Caramel Flava

by Zane

  Regina was slumped in her high-back executive chair awakening from her intoxicating daydream, facing the window with her mouth wide open and her fingers tucked in her moist pussy. Two smiling window washers wearing white coveralls were waving hello. One of them tugged at his crotch a few times just for good measure.

  “Regina, you okay?” said Rome.

  “Ye…yeah, I’m fine.” She shook her head, quickly straightened her skirt and swiveled her chair around to see Rome standing there in confusion with a manila folder in his hand. “Is that the updated Navan contract I asked for?” she said as she regained focus.

  “Yes, it is. They want to finalize the agreement by Monday.”

  “Perfect. Just leave it here on the desk and I’ll look at it. Thank you.”

  “You sure you’re okay, Regina?”

  Somewhat embarrassed, she kept her head down, focusing only on the sales reports she had before her. “Everything’s fine, Rome. You may leave now. Thanks, dear.”

  Rome placed the file on her desk, shook his head, smiled, and walked back out.

  She looked up briefly as he walked out the door to gaze at his juicy behind. Damn you, Rome!

  It was Friday, 4:01 P.M. Regina Pechos, vice president of business development for Incite Media Group headquarters in Philadelphia, leaned back in her chair as she stared at her monitor, her mind wandering. She could see and hear every one of her employees with the customized hidden security cameras she had installed a year ago. But today the thirty-two-year-old, five-foot-seven, raven-haired, gray-eyed, chestnut-skinned, buxom, onion-assed VP focused on one prize employee. She’d been having the same daydream for the last ten months—since she hired her new fine-looking, dark-skinned, six-foot-four marketing manager, Rome Black. She admired his talents in marketing and the assets he brought to the company, particularly that phenom cock she’d heard so much about. Rome transferred from the Memphis division of Incite Media to Philadelphia because he heard about an opening there. His prowess was highly praised by Regina’s colleague and friend since childhood, Chelita Blanco, director of marketing down in Memphis. Though she’d never seen it for herself, Regina often created her own image of how that cock would feel submerged in the depths of her greedy pussy.

  Today was no different. As she watched him from her monitor she continued to pleasure herself. Her skirt was pulled back exposing her open thighs and cherry red lace thong, which she tugged to one side with one hand and in rapid motion flicked her clit with the middle finger of her free hand. But a quick masturbation was not enough on this day. The self-torment had to stop. She grabbed more than a handful of tissues from her side drawer, quickly dabbed herself dry, fixed her thong, and gathered her skirt. With her dry hand she reached for the desk phone and auto-dialed his extension.

  Rome answered in his velvety bass voice. “Incite Media Group. Rome Black speaking.”

  She nearly melted at the rhythm of every word. Damn! “Rome, you know it’s me. Why are you giving me the company greeting?”

  “I—”

  “Oh, never mind. What time are you leaving today?

  “Five o’clock.”

  “I need you to stay after five today.”

  “How long do you need me to stay?”

  “As long as it takes to get this project done. I’m sorry for the short notice, but I really need you to stay.”

  “What…is it that Myers project you need help with?”

  She thought quickly. “Yes. I need to you to help me get this damn thing off my desk so I can get to more pressing projects.”

  “Uh…yeah, I can stay for a little while. I’ll just have go to the gym a little later than usual,” Rome replied with a curious expression on his face.

  “Oh! You work out?” As if she couldn’t tell by his buff-ass chest, broad-ass shoulders and his beefy-ass thighs burstin’ through his goddamn tight-ass trousers.

  “I do work out, but I also have a personal training gig down at the Eighteenth Street Gym.”

  “Don’t we pay you enough here at Incite?

  “You pay me well, but living up here in Philly is just a little more expensive than back when I was living in Memphis. And I only hold training sessions three nights a week.”

  After tonight you won’t have the goddamn strength to walk let alone make it to the gym to hold any type of personal training session, she thought. “Do you have a scheduled appointment with a client tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “I think you better postpone going to the gym tonight—we’re gonna keep you real busy.”

