I work as a secretary for a large investment firm in New York. My name is Beth and I'm thirty four. Been married to a wonderful guy for six years.
One of the girls, at work, wanted to celebrate her birthday. . She invited me and some of the other girls, for a drink at the little bar not far from our office after work. I'd intended to have one drink then make my excuse and leave but, for the first time in a long time, I felt relaxed. I was having a good time.
I excused myself and walked outside to make a call on my cell phone. I wanted to let my husband know that I would be late. He wasn't too pleased and became unreasonable. Irritated by his vile mood I cursed him and slammed the phone down.
"That's not the way to treat an innocent piece of equipment, Beth!"
A deep voice, I would have recognized anywhere, whispered from behind me. "You!" I exclaimed, my voice sounding strange, as if I was hearing some other woman talking.
My stomach lurched followed by a sinking feeling. My heart seemed to stop beating. I felt my toes curl. I started to perspire. I was having trouble breathing. Through my mind an image flashed of the way his thick penis had twitched, as he'd held it while urinating.
A week earlier the plumbing in the men's room had flooded and the men had to use our toilet. They were supposed to pin a sign on the door, if they were using it, but my boss must have forgotten because he was standing urinating, with the cubicle door open, when I'd walked in.
I could not help but look as the biggest cock I'd ever seen blasted its content into the bowl. He'd turned his head and looked at me and had made no effort to hide what he was doing. When he finished he gave his cock a couple of shakes then used a sheet of toilet paper to dry it.
He stroked it a couple of time and it grew and grew till it stuck out like a flagpole pointing at me. He was grinning evilly as he slowly put it away and calmly washed his hand before leaving the room.
On the way out he casually pressed his hand against my sex and I collapsed against the wall as an orgasm swept through me. I'd had no idea that I'd been so turned-on by the sight of his man's penis.. From that day I was a wreck and kept blushing fiercely every time I saw my boss and he knew it and would smile knowingly.
So there I was in the Bar with only my boss in the passage. Before I could turn around he pressed his body against my back and pinned me against the wall. I could clearly feel his erection pressing against my buttocks. His hands held my hips so that I couldn't pull away. My breath caught in my throat. The head of his hard penis wedged itself between my buttocks. It pressed hard against my anus.
Because it was so hot, at work due to faulty air-conditioning system, I was wearing only a dress and a tiny g-string. I'd taken my jacket off, after entering the pub. It felt as if there was nothing between us as the bulbous crown slowly moved up and down the cleavage, between my bum cheeks. I nearly passed out when I realized that the only way it could do this was if it was sticking out of his trousers.
His hands gripped my breasts. His fingers closed around my nipples, fingernails digging into the puckered flesh. The resulting pain was sharp and searing but strangely welcome; I gasped as it thundered through my body and came to rest between my legs. My pussy began to throb and I felt moisture begin to ooze out of my pussy.
My worst fears had come true I was alone with him and completely helpless. I was shocked rigid, that the man could be so brazen in a public place. I froze unable to move.
I should explain. My boss, who is black I might add and old enough to be my father, is very handsome and sexy. He's divorced and a letch and had been after me for ages but I'd always managed to keep him at arms' length.
However the sight of his huge black cock had haunted my dreams ever since I'd seen it and now I was trapped alone with my nemesis. We were in a short passage, leading to the lavatories. I knew that at any moment someone could make their way to the toilets and see us. I silently prayed that no one would come while, at the same time, hoping that one of the girls would need to go pee. I figured that I could escape the man's clutches without too much fuss.
Sensing that I was helpless he became bolder. He kissed the nape of my neck. The touch of his lips caused the short hairs to stand up. A shiver sped down my spine. One of his hands lifted up the back of my short skirt. The only garment protecting my pussy was my tiny g-string. The thong had been swallowed in the cleavage of my bottom, leaving my buttocks naked as I wasn't wearing anything on my legs.
I might have been in shock but my pussy was already reacting to his presence. I felt a bit of moisture between my legs. One of his hands slipped inside the front triangle, of my g-string. I felt the tips of his fingers slide easily along the slit of my pussy, making me realize just how wet I already was. His naked erection never stopped pressing between my ass cheeks almost as if he was trying to penetrate my smaller orifice, through my garment.
Despite my efforts to stifle it a deep-throated moan of pure pleasure came from my open lips as delicious tremors of exquisite ecstasy swept through my body. A finger located my clitoris and started to strum it into a vibrating hardness, adding another dimension to my arousal.
His tongue licked my ear lobe, one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. I felt my stomach knotting and my very wet pussy tingling wildly as overwhelming arousal flooded through my lower body.
Though my mind was scrambled, by conflicting emotions, I realized that he must have followed us and been waiting for this opportunity. I shivered with fear. I wondered how I could get out of the situation. I didn't know it for certain then but it was already too late!
He easily steered me into the men's room. The door, of the cubicle, had hardly closed behind us before he pushed me against the toilet. His eyes were hard, bright and cruel and completely mesmerizing. I started to protest but his mouth covered mine, smothering the words.
His tongue dug deeply inside my mouth. I soon discovered how powerless I was against his strength, boldness and my own swift arousal. The hot burning in my pussy was so intense that it was almost painful.
He pulled my short skirt up to my waist. His mouth was still covering mine allowing no sound to escape. His hands slipped up my naked thighs leaving a trail of goose bumps on the skin. His upper body pinned me as he held his hips away from mine so that his hand could more easily slip under the flimsy triangle of material.
