Author's note:
Be warned, there is a lot of offensive and demeaning words in this story. If you are not interested in that I would recommend stopping now.
Black Office Slave
Kiera was a 19 year old, petite black woman. She wasn't fat but definitely a little plump. With thick thighs, DD breasts and a curvy ass, Kiera knew she was hot and loved to flaunt it. Although she loved having men stare at her or try and flirt with her, Kiera had only slept with 5 men and didn't consider herself a slut.
Although she didn't fuck around a lot, she had a number of dildos and vibrators that she hid in her bedside drawer so her mum and dad wouldn't find them.
Kiera would make herself cum at least once a day, normally just before going to sleep but occasionally before going to work she would fuck herself to an orgasm.
At that time, Kiera had just started her first full time job as an Administrator for a sales company in the small town she grew up in.
The company had 12 people working there and Kiera was the only woman. Also, all of the men were white. Nearly all were over 50 years age, the owner, Mr Lawrence, was 56. The only exceptions were Dave who was 27 and Peter who was 30. Both were attractive.
It was a professional workplace but Kiera used that to her advantage. The way her grey pencil skirt hugged her curvy ass and showed off her smooth, ebony legs were as seductive as they could be. She also usually wore a white blouse that buttoned tight to her big, heavy tits.
She had been working there for two months and was getting used to the work, but she also loved an office full of men gawking at her.
I wonder how many of these older men picture me when fucking their old wives?
Was a question that Kiera loved to think about.
Peter, the 30 year old had short black hair and a stubbly beard. He always wore a suit, either navy or grey and Kiera had to admit he was very attractive. As far as she was aware, Peter and Dave were the only single men in the office.
Kiera took an instant liking to Peter, constantly flirting with him and teasing him with her seductive body.
She would lean over his desk and give him a good sight of her cleavage. Peter would also compliment her a lot, some more sexual than others which made Kiera's pussy tingle.
One night, she was in bed, completely naked with a dildo sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy as she pictured Peter fucking her.
She pictured his hand gripping her throat as he fucked her with a big cock, thrusting in and out of her, calling her all the abusive and humiliating names she could think of.
Kiera loved the idea of a dominant man who could call her "whore, slut, slag, cunt," over and over.
In her normal life, if a man ever called her that she would rip his balls off, but when she was horny she loved the idea of it.
It was on a normal Wednesday when everything changed.
It was 3pm and Peter walked over to Kiera's desk, he had his navy suit on that showed off his muscular body and Kiera's pussy gushed.
If only he knew how many times I've fucked myself picturing him.
"Kiera, how's it going?" Peter asked.
"Good thanks, how can I help?" Kiera asked and spotted Peter glance at her chest.
"I was wondering if you could stay late with me tonight? I'm seeing a new client soon and won't be back until 5pm, then I'll have a lot of paperwork that'll need putting onto the system." He told her.
Her first reaction was annoyance, Kiera had no desire to work late, but then she thought about being alone with Peter and her pussy twitched again.
"Sure, I can do that." She said with a smile.
"Thanks, see you later." Peter told her and walked away.
The rest of the day Kiera did bits and bobs at work until everyone left. It was another 20 minutes until she was expecting Peter back and Kiera found herself turned on at the thought of being alone with him.
With no one around, Kiera leant back on her desk chair, lifted her pencil skirt up a little, pulled her red thong to one side and started to slowly rub her clit.
Kiera's ebony pussy was already wet and as she slowly pressed against her clit she got wetter and wetter.
"Mmm." She moaned, slipping a finger deep inside of her wet hole.
Kiera was getting hornier and hornier, she pushed two fingers deep into her pussy over and over.
To get more comfortable, she lifted her legs onto the desk and spread them apart and fingered herself faster. With her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse slightly and reached in to cup her tit. She played with her smooth, big nipple as she fingered herself and let out more moans.
"Oh god... fuck." Kiera moaned a little louder.
"Excuse me?!" A male voice shouted.
Fuck!
Kiera jumped in shock of being caught.
She instantly stood up and looked to see not Peter, but the owner of the company Mr Lawrence stood in front of her desk.
I mustn't have heard him come in!
Kiera thought.
Her face burnt with humiliation of being caught in that position, even worse, she knew she was about to get fired.
She just started at the older man, he had a very unhappy look on his face and Kiera felt like she could cry out of embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry." She managed to stutter out.
Mr Lawrence kept staring at her. For an older man his skin was pretty smooth and young looking.
Kiera looked to the floor in embarrassment and then went to grab her phone.
"I'll just go." She whispered.
"No." Mr Lawrence suddenly said very firmly. Firmly enough to Kiera jump.
"W-what?" Kiera stuttered, she looked up and saw him staring at her.
"I told Peter to go straight home and do the paperwork tomorrow," Mr Lawrence told her, "I only came back for my laptop as I am having a surprise trip tomorrow."
Kiera's eyes darted from Mr Lawrence to the floor,
will he just fire me already!
"But, this was a pleasant surprise to come back to." Mr Lawrence then said which took Kiera by surprise.
"Excuse me?" Kiera asked,
what is he saying?
"I mean, you have been flaunting your hot little body around my company since the day you started," Mr Lawrence said, he stood perfectly still, "I knew you were a dirty little slut the day I saw you."
What did he just call me?
Kiera's eyes shot wide open and her jaw nearly hit the ground, she couldn't believe that he would say that to her. Worse, having this older man call her a slut had Kiera's already wet pussy gush even wetter.
"I... I... I..." Kiera stuttered, although she had no words come to her mind.
"Be quiet." He barked back.
Kiera's body was filled with a mix of fear, but also, horniness.
"Now," Mr Lawrence said, his voice turned quiet and frightening and he started to walk around Kiera's desk, "carry on."
Carry on?
Kiera thought.
"What?" She asked.
Mr Lawrence had moved so he stood next to Kiera.
"Sit back down and carry on with what you were doing before I came back." He told her, very calmly.
"I... I don't think.."
"You don't need to think you stupid little slut," Mr Lawrence cut her off, "sit your curvy, black ass on that seat and carry on fingering your little whore cunt."
Every word out of his mouth shocked Kiera to her core. But something inside of her took over, Kiera's natural submissive nature took over and without thinking she sat back down on her seat.
