As Emily spoke Brad double-checked the Find My iPhone app and sure enough she and her phone were still at the office. He mentally admonished himself for doubting her.
"Well don't worry," he said. "I'll get dinner ready before you get home. What time do you think you'll be back?"
Emily stopped sucking Damien's cock and leaned toward the speakerphone where it was on the desk. "I don't know. Damien left more than half the project unfinished when he left and he's being a real cocksucker about me getting this job done for him." She licked the head of the huge black cock in front of her. "It looks like a lot but I can handle it." She looked up at Damien who was desperately trying to keep from laughing. "I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours."
With his dark, powerfully sculpted physique towering over her like this Emily felt like a complete whore. When Damien suddenly entwined his massive hands in her thick red hair, pulling just enough to make sure she knew who was in control it only reinforced the feeling. She loved it.
She still wasn't sure how far she'd go with him but at that moment she decided that at the very least she needed to suck this cock until she tasted his cum. Beyond that she didn't know...
"Yeah," Brad said as he flopped dejectedly on the couch. "He really fucked you this time."
"I'll live," she said as she started stroking Damien a little faster. "Besides, we need my job to survive until your bar starts bringing in money. So whatever he gives me I'll just have to take it." After another pause to compose herself and keep from laughing at her own puns she said, "Love you."
"Love you too," Brad replied feeling a little better about everything as he hung up. Emily had been working late an awful lot lately but she was right: with his bar still new (and very much underwater) her job was the only thing keeping them afloat. Whatever her boss threw at her he knew she'd have to take it. He just didn't understand why she was always the one who kept getting fucked? Surely there were other employees that could be doing their share of the work too.
After Emily had hit 'end' on the speakerphone Damien finally let himself laugh. "You are a cruel bitch, you know that?"
She sucked hard on the end of his dick for a second before replying, "Oh, like you give a shit. I can always stop if you're suddenly overcome with guilt."
He grabbed hold of her hair, "Don't you fucking dare. You been prancing around here teasin' the fuck outta me since you started workin' here and now that I got you alone I'm gonna get mine."
She started sucking him again with renewed vigor, slamming his dick into the back of her throat as she deepthroated him. He held onto her hair as she did, forcing her back and forth and occasionally holding her down so that she'd come up gagging and sputtering. By the time he let up on the facefucking her mascara was running down her face and her lipstick was smeared on both her face and his shaft. He pulled her back and slapped her.
"I knew you were a whore on day one," he snarled at her. "You know that? The minute you walked in here I had you pegged for a freak. The way you walked around here in them little skirts I knew you were just aching to get fucked by a real man. Then I caught you checking out that UPS brotha and I knew you'd be down for some black dick. It was just a matter of time before I took that married white pussy for myself."
"Is that a fact?" She asked as she stood up. She slipped her dress off over her head, leaving herself in just a black bra and panties. The tattoo of Brad's name rested on her left hip just above her panty line. Damien's eyes darted to it momentarily before he touched it and chuckled.
"Well," she continued once she had also unhooked the bra and tossed it after dress. "I've never been with a black guy before and you've got a reputation around her for fucking anything with tits. I figured if anyone around here would be willing to fuck a married white woman it'd be you."
"I might have a rep but you're the first married bitch I fucked."
She grabbed his cock again. "Don't get too cocky. You've only fucked my face so far."
Damien touched the tattoo again as she started to stroke him. "That little bitch you got waitn' on you at home don't fuck you right, does he?"
"Oh, he fucks me just fine - just not as often as I'd like," she said. "Besides, what do you give a shit? I'm about to let you destroy my tight little pussy with this fucking monster. That should be all that's on your mind right now."
Damien sucked on one of her nipples and then the other, biting intermittently as he did so. "So," he said finally. "You just a whore. Is that it?" He grabbed onto her ass with both hands. "Either way this big snowbunny ass of yours deserves more than whatever he's giving you."
"Now you're getting it," she said as she dropped back onto her knees and sucked him again, bobbing back and forth as hard as she could. Just sucking his fat cock was getting her wet but the added thought of his massive tool fucking her pussy open had her practically ready to cum then and there. She banged his head against the back of her throat while simultaneously rubbing her clit through her panties. It took all of two minutes to get her there.
She groaned and clamped down on his cock as the orgasm shuddered through her. She may have been concerned about her resolve to go through with actually fucking Damien -- the idea of cheating on Brad with someone she worked with made her a little nervous -- but as she sat there on her knees, shaking with an orgasm brought on by the mere thought of fucking him she knew she had to go through with it. Besides, Damien was fucking gorgeous and she didn't know when she'd have another opportunity to get split open with a dick this big.
When she stood up Damien was laughing almost maniacally. She finally kicked off her soaked panties and kissed him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He resisted momentarily and then started kissing her back, probing her mouth with his own tongue while his massive, calloused hands started probing her body. His left hand clamped down on her ass again while he worked two of his right hand fingers into her wet pussy.
They stood there entwined, her hands around his shaft, his hands all over her, for an eternity. She had promised herself to not go any further than meaningless, one-time-only sex and yet here she was kissing him more passionately than she kissed her own husband most of the time.
Damien broke the kiss and pushed her back a bit. He wrapped one hand around her throat and dug his huge fingers even deeper into her pussy. "I bet you're the kind of bitch that likes getting choked, aren't you?"
