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"Come in," Danny called without even bothering to look up from the papers on his desk. Although he heard the door swing open, he didn't acknowledge that someone had entered his office. He was a managing partner; whoever it was could wait until he finished what he was doing.
After almost five minutes of playing the waiting game, Carnie finally spoke up. "Mr. Givens? I'm from network support, and I need to..."
Danny was outraged; he could not believe that some network support weenie DARED speak to him before she was addressed. It had been a long time since he'd been a "little people"; he'd forgotten how to me polite. "Young lady," he interrupted, " I don't know who you think you are barging in here with your little task, but ...JESUS!"
During his tirade, Carnie had moved in front of Danny's desk, waiting patiently for it to end. As he was just getting revved up, he made the mistake of looking up, only to find the most stunning set of tits he'd ever laid eyes on. Danny had never really been attracted to black women (in fact, he didn't think he'd ever had any desire to fuck one), but Carnie was definitely capable of changing that.
Since she was not a member of the consulting staff, she wasn't held to the stricter blue suit, white blouse dress code that women normally had to adhere to. She had a little more flexibility, and used it to her advantage. On a woman of average height, her 44DD breasts would have been large, but not exaggeratedly so; however, Carnie barely stood five feet tall, and might have weighed 100 lbs. with a brick in each pocket. Her skin was a deep, healthy tan, light enough that Danny could see the veins tracing through her magnificent tits clearly through the pale blue blouse that clung erotically to them. Her nipples were a dark chocolate brown, almost black, about 3.5 inches in diameter, and came to a point almost a half-inch long.
It was easy to tell all of this because Carnie wasn't wearing a bra. Carnie's nipples slowly crinkled growing harder and longer Danny's intense stare. She smiled as he reflexively licked his lips.
"Yes Mr. Givens?" she asked sweetly, her voice sounding both innocent and inviting at the same time. By this time, her nipples were straining so hard against the material of her blouse that Danny was certain they were going to punch right through.
"Did I do something wrong?" Danny struggled to regain his composure. In business, he never let the other person know that they'd had an effect on him.
"I'm very busy today," he said evenly, his voice calm and level. "What is it that you need in here..."he scanned her employee badge, which hung at an obscene angle off of her chest, "...Carnie? Can't it wait until after I've left for the day?" He put on an impressive performance, one that would have been totally believable, except for the fact that, other than when he read her name, he stared at her hardening nipples the entire time.
"Well actually, sir, I need to look at your laptop," Carnie said apologetically.
"I have to run an inventory, but I promise it will only take a minute." Taking advantage of his apparent distraction, Carnie made her way around to the side of Danny's desk, over to the network port, as she spoke.
Danny turned to follow her movement, pleasantly resigned to "endure" the interruption. Hell, this girl was hot! As if to emphasize the point, his cocked stirred in his lap, lightly twitching as Carnie's lower half came into view. To Danny's amazement, the rest of Carnie was equally impressive. Her waist was very slim; Danny suspected he could probably encircle it with his hands. Her hips were slender and slightly rounded, and her legs seemed unbelievably long for a woman so small. Her slight heels supported toned, well-muscled calves attached to thighs that could only belong to a distance runner. Once again, Carnie had taken liberties with the dress code, and had opted for a burgundy skirt that showed off her skin color well and, although pleated, stopped at mid thigh.
She turned and smiled at Danny, and looked over at his laptop, pushed aside to the far corner of his desk. "Good, you're not logged on. That will make it go even faster. Let me just plug my laptop into the port and fired it up, and I'll be out of here before you can shake a stick." She turned back toward the wall. Was she making fun of him? Danny adjusted his trousers, but kept his eyes on Carnie's back. In a fluid motion, she bent from the waist, unzipped her laptop bag and removed her network cord. She then attached the cord to her laptop, fiddled around for a minute, powered it up, stood up and walked toward Danny's desk. There was no way to hide the effect she was having on him. The front of his suit pants were rigid, his cock filling the slight area tightly, discomfort clear on his face.
While she was bent over (which couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two), Danny's cock got harder than it'd been in years; not just hard, but steel bending, rock splitting hard! He confirmed that she wasn't wearing any pantyhose, because when she set up her computer, her skirt rose clear to her ass. Carnie's sense of style extended to her underwear; today, she was wearing a burgundy t-strap to match her skirt. Calling the t- strap clothing was being generous. From what Danny could see, it consisted of a piece of material no thicker than a shoelace that went down the crack of her ass (which was firm, and round, with no hint of flab) and met a similarly small piece of material that should have covered her pussy in the front. However, this material was not up to the daunting challenge, and could only manage to gently separate her outer pussy lips, spreading them so that Danny could see the pink edges when she was in that position. He also saw that she was aroused. Her pussy glistened and the material of her t-strap was damp where it spread her lips. He was surprised that he didn't shoot right there in his pants. The problem was, how could he fuck this woman without ending up on the bad end of a sexual harassment inquiry, if not a racial discrimination charge as well.
Carnie walked behind him to his credenza, seemingly oblivious to the raging hard on he was sporting or the obvious lust in his gaze. As she connected the two computers, she bent slightly, and Danny was immediately rewarded with the musky odor of pussy seeping from between her legs. That was more than he could handle. With a soft throaty groan his cock exploded, showering his boxers and suit pants with thick jets of cum.
Never in his life had he ever cum without someone at least touching him! The beeps and tones indicated that Danny's computer was nearing the completion of the boot up sequence. With Carnie's back to him, Danny hastily slid his soiled lap under his desk. Breathing deeply to steady his voice, Danny asked as casually as he could manage, "So, how is this inventory different from the one that my assistant did last week?"
"Oh, that was a property inventory. This is a software inventory."
"Software inventory?"
