by Zane
Oh hell. He’s gonna be gone for at least an hour. Her caffeine demons demanded to be fed. She looked at the phone and saw the word JANITOR labeled as the fifth button on the speed dial list. If she pushed it, it would first ring Kenji’s basement office. If she got no answer there, it would automatically forward to his cell phone. What’s the worst that could happen? He would come down here and give me his “meatsicle” along with my coffee cup? A sudden throb of her clit told her what she’d been denying for years: She wanted Kenji’s multicultural dick.
How the hell did they get sunflower seed shells get on top of the refrigerator? Kenji wondered as he wiped down the white Kenmore fridge in the employee lounge. Next to the sink he picked up a used Styrofoam cup that had lipstick stains on the rim. The lipstick was a similar color to that Colleen wore.
Colleen.
Just the thought of her a floor beneath him began the running of blood to his sleeping penis. Her sexy thickness flipped his switch. He didn’t care much for the model-type woman. Kenji liked his women with a little “girth.” Colleen certainly fit the criteria. At about 5′5″ and one hundred sixty pounds, she was right in his sexual wheelhouse. As stiff as she always appeared to be, he knew she wasn’t gettin’ the “whammy” on a regular basis. I’d do her even if she was on the rag, he thought as he tossed the cup in the trash. His concrete-hard dick agreed.
To take her mind off of raping Kenji, Colleen plugged her laptop into the console and began her automatic antivirus update of the network. The mere act of pushing her plug into the console networking jack hole made her moist. She felt her reddish brown nipples grow. Maybe I should’ve screwed Jasper before I left home, she thought as she let her hand fall in her lap. On second thought, I need a long stroker. After thirteen years of marriage, Jasper had become a sexual minute-man. A sigh escaped her as she rubbed her throbbing clit through her thin polyester Liz Claiborne pants.
After leaving the employee lounge, Kenji went to empty the trash cans in the visitors’ area. He passed Archie’s empty desk and absently rubbed the countertop to check for dust. He found none. He made sure his access badge was clipped to his retractable key ring before opening the bulletproof double doors that led to the visitors’ area. He pushed his rolling cleaning cart through the doors and emptied the two chrome wastebaskets and relined them with trash bags before straightening the magazines on the low-slung coffee table.
On the table to the right of the access pad, he noticed a stainless-steel coffee cup. It had the TechRealm logo emblazoned on it along with the initials “C.B.”
“This must be Colleen’s,” he said as he held the cup. Only the head honchos had their initials on their cups. The smooth feel of the cool stainless steel made him think of how soft and smooth Colleen’s ass would feel in the palm of his hand. How soft and smooth her large tits would feel to his lips. Stiffness, once again, invaded his sperm-shooter.
I think I’ll take Colleen her cup. I need to go downstairs anyway and refill my glass cleaner bottle. Kenji put the cup on his cart and headed toward the elevator.
After prying her hand out of her lap, Colleen battled to regain hold of her senses. Between her caffeine and sex cravings, she had a fight on her hands. If I can’t get any dick, I have to at least have some java, she thought. As she stood up to search for a cup of some kind, she glanced at the security guard monitor and spotted Kenji. He held something in his hand.
Her coffee cup.
What the hell? she wondered. How did he get my cup? Before her wonder turned to panic, she retraced her footsteps in her mind. That’s right, I put it on the table by the entrance door so I could get my access badge out of my bag, she recalled. A beep from her laptop informed her that the antivirus update to the system was completed successfully. That gave her about forty minutes of free time as the system diagnostics ran.
She bit her lip as she thought, If I call and have him bring me my cup, I’m gonna end up giving him some.
Colleen watched Kenji push his cart to the elevator and push the down arrow. Oh shit! He’s on his way down here! A mix of fear, desire, and excitement filled Colleen. Her years of loyalty to Jasper were on the verge of being ruined. She knew she would let Kenji have her tonight. She knew it.
In the elevator, Kenji lusted for Colleen in his mind. He rubbed his stonelike rod as he imagined rolling against her soft, spacious ass. “Down, boy,” he said to his stiff member. Mrs. Colleen ain’t just another office slut. She’ll mess around and tell her brother if I overstep my boundaries, and bye-bye, contract. He exhaled loudly as the elevator doors parted. Forty-two steps to the right and twenty-one to the left and he was at his office door.
When Colleen saw Kenji appear and disappear as he left the hall camera’s viewing angle on the way to his office, her nipples became rigid. Why am I trippin’? That man’s probably not even thinking about me, Colleen thought as she filled a tiny paper cup full of water from the Alhambra water cooler. She’d nearly fooled herself into being in control until her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Colleen. I found somethin’of yours.”
“What are you talking about, man?” His voice added another log to her freak-fire. She sat back in her chair and twisted one of her red dreadlocks.
“If you’re missin’ a cup with your initials on it, I’ll return it for the reward.”
“What reward?
“The one written on the bottom of the cup. It says, ‘If found, return to owner for a generous reward.’ ” Kenji sat on the corner of his desk grinning into the phone.