  We? He knew in the back of his brain that she wanted his black ass to stroke her pussycat, but what the fuck did she mean by we?

  “Well, I expect see you in my office in about an hour. Wait about five minutes or so before you come in. I don’t want everyone knowing about you staying late. They may think I’m picking favorites and that won’t be any good for morale. You’ve been doing good work over the last few months and I’m highly impressed with your productivity. Just thought I would utilize you a little more today on this project.”

  “You got it, boss.” He hung up with a shrewd smile on his face.

  After hanging up she stood at the window with a devious look in her eyes and thought, ¡Sí, Papi! Mamasita is about to get her torch lit.

  She turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall near the window, rotating her body from left to right with extreme confidence. She noticed that the impressions of her hardened nipples were showing through the blazer of her gray Marni suit. She never wore a bra to support her voluptuous 38DDDs. She didn’t give two shits in a rat’s ass if they swirled and jiggled under her suit. She could proudly say her mamms were all natural. She believed that if her breasts were happy, then she was happy. Fuck the rest of the world.

  He only overheard Rome’s side of the conversation, but he knew what it meant. “Hey, Rome?”

  “What’s up,” he replied to the voice.

  “You know she wants to fuck you, right,” whispered Jake Tyson, senior sales manager, from over the wall that separated their cubicles.

  “Huh,” Rome replied with a fake surprised look on his face. He peered up and saw Jake grinning like a Cheshire cat. All Rome could see was his light-skinned round face with both his paws on either side supporting him on the wall.

  “Yeah, man. Haven’t you seen the way she’s been eyeballin’ you?”

  “Uh…No, I haven’t,” he lied with a straight face. Rome knew from past experience that he was about to get into a fuckfest with his boss, but he didn’t want to let on that he was hip to her game. In his last meeting with Chelita she recommended that he do anything Regina requested him to do if he wanted to advance in the company. She said all this while his head was buried in her pussy under a table in a dark corner of Nouveau Restaurant in downtown Memphis, where they had their last dinner meeting together. He almost didn’t hear anything she said because the inside of her thighs nearly covered his ears as she pulled his head in tight so that his snakelike tongue could slither into the abyss of her vagina. He knew she wanted to leave her taste in his mouth before he left. And she did. She wrapped her legs around his head and rammed her cunt hard against his mouth as she went into a buck wild wave of ecstasy, squirting her love juice down his accommodating throat. “Yessss! Get all of it, Dyson,” she decreed. And he complied. Slurping her pussy clean inside and out. Because of his pussy-eating skills she’d nicknamed him after the vacuum cleaner known for powerful suction and cleaning performance. If that’s what it took to keep his pockets lined and his dick flexed, he was down.

  Jake walked around to Rome’s desk so he could talk to him quietly. He stooped next to him and whispered, “Come on, man. You can’t tell me you haven’t sensed something. Think about it. You’ve been here for over ten months and up to now how often have you seen her stay after five?”

  Rome thought for a second. “I can’t recall.”

  “Right. We’re salaried employees, Rome. We don’t get overt
ime in the sense of earning extra pay. We do a mandatory overtime when required.” Jake looked him dead in the face. “Hey, man, I’ve been working here at the headquarters for three years. I used to be a cock diesel pretty boy like you when I started here. I got the same request you just got, but the only difference was that she asked me for a dick-down within six months of my being hired. I was engaged at the time, but since I got married I put on some beer-gut weight just so I wouldn’t appeal to her anymore. My wife thinks I put on the weight as my way of showing moral support during her pregnancy.”

  “So did you say no?”

  “Did I say no to what?” Jake asked with a puzzled look.

  “Did you say no to her?” Rome tilted his head in the direction of Regina’s office.

  Jake brought his tone back down to a whisper, grabbed his cock through his pants, and grinned. “Damn skippy I tapped dat ass, bro. Yo. Let me tell you somethin’. That is Grade A punani up in dat office. Tap it right and it’s job security for you, my brotha. She’s like that fine-ass schoolteacher you dreamed about fuckin’ when you were in high school. I’m sure you had a lust for at least one of your teachers back then.”

