Angie stood in the full-length mirror and admired what she saw. Hazelnut colored skin, 5'6", 130 lbs. and shoulder length, medium brown hair. Her tight fitting pink sweater strained to cover her 38D breasts and trim waist, will the knee length skirt showed off her full, tight butt to its maximum advantage.
Angie was nervous about starting her first day at work at Antonelli's Construction Company. As the only black woman in a office full of husky white construction workers, she decided to make use of her ample assets to make sure they would like her. Forced to drop out of college during her junior year, she desperately needed this job and wanted to fit in.
"Hi, I'm Angie," she smiled flashing her cute dimples at the first man she saw. "I'm here to see Mr. Antonelli." The 40'ish, muscular man with a tool kit around his waist casually looked Angie up and down and returned her smile with a knowing grin of his own. "Hi, I'm Rob. Are you our new assistant?"
"Yes!" Angie breathed a sigh of relief at her first welcoming smile. She nervously followed Rob to the back office, noticing him again eyeing her up and down before he grinned at Mr. Antonelli and backed out of the office. Angie was too nervous to notice Rob casually brushing himself against her ass as he walked past her out of the office.
"Angie, come in," boomed Bob Antonelli's deep, masculine voice sending shivers through her spine. She spent the rest of the day sitting next to Mr. Antonelli at his desk as he showed her the computer system and how to process all of the bills and reports.
Several times during the day, Bob's thick, muscular legs rubbed against Angie's as he reached past her to either pick up the phone or pull files from his desk. All of 6'2 and 250 lbs, Bob's huge physique dwarfed Angie's petite frame in every way. By the afternoon, her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs as Bob's legs brushed repeatedly against hers.
Angie blossomed under Bob's attention and his approving smile as she quickly grasped her training session. Towards the end of the day, Bob casually patted her knee and congratulated her on being a quick study. "You are really quick, smart, and know how to listen, Angie. As long as you continue to do things exactly as I tell you, you will fit in well around here."
"Yes sir, Mr. Antonelli. I really appreciate you giving me this job with such a generous starting salary. I will do everything in my power to make you happy with me." Bob's hand lingered on Angie's leg a little too long. "Very good, Angie. I am very pleased that you are so accommodating. It's very rare indeed to find a young lady so anxious to please."
Angie's confidence soared as she walked out of the office and all of the workers stopped to tell her how much they were going to enjoy her assistance. She even enjoyed it as she felt their eyes staring at her ass as she swayed her hips out of the office. Over the following weeks, Angie settled into the job and soon had the office humming efficiently. It seemed as if everyday, one of the men stopped by her desk to compliment her on how she was doing or how pretty she looked that day. Angie responded by working hard and going out of her way to look especially nice every day.
At first she was intimidated by being the only female in an office of a couple of dozen burly construction workers, but now she was positively in heaven being surrounded by dirty, sweaty, muscular testosterone-driven men. She began to buy tighter and more revealing knit blouses that amply showed off her huge melons and ample cleavage. When the guys would stand over her chair while she was pulling up a report for them, she made sure that she took her time, pretending not to notice them staring down her unbuttoned blouse as her nipple hardened under their glare.
She also began to wear her skirts shorter and tighter, making sure she crossed her endlessly long legs whenever the guys would sit and chat with her at her desk. She could see their dicks stiffening as they stared at her smooth brown legs. She would bat her eyelashes and blush as they used files to hide the tents in their pants.
As the days progressed, looking became leering and leering became slight touches on her back, arms and legs as they talked and laughed with her. At first she pulled away, but over time, she got more comfortable with it.
A few of the guys eventually began to grab her waist and brush their crotches across her ass muttering a weak "excuse me" as they moved by her - supposedly to grab something that was always just by her desk. The first time she was startled feeling their bulging crotches against her ass, but she began to like all of the attention she was getting. It made her feel powerful and sexy that she could make all of these big, burly construction workers get their dicks hard.
