Jonis Next Job Ch 07

CHAPTER 7: CHANGES

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER ...

Jason has made a lot of impressive changes. I know he consulted with Terry, his company attorney. He consulted with me plenty, too. On our continuing dates and more weekends I spent at his house, it was a frequent topic. He was energized but also nervous. No big move is without risk as he would repeat frequently during our talks. I knew he was using me more as a way to verbalize his ideas, hear what they sounded like out loud, and to see my reaction. I gave him little negativity. My background experience was project management, not running and expanding a business.

The last meeting he held to lay out his thinking was with the four guys in the bullpen. His idea was to divest his majority holdings in Ebony Clubs and Blackened Entertainment. He would maintain 49% in each. They were continuing to provide good return on his investments but providing strategic input for those groups wasn't really his expertise. What excited his group, though, was with the buy outs he was going to expand his property development business. That had originally been his passion and somewhere along the way he allowed that to slip somewhat to the side in the excitement of porn and clubs.

Sam Murphy and Keith Dutton would move their offices back to their business groups. Terry Duncan, the attorney, would remain but would be away frequently as he would expand his work to include others clients, too, and eventually move out. With the space opening up in the office, he would make three more hires, adding one to Property Development under Mike and two to construction under Steve. All four of the original group would have their positions increased. He would be expanding the cubicles into the conference table area and use one office for conference and the other for a lunch area. Needless to say, the guys were very excited. Jason was looking to put more focus on the business they were involved in. The challenge, risk, and potential reward had everyone excited and committed to the change.

The hiring of three more into the office was a topic discussed at length between Jason and me. How could it not. By his planned expansion, the office would increase from four in the bullpen to seven. Eight guys total ... and me. Was that feasible on a regular basis? An occasional gangbang, maybe, but routinely? And to get real work done? No, it was too much. We'd have to find another Office Services girl. She would be under me. That, of course, brought a smile to my face. Under me. Another new experience.

* * * *

Late Sunday morning we were outside at the table under the covering of the patio. It was another in a now regular series of weekends I spent at his house and that was in addition to continued 'dates' sometime during the week. His original idea of pursuing getting to know each other better had bloomed into a real relationship that was still hidden from the others in the office. I still fucked the guys in the office and, to keep up appearances, we made sure to fuck in the office, too. Appearance, hell. I was always hungry for his cock.

The morning had begun as it often did although with variations. I woke him up with my mouth covering his cock. It was difficult having a 12-inch cock in your mouth and throat while trying to be gentle so he would wake slowly to those sensations. But, when he did wake, he usually pulled me to straddle his body to finish what I had started. That was generally followed by coffee and a light breakfast, a shared shower in his large glass-walled shower with rainfall spouts across the ceiling. The form of our fucking took many forms but a favorite of mine happened with me pressed face first against the glass wall and fucked from behind as I watched through lust-glazed eyes into the expansive mirror opposite.

At the table outside, he was dressed in shorts and unbuttoned shirt. I was dressed as I normally was in his house, which is to say I was naked. Unlike the office where I had a strict dress code of micro skirt and top that somehow exposed my breasts or nipples without underwear, at Jason's home, there was no requirement to follow. Unlike Farnum who exerted dominance over me to influence a submissive or subservient attitude, Jason approached our private times as personal choice. He enjoyed seeing my body and using it. I enjoyed his big black cock using me. So, when we were in the house or backyard, I preferred being naked. Teasing him to want me was the whole idea.

"So," Jason continued our on-going discussion. Not only was I his free-use employee at the office but had evolved into a trusted and respected confidant for his ideas ... as well as a quickly developing personal relationship. "We know the present market is good for finding candidates for the three positions. We know the positions will be challenging and the salaries being considered will be attractive with good benefits."

"Which benefits are you referring to?" I asked with a sly grin.

He smiled. "For initial consideration all they will know is health, vacation, bonus pay, etc."

"Not to mention membership in the clubs and access to the Ebony porn channels," I added with a wink.