  As Jake babbled on, Rome’s mind flashed back to Ms. Sandra Buttlan, his homeroom history teacher, when he was a senior back at Central High. The only difference was that he actually fucked her. She was thirty-ish and fine as all hell. His classmates nicknamed her Ms. Butt Land. Her nickname matched her bootylicious ass, which was onion to the tenth degree. One day she was showing a film about Egyptian pyramids and as she stood behind the projector just alongside his desk he remembered how he slid his hand up her two-sizes-too-small dress, right between her thick silky thighs. Turning only her head to look down at him, she noticed he was looking straight ahead at the film as though nothing was happening, and he continued to move his hand high enough to caress her dense pubic hair. She conformed by moving her legs further apart so his long fingers could get full access. Ten minutes into the film his fingers were soaked from her dripping pussy. He remembered like it was yesterday, assaulting her clit to a point where her juices poured down and off the sides of his elbow before the film ended. She did everything she could to try and stand there as though she hadn’t been finger-fucked for the last twenty-five minutes with her knees almost buckling. After class was over she pulled him aside and told him that he’d have to stay for detention for his naughty deed. He was just glad he didn’t get expelled.

  “Rome, if you make it through this detention on your best behavior, then you and I will get along just fine,” she said.

  That day she actually fucked him six ways to Sunday. He was okay with fucking the finest teacher in Central High. He spent numerous detentions at her apartment down the street right up until graduation. They even dated for a while after he graduated.

  “Rome, you listenin’to me, bro,” said Jake.

  “Yeah, man, I’m listening. I was just having a flashback. Sorry, man.”

  “That must’ve been a hellified flashback. I don’t think you heard half of what I just said. Anyway, handle yo business.”

  Regina watched and listened in on the conversation Jake was having with Rome. Everything Jake was saying was true. Rome’s job was secure, regardless of what she desired. She couldn’t deny that Rome’s marketing talent was off the charts and with the growth they were seeing in the Philadelphia area in promotional advertising for real estate, alcoholic beverages, high-end apparel, and the city’s tourism projects, it was going to be a banner year for Incite. But she usually got what she desired. And on this day she desired to devour Rome. Every delectable inch of him.

  Her desk phone rang. “Good afternoon Incite Media Group this is Regina.”

  “¿No han chingado todavía?” the voice on the other end inquired.

  Knowing who was on the other end, Regina smiled blushingly. “No, Chelita, I didn’t fuck him yet. I’m waiting on you.” She knew ahead of time that Chelita would be in town for a business meeting with a client today, so she’d invited her to come down as a tag-team partner. “Where are you?”

  “I’m on the corner of sixteenth and JFK Boulevard. I just came out of my meeting. Hey! Did I tell you Rome’s dick taste like Godiva chocolate?”

  “Chelita, puleeze! Godiva? No dick taste that damn good.”

  “I’m tellin’ you, chica. It’s not that usual salty-ass-tastin’ dick. I don’t know what the fuck he puts in his system, but that muthafucka got sweet meat. Look. My taxi is here. I should be there in a few. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  It was 4:45 P.M. Chelita entered the reception area of the fifteenth-floor office of Incite Media Group. The five-foot-six Latina vixen had straight fawn-colored hair down to her shoulders, flawless fair skin, huge brown eyes, and fine features that were dominated by her full temptestuous mouth. She was wrapped in a full-length black mink coat.

  “Good evening, Ms. Blanco,” greeted the receptionist. “You look absolutely stunning.”

  “Thanks, Roslyn,” she replied with a wink as she headed in the direction of Regina’s office.

  Rome looked up and nearly fell out of his chair when he saw Chelita coming around the corner heading in his direction. Her coat was open, revealing what was underneath. She looked super fine in her black fuck-me mink coat and her little red fuck-me dress and black knee-high Miu Miu fuck-me boots.

  She walked up to him as he sat there still in shock and placed the ball of her foot on his crotch, exposing her pouty eat-me coochie pie.

