underwear. "Red, my favourite colour."

Sidney looked at the imposing black man. He really was a man mountain, his shoulders so wide, his barrel chest so big covered in a dress shirt. She looked completely under this spell.

"Stand up and twirl."

Sidney got to her feet, her high heels helping to elongate her legs. She slowly spun around, her hands flirtily lifting her short skirt to reveal a little more.

As she was turned around for the second time, with her mesmerising bum facing Mr Masterson, he grabbed her firmly by the hips, silently instructing her to stop.

"Remove your skirt and top."

Sidney acquiesced to his wishes. Deliberately, slowly, in an effort to exert some control on proceedings, she tantalisingly unfastened her skirt first, slowly de-robing. With the skirt now on the floor, Sidney's bountiful booty was now fully visible except for a tiny red thong that Mr Masterson seemed particularly enarmoured by.

"Charming," said Mr Masterson, as he placed soft kisses on each sizeable bum cheek. "Shake it."

Sidney began to twerk for her new master, her bum cheeks both honky donking with aplomb. She really did have a phat ass that any black woman would be proud of. He slapped it a few times, watching the pleasing jiggle of her ass.

"Turn."

With that, Sidney faced Mr Masterson and with her arms crossed, lifted her top over her head. Her tits looked even bigger now unleashed from the confines of her top. The straps of her bra looked like they would snap at any moment under the weight of the bra's contents.

Despite such a sight, Mr Masterson remained expressionless. In a quick motion, he reached behind Sidney and somehow removed her matching red lace bra. Now free from her over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders, her enormous yet perky boobs were there for everyone to see. Including a now growing crowd of office workers peering in from outside.

With her top off, it revealed Sidney's pierced belly button. Mr Masterson softly kissed her naval, running his hands up her smooth stomach and onto the blonde's huge breasts which hung heavily in front of her. He cupped one in each hand and squeezed them together.

"Sit."

Sidney made the decision to sit down on Mr Masterson's lap. She could feel his sizeable erection forcing itself against her delightful derriere. Remembering Mr Masterson's comment about red being his favourite colour, she bit her lip, before acting.

Then slowly, Sidney removed her red lace thong, expertly unhooking them from around her high heels and held them up for Mr Masterson. "Please keep them as a memento of our successful business meeting, Sir".

The bossy black man accepted them and raised them to his face, inhaling deeply, before stuffing them into his breast pocket, which made the knickers look a little like an ordinary pocket square.

Mr Masterson smiled broadly at Sidney, his white teeth sparkling.

"Contract", Mr Masterson simply stated, with a click of his fingers. Bob silently implored Steve and Frank who eventually realised and started going through their files.

Mr Masterson glanced at the expensive Cartier Santos on his wrist. "Now."

Finding the paperwork, Frank quickly raced across and offered it to the impatient Mr Masterson. He accepted it and dismissively waved Frank away.

"Your secretary will now dance for my two colleagues, while I review the contract," Mr Masterson said in a matter of fact way.

Bob, Steve and Frank all looked like broken men as they struggled to understand what was happening. Yet they were also very aroused, particularly at the sight of Sidney, who was now naked apart from her high heels.

Without hesitation, Sidney got up and sexily walked towards the ever silent pair of Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown.

"Music", came another order from Mr Masterson.

Steve and Frank looked at each other, wondering if they were to perform it. Before they could break out into song, Bob had realised that Mr Masterson was requesting musical accompaniment for Sidney's sexy dancing. Soon, The Pussycat Dolls were blasting out of the computer speakers. A bigger crowd of people were now camped outside the office, peering in.

Sidney turned the two men to face her and was now performing a raunchy lap dance, brushing her massive tits into their now smiling faces, allowing Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown a suck on her hardened nipples. After the two black men had finished feasting away like two newborn infants on her massive tits, Sidney sexily turned around. Showing all the skill of a professional exotic dancer, 18-year-old Sidney gyrated her wondrous booty on each of their laps, grinding down extra hard to feel their excitable bulges.

And then, suddenly.

"Stop the music!", came the order. But this time, the instruction hadn't come from Mr Masterson, it had come from the completely naked Sidney.

Wondering what was going on and now used to following orders without question, Bob stopped the music.

Every man was now staring at Sidney, but rather than looking in an admiring way, they were puzzled, unsure, worried.

Was Sidney about to mess things up, wondered Bob. It was all starting to go well - Mr Masterson was studying the multi-million pound contract, his two colleagues were being kept entertained by sexy Sidney. With any luck, the ink would soon be dried on the contract and the three black men would be on their merry way. Then things could return to normal with Sidney perhaps helping the trio of Bob, Steve and Frank celebrate their business success by covering her in their hot, sticky spunk.

