by F H John
Brycort seemed genuinely pleased, which did help me relax a little, but I had a feeling that Bower wouldn’t let it go. If I truly were the first person to ever ‘rock that man’, he wouldn’t forget it. Men like that didn’t enjoy being showed up by young, untrained women. Alpha males never do. I was smart enough to know that much.
“What if he’s mad? What if he tries to get back at me for what I did?”
“I’m still his superior, Naveah. I have your back. Tell us what happened.”
“Well, I went into his office to make the files and he started in on me about how I was dressed. He accused me of trying to set the firm up for a sexual harassment suit.”
Brycort smiled. “But you would never do that, would you, Naveah?” he asked.
“No. And I told him that. Then he suggested to me that I would change my mind when the day came that you wanted me bent over your desk.”
“Go on,” he said. “This is where it starts to get good, boys.”
“Then I demonstrated to him that I would do what I was asked to do,” I said, meekly.
Brycort hopped from the edge of his desk and slid his paperweights and penholder aside. “Show us, Naveah. Give us the full visual.”
“I…”
“Show us. Come over here and bend over on my desk. Get that sweet ass of your perked up for us like a good girl.”
Yep! I’m definitely in over my head.
But that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to do it. I was in the room alone with four good looking and powerful black men. They were telling me to bend over a desk for them. My heart began to chug in my chest as my feet carried me closer to the Mahogony. I walked up to the desk, placed both hands onto it, widening my stance and I laid my upper body onto it. I didn’t know what would happen after that, which was part of the reason I did it. I wanted to see what they would do next.
Brycort walked up behind me and smacked my ass cheeks firmly. “What I tell you, boys. She’s the best new hire we’ve ever had.” He caressed the inner part of my upper thigh, lifting my skirt, placing it onto my back, which exposed my rump to the men.
“Tell us how he reacted when you laid on his desk like this, Naveah. What’d he do and what’d he say?”
“He flipped,” I answered as Brycort continued to pet my ass in front of the others. “He immediately demanded that I stand back up, so I did.”
“And you told him that you would follow any orders that you were given, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you mean it?”
I nodded, looking back at him over my shoulder.
“Any order we give you?”
“Yes,” I said between the poundings of my heart’s beating.
“You like the idea of giving it up for powerful men, don’t you? You like the idea of giving us your pussy if we want it, don’t you, Naveah?” His fingers slid in between my legs and began massaging my mound, sending flashes of a thunderstorm through my lower body. He was right. I did like the idea, but I couldn’t say it. My entire brain was frozen.
“Come on, sweetie. Tell us what you want. Admit to us that you like being a naughty office perk.”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as he slid my panties aside and maneuvered a finger into me. “I do … Shit!”
“Come on up here boys and help me give Mrs. Juniper her reward for stuffing it in Bower’s face.”
Brycort backed away and the other three approached me. Before I could protest, I had three sets of hands enjoying the feel of my ass’s smooth, white skin. Their fingers caressed me and massaged my hungry mound.
“How would you like giving ownership of that lovely twat to the firm? How would you like becoming the office perk—a reward to any employee who deems himself worthy of it? You could become a true motivational tool for this firm, Naveah. Would you like that?”
Images began flashing before my mind. They were images of me bent over many different desks with men standing behind me, feeding themselves into me. My hungry cunt wanted to be fed. I was at a weak point at that moment—helpless to refuse his request because of my need to be a naughty girl—to be fucked right there in that moment.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, someone fuck me, please! Before I explode!”
“Oh, we’re all going to fuck you, Naveah. Know that for a fact, kiddo. But I need to make sure we’re clear first. Your pussy belongs to this firm whenever you’re here. We can do whatever we want with it—with you.”
I nodded as fingers continued to knead the flesh of my mound and fingers threatened to enter me the way I wanted them to.
“Say it.”
“My pussy belongs to the firm. Shit! My pussy is yours. Do whatever you want with it! Just don’t tease me anymore. Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me, please!”
