by JJ Argus
“Excuse me. May I see your pass please?”
The black man in the dark suit was intimidating large and muscular, and his English heavily accented, though clear enough.
“I don’t have one. This is my first day,” she said.
“Come with me, please,” he said.
She followed, annoyed. It wasn’t like it was her fault. Nor was she terribly worried given Rutherford - supposedly - owned the company. The big man didn’t talk much as they got into an elevator.
“You should talk to my boss. He’s the one who sent me down to the stock room,” she said.
He still didn’t talk and she rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest resentfully.
They got off on another floor ad he led her into a spartan looking office with a dull looking wooden desk, some shelves, TV monitors on the walls showing various hallways and doors, and a door leading to a tiny toilet.
“Look, you can call my boss,” she said, giving him the number.
The man nodded and sat down, then picked up the phone. He directed Spirit to a hard-backed wooden chair across from him and she sat, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes again impatiently.
God, this real world was sucking! All their stupid rules and regulations and having to watch what you wore and what you said and everything! She was feeling very sorry for herself, and considering what would happen if she just quit, when the door opened. Instead of her boss, Mr. Edwards, though, David came through.
“This isn’t my fault!” she exclaimed.
He gave her an odd smirk and then closed the door behind him. “I think you did an excellent job in spotting this person, Mr. Uwamba,” he said. “She looks very suspicious to me.”
Spirit rolled her eyes again.
“You know, there have been rumors of someone selling drugs here in the building,” David said, “I wouldn’t doubt it would be someone like this who thought she could move around undetected.”
Spirit stared at him. What the fuck was he talking about!?
“I think you should search her carefully, Mr. Uwamba,” David said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door.
Uwamba rose and gestured for Spirit to stand up. She did, staring at Rutherford, starting to wonder what it was he was playing at.
Uwamba put a big hand around her upper arm and pulled her around to face the wall, then gripped her wrists firmly but gently and put them up against the wall. Spirit felt a sudden sense of breathlessness as he pulled her hips back and toed her ankles apart.
“More,” he said, pulling her back more and spreading her legs further.
“Search her carefully, Mr. Uwamba,” David said from the door.
Uwamba’s big hands started at her collar, slid along her shoulders, then down her back to her hips before sliding around in front of her and traveling up her stomach - to her chest.
She felt a tightness in her belly and a sudden furious churning in her loins as his hands closed on her breasts, and squeezed gently, then repeatedly, mashing them up and then together, fingers probing at the soft, malleable flesh repeatedly before sliding down to her hips again.
Face red, heart pounding, Spirit stared at the wall as the man’s hands slid up her bare legs - utterly pointlessly for a search, then up beneath her skirt! The breath caught in her throat as one of his hands moved around in front of her, cupping her pussy through her little thing, rubbing her, then sliding up and pushing down inside the thin V of fabric.
She felt wide, blunt ringers against her bare sex, and shuddered as a sudden furious flood of heat and excitement warred with embarrassment and discomfort.
“Any sign of drugs?”
“No, boss.”
“Better check more carefully. Sometimes these druggie types hide the drugs inside their bodies, you know.”
Uwamba pulled on her collar, straightening her up.
“Take off clothes,” he ordered.
“What!!?” she gasped.
They were in an office building! People were passing back and forth just the other side of the door!
Uwamba turned her around and began to unbutton her blouse as she stared up at him, gaping, then jerked her head around to stare at David leaning against the door, giving her a smug look.
Fuck, she thought wildly. This is some stupid play acting thing! What were they going to do to her? Were they going to strip her naked?! Was this black giant going to fuck her!?
Did she have a choice!? And if she did - did she want to stop it!?
She blushed furiously as he pulled off her blouse, and she jerked free, undoing her skirt herself, her embarrassment becoming worse as the skirt fell around her ankles and she stepped out of it. Uwamba wasn’t satisfied, though, and insisted she remove her bra. She did, covering her breasts with her arms as he examined it, supposedly for drugs. Then he took her arm again, firmly but not roughly, pulling her aside. He bent her over the desk, then casually slipped his fingers into her thong and yanked it down over her buttocks and down her legs to her feet.
