Note to readers: I sometimes get requests for names, locations, and even scenarios to be used in my writing. I am happy to do this whenever I can. The following is based on an idea sent to me by an anonymous reader.
"Sorry honey, but I have to go up there." My husband dreaded these kinds of trips, but sometimes in life, they are necessary. You see, we own our own business, manufacturing accessories for computers. When we first started out, we were the only ones in our field. Now there are hundreds, and competition is fierce. We moved our operations to Alabama for several reasons. First, the raw materials are cheaper, second, the cost of living is lower, and finally, labor is dirt cheap.
At first I was uneasy, being the only "white couple" in the company. Our work force is entirely black, partially because there are so many in the area, but mostly because they are the hardest workers. We have a mutual respect for each other, and so far have gotten along wonderfully.
But now there was a problem. The competition, along with a tight economy, has put a strain in our already over stretched budget. My husband is leaving for a few days to combine loan shopping with some hard core sales stops. Getting a loan would help in the short term, but added sales would help in the long run.
"Be careful, and call me as soon as you stop tonight!" I said as I kissed him good-bye.
"Try to be back for Christmas!" I worry whenever he has to drive in the winter. It's not too bad down here, but it could get worse as he heads further north. I walked back into my office to go over the books. Our work force started out with 100 employees, but now we are down to 30. Our layoffs weren't random, as we painfully chose who to keep, and who to let go. It was tough, but we started by laying off the women. They all had spouses who worked already, and we could have the men do double duty, as they could handle the manual labor, as well as the assembly work. We then laid off the men with families. I know, that sounds cold, but, the married ones had more motivation to find work, and besides, they were the ones who qualified for public assistance. From our end, it saved us a small fortune in benefits. Now we had 30 single black men, who worked hard just to keep their jobs.
Up until recently, we were able to at least break even each month, but as they say, when it rains, it pours. In one month, we had a shrink wrap machine break down, and due to flawed software, we had a full run of boxes printed with incorrect information. Oh yeah, and a company we did business with overseas went belly up, after we paid for several thousand dollars worth of product. All in all, we lost over six thousand dollars. Six thousand dollars we couldn't afford to lose. The men were forced to take pay cuts, after which we promised would be reversed as soon as possible. Now even payroll is in jeopardy.
Some of these guys were hoping for Christmas bonuses, but they'll be lucky to get a paycheck. As I sat in my office, I watched the men work. The production crew had already finished for the day, and the only ones left were in shipping and receiving. I pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels from my desk and took a hit. I don't usually drink, and when I did, it was almost never at work. But the stress was getting to me and I needed to calm my nerves as I would be in charge for the next few days.
I noticed that half the bottle was now gone as I watched the evening crew work. I felt sorry for the ten men out there, knowing there will be no bonuses this year. Even with the knowledge that each day could be their last, they were out there giving it their all.
In my twenty three years on earth, I never even fantasized about being with a black man, but there I was, watching those young hunks work through the mirrored glass.
The booze must have went to my head, as I ran my hands up my nylon clad legs. I spread my thighs apart as far as my short skirt would allow, as my hands reached that sacred place that only my husband knows. We hadn't made love in several weeks, mostly due to the stress of this place, and I needed some release. As I slipped a couple of fingers under the elastic of my panties, I watched the men scurry back and forth only a few feet from my window. I slipped my panties down past my knees so they wouldn't get soaked with my juices. At times they looked right at me, sending chills up my spine, but I knew they couldn't see past the mirrored glass. The mere thought of any one of these men naked sent me over the top as I shuddered to a quiet climax.
"Ma'am? We need...er excuse me!" I wheeled around in my chair to see Jim standing there. Jim is the foreman for the night crew. I was behind my desk, so I don't think he could see anything, but the smell of my dripping pussy filled the office. It was unmistakable.
"Yes Jim, what is it?" I asked nonchalantly. He was still standing in the door looking at the ground.
"Uh, sorry ma'am, but we are almost out of boxes."
"Aren't there any in the storage shed?"
"I'm not sure ma'am, it's locked up." This would mean I have to stand up and walk across the warehouse. I couldn't very well pull my panties up with Jim standing there, so I let them fall down around my ankles, and kicked them off under the desk before I stood up.
"Well, let's go open it up and see." I said as I grabbed my keys and brushed past him. My elbow rubbed across his stomach, and I was amazed at how hard he was. His stomach, that is.