Before my mind can grasp what is happening to me, my legs are grasped in strong hands, my feet are swept from the floor and I am on my back on the desk. Brycort’s hands take my hands and he positions me so that my head is hanging over the edge of the desk. I can’t see what is happening at my lower end because my field of vision is limited to Brycort’s crotch as he unzips his pants. His long black shaft immerges from the depths of his suit pants and without hesitation, he crams it in between my yawning lips, driving himself into my mouth fully—not stopping until I feel the head of his gorgeous black cock ramming against the back of my throat.
I feel the men peeling my legs open. Two of them caress my thighs, while one of them slides his face in between my legs, lapping up the juices flowing from within me. I am overwhelmed with the sensations of four men giving me all of this attention and my hips buck into the face of whoever is licking me. Electricity flows through me as if I were a wire leading from a transformer to an outlet. The sensation of this tongue makes me want black cock more than ever. I want to be filled with it—satiated by it.
Brycort continues to hammer his cock into my throat, sliding it beyond my tonsils and I have to control my urge to gag on him. I don’t want to gag. I love that he’s taking my throat and I can’t help but enjoy the feeling of his thick cock, expanding my throat as it slides deep. I never suck my husband this way, but then again, his cock isn’t so rewarding. I could deep throat him without him every threatening my throat at all and he doesn’t have the balls to make me do anything. He asks. It’s his biggest mistake. It’s why I’m letting these men do these unladylike things to me in the first place. I’m so tired of being treated like a lady. I’m not a lady. I’m a naughty, naughty girl.
I enjoy the feeling of a tongue entering my hole, but I crave more. I want him inside of me, but I can’t say anything with my throat so full of cock. Brycort is leaning over the desk, humping into my head, sliding himself into me fully, barely coming out long enough for me to catch any air at all.
Finally, whomever is licking my cunt, gets bored with it. I feel his face pulling away from me and I can hear his belt as he loosens it. I can’t wait to know how large he is and I’m excited about finding out by feeling it before I see it. He mounts me and shoves it in unapologetically. That’s fine with me. I’m not asking for apologies. Only cock. Big, black, cock. It feels wonderful and he fills me as he fucks himself into my hungry pussy.
His dick goes beyond the regions that I’m used to feeling. To me, it feels like he’s fucking into my gut. That’s the advantage to black cock. When they fuck you, they fuck you deep, but the hurt I feel is a wonderful hurt and I can’t help but to want his dick to hurt me more. I moan into Brycort’s cock and inside I’m thanking him for letting the other partners use me this way. Already, I can feel my first orgasm building within my loins, ready to release any moment.
“God I love company pussy,” I hear as his hips begin to connect with mine. It sounds like Mr. Lewis, the youngest of the partners. His cock feels like heaven and I’m happy to have him in me. “This shit is tight,” he says as he starts to hammer me.
One of the hands holding my leg disappears and I feel disappointment. Half o
f the thrill I’m feeling is the overload of sensory input from being touched by so many men, in so many places. A part of me wishes the number was ten, instead of four. Brycort backs out of my mouth a moment later and another cock slides into my mouth. It’s fatter, but shorter. I don’t mind the way his dick stretches my lips and I’m curious to know what he will feel like when he fucks me. Will my pussy stretch that much?
Lewis continues to fuck me like tomorrow will never arrive and all the while, he’s talking to me, asking me questions that my mind can’t perceive. I can barely handle processing all of the sensations coursing through my body, let alone decrypt my own language. Finally, one of the questions does sift its way into my brain.
“Your husband know you like to fuck niggahs,” he asks me.
The ‘N’ word alarms me. I was taught not to use it but as he refers to himself that way, an orgasm flushes through me. The idea of being fucked by a ‘niggah’ hasn’t dawned on me before, but I like it. Naughty . It’s right down my alley. No, he doesn’t, I answer him in my mind. I can’t say it aloud because I have a meaty black, niggah dick in my mouth, forcing my tongue tight against my bottom plate.
