Dickin' Down The Designing Women Ch. 3
Charleene Stillfield sat at her desk, the crumpled piece of stationary in her fist now mashed up into the smallest ball her large hands could muster as she lustfully watched the proceedings. A small dribble of drool seeped out of her mouth, out onto her lower lip as she openly starred at her boss and longtime friend, Julia Sugarbaker, dutifully drop to her knees in front of the sofa and start to crawl, fully clothed, on the floor towards the naked black man that had just finished fucking Mary Jo.
Charleene shook her head slightly from side to side, not believing the carnal image of her fifty-year-old coworker on her knees with several beads of cum reflecting nastily off her face under the glaring overhead lighting as she crept forward.
With her left leg folded over top of her right underneath the receptionist's desk, both Charleene's feet nervously jittered back and forth as she anxiously tried digesting what she was seeing, not fathoming what could possibly happen next.
As her focus intently narrowed on Julia and her slow crawling pace up to Dewayne with Antwan following behind closely as if he was walking Julia towards his friend like a dog on a leash, suddenly something extremely hot and fleshy crashed into the side of Charleene's face.
Snapping back in her office chair, Charleene instinctively rotated her eyes to the right to determine the cause of the sudden impact. As her eyes focused on the cause, it was as if there was a concentrated blackout blocking out her senses. Derrick had eased in from the side and now both the head and shaft of his erect and ready monster were crudely jabbed into the side of Charleene's blush covered alabaster cheek.
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Suzanne Sugerbaker stood flatfooted and mesmerized in front of the heavy mahogany door that served as the entrance to the design firm. Even though the powerful and probing black stud named Charles that had worked his way behind her continued his indecent explorations, all Suzanne could focus on was the image of Mary Jo laying sweaty and embarrassed on the same sofa where Suzanne had sat thousands of times.
As her insides buzzed to the core, starring up to Dewayne with bestial lust, Suzanne's gaze slowly lowered to his feet where she then saw for the first time the image of her older sister Julia, crawling like a common, wanton slut directly towards Dewayne's swinging black phallus.
"Ohhh...my...GGGOOODDDD," Suzanne gasped inaudibly to her sister, "...don't do that!"
Upon hearing Suzanne's plea for someone "not to do that," Charles guessed it was Suzanne's last ditch efforts to get him to stop his continued advances.
"Pleaseee...stoppppp," Suzanne muttered once again, this time even more weakly.
With his fully aroused, steely cockhead now completely embedded against Suzanne's inner thigh, just below the lining of her expensive panties, Charles began smacking his sizzling cockflesh against Suzanne's bare skin, teasing her relentlessly with it until he could feel her body start to whimper and grind against his. Inhaling deeply, Charles was sure he could smell the pungency of Suzanne's aroused vagina as he continued digging his cock into the softness of the heavy set woman's ample inner thigh.
Whispering into Suzanne's ear, Charles let the rich bitch know, without a shadow of a doubt, that her weak pleas were not going to be heeded.
"You don't like it," Charles cooed sarcastically into Suzanne's ear. "It doesn't turn you on to see that little Mary Jo bitch laying over there on the sofa in a pool of her own satisfaction...it doesn't turn you on to see your own high and mighty sister over there crawling on the floor like a little slut right at that swinging black dick in front of her...HUH...it doesn't even turn you on when I do...THIS!!"
Charles clutched his cock tightly and proceeded to smash it right into the front of Suzanne's steadily soaking panties until he could clearly hear the squishing sounds from above.
"Nooooo," Suzanne gasped, her voice trailing away weakly.
Charles patiently waited for a moment until the sensation he was waiting for hit. A slow trickling stream of Suzanne's vaginal emissions leaked out from the lining of her panties and dripped down onto Charles cock that was snugly positioned beneath.
"You're not aroused Huh," Charles scolded and mocked as he smashed his dick against the front of Suzanne's pussy once again, this time causing her knees to buckle.
"Aaahhhhhhh," Suzanne gasped hoarsely.
