The evil bastard's name was Patrick Woods. He was 6'5", and 265 lbs of pure meanness and spite, and he was my husband's immediate supervisor when we first got married. Joe was working at a small insurance brokerage, and everyday he had a new story about Mr Woods. He was always a dick to my husband. He would reassign Joe's clients to other, less experienced agents. Joe could tell he was being phased out because he was white and every new agent Mr Woods hired was African-American. The bastard almost got Joe fired once over a paperwork error that wasn't even his mistake.
That December, I was 23. I have reddish brown hair and stand just 5'5", and it's all curves. My DD breasts, ample bubble butt and sexy legs have always turned heads, and Mr Woods definitely took notice. Every time I met him I could see that his dark eyes were glued to my body. He would always have this unsettling grin on his face as he undressed me with his eyes. I found it unnerving. While he was definitely handsome, I had never had a thing for black guys. Especially for this one who was twice my age and already had plenty of grey hairs.
Then came the eve of the company Christmas party. I was dressed in a short black dress and fishnets. A very nice mansion in an expensive part of Atlanta had been rented out. Plenty of the men there were sneaking peeks at my tight little outfit, and of course Mr Woods was there openly staring me up and down whenever I was in view. Joe was in a conversation with the CFO from home office and asked if I could fix him another whiskey sour at the open bar. When I couldn't find anymore sour mix someone pointed me in the direction of a laundry room.
While I was back there scrounging through the cabinets, Mr Woods walked in with a drink in hand and shut the door behind him. Before it registered in my mind he was behind me, with his arms around me. I shrieked as I looked down and saw his jet black hands squeezing my snow white tits. He quickly pulled them free of my dress top and was mauling them in his rough old hands, my pert nipples instantly hardened and poked out proudly as he pinched them roughly. "STOP IT!" I yelled. I tried to wiggle free but I only managed to rub my soft ass against the erection building in his pants.
"Mmm-mmm-mmmm. Sweet little Mandy. I always told Joe you were a little freak," he whispered in my ear, his breath sour from booze. Now his sizable erection was pressing against my bottom, "Yeah, you like that, don't you slut? That's what a real man's cock feels like."
He moved his right hand from my boob and lifted my skirt in the back. He slapped my exposed ass cheek hard before squeezing it.
"You feel just right, baby girl," his frantic hand found the crotch of my black french-cut panties. I gasped when I realized they were soaked. "Ooh nice and wet, huh? I knew you were a whore. Only whores wear fishnets. I can't wait to see those sexy painted toes curl, you little slut."
His fingers slid into my panties while his left hand continued to maul my tit. As his fingertips brushed my moist inner lips, I threatened to scream so loud that his wife would hear. That made him pause long enough for me to wiggle out of his clutches. I saw the bottle of sour mix and grabbed it and ran out. That night I nearly wore poor Joe out in our bed. I couldn't explain why what had happened simultaneously sickened me and made me insatiably horny. So I just kept it to myself.
Well, the company let Mr Woods go about six months later. Joe said he was lucky he wasn't charged with embezzlement and insurance fraud. About a year after that my husband runs into him at a bar. He was there all alone, and my softhearted husband bought him some rounds and listened to his mea culpa. He ended up getting divorced and losing everything. It had humbled him and he apologized profusely about being such an ass. Said he was looking for a new apartment. My husband, who's a softy, offered him our finished basement until he could get back on his feet.
You can imagine my shock when I opened the door. I was furious. After all he didn't discuss it with me. Just shows up with that black 6'5" former football player saying he's moving in. After all he had put us through, and the unwelcomed groping I'd never told anyone about. But the big brute was all sheepish and apologetic and saying how grateful he was that we could forgive in such a huge way. So that was 3 months ago. And the first couple weeks or so were pretty normal.
He was nice and friendly. His eyes would linger on me a little, sometimes with a sly grin. He seemed to always happen to need to brush closely past me whenever I was in the hall. He got bolder as the days past. Nothing terribly untoward, just a slight graze here and there. He saw me reaching for something at the top of the pantry one evening as I'm in my yoga pants. He comes right up behind me. "Here let me." So I go "Oh yeah thanks, just need the baking powder." So he reaches over me, pinning me in. His hand is on the baking powder and he just stops and stays there for a moment, long enough for me to get a good feel of his crotch pressing into my ass and feel his warm breath on my neck. I was pissed off, but I could feel my body starting to respond
Then came that Wednesday. I had the day off while Joe went into the office as usual.. I slept in till about 10 then got up to get the laundry together. So I'm walking around in one of my husband's white t-shirts and a pair of white cotton panties.
I'm standing there at the washing machine. Just started a load and I'm sorting clothes out. The house is quiet. All the doors locked, including the one to the basement.
Out of nowhere, I hear his booming voice behind me.
"Hurry up, Mandy! I've got a huge load waiting. "
I screamed and must have jumped 2 feet in the air. I looked over my shoulder, holding my hand over my pounding heart.
"Fuck! Patrick, you scared the hell out of me. I didn't even know you were in the house. "
"Yeah, Joe gave me a key, in case I needed to do laundry. He's such a trusting and generous guy."
"Yeah he really i.....", he was now right behind me. He grabbed my hands and placed them on the top of the washer as he pressed a very sizable erection into my backside.
"Yeah, a little too trusting," he growled right into my ear before nibbling the lobe,"Now, as I've already told you, you teasing little slut, I've got a really big load I've got to put in. And a few more after that."
I squirmed in his arms.