“How’s that niggah dick feel in your white ass pussy?” he questions.
It feels wonderful. I love it.
He lifts my free leg, placing it over his shoulder, which allows him to drive himself into me even further than he was and another orgasm rocks through me.
“What would your daddy think if he could see you now, fucking four niggahs at the same time? Would he be proud of that shit?”
Nope. But daddy ain’t here and he raised himself a naughty little white girl, I think to myself as I enjoy the feeling of them spitting me from each end.
Lewis must have been tapped out. I heard Mr. Grainge telling him to share and the next thing I know, I have a new cock entering me. Lewis immediately walks to my head and the fat cock in my mouth is withdrawn. Lewis jacks his cock over my chin and I eagerly open my mouth so I can taste him when he comes. He shoots and scores. The first squirt lands inside and the steely taste sends waves of naughty fun coursing through me. The rest ends up on different parts of my upside down face, dripping into my hair. At that point, I don’t care. I just love the idea of having his cum, knowing that he must have enjoyed me, rewarded by the outcome.
As soon as he finished cumming, he slid his cock into my mouth just enough for me to drain what was left from him. I did it enthusiastically, as if it was my job. It pretty much was.
“You like this niggah dick, don’t you?” he said. In a way, this strikes me as funny. I’ve listened to this man talk for almost a month and I’ve never heard him use anything resembling a black accent. Apparently, fucking a white girl, brings the black out in him.
“Yes. I love it,” I pant as Grainge works me from the other end.
“You love what?”
“I love these nigger dicks,” I repeat. Using the word nigger both terrifies me and sends a jolt of electricity through me at the same time. “I love these big, black, nigger dicks.”
“Shit, girl! Get some more then! Suck this niggah dick like you mean it. Show me how much you love this shit!”
I do. I take him back into my mouth, wishing I could see his face, but all I can see is the blackness of his skin, his chocolate balls slapping against my eyes as he begins to fuck my mouth again. He takes himself back out of me, making me miss the feeling and sight of his black skin sliding into my mouth from above my eyes.
“Tell me what your husband would do if he found out?”
I shrug. “I don’t care. I need this. I love it. I have to have it.”
“What would you do if he threatened to leave you for it?”
“I’d grab a bag for him to pack, now stop talking and start fucking!”
“Da’amn, girl. You is nasty ain’t you? You a nasty white girl!”
I smile and nod. He’s got my number and I don’t care.
Without warning, the boys take me by the hair. It’s time to move on I guess. Grainge pulls me up from the desk, bringing me to the floor, where he pushes me onto my knees. He takes me by the hair and begins using my mouth, driving himself deep.
“Keep that mouth wide open, girl. Let me get it nice and sloppy.”
I do what he says, opening my mouth wide for him and as he continues to work his hips like a piston, slobber starts oozing from my jaw, dribbling down my chin. I know I’m making a mess, but this doesn’t seem to bother him at all. The more I slobber, the faster he goes. His cock is long and slender, like a snake and my wide-open mouth is his snake hole. I give him as much room as I can.
The other guys just stand around me, jerking themselves so they don’t lose their erections. I decide to help them out by reaching to my sides and grabbing the two I can reach. One belongs to Brycort and the other to Lewis. I form holes with my fists and start stroking them. I guess, in a way, I’m letting them use three of my holes at once and I wonder if I can do the same with my three real holes. I hope to try.
Brycort must have been tired of sharing me, because he takes me by the hair, Grainge backs off and lets his boss have control of me. I turn my head just in time to have my boss’s cock shoved in, leaving my mouth wide open as I did with Grainge. I search with my free hand, hoping to find another pole to grab onto and one is quickly presented to me. It’s different from the others—a new cock for me to stroke. It must belong to Darvis Trink. It feels nice in my hands, but is probably only the size of a more average black cock. That’s okay. I like them for their color as much as I do for their size and I stroke it with as much care as I do the other.