Emily choked out a noise of agreement just as she felt herself starting to build to yet another orgasm. Her pussy involuntarily clamped down on his fingers as she started to cum and her vision went cross momentarily as Damien tightened his grip to match.
He leaned in so that their noses were practically touching. "I fucking knew it," he snarled. "Some white whores love getting treated like shit. Some big nigga slaps you around and calls you a few names and you cum all over the place."
Emily broke away from his grasp and bent over her desk, spreading her legs slightly. "Then call me names while you fuck me with that big nigger dick," she said as she reached underneath herself and started rubbing her clit again.
He licked his hand and rubbed the head of his cock. "When I'm finished with that pussy, you won't be able to feel them white boys anymore. You know that, right?"
"Ye--" Before she could finish speaking he slipped into her and the rest of her taunt was lost in a sudden intake of air and all she could manage was a breathy, "Oh-my-fucking-god."
He slid in further and she threw her head down, almost slamming into the desk. She could feel her legs starting to shake. She hadn't been lying when she said Brad fucked her just fine but this... this was almost more than she could handle. This was by far the biggest dick she'd ever had inside of her and her pussy walls were straining to accommodate him. She may as well have never been fucked before.
"Goddamn it girl," he groaned. "You weren't lying when you said you were tight."
She wanted to say, 'Not when you're done I won't be,' or something equally whorish but all she could manage under the circumstances was a moan of acknowledgement and rapid breathing. When what felt like an eternity had passed Damien's massive cock finally hit bottom and Emily's eyes momentarily went cross. She gasped raggedly and finally managed, "Goddamn... goddamn."
Damien ground himself into her as far as he could and leaned close to her ear, "You ready to have your fucking cunt destroyed?"
"Oh god yes," she gasped into the desktop. "Wreck my pussy Damien."
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head away from the table. He growled into her ear this time. "You can do better than that you filthy little whore."
Emily bucked against him. "Fuck me already you big, black motherfucker. Fuck me so goddamn hard I can't walk afterwards."
"More," he commanded.
"I want your big black dick to ruin my little white pussy."
He pushed into her further and pulled on her hair so hard it made her eyes water. "More you stupid cunt."
"I want you to fuck open parts of me my husband's sad little six-incher has never even seen. Make me a black cock slut. Leave my pussy so fucked open and blown out I can't fuck anything but big black motherfuckers for the rest of my life."
"That's more like it." He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands. He pulled back about halfway and slammed back into her listening to her ragged breathing as he did. Then he pulled back further and slammed back into her even harder. He loved the sound white girls made when they took his dick for the first time.
After a momentary pause to let her writhe beneath him, he started to pound her, rhythmically thrusting into her while maintaining his deathgrip on her hips. White girls come and go but a sexy redheaded white girl with black girl's ass? This was something special and her pussy being as tight as it was was just the cherry on top of it all. He wanted to fuck this girl into the ground, ruin her for anyone and everyone else, make her into a black cock slut for real, not just this roleplay shit.
Emily groaned, gasped and shuddered with each of Damien's thrusts. She groaned when her pussy strained to accommodate his massive cock; she gasped every time he pulled back, leaving her suddenly empty; and she shuddered with each of the little miniature orgasms that she had when he thrust back into her because they were roughly equivalent to what she had thought were 'fullblown orgasms' before. Orgasms she had only ever gotten alone. Brad made her cum but fucking barely and not without a significant amount of effort.
"Oh goddamn it," she groaned. "Fuck me Damien."
"Louder," he demanded as he took hold of her hair again and pulled it hard enough to keep her head back and her ass arched up toward him. "Tell me how much you love this fucking cock."
"Oh godfuckingdamn," she groaned again. "I love your cock."
He slapped her.
"I love your big black fucking cock," she half-screamed at him. "Just keep fucking me like this daddy. Make me your fucking whore."
Twenty minutes of Damien's mind-blowing rhythm and she couldn't take any more. She was screaming loud enough at this point that anyone in the building afterhours would likely think she was being stabbed. She had lost count of her smaller orgasms an eternity ago and she needed something more to facilitate the massive, earth-shattering orgasm she knew was building up somewhere inside.
"Oh you wanna be my goddamn whore?" he growled. "My whores can take a fucking load."
"Then fucking cum in me," she gasped without hesitation. "I want your fucking cum."
She meant it too. Right then and there there was nothing she wanted more than she wanted to feel Damien's big black cock unload into her.
Damien didn't even break rhythm. "Then say it like you mean it you stupid fucking slut."
"I want you to dump your fucking load in me," she groaned. "Make me a real black cock slut and send me back to my husband full of nigger cum."
"You on the pill?"
She didn't give a shit. "No."
"Good," Damien grunted as he thrust in once more and suddenly unloaded into her.
The first blast of cum hit her insides and she immediately knew what her pussy had been building up to all these years. The earth-shattering, eye-crossing orgasm hit her full-force and her world turned inside-out as her pussy convulsed and flooded. She screamed with pleasure and then the second, third, fourth and fifth blasts of his cum repeated the same earth-shatter. She felt her legs giving out but Damien still held onto her hips and the desk was still beneath her, otherwise she likely would've fallen to the floor.
"Oh-my-fucking-god," she managed halfway through the orgasm. "Oh-my-fucking-god."