I felt very self conscious as my heels clicked across the concrete, knowing all eyes were probably on me. I could hear the familiar sounds of wrapping and boxing, so I know they hadn't actually stopped working, but I knew they were looking my way. Could they smell me as I walked by? Could they see the thin trail of pussy juice that I could feel running down my thighs? Just the thought was making me hotter with each step. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, fumbling around for the light switch.
"Here, let me." Jim said as his hand brushed over mine. He knew right where the switch was, and we were suddenly bathed in florescent light. I worked my way through the maze of boxes to the back of the room where we kept all the supplies, finally finding a meager pile of boxes. I turned around to yell for Jim, but he was right there, and I nearly knocked him over.
"I'm glad I could get you alone for a moment." Jim said, which frightened me a bit. I took a step back, causing me to sit abruptly on a crate of plastic boxes.
"I didn't want the other guys to see me with you, but this is kinda important to me." My eyes were the size of saucers, and I was too scared to speak. He continued, "I know how tight things are right now, and bonuses are probably out of the question." He took one step towards me as he spoke softly. "So I have a solution." Part of me was scared to death, knowing I was about to be raped, but part of me was on fire, namely my pussy. I was ready to lie, and tell him they were going to get bonuses, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Here's my idea." He looked right into my watery eyes, "I've put in a lot of overtime, and I was thinking you could take that money and split it up between my crew. They deserve something, and I don't need that much right now." He looked nervously over his shoulder, making sure no one was listening. A feeling of relief flowed over me as I realized how dedicated this man was to me, and his coworkers.
"Here, take these boxes out there while I ponder your idea." I told him. As he walked away with an arm load of cardboard, a million emotions went through my head. I was scared, nervous, relieved, overjoyed, impressed, and horny. Yes, very horny. I could hear the men working, as Jim returned to the storage room. I heard the door softly close, muting the outside noise as he made his way back to me.
"Well, what do you think?" Jim asked. My brain and my mouth were on different tracks as the words started coming out.
"I think you are a very noble man for wanting to be so generous. I also feel you deserve something special." I couldn't help staring at the bulge in the front of his jeans.
"Come a little closer, Jim." I beckoned as I realized from where I was sitting, my face was in line with his zipper. As he got within a foot of me, I reached out and rubbed his cock.
"Uh, ma'am, I don't want to jeopardize my job here."
"Then you better do what I ask then, huh?", I said slyly as I unzipped his pants. I gasped as I pulled it from it's confines. It was the biggest and blackest cock I have ever seen. It grew quickly in my hand, until my fingers barely touched each other. I would say it was about eight or nine inches long and at least an inch and a half in diameter. Both my mouth and pussy were watering at this point, but my mouth won out - for now. I ran my tongue over each vein as I worked my way from the plum sized head to the plum sized balls.
"Ohh...ma'am, you'd better stop now!" Jim moaned as I sucked frantically on his cock.
"I thought you guys could last a long time!" I said between slurps, "And quit calling me 'ma'am'. You can call me Jan."
"OK, but you have to remember, first off, I haven't had a girlfriend in over a year, and second, you are absolutely gorgeous, and finally, you got some skills goin' on wit dat mouth!"
I was flattered, and as much as I wanted his cock in me, it would have to wait. I wrapped both hands around his shaft, and pumped as hard as I could. My mouth held the tip of his member tightly as my tongue swirled all over the head. I felt him jerking as his balls gave up their precious cargo. It filled my mouth to capacity with warm bittersweet cum. As I milked the last drops from his softening cock, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up just in time to see one of the other workers dart back out the door. Jim saw him also, and smiled.
"You think your friend would like his Christmas bonus early too?" I smirked.
"Are you serious?" Jim whispered in amazement. His cock only whetted my appetite for cum.
"If you think he wouldn't mind doing his boss!", I laughed.
"What do you mean, 'wouldn't mind'? All these guys talk about, is your hot little body. We thought..."
"You thought what? That I was a stuck up little white girl?"
"No, we thought it was too bad you were married, not that we don't like your husband. Give me a minute and we'll be right back!" Jim scurried for the door, zipping up his pants on the way. God, what have I got myself into? An hour ago I was worried about payroll, but an hour from now I will have had two black hunks! I hope his friend is as well hung as he is, as I wanted to get fucked tonight. I unbuttoned my blouse as I heard the door open. It was slow in closing, and something didn't sound right. What was it? I saw Jim's smiling face, as I realized what was different. It was quiet. There were no machines going, just a radio far off in the distance playing blues. Then reality set in. The entire crew was now standing here. I looked at them, then at Jim.