“I don’t have time to play with you right now, Kenji. Just bring me my cup, please? ’Bye.” After hanging up, she realized she’d just invited the fox into the chicken coop. Okay. All I have to do is make sure to keep some furniture between us, she thought as she pulled her compact mirror out of her bag and applied a fresh coat of plum lipstick.
Kenji listened to the dial tone for almost a full minute before he hung up. Damn, this’ll be the first time I’m totally alone with her. He went into his small bathroom, pissed, and made sure he was presentable. Don’t mess this up. He lifted her coffee cup off his cart and left.
Colleen’s eyes never left the monitor as she watched Kenji approach her door. The way his uniform fit his slim frame and the confidence in his walk made her kitty purr. He was her height, but she outweighed him by about twenty pounds. She wanted to lick his walnut shell–colored skin from top to bottom. He wore his unruly African-American/Spanish hair in a bushy ponytail.
“It took you long enough,” Colleen said into the intercom as she buzzed him in.
“I’ll take that as a thank-you.” He held the cup out to her.
“You’re welcome.” She gave him a smile. When she took the cup, her hand touched his. The heat from his skin made her swallow hard and take a step back.
“You okay? It looks like you just got stung by a bee.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Do you ever give it a rest?”
“It’s against my religion to rest.” Kenji’s eyes surveyed her body as though he had X-ray vision. He wasn’t aware that he was at a full salute behind his zipper.
Is that his dick? Colleen wondered as she glanced down at the front of his pants. It looked more like he had a billy club in his pocket.
The silence between them was awkward. The hum of the servers could have easily been mistaken for the energy which flowed between Colleen and Kenji.
“Don’t you have work to do?” Colleen could feel her panties getting soggy. Thank God the computer console is between us, she thought.
“As a matter of fact I do. It’s about time I gave you a good cleanin’.” He walked slowly to the end of the console.
“Excuse me?” Colleen’s hand knocked her coffee cup to the floor.
“Calm down, woman. Just relax.” He continued to close in on her. The horseshoe shape of the console offered Colleen only one exit: past Kenji. When she bent over to pick up her
cup, she found her face about a foot away from Kenji’s bulge.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She spoke directly to his crotch while in her crouch.
Well, it’s now or never, Kenji thought. He’d already crossed the line by walking up on her the way he did. I can always find another building to clean. As she slowly got to her feet, he took another step toward her, backing her booty against the console. She had nowhere to go.
“Kenji…“That was all she could say before she found his tongue attempting to part her lips. She was amazed at how quickly she accepted it. His tongue seemed to do somersaults in her mouth. Colleen had a vise-like grip on the edge of the console as she sucked his tongue. When he pressed against her and she felt the hardness of his stick rub against her leg, she broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong, Colleen?” Kenji continued to kiss and lick the side of her neck.
“You know…what’s…wrong. You…Me…Us…This.” She found a tiny bit of strength and pushed him off her.
“Can you honestly tell me you don’t want this?” Kenji took her hand and placed it on the throbbing beast in his trousers. He took a glance at the monitors and saw Archie walking down the hall to the computer room.
“I’m married.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hard joint as she spoke those words. Kenji gyrated his hips and nibbled her ear as she held his meat. Mental snapshots of Jasper, the women gossiping in the break room, sucking Kenji’s dick, and her son played behind her closed eyelids.
Kenji broke away from Colleen and pointed at the monitor. “You got company,” he sighed. Colleen reluctantly let go of his manhood and sat in her chair.
“Evenin’, folks,” Archie said after opening the door. “Just checkin’to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Everything’s fine. Kenji just bought me my coffee cup and was on his way out,” she said as she got up and walked past him to the coffeepot.
“Yeah, I just have to finish the bathrooms down here then I’m done for the night.”
“Glad you reminded me. Can I get a box of tissue from ya? My allergies are kickin’ up somethin’ fierce!”
Thank you, Lord, Colleen thought.
“You ready?” Archie asked the disappointed Kenji.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
After going back to his closet and giving Archie his tissue, Kenji decided to give Colleen one more go. What the hell do I have to lose? If she’s not on the phone with her brother right now, I’m damned lucky.
Oh no! I just know he’s not coming back, Colleen thought as she watched Kenji walk toward her in the monitor. Good thing hedoesn’t have the access code to this room. That thought gave her a little comfort.
“Let’s finish what we were doin’, Colleen,” Kenji said into the intercom.
“It is finished, Kenji. I’m sorry but we can’t…it’s not right.” Her vagina had other thoughts, though. She was still hot as fish grease.
“All right,” he said with his head against the door. “But if you change your mind, you can have this.” He stood back and looked up at the camera over the door.
“What the hell is he doing?” Colleen said as she looked at the monitor. It only took seconds for her to understand.
“This is for you, baby,” Kenji said to the camera as he unzipped his pants.
Oh no he’s not! Colleen intensified her stare at the screen. Kenji’s hard, massive light-brown dick hung out of his zipper.
