Once I came in my friend's office in the weekend: he answered not my phone calls, so I thought that maybe he`s at work.
He have some typical secretary, her name is Olya, I saw her couple a times before. I called her typical cause she is beautiful, has a long perfect legs, blonde hair, doll-like face, nice breasts and warm voice. I never cared much about my friend's secretaries, so I did not look at her closely. And today, as I came, I found that my friend`s is long out, and that Olya sit in the office all alone and play Lines.
There was no one else in the whole place, so I begin to talk with her.
I never thought that secretaries can be so smart, as she was, and admiring her beauty I wonder why she choose that work at all.
Olya spoke with a nice Russian accent, we talked for about half an hour. By the way, I am very handsome-looking Black man, and of course I like blondes very much, especially I liked this russian model-type girl. I enjoyed this talk, as I saw all the time her long shaped legs, and her nice tits, she look really sexy in her black short skirt and white blouse. I couldn`t stop thinking that she`s teasing me: I saw in her eyes “Come here and fuck me” once, but next moment it was :”Forget about it, I`m not for the likes of you at all”.
We talked, soon I knew that she is 20 years old, that she emigrated from Russia a year ago, and that she have no boyfriend now. It was a little too much for me, I begin to feel very horny about this blonde bitch. She continued teasing me, I thought that her work today probably was very boring. It was about a 2 p.m., summer day was at its top. We talked about the Black men and their “equipment”, as she told me innocently, she ask about this and I felt the pressing in my pants. Her lips was so sexy when she spoke this word. I was lost in the dirty thoughts, when she asked me:
“And how about your equipment, Mr. Tipps? Is it enough for your needs?”
“Call me Jack” – answered I, little – you want believe me – startled.
“Well, Jack, how about your equipment? Is it big?’
She teased me openly, but I couldn't bear this game any longer. I leaned to her half-open lips and kissed her passionately. She resisted at first, but she understood: if she'll say “No”, I would rape her. So she answered my kiss, her lips and tongue caressed my tongue. I embraced her, stroking her blonde hair, rubbing her tits through the white blouse. My cock desperately pressed the material of my pants, and Olya rubbed it. I quickly pushed her out, seeing happy smile on her pretty face.
“So you have something really huge there, don't you, Jack?” she asked merrily.
I raised from the chair and sat on the edge of the table. I was sweating of excitement.
“I have a task for you, miss Pavlova” – said I with my most business-like voice, but I faltered.
“Yes, Mister Tipps, how can I be of service?” – Olya raised, too, her eyes now telling clearly: ”Fuck me!!!”. I looked at this young russian secretary with wild lust.
“Where is mister Clay?” – I asked about my friend.
“He is out of the office now, Sir, but perhaps I can do something to comfort you while you waiting?” – she arched her back and smiled teasingly.
“Undress, girl, or I would tear your clothes to pieces!” – I ended our game, cause it was almost unbearable.
“With pleasure, Sir!”
So she undressed her white blouse, revealing a pair of perfect tits, and slowly removed her black skirt, showing small pretty panties. “Stop! I would remove this myself!” –said I, grinning at her. “Yes, Sir.”
She told such a simple words so teasingly, that I decided to shut her mouth with my “equipment”, so I told her:
“Get now on your knees, miss Pavlova, and polish my bone: it needs attention.”
Silently she kneeled and crawled to me, her almost naked body moving teasingly.
With her skilled fingers she quickly unbuckled my belt, unbutton my pants, and they fall on the floor. My cock pressed my boxers and she stripped them down with some difficulty, and my 9-incher at last was free. She opened her pretty blue eyes wider.
“Such a big cock, Jack!” – she was serious now, facing her problem.
“Suck it, Olya, NOW!” – I looked with lust as she touched my long, fat, black bone with her delicate fingers, jerked slightly and then, at last, started to suck it.
Her blonde hair moved between my black legs, I heard sweet slurping sounds as she caressed my cock with her expert tongue and lips. I sweated, feeling that my dick is serviced perfectly: no one hooker ever gave me a blowjob so great.
She gagged, deepthroating my member, till it vanished in her lips, tickled my heavy balls. She obediently sucked me, I begin to help myself, grabbing her blonde hair and moving her head up and down, fucking her willing mouth.
“You like my black dick, bitch?” She moaned in the answer, as I manuevred her head. “You would never tease me like that, slut.” – I was about to cum now, and somehow she felt it. She pushed back, freed my cock and sat on the table aside of me. I raised, my knees quivering a little, with one idea in my head: to fuck this blonde Russian bitch as hard as I could – and as hard as she deserved.
She spreaded her long perfect legs as far as she could, pushed back her head and looked at me, as I stepped closer to her, my cock stroking out.
You would beg me to fuck you, thought I. I leaned to her and stroke her soaked panties, causing long moaning sound. Olya helped me to remove it and placed my hand on her pussy.