Mr Masterson was looking up for the first time since he'd started reviewing the all-important business contract.

"Why has the wench stopped dancing?", he asked, a little angrily.

"I...I don't know," stammered Bob, wiping sweat from his brow.

Then Sidney spoke up. "Mr Masterson, I do apologise for stopping, but I've discovered something of vital importance and needed to inform your Excellency at once."

Mr Masterson accepted another whiskey from Bob, which he downed. "Go on."

Steve and Frank were shifting uneasily on their feet, as Bob sat down at his desk, looking forlorn.

"Sir, I must start by saying that I adore black men. I'm a Size Queen, so to me, a black man is almost guaranteed to have a big, fat donkey dick swinging from his legs."

Sidney caught her breath before she continued: "I refuse to fuck any cock less than seven inches. Ideally, a cock would be ten inches or more."

Frank, realising his seven inch cock is on the smaller end of Sidney's requirements, looked sheepishly to the ground.

"Very admirable, a wench should have standards and be ready to serve black supremecy," said Mr Masterson.

"Thank you, Sir, I am very willing to serve you, my Master. When I was sat on your lap earlier, I could feel your big black cock. I got so horny, you may have noticed the wet patch my pussy left on you."

Mr Masterson didn't bother to look down, "I noticed. A quite understandable reaction."

Bob put his head in his hands after he had exchanged glances with Steve and Frank. They could feel their deal slipping away. Even the once menacing Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown were beginning to shift nervously in their leather chairs.

Sidney continued, "Every weekend, me and my mates go out clubbing, hunting for big cocks."

"Continue," said Mr Masterson, a half smile on his usually stony face.

Sidney nodded, "Lads lie about how big they are, it happens all the time. So we have ways to see who is really as big as they say."

"Interesting," said Mr Masterson, quite enjoying the discussion, but trying not to show it.

"I've not seen your cock yet, Sir, but I reckon it's 12 and a half inches long. Am I right?"

For the first time over the course of the meeting, Mr Masterson looked genuinely impressed. "You are 100% correct. What a gift you have."

A smile came across Sidney's face. "No, you're the one with the true gift, Sir. But unfortunately, your two colleagues Mr Jones and Mr Felixtown..."

"Yes?" The two silent black men were looking worried now.

"Well, the thing is, Sir. They both have tiny dicks."

At this revelation, the shock could be felt across the room.

Sidney continued, "In fact, while I left my pussy juice on your lap, Mr Felixtown also has a wet patch, but from cuming in his pants."

Mr Felixtown tried to cover his crotch area, as everybody tried to see for themselves.

For a while, the room was silent as Mr Masterson looked lost in thought, before he finally spoke, "Men, undress and line up."

With that, Mr Masterson's two colleagues both stood up. They looked awkward, eyeing the door as if plotting a run for it. But one look at Mr Masterson stopped such plans, so under duress, they started to undress.

"All men are to get naked - black and white," came a follow-up instruction from Mr Masterson's all too familiar voice.

With that, Bob, Steve and Frank also started to strip off. Eventually, the five men were all bollock naked. The only person still dressed was Mr Masterson.

"Look at each other and line up smallest to biggest. Get hard, young Sidney here will measure you."

The five naked men sized each other up - two black men in their 30s, fit bodies, rippling muscles versus three white men in their 40s and 50s with manboobs and paunches.

"Chop, chop", said Mr Masterson, unimpressed.

Eventually, they were all lined up, according to who the men deemed to have the biggest dong.

Sidney, who had located her trusty measuring tape, looked across at Mr Masterson for permission to begin. He nodded.

At the end of the line was Frank. He looked very embarassed, as he desperately stroked his cock, trying to maintain his hard-on.

Looking up the line, Sidney shook her head and grabbing Frank by the cock, she moved him further along the line, then returned to the end.

Sidney exchanged a withering look with Mr Masterson, whose appreciation for the hot blonde was growing almost as much as his monster cock still hidden in his pants.

The sultry teen dropped to her knees in front of Mr Felixtown. She looked up at him - her wavy blonde locks falling on her shoulders, those dreamy blue eyes all wide and expectant.

But as you, my dear reader already know, Mr Felixtown doesn't meet up to Sidney's expectations. She held the tip of his penis with one hand, and with great care, rolled out the measuring tape to the base.

She sighed as she admired the otherwise buff body from this black man. "A disappointing four and three quarter inches."

Hearing this, Frank felt elated, as he continued to stroke his cock, preparing for his own inspection.

Getting up from her kneeling position, Sidney allowed her hands to squeeze Mr Felixtown's muscly biceps, before running her long fingernails over his defined pecs and six-pack. She moaned slightly.