Sunlight streamed through Amy's windows as she prepared for the day. She used to have to drag herself out of bed to reach office on time, but since the encounter with Sam yesterday, there was an undeniable spark in the air, seemingly giving her a boost of energy.
Memories of how Sam used her tiny Asian body replayed in her mind as she selected an outfit. Sam told her to prepare herself for her new responsibilities. While he didn't mention what they were, Amy knew she had to dress the part, she picked a black figure hugging dress that accentuates her curves. As Amy slipped into the figure-hugging dress, she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that made her feel undeniably attractive. She couldn't help but wonder why she had been so hesitant to showcase her figure before.
Amy smiled at the mirror and left for the office.
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As she entered the office, Amy caught several of her male colleagues stealing glances at her as they pretended to be engrossed in their work. A sly smile played on her lips, knowing that the figure-hugging dress she had chosen was garnering attention. Amy thought about how she would have felt embarrassed at the thought of men looking at her, now, she felt herself unbothered by their gazing eyes. In fact, she felt a hint of amusement, the night with Sam seemed to empower her in a way. After all, she knew that her SIngaporean colleagues could never match up to the big white cock Sam had between his legs.
Amy opened her laptop and she immersed herself in her work. Tasks which seemed challenging just yesterday seemed like a breeze today. It was almost as if Sam's touch had some magical properties which elevated Amy's performance and confidence. Amy looked towards Eunice's status - offline. Her immediate supervisor had taken a few days off to take care of her child who had fallen sick. Amy recalled how Eunice had shared that she used to be shy and quiet, but it was under the guidance of their director Sam that she became more confident and outspoken, and got quickly promoted to a senior manager.
I wonder how Sam provided guidance to Eunice...
A notification popped-up on her laptop, breaking her train of thought. It was from her director. "My office, now."
As Amy made her way towards Sam's private office, she passed by the section reserved for the senior managers. An observation struck her as she walked by: virtually all of the senior managers were white, save for a handful of Asian faces. The confidence she felt earlier with her Singaporean colleagues slowly faded away, giving way to a sense of arousal. By the time she reached her director's office, her heart rate had increased and she felt a slight wetness in between her legs. The empowerment she previously had was gone, replaced by a desire to serve her white boss.
Amy's heart pounded in her chest when she stepped into the room, Sam's commanding presence dominated the room, his gaze fixing on her. "Close the door, Amy," Sam's voice was low and authoritative, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through her. "Stand here," Sam gestured to the spot in front of him. Amy complied, her mind racing with thoughts of what was about to unfold.
"You look good Amy, I love the way the dress shows off your figure." Sam's voice held a note of approval, and a surge of happiness washed over her. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to her that he had noticed. "Thank you, sir," Amy's voice was soft, her heart fluttering at his praise. Sam leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering as he continued to speak. "You're a bright young woman, Amy. And I believe that you have a lot of potential. But potential needs to be nurtured. It needs guidance."
Amy's cheeks flushed red at the
guidance
which Sam was about to give her. She thought about the Singaporean senior managers sitting outside. They were all attractive young women, and at the peak of their careers. Did all of them receive this sort of
guidance
? What about her confident and self-assured manager Eunice? Surely she did not...
"Kneel", Sam commanded. Amy's train of thoughts left her head as she tentatively sank to her knees before him, her gaze still locked with his, a gesture of submission, a silent acknowledgment of his power over her. Amy's hands automatically moved to Sam's pants, stroking the bulge on his pants. Her fingers moved to unzip his pants, revealing his big white cock. While she had already acquainted herself with his cock yesterday, the mass of it was still a sight to her. It was 7 inches long, thick, and highlighted by an angry crimson red at the head.
A mental image of her boyfriend Max's smaller tool flashed into her mind, giving her an arousal mixture of guilt and desire. She took in the scent of Sam's masculinity, intoxicating her senses.
I...I need it so badly.
Amy's lips instinctively parted, kissing Sam's cock gently.
"Come on Amy," Sam placed his hand behind her head, "show me just how much of a slut you are." He pushed his cock down Amy's throat. Amy's eyes widened as she tried to accommodate Sam's size. She had to struggle to breathe and gagged multiple times. Despite this, she enjoyed giving Sam a blowjob. Amy enjoyed the low groans that Sam was making, signalling to Amy that she was doing a good job. She enjoyed the way Sam's big cock was making her throat feel so full. And she enjoyed being on her knees, sucking her director's big white cock like a good Singaporean slut.
She felt the familiar ache building between her legs and her hands moved to address it. She was shocked to find that she was already wet just from the blowjob - something which
never
happens with Max.
It seemed as though there was a magic button in her throat that only Sam's cock was big enough to touch. Amy's pleasure started building up each time his cock hit the back of her throat. She fingered herself to the tempo of blowjob, pushing her finger inside her aching pussy everytime Sam pushed his thick white cock into her mouth.
"Mmmm... that's a good asian slut," Amy continued sucking on the big white cock in her mouth. "You're going to make me cum you know that?" Sam moaned, "no Asian slut has ever made me cum with just a blowjob". Sam's praises only serve to make Amy wetter. The ache between her legs started increasing as Sam thrust himself into her, holding on to Amy's head and groaning as he shot his hot load deep into her throat.
The sensation of the load shooting down her throat as well as the movements of her fingers was too much for Amy and a wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her world spinned and her muscles tensed and trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
Sam pulled his cock out of her mouth and Amy fell to the ground. She took the moment to catch her breath and savour the taste of his load. She had swallowed every drop, treating it as proof that she was able to serve her white boss well.
Before she could recover from the intense climax, Sam pulled her up to sit on the mahogany desk facing him. Amy's eyes widened as she saw that Sam was still hard.
Max would always turn soft after climaxing....