Brycort brings me back up. I know he’s turned on and probably tired of waiting. He’s impatient that way. He loves to fuck my pussy more than anything. He lays my upper body flat onto his desk, the way the whole thing started and slams himself home. I groan out. His cock feels lovely inside of me. He brings himself to climax quick, leaving his load in my box. He always does. He says he wants to breed me, even though he knows I’m protected. Somehow, the word breed makes my pussy tingle and I don’t complain.
The others start taking turns on me, fucking me with a frenzied pace and I lose count of how many orgasms I have as they ravish my body, filling my love canal with black dick after black dick. They fuck me and then make me suck my juices from their lovely ebony tools. My blouse is soaked with my own slobber and a distant part of my brain worries about the state I will be in when I do finally go home. Worrying will do me no good. I know that. Even if I tell them to stop, they won’t. They’re into it and stopping isn’t an option. Not until they’re done with me.
I think they were on their third or fourth round with me, when Lewis pauses. He starts to slide his cock into my pussy, but stops after only a few inches. He pulls it back out and lifts it higher.
“What about this sweet ass? Does this belong to the firm too?”
The size of his cock scares the shit out of me. I’ve tried anal before. Not with my husband, but with a customer from the bar. The other guy wasn’t as big as Lewis and I could barely take him, but I want to please my associates. I want my body to belong to them and I want them to be happy with my performance. Will I get a performance review, I wonder with a smile in my mind. I don’t know, but if I do, I want a five-star rating.
I nod and try to relax my back end. I know it will probably hurt but the idea of taking him into my ass sends a chill, tickling down my spine. I hear him spitting to lube himself up. He does it more than once and before I know it, his cock is knocking at my anal doorway. The head of his cock barges in, like a bruiser collecting rent and I squirm. I don’t want to, but I can’t help it. It hurts like a son-of-a-whore.
“You all right?” he asks.
“Yeah. I think so. Keep trying. I’m okay.”
“Good, girl,” he encourages and he goes in for another try, lubing himself once again, to try to make it easier.
It’s not easier, but it goes. I let my muscles go limp and I feel him barging a
gain. This time I take him more fully and he begins to fuck my ass slowly, as if he cares. I know he doesn’t but I don’t really want him to. If I wanted a gentle fuck, I’d ask my husband for it.
He’s anything but gentle with me. The more used to him I become, the faster he goes, sending fireworks ricocheting through my body. I can feel them inside of me, little explosions going off on one side of my body, soaring to the other. My insides are like the fourth of July, but before I can explode into my first anal orgasm ever, Lewis drags me from the desk again and shoves his dirty cock into my mouth.
The idea of tasting my own ass is revolting at first and I try desperately to spit his dick from my mouth, but he won’t let me. “Taste that shit, girl. Taste that ass like a good little nasty girl.”
It wasn’t as if I had a choice. He had his hands gripping my head and his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. Once I got used to it, I realize it isn’t so bad and I stop fighting him. I guess I really am a nasty girl.
The boys take turns on me anally and each of them makes me take a taste of my ass from their dick. I guess they like the idea of having me do that, because it feels like their dicks are harder than before. Five-star performances take five-star behavior. In order to get one, you have to go the extra mile. I think I went two miles. At least it felt like I did.
They leave me crumpled on the floor when they’re finished with me. I know how to let myself out and the security guard is responsible for locking up, so I’m in no hurry as they leave to enjoy a few drinks at the bar before they go home to their wives.
I do think about trying to hurry, but I know I’m a mess and I know my husband will be eagerly waiting for me when I get home. I have no idea how I will explain myself. I told my lawyers that I didn’t care how he would react, but I know he loves me and even though I know I will keep being the office perk, I still dread seeing the disappointment in my husband’s eyes when he sees me covered in my own dried slobber and the cum of four black partners. A sick part of my brain considers telling him I was raped on the way home, but I know I could never bring myself to do that.
