Being A Shameless Black Slut

I call this type of story a "quickie". No back-story, no real plot, just smut...enjoy.

"Say it...!" Chuck said, pounding her from behind and slapping her ass hard. "Say it, bitch...!"

"Yes...fuck me...!" Regine moaned. "Fuck my black pussy...with your big, white cock...!"

Sweat poured down her face, neck and back. Her ass and thighs were sore from having vigorous, raw sex in a dusty, hot warehouse. She'd had one orgasm already, and would probably have more before they were done.

Suddenly withdrawing his cock and pushing her onto the floor, Chuck admired his handy-work. He never imagined that he would get the chance to fuck his manager, slap her big, black ass and order her around liked he'd done.

"Get out of those fuckin' clothes, bitch...!" he growled at her. "Then crawl over here an' suck my fuckin' cock..."

Regine steadied against a crate and did her best to compose herself and deal with the situation she'd gotten into. She removed the one shoe she was still wearing, untangled herself from the expensive designer slacks and silk panties that were bunched around her knees and ankles. She unbuttoned her silk blouse and removed her lace bra and tossed them onto the pile of clothes.

Her dark brown nipples were already hard, and her pussy still tingled from the pounding Chuck had given her. She did exactly as he'd instructed; she got down on her knees and crawled over to him.

Chuck stood there slowly stroking his erect cock, staring down at her. This same woman had referred to him as an "incompetent, low-life" and suggested that he be fired. Now she was about to suck his dick.

Regine rose up on her knees so that she was eye-level with his cock. Without saying a word she opened her mouth; Chuck took a firm grip of her hair and sank his cock into her throat. She gagged, but he held her head firm. Her eyes watered and tears flowed as he slowly fucked her face.

"Put your fuckin' hands behind your back..." he ordered.

She did and he gave her a few more thrusts, before pulling out and allowing her to gasp and choke for air. Regine had another small but intense orgasm. Her head was swimming.

The 48-year-old executive manager was so incredibly turned on and couldn't stop herself. An employee who she thought of as "beneath her" was roughly fucking and demeaning her. Calling her vile names, slapping her ass like she was an animal. For all she knew he was also a racist.

But she loved the thought of it. It her made her wet.

"Go over there and face that fuckin' wall..." Chuck told her next.

Regine rushed over to the wall, facing it like she has a child on punishment. Chuck walked up behind her, took a firm grip of her wrists and pressed her palms against the wall just above her head.

"Don't you fuckin' move..." he warned her, growling into her ear. He pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks and let it tease her tight, virgin asshole.

"Omigod...!" Regine silently realized, as another rush of excitement and fear ran through her. "He's...he's gonna fuck my ass..."

She kept her hands pressed against the wall while Chuck's thick, rough hands ravaged her. He squeezed and clawed at her breasts, twisted and pulled her nipples, and pinched her clit. All the while he pressed harder against her ass, allowing the head of his cock to threaten her asshole.

"Spread your legs and bend over..." the younger man told her.

Slowly she followed his order as her ass-cheeks spread wider.

"Omigod..." she whimpered aloud. She could feel him entering her ass. A part of her wanted him to.

"Spread that black ass...!" he snapped.

Pressing her face against the cinder-block wall, Regine reached back with both hands and spread her ample ass-cheeks even wider.

Chuck spit a wad of saliva onto his cock and rubbed it in, grabbed her hips and entered her ass in one thrust.

The shock of the intrusion forced Regine up onto her toes. She tried to spread her ass wider to counter the burning sensation running up her spine.

"Fuck...!" she gasped, clenching her teeth as tears filled her eyes. "It's...too big..."

"Shut your black-ass the fuck up, bitch...!" Chuck sneered. "You know you fuckin' want this!"

Deep down she agreed, and could already feel another orgasm building.

For the next 10-minutes Chuck pounded her mercilessly. Regine squealed and yelped with each thrust, as the pain lessened and the pleasure built.

"Tell me what you want, you fuckin' black bitch...!" Chuck growled. He could feel himself close to blasting his load inside her. "Say what you came down her for...!"

"I want you...to fuck my...black ass...." She panted and moaned, her voice was now raw and hoarse. "I want you to...fuck me...with your...your big, white dick...fuck me, please...!"

Tears, sweat and drool dripped from Regine's chin. She'd cum two more times and cream oozed from between her legs. She felt light-headed, although she could feel another orgasm coming.

"Aw fuck...!" Chuck suddenly pressed against her, flattening Regine into the wall, as he emptied streams of cum into her ass.

He held her there a few seconds longer until his cock went limp and slipped free. Regine slowly slumped to the floor, exhausted and spent.

"Come back when you're ready for another ass-pounding, bitch..." Chuck sneered as he gathered himself. He left her there on the floor and went outside to his car.

Regine finally rose on shaking legs a few minutes later and gathered her clothes. She went to the washroom, cleaned up, dressed and took the elevator back to her office on the top floor. The rest of her team had gone for the evening.

She sat there thinking about everything that had transpired. Her ass and crotch were sore and still tingled. The taste of Chuck's cock lingered in the back of her throat.

The longer she sat there thinking about it, the more aroused she became.

Regine stripped off her clothes again. She started by attempting to rub one out in her office chair with her legs spread and propped on the edge of her oak desk. But what she craved didn't come easily (especially without Chuck), and she literally fought to reach another intense orgasm. She humped the edge of her desk, her office door-knob, the arm of the couch and the floor. She successfully finished on her stomach, humping her hand in the middle of the small conference table.

Again exhausted but satisfied, Regine dressed and finally left. It was almost 11:30PM.

When she finally climbed into bed, her last thought before falling asleep was of her next visit to Chuck's office.