"Ummmhhhuuummmm," Charles gleamed broadly, sensing Suzanne on the verge of submissive collapse.
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Mary Jo Shively felt like a crumpled, used heap spread out on the luxurious sofa as the pounding inside her head and the vibrating inside her cunt continued relentlessly. Every nerve ending in her fingers and toes screamed out from exhaustion as she tried to roll over to see where everyone was.
As Mary Jo's eyes slowly re-adjusted to the light of the room, everything seemed blurry as she sensed she was on the verge of blacking out. With her eyes dilating, all she could make out were the vague outlines of the figures surrounding her. Trying her best to raise her head to follow the unfolding events, Mary Jo swore she saw the pantyhose clad legs of her boss, Julia, slide past her on her knees before disappearing out of her line of limited sight. Shaking her head from the confusion, Mary Jo suddenly felt her whole body go weightless for a brief moment before she landed in a cluttered heap on the carpet in front of the couch in which she had just gotten fucked on.
A distinct chuckle rippled through the room as all 5 black men laughed watching Mary Jo's almost naked body fall clumsily to the floor. Looking on with wondrous glee, the four men along with Anthony looked at the other three women in the room knowing that they would soon be in the same sexual exhausted and debilitated state as Mary Jo was now.
Sensing Mary Jo's need for refreshment, combined with his own swelling lust, Anthony inched his way out of the shadows, walked around Dewayne as he stood his own ground waiting for Julia to crawl over to him, and carried a glass of water over to Mary Jo who was now in the fetal position on the floor in front of the couch.
With one hand holding the glass of water and the other squeezing his hard dick through his trousers, Anthony eased up to Mary Jo until he was right beside her, feeling her contented heat rise up and resonate around his legs.
Taking the glass of ice cold water and turning it sideways ever so slightly above Mary Jo's head, a small stream of the chilled liquid rained down with a nasty splash on Mary Jo's parched face and chest.
Opening her mouth to desperately catch what fluid she could as Anthony stood over 6 feet above her, Mary Jo looked up through her blurred eyes and saw the murky outline of her black male co-worker squeezing his noticeable erect ridge through his pants as he sneered down at her, watching joyfully as she tried to lap up every ounce of water he was dripping down on her.
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Charleene's eyes steadily bugged out, watching as Antwan stripped himself naked moving slowly behind Julia as Charleene's middle aged boss continued her slow crawl over to Dewayne.
Just as Antwan dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them, allowing his rigid, uplifted black pride to swing freely, Charleene felt the presence of Derrick's cock burrowing into cheek become unavoidable.
Losing all grasp of reality, Charleene tilted back in her chair and her first instinct was to turn her shocked face sideways to see where the virile assault had come from. The only thing Charleene succeeded in doing when she rotated her mouth sideways was allowing Derrick's erect spear to push securely between her numb, gaping lips until its seething, throbbing mass slid mightily over Charleene's bottom row of teeth before smacking hard against the back of her parched throat.
Looking down into Charleene's face, his lust pulsed wildly upon seeing her eyes appear to cross. Derrick then smiled down wickedly as he began to mock the statuesque southern belle.
"Mouth gettin' dry watchin' that...Huh," Derrick snarled. "Better get some spit going Bitch...this facefuckin' I'm gonna give ya is gonna be unbearable if you don't."
As he started to grind his hips forward, Derrick gave Charleene an approving nod of his head as he felt the country girl's saliva slowly seep out onto his rigid ebony cockflesh. "That's more like it...slut!"
Placing his hand on the top of Charleene's head, Derrick rocked all the way back before cruelly twisting his hips forward, forcing his now slick spear right down the helpless woman's virgin gullet. Increasing his facefucking motions, Derrick's pulse raced watching the way Charleene's huge titties rocked uncontrollably inside her tight blouse each time he shoved his cockmeat deep down her mouth. He could also see Charleene's nipples hardening noticeably at the tip of her breasts, seemingly growing with each passing second as they grazed the side of the desk when she was sitting.