Although she couldn’t hear him, she read lips good enough to see him say, “Come get this.” Colleen watched as he stroked his thing slowly from the bulbous head to the hairy base. Damn! Even with his hand around it, there’s at least another six inches sticking out. It was fat and long just how she liked. Colleen pushed back in her chair and put her hand inside her pants. She found her throbbing clit and rubbed it gently as she watched Kenji’s show.
She imagined being bent over in front of him as he slid in and out of her wetness. Colleen added a second finger inside her slit. Kenji jacked off faster. His eyes closed as he pictured lying between Colleen’s warm, thick legs, digging her out. His balls were heavy with semen. He felt it demanding release as he added more friction to his dick…head. Colleen put a finger in her mouth and sucked it like she desired to suck the penis on her monitor screen. Three fingers massaged the inside of her wet pussy at the same time. She longed to have one of her “toys” hidden in the shoe box in the back of her closet.
Kenji leaned back against the wall for support as he got ready to let his load flow. In his mind’s eye, his dick was inside Colleen’s twat trying to knock the walls down. The first drops of pre-cum let him know it was time to let loose.
Colleen split her legs as wide as she could. She felt the warm wave moving inside her, signaling climax was approaching. “Ummmmmm…fuck me, Kenjiiii!” she uttered at the screen as a violent orgasm shook her body.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shitttt gonnnna cummmm!” Kenji’s knob stiffened up and got cherry-red right before it began pumping baby juice out in a thick spray. He lay back against the wall panting as the final drops of cum dripped out. It looked like someone had spit vanilla milk shake on the floor. He looked into the camera, grinned, and said, “I’ll be back to clean that up in a minute” as he turned and left.
Colleen eased her hand out of her pants and staggered to her feet. She hadn’t cum like that in months. She decided right then she would have to give sex with Kenji serious consideration. Yes, he might just get this pussy one day, but not tonight…
Mandatory Overtime
Horas extras obligatorias
Keeb Knight
She stood at the front of her desk poring over contracts. Engulfed in her work she never heard him come in. All she heard was the door to her office slam shut behind her. Before she could turn around he reached in front of her, grabbed both her wrists and held them at her sides. She tried to wriggle free of his grip.
“Stay still,” he commanded. He ran his large dark hands along the lines of her stomach and chest. He pressed her body against his chest, cupping and kneading her breasts through her blazer. “Are you ready for me?” he whispered in her ear.
She recognized his voice. “Yes, I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she replied. Her body tingled all over. “Take me.”
He ripped open her suit. The buttons took flight across the room and her unharnessed breasts were now his to seize. He pressed his cock firmly between the cleft of her bodacious buttocks. The only thing separating them was his trousers and her skirt.
“Ro—”
He quickly put his hand over her mouth. “Sssh. Don’t say a word, baby,” he said in a hypnotic whisper. He released her and slowly turned her around so she could face him.
He was beautiful. She got lost in his mild brown eyes, throwing her arms around his chocolate neck and rewarding him with a kiss. She slipped her tongue between his soft full lips so they could devour each other’s sweetness.
Still in their amorous embrace, he backed her up to the desk, pinning her against it with his lean muscular frame. His hands caressed her hips, then trailed their way back to her buttocks. Her fully rounded ass fit nicely in his large hands. He felt through her soft skirt that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He picked her up, sat her on top of the desk, and forced her legs apart, exposing her glistening toffee-toned pussy.
“Take it, Rome! Don’t make me wait any longer.” She could see the emergence in his pants as he stood there holding her by the ankles, spreading her apart even wider. It was if his cock could smell what was waiting outside the wall of fabric. Like a wild snake trapped in an opaque sack it was waiting to strike the first thing it saw. She reached across her open legs, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and with both hands took hold of his lengthy beast. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She pulled his thick-headed cobra to her dripping wet pussy and slowly slipped him in as she tilted her head back, enjoying the warm reception. She slapped his bare ass, coercing him to give her all of it. “Fuck me, Rome! Don’t h
old back! Fuck me until I scream.”
With each pounding stroke her triple Ds swayed back and forth, moving in an elliptical motion. Sliding in and out with methodic thrusts, he pushed her submissive body further back on the desk to a point where both her head and breasts hung over the other side. From an upside-down view she could see two voyeuristic window washers outside her office with their pants down, each giving her a thumbs-up and a couple tugs at their cocks for good measure. This moment was too special for her to care who the fuck was watching.
He rolled her legs back until her knees touched the surface of the desk and were in line with her chest. With one long deep stroke he teased her with the fullness of his massive cock, stretching her, throbbing against her vaginal walls.
“Oh…oh…oh, fuck yes,” she gasped deeply.
He was finally ready to give her what she craved. His dangling walnut-size balls and long stiff cock dripped her juices on her breasts as he straddled her torso. His erection swung like a pendulum looking to be centered. He cupped the back of her head in his hands and he pulled her forward. And like a skilled African hunter who has found his prey, he was ready to immerse his tool. Then he beckoned her.
“Is this what you wanted?” he said.
Yes, Rome! Fill my mouth with that fuckin’ Zulu dick!
“Regina. Regina,” he called out.
“Yes! Yes! I said give it to me, dammit!” she shouted out loud.
