Zehna enjoyed it when the office was empty. No noise, calls, and no staff! She did it every Tuesday and Thursday to clear the mountain of stuff as area manager. She had worked damn hard to be getting above £100,000 a year. Not easy as a Hijabi Pakistani female in today's racially divisive times.
Her 5'9" curvaceous frame, 140lbs, young face and good health belied her 42 years. She had arranged married young, had two children by 21 years and was a recent grandmother. She had her whole management career to look forward to. Nothing would jeopardise it. Nothing!
She locked up and noticed a warning light on the security panel. The basement store rooms. Who was left? Better check. She switched the CCTV on just in case.
It was KJ and his cousin Kabinde. Two lovely, venerable African gentleman. Both in their late 50s, seeing out their careers before retirement. Zehna loved listening to their sage-like conversations.
They greeted the lady boss with impeccable manners as usual. She could smell alcohol and noticed a empty whisky bottle behind some boxes. They were quite smashed and Zehna said so. The two negros apologised so profusely she felt guilty. All three laughed and joked. They offered to drive her home in the bitterly cold night which she politely declined.
Due to their drunkeness they ignored her personal space and several times touched her arms, hips and even buttocks. Zehna did not recoil and found their attention flattering.
On one occasion she jokingly tried to slap KJ and her hand brushed his crotch. She felt his large bulge! She did the same to Kabinde. Only this time slower. He noticed and came close grinning knowingly and said something to KJ in their native tongue.
Zehna looked at them both in turn as they almost squeezed her from either side. Two sets of large negro hands caressing her hips and thighs left and right. She could stop this with one word. She could but somehow did not.
Crazily she found herself warming to their caress, breathing deeply and reaching to stroke both large bulges in their pants. Gosh they were so big. So long. So hard. She stroked each cock faster and faster as both men undid her Abaya, blouse buttons and her bra to reveal her large 34F milky brown tits.
Both negros caressed her titties with slow experienced hands. Zehna pushed them out proudly and shook them side to side. Like two thirsty animals they clamped eager mouths around her aerolae and nipples as she moaned, eyes closed and mouth wide open. The divorce had been over 3 years ago and she had missed things. For too long.
They both came up for air and Zehda set about unleashing their huge black cocks. She frantically unzipped both their work overalls and pants. Two thick, velvety, black and shiny cocks sprang out into her hands. They both moaned and urged her on. She tossed them off, knelt down and looked up at them lustily and moaned "Ooohh yesss. This is sooo good. Your cocks are so fucking big. Sooo beautiful."
"Come on girl suck this snake," shouted KJ slapping her face with his black curved cucumber. Zehna held out her tongue like a hungry bitch on heat and licked his jet black head and lovingly licked him up and down. With the other hand she stroked Kabinde's rock hard black mamba.
She licked KJs heavy, salty and sweaty balls. Gosh they must be so full of cream, she thought. Kabinde moved up and she spat on his before he started a strong and slow face fucking. She held her mouth wide open to accomodate his thick black girth. Gosh he was huge! The taste of their big nigger cocks was strong, manly and salty. She loved it.
Both negros proceeded to face fuck her, urging her and each other on, before she engulfed each in turn with her huge titties. She so loved it. Their cocks were magnificent, long, curved, thick veins, velvety texture, hot to the touch and so so BIG. They felt wonderful between her breasts as they fucked her titties with a raw and unbridalled agression.
Zehna imagined sex would be no less wonderful. She was sooo wet she could feel her panties were soaked.
At that moment the intruder alarm went off. Loud and piercing. They knew the police would arrive in 5 minutes. It was a frantic race to regain her dignity and go upstairs as the two blacks remained. When she had finished with the police Zehna realised they had slipped silently away.
She was furious with herself. Enraged. How the hell had she allowed that to happen. There would be no repeat. Ever. In the morning she would call their agency to make sure they never set foot in the office again. She checked the CCTV and could clearly see the whole encounter. OMG their cocks were sooo huge. Maybe she wouldn't sack them just yet!
After a restless night Zehna decided there was no going back. She wore her tightest fitting Abaya but underneath she wore the sexiest lingerie she had.
Frilly red and black push up bra to accentuate her huge titties. Red seamed stockings, black suspenders and black frilly hold ups. And a tiny pair of red crotchless panties. She did not trim her very hairy pussy but shaved her long legs real clean and smooth.
She got to work at 7am as KJ and Kabinde were opening up. Few words were exchanged, but Zehna felt giddy with lust while both men were restrained, but she felt their sexual tension quite clearly. She fought off the urge to be taken by them right there and then. No question something had to be done or she would go crazy.
Throughout the day they seemed to bump into her on an hourly basis. Almost always together. They followed her out to lunch in Stratford mall. They groped her at an ATM.
She spoke to them at a noisy crossing "I want you both to fuck me tonight. I want your big black cocks so bad." She whispered huskily, fighting the urge to strip in public and let them fuck her amongst the crowd!! She was giddy with lust!!
