Kelly’s dad was one of the large merchant bankers in the city, and often Kelly would go to the office with him and parade around all high and mighty. Her dad was expecting her to some day be in charge of the business that he’d built up and that’s why Kelly was studying Business and French at college.
Of course with her own credit card, she was also expected to dress appropriately for the office environment. So she used to often wear a business style dress suit and her blonde hair tied up. Most of the guys at the office had seen her before and admired her, but knew that she was a stuck up spoilt little brat!
But since Kelly’s experience at the student party, she was now looking at guys in a different light, she wondered how big they were and what they’d like to do to her. On this such day she was in her daddy’s office building doing odd chores and checking out the guys, knowing well that she was the bosses daughter gave her a thrill to flirt with the guys. She had a few extra buttons on her blouse open, giving the guys an eyeful of her chest and letting them know that it was black underwear she was wearing.
It was a hot day at the office and things were certainly heating up. Kelly had been called to her dad’s office to collect a delivery for the airport. What she hadn’t been told was that a banker from Kenya had been over doing business with her father and was now returning to Kenya. When she entered the grand office of her father, a tall black man rose to greet her.
Kelly jumped, as the first thing she thought about was his size and what he would do to her. After the initial shock, she realized her father was staring at them both and he quickly introduced them both. Kelly’s father explained that Mr. Mumbazza had a flight to catch and could she pleased drop him to the airport.
Five minutes later, they were both in the car and heading to the airport. Kelly couldn’t stop wondering about this tall guy, was it true what she’d heard about black guys having bigger cocks, and if so, would she be able to handle such a thing? Meanwhile, our black friend from Kenya was thinking what a fine little bitch this was driving him to the airport. He could tell by her occasional nervous glance that she wasn’t very sexually experienced or else she was nervous as hell. They drove in silence to the airport, each with their own thoughts.