"Eventually, we will mention that. Just like we will eventually mention the benefit of you," he added with his own wink. I could feel my nipples harden and my body flush. He could only see my nipples and he did. "The idea of three more guys excites you, doesn't it?" I still had moments of concern that my hunger for black cock that stoked by my time in his office might negatively impact our increasing relationship. As if reading my mind, "I know you, Joni. I know your hunger for sex but I am secure in how you feel about me and how I feel about you and that what happens in the office is separate."

I reached across the table to grasp his hand, a simple expression of gratitude. "You've explained how the stagnated development market in Miami is the large projects and the smaller projects we focus on is stronger as a substitute. The large companies are holding their star performers and releasing the support staff who are the very people we are targeting."

He nodded, now refocused. "We should easily be able to attract plenty of applications. The question becomes, how do we maneuver through the minefield of selecting the men we are looking for?" I smiled at that: 'the men we are looking for'. It was long ago assumed they would be men and that they had to fit into the structure of the office as it existed with a free-use me running around in micro skirts and no underwear ... not to mention the open sex happening. "Terry can handle the non-discloser agreements for when we get to that point but ... getting to that point."

We had a plan, it just made him nervous. We would target Miami and Atlanta for candidates, two major cities that had experienced big recent growth and now experiencing a bit of a downturn. Not to be too blatant, but being very blatant, those markets would provide us with plenty of black candidates. Weeding through the other racial candidates was the first landmine to get past. Assuming we had sufficient black candidates, the next troublesome landmine was weeding out those with unsatisfactory cock sizes. Okay ... that wasn't Jason big concern but in support of me he agreed. Didn't I mention I was becoming big black cock addicted? Anyway, he warned me that the priority was qualified men, then black, and only then cock size.

We had developed a very devious plan. Handled carefully, Jason (or Ebony Enterprises) wouldn't be sue for discrimination for excluding races other than black.

* * * *

Wearing an almost professional form-fitting skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and a sleeveless white blouse and wearing underwear for the first time in a long time, I presented the exact impression of a secretary as I sat at a small desk in the hotel suite Jason was using for interviews. The suite was located on the first floor looking onto a green space in the back courtyard. More than three dozen applications with resumes had responded to the advertisements for the positions. Those had been cut down to two dozen after consideration of resumes and reference checks. The use of social media was a bonus as I was able to mark each application by race. As it turned out, we had interviews scheduled over three days using the suite as a neutral location.

I greeted the men as they arrived for their assigned interview times. There was planned time for them to wait to give me time to assess their general attitude and personality by how they interacted with me and the other men who would be waiting. Interviews were conducted by Jason and Mike or Steve depending on which of the jobs were being considered. Those interviews cut the candidates down to about a dozen for follow-up interviews in our office.

The interviews filled three days without Jason or I getting back to the office. Despite Jason and I getting together after each day for dinner and 'personal time', it was three days since I had been in the office. That meant three days without me in the office. When I arrived to work the next morning, all four guys were waiting.

Given what I was sure to be the situation that three days with my absence might create, I elected to wear the cowl dress that slipped around my neck, loosely covered my breasts, and was as short as any of my micro skirts. I dropped my purse in the bottom drawer of my desk to be immediately surrounded by the four men.

"Don't tell me you poor guys have been without sex for three days," I teased with a knowing giggle.

I was passed around the guys, each giving me a deep kiss and hands inside and under the easily accessible dress. "Since you started here, Joni, we haven't had a need to hunt for sexual affairs outside work." They had confessed that before. Why else was I being fucked by them nearly every day?

One of them raised the cowl of the dress over my head and another assisted in pushing it down over my hips. Since I never wore bra, panties, or thong in the office, I was instantly naked except for the thigh-high stockings and heels which was often all I would have on for hours at a time.