  “Hi, Dyson. Good to see you again. Sure hope you haven’t had a big lunch.”

  “Good to see you too, Lita. I had a light lunch. Why?”

  “Well, this could be a long night at the office. We’re gonna have a lot for you to chew on tonight.” She tossed her Hermès fuck-me scarf over his face and strutted to Regina’s office. “Bring that with you when you come in. We might need it,” she called back.

  Regina was clearing off her desk and discussing some business with Chelita before they prepared for their sexploit with Rome.

  “Were you able to get the Rapture, Inc. deal today?” asked Regina.

  “Not only did I get it. I zipped it back up when I was done. And when was the last time I didn’t close a deal?”

  “Umm…Last year when there was a woman who was the decision maker. We almost lost that five-year, hundred-thousand-dollar contract.”

  “That’s not fair. Rome subbed in for me. You know I don’t do women. Present company excluded, of course.”

  “Uh-huh,” Regina said under her breath.

  “Now that you have my Dyson, if sales numbers begin to drop down in Memphis, then you’ll know why,” said Chelita.

  “You don’t always need sex to make a deal, Chelita.”

  “Fuck if you don’t! I damn sure can’t play any goddamn golf. Speaking of sex. Can we call his fine ass in here now? I haven’t seen my Dyson in almost a year and you stallin’ with all this bullshit. He does know why he’s coming in here, right?

  “Well, if he didn’t know before, then he damn sure knows after you gave him a peek at that vanilla pussy of yours.”

  “Oh. You saw that, huh. You should’ve seen the look on Rome’s face when he saw me walk in.”

  “You ready?”

  “The question is, are you ready? Miss Closet Freak.”

  “Oh, shut up,” Regina said, rolling her eyes. She dialed Rome’s extension, but he was already walking through her door. “I was just calling you. Come on in and close the door.”

  “This must be an important meeting for Chelita to fly all the way up here to help us out.”

  “Yes it is. Like I told you I need you to help us get this Myers project off my desk so we can get to more pressing projects.” On top of her desk were three things. Her computer, the Myers project file, and Chelita sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs crossed and showing a lot of thigh. “Do you think you can handle it, Rome?”

  “I can handle anything you dish out.” He stared Regina
dead in her gray eyes.

  “Oh! He likes a challenge,” said Regina holding his stare as she sat behind her desk fingering her pussy.

  “That’s my Dyson,” chirped Chelita.

  Rome walked over and removed the file from the desk, leaned over toward Regina, and reached for the center drawer. As he opened it the back of his hand brushed against her left breast. “Excuse me.” He slipped the file in the half-open drawer and then closed it. Still leaning across the desk, his face was just inches from hers. “Done.”

  She took his hand, directing it inside her suit and onto her braless breast. “No. We’re not done yet. I think you need to check if I’m okay.”

  He squeezed her breast and tweaked her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  She closed her eyes as a warm sensation trickled throughout her body.

  “It feels okay to me,” he replied.

  She guided his hand out from under her suit. “Well then, I guess we’re done, but since we’re finished so early with the Myers project you can probably help us with our other project.”

  “What project is that?”

  Chelita walked up to him, unbuttoned his shirt, and undid his belt buckle. She reached in his underwear to grab ahold of his lengthy semihard dick. “Oooh! Feels like Precious gained some weight. Nice! I’m surprised you found underwear to even hold this monster.”

  Regina, now standing in front of Rome, waited for the unveiling.

  Chelita slowly rolled his underwear and pants down to his ankles.

  Regina couldn’t believe what sprang forth. It was the biggest, longest, weightiest-looking dick she’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait. Her dream was coming true. “That’s what’s been hangin’in your pants for the last ten months? You’ve been holding out on me, Rome.”

  She got up close to his face and grabbed his dick, slowly slipping it under her skirt, rubbing its bulbous head against her wet, thong-covered pussy. “I think we’re going to have to show you a thing or two about not holding back.” She removed her blazer, slipped out of her skirt, and peeled off her thong, revealing a huge pair of big brown-eyed titties and a cleanly shaven slit.