Part II
Who is Seducing Whom?
Lynn tried to clear her head as she headed back to the penthouse office of her new boss Darryl. She stopped by the bathroom, hanging up his dry cleaned clothes and splashing some water on her face. Her pupils were distended, and her nipples were painfully hard, standing at full attention, pressing out on her silk camisole.
Finally, feeling a little better, she grabbed the clothes hanger and walked to the executive elevator. She could see what seemed miles of cleavage peeking from the lacy top of her camisole. Her short grey skirt was filled to capacity with ass in the back, and belly in the front. She had always had a low sense of self-esteem, but lately, men had been coming out of the woodwork, perhaps drawn by her now skintight wardrobe. She was honest enough with herself to admit that she was seeking any attention when she had thrown away her loose, long, frumpy, and dark wardrobe in favor of this new, brightly colored one. However, she had begun to feel empowered by the stares of men around her. She had never seen a reaction like the one she saw today.
After seeing what had to be AT LEAST a solid foot of hot black cock straining against the front and down the right of her boss's brown slacks, she had known she wanted to see it all for herself. Her clumsiness had for once worked in her favor when she had splashed filled tumblers of sweet ice tea all over him. She had known she should have averted her eyes, but she had watched him undressed as if entranced as he had freed the foot long veiny behemoth. It had slapped against his belly, and then stood proudly, pointing upwards in an almost obscene curve of cock. She had watched him stroke himself frothy with scented soap, and then been fascinated as he turned to address her, pressing the sudsy shaft of him against the steamy glass shower door to ask her to complete her task. Now, she stood in the corporate penthouse elevator, her Vonique thong soaked through, her arousal running down her creamy, dimpled thighs. Well, he seemed to like what he saw, and she was going to have him, one way, or another.
She stepped into the office without knocking. He was standing in front of the bay window, naked, in all of his glory. She gazed at the six foot five mountain of man. She loved the spread of his shoulders, the well-defined laterals. The taper to his well-formed hips and the swell of his ass. He had one of the most amazing asses she had ever seen, each milk-chocolate globe gleaming in the bright morning light. His thighs were huge, but all muscle. The calves were muscular and tight. She quietly closed the door and walked toward him, clothes in hand. He turned at the sound, and she gasped again. The heavy thickness of him swayed against his front before coming to rest hanging down below what had to be five inches of taught brown testicles. She had never seen a cock that long or thick or balls that heavy and smooth before. Even in pornos, they were not this well endowed. It would have been comical if it were not so dangerous of a brute. He was even more handsome than she had first noticed. She watched the Hershey kisses of his nipples harden as she approached, and the heaviness between his legs become less heavy as it started to stand up. The weight of him finally stood to the right, definitely a curve to the right, awkwardly in front of him, not fully erect, but not soft either. He was not horizontal, but pointed down at a 45-degree angle.
He smiled at her and motioned her over to the couch. "I hope you don't mind if I don't put those on right now," he rumbled with his deep voice vibrating in her chest. "I don't want to make another mess when you get my tea."