Another pair of hands pressured my shoulders down. I went to my knees and was surrounded by four guys loosening their slacks and pushing their shorts down to expose cocks. Four big black cocks. I leaned forward to take the cock there into my mouth. My hands blindly moved to the sides to fumble for cocks I knew were somewhere close. I sucked and stroked, then turned to the left, taking that cock into my mouth and grabbing two cocks. One was slick with my saliva. After some time, I turned, again. Cock after cock went into my mouth and throat. Cock after cock was stroked vigorously with my hands.

With four hard cocks surrounding me, I was debating if I continue or take charge and assume the position bent over my desk. As it often happened, I didn't have to decide as several hands eased me up to my feet and quickly bent me over the desk. I spread my feet wide and moved slightly to the side of the desk, better positioned for accepting a cock back into my mouth. Someone was stroking my pussy as a dark, long cock appeared at my turned face. It could be anyone. I turned my head with an open mouth and leaned to it as it moved to me. It was past my lips with my tongue sliding under it as two large fingers probed my pussy.

"Always wet and ready, aren't you Joni?" I heard from behind me. So, I thought, Harry would be the first.

"Yefff ... fooow uuuu," I mumbled around the cock passing through my mouth to test my throat.

The fingers left my pussy but were immediately replaced by a thick cock pressing through those lips and opening my hole more than the fingers had. I groaned as it pressed steadily into my pussy, stopped as I felt him reposition, pull back just barely and thrust harder. The rest of the 10-inches of cock slammed to the hilt, expanding my pussy wall-to-wall as it moved deep. The powerful thrust not only drove the cock deep inside me but bumped my mouth further over the cock in my mouth and past the entrance to my throat.

Learning to deep throat these big cocks truly gave me three holes for fucking as my throat clenched tightly around the thick cock. I shifted as best I could to position my head, mouth, and throat to align for best penetration to my throat while my pussy was being pounded. These thick, long cocks felt like poles ramming me compared to my prior sexual existence. I had thought I knew what fucking was but these guys reminded me daily what real fucking really was. Always wet and ready? Damn right I was!

I was supporting my upper body on my elbows to allow better positioning for my mouth and throat. That also made my body more accessible for the other men to add to my stimulation and these guys always seemed intrigued by making me orgasm as many times as possible as they drove for their own climaxes. Hands and fingers were at my hanging, swinging breasts and nipples. Another wormed its way to my clit. When my orgasm hit, my body moving to assist. My legs shivered and my pussy spasmed. My mouth hung open as groans and moans and gasps flowed from my mouth around the cock. Both cocks continued to drive into me, though both might have slowed a bit, especially the one in my throat.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, they peeked. I felt the one in my throat, first. The cock swelled and pulsed. It pulled back which allowed me to breath and prepare, a technique that they seemed to adapt to, before driving deep in my throat as it pulsed cum directly into my throat. As more cum shot into me, the cock pulled back until the last cum was pooling in my mouth and over my tongue. My natural response was instantly sucking the remaining cum from it as it continued to leak out.

Meanwhile, the cock in my pussy was reacting similarly, driving deep and powerfully, skin smacking on impact, and cock swelling and pulsing. With a powerful thrust, cum was spewed into my pussy. My mouth gaped open with deep moans, fresh cum pooled there dripped from the corners of my mouth around the still embedded cock. I recovered while in a momentary daze to close my lips around the cock and suck the remaining cum down my throat.

When these two were finished, my mouth and pussy suddenly empty, I was turned on the desktop. Roger stepped between my dangling legs, his hard cock in one hand, the other on my abdomen just above my mound. I smiled up at him before turning my gaze, his dark cock disappearing into my white body. My months at Ebony Enterprises had changed me. At Farnum, I was supposed to be a slut to four mature, white executives with 5 to 6-inch cocks and I thought I knew what a slut was. Here at Ebony I was daily used by big black cock, thick 10 and 12-inch cocks that filled my pussy completely and gaped my asshole. A regular diet of these big black cocks had turned me fully to the black mystique. I was devoted to black cock and that was amplified by Jason who now sought a personal relationship with me despite my being freely used by the office. Here, I wasn't thought of as 'slut' but free to use. Jason preferred the 'free-use' term. Me ... I was free-use for black cock. I loved it here because these guys fulfilled that black cock mystique. Big black cocks available to me and me to them.