She found herself being turned on by being surrounded by ripped muscles, sweaty chests, and the raw, animal aggression of a construction site. The more aggressive they got in touching her body and fondling her ass and breasts, the wetter she got between her legs. She didn't know why being surrounded by all of this male power turned her on so, but she found herself looking forward to the breaks when all of the men would be crowded into the office leering at her and making sexually suggestive comments about her body parts.
"You guys are so bad," she said one day as she walked in on a particularly lewd game of "Guess how big Angie's titties are." Since money was on the table, she let Steve get out a measuring tape and measure her bust line. She nervously laughed when he seemed to take a really long time making sure that the tape fit exactly right over her nipples.
"You're the bad one," Rob responded while casually strolling over to her desk. His six-foot frame towered over her forcing her to lean back in her chair to see his leering face. Rob's hand slowly traced the outline of her breast straining beneath her paper-thin red tank top. "I just lost $50 bucks on these babies because I thought you wore a push-up bra. But obviously, you're not even wearing a bra at all."
As if on cue, her nipple hardened and Rob squinted his eyes and let his fingers rub across her protruding nipple. "You come in here wearing these low cut, tight tee shirts with no bra on and wonder why we fantasize about pinching and licking those giant, oversized titties of yours." The room went deathly quiet as Rob continued his verbal and physical assault on her titties. No one took a breath as they waited to see how Angie would respond. Angie knew that they had crossed the line between outrageous flirting to full fledged sexual assault in the workplace. She knew she should be offended, but his words rang true and strange sensations were shooting from her nipple to her cunt.
Emboldened by her silence, Rob reached his hand into her shirt, took her hardening nipples in both hands and gently pinched and rolled them between his fingers, staring straight into her eyes while waiting for a response. The boldness of his challenge and the dominance of his assault on her titties in front of the whole office took her breath away. She saw the muscles rippling from his flexed biceps, felt the raw power emanating from his body and was powerless to respond.
She lowered her eyes in shame and saw Rob's growing erection just inches away from her face. She licked her lips as the bulge grew larger in his pants. Suddenly, she felt another set of hands come from behind and start rubbing her legs. The hands slowly pushed up the fabric of her skirt and began caressing the insides of her thighs.
Her legs turned into jelly as she watched the four, strong white hair hands boldly caressing various parts of her brown skin and the contrast totally enthralled her. As the second pair of hands inched its way slowly upward towards her crotch, Rob took her chin in his hands and forced her to look up at him.
"You are a very bad girl, Angie. You have been flaunting your sexuality in front of every man in this office for months. For being a cock tease, I think you deserve to be punished." Rob turned and looked at the eight men left at the end of the shift. "Does anybody else in here think that Angie needs to be severely punished for being a cock teasing little slut?" Angie felt her pussy pulsing at the threat and her breath quickened at the way they were openly sexually humiliating her. There was no mistake about it. The good old boys were being encouraged to rise up and put her in her rightful place. Within a few minutes, she went from feeling like an almighty sexual goddess, to a shamed, humbled little slut.
"I'd like to punish her," came a voice. "I'd like to pull down those panties, bend her over and give her a lesson she will never forget."
"Yeah, let's teach that little slut a lesson about fucking with real men!" Shouts of approval roared through the crowd as the men began chanting, "Fuck her up. Fuck her up. Fuck her up!"
"Well," Rob looked at her, yanked her towards him and unzipped her skirt. "I guess it's unanimous. The team wants you to be punished." To more cheers, he casually flipped her over his knee and pulled down her panties. Shame flushed her face as her ass was exposed to the room full of men, cheering in victory over the sight of her full, round ass.
SMACK! Rob's hand firmly connected to her bottom making Angie jump in surprise. Rob placed his elbow over her back, pinning her down more firmly and continued the spanking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Angie screamed in embarrassment and pain as Rob spanked her ass like she was a 5 year old. SMACK! SMACK!