Roger thrust hard and buried his cock deep in my cum-filled pussy. Steve's cock tapped my cheek and I eagerly turned with an open mouth to accept it. While Roger slammed his cock into me, Steve used short, easy strokes that barely entered my throat. Steve was biding his time for one of my other holes.

When Roger released his load of cum into my pussy and pulled out, Steve quickly left my mouth and turned me over so I was again resting on my forearms. Roger brought his cum-smeared cock to my lips as I felt Steve press into my pussy. I settled into another pussy fuck while sucking a cock clean of male and female cum when Steve pulled his cock from my pussy. I felt a hand pull one ass cheek to the side and a cock press at the exposed asshole. What I thought would be yet another pussy fuck was merely to coat his cock with cum. He pressed harder. No matter that anal was something that happened for me, it was never enough to make penetration by these big cocks anything close to easy.

He pressed and I tried to assist by relaxing and pressing back. The pressure built, my sphincter slowly yielding until the cock head was suddenly inside, and the sphincter clamped tight around it. Part of the respect they gave me was to pause at initial anal penetration, my ass given a moment to adjust. The pause wasn't long, though. Steve pulled back a bit and pressed hard, over and over, inches and more inches of penetration until he was able to pull back several inches and thrust in hard. The cock fully penetrated deep, my anal passage filled around the thick member. As usual with such penetration, I gasped and called out. He pulled back all the way until just the head was left inside the sphincter, the feeling in my ass of the cock moving was as if much more than the 8 or 9-inches was really moving. Then, with just a hint of a pause, he thrust powerfully back in. His strokes increased in speed until he was really fucking my asshole. I gasped and groaned and moaned but my sounds mixed with his grunts of effort and moans of pleasure.

I felt it in my tightly clenching ass when his cock swelled and began pulsing. I groaned as his thrusts became more desperate. His climax was quickly approaching so I moved a hand underneath and with fingers strumming my clit and penetrating my otherwise empty pussy. When I felt his cock pulse strongly with his cock pressed hard inside, my orgasm overtook me and his seed began filling my ass.

* * * *

We had narrowed the original three dozen applicants for the three positions (one under Mike for Property Development and two under Steve for construction oversight) to a manageable dozen from which we would make our final selections. Jason adhered to the bias of black men, only. A bias I shared and encouraged. That eliminated all other races and possibly opened the firm to criticism but we felt there was sufficient arbitrary criteria to use for disqualification or preference. Once those were eliminated, more were eliminated based on real experience, background checks, and interview performance.

The next step in selection was conducting interviews in the office of the approximately dozen candidates which would take place over two days. After experiencing my absence for three days, the guys weren't going to let the in-house interviews interfere again, though that meant after hours activities after all candidates had left the office. That was different, too. The guys anxiously waited for the last candidate to leave before turning their full attention to me. During this series of interviews, Jason decided it would be best for me to dress appropriate for a 'normal' office setting. The real office situation would only be revealed to the final candidates and only after a signed non-disclosure agreement.

I scheduled the candidates so they had a lot of overlapping time. Jason was curious about that but I countered that it gave the candidates a feel for how cooperatively the office functioned. Also, I encouraged the other guys to interact with them casually. Jason was interviewing all of them and Mike and Steve were interviewing the ones who would be working with them. I also arranged for plenty of coffee, water, and soda for them while they waited. I had secretly devised a nasty solution for determining my personal criteria for the ultimate candidates. I discovered that Amazon had a pack of three mini-hidden wireless cameras for under $25. They only had to function for two days. One night, I positioned them in the restroom. I know. Nasty. Invasive. Yes ... bad, bad girl. But I got the information I needed and then removed the cameras and deleted the video files. I knew which candidates had cock sizes I liked.