He bent and she stepped out of them, her mind spinning, her pussy throbbing, her heart pounding.
“Spread legs,” Uwamba growled.
He gripped her thighs and yanked them apart, and she gasped as she felt his fingers probe at her sex. He rubbed her and she started to straighten, but a big hand came down between her shoulder blades, pressing her back against the desk so her bare breasts pillowed out beneath her.
“I think she’s getting violent, Mr. Uwamba. You had best take precautions,” David said.
Spirit gasped as her wrists were pulled back together behind her back, then handcuffed together.
A moment later she felt him spreading the lips of her sex, then pushing a big finger inside her.
Her face burned as David looked on, as Uwamba’s finger slid easily through her silky, and now slippery depths, and she gasped as he pushed it all the way in and his knuckles pressed against her bare little mons.
He pulled it out, then slid two into her, turning and twisting them around.
“They might be deeper than that,” David said. “Do you have some sort of tool you can inert that will go all the way to the bottom?”
“Yes,” Uwamba said.
Spirit felt her legs spread wider, then something fat and hard and warm pressed against the mouth of her sex. She gasped and moaned as she felt her sex lips forced in and then slowly, slowly spread wide, then wider, then still wider before what had to be Uwamba’s big black cock pushed into the mouth of her sex.
She’d never had a Black man before, and Spirit was as subject to the fascination of the rumors and cliche's as any other girl in western society. So the fact that the guard pushing his stiff cock into her while David looked on was a Black man made it, for some reason, doubly arousing, doubly nasty, much hotter than it would have otherwise been.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped as the thickness of his cock became apparent and it slowly pushed into her.
“Language like that is against company policy,” Rutherford said.
“F-Fuck y-YOU! Oh!”
She cried out as the big cock thrust suddenly deeper, achingly deep into her belly. David himself had a big cock but this was unquestionably the biggest she’d ever had. It hurt. But it hurt so good!
She felt his big hands on her buttocks, squeezing them apart as he pushed his cock into her. She hissed in pain, her head twisting from side to side as his cock drove deeper than any cock ever had, jamming against what she had always assumed to be the absolute back wall of her pussy. Yet somehow, he continued to cram more cock inside her, until she felt like screaming.
She turned to protest to David, only to find him gone. That jarred her, shocked her. She gasped in sudden alarm, jerking her head left, then right. She was alone with the big Black man! She was completely at his mercy! What was she supposed to do now!?
Holy fuck, she thought frantically.
“Ungggh!” she moaned as his cock slid back, then pushed forward ag
ain.
What the fuck was going on!? Had she been given to this guy as some kind of present!? She felt a wild sense of indignation at the thought. Yet why would the guy who owned the company care about pleasing some security guard type?! No, this was just David humiliating her, showing her what a whore she was!
The man’s hands slid up her back and then grasped her hair, yanking it back so that she cried out. At the same time he thrust into her - hard - and she cried out again.
“Too much noise,” Uwamba said.
He opened a desk of the drawer, pulled out a ball gag, and pulled back on her hair again to force her mouth open just as he shoved the ball gag into it, forcing it through he jaws, then strapping it behind her.
She moaned helplessly, completely at his mercy, she realized, the mercy of a big, Black man she didn’t even know.
His cock was horribly tight inside her, but as he started to move it in and out she loosened up somewhat, at least enough that it didn’t hurt as it moved, and soon after that she felt an incredibly intense rush of sensations as it pushed in and pulled back, the feel of a huge, soft, warm cock moving inside her lower belly, tight enough it would have jerked her in and out had his hands not held her hips.
He fucked her slowly for long minutes, loosening her up, yet at the same time the steady thrusting roused her to an intense level of sexual heat, and she moaned and ground her hips back in helpless need eve as he maintained his steady slow pace.
God! She wanted it harder! Faster! He was driving her insane!
Then her eyes bulged as he gripped her buttocks, and slowly pushed a big thumb into her ass. The heat redoubled and she twisted and jerked on the desk, moaning as the thumb pumped slowly in and out even as he fucked her.
He pulled his thumb back, then his big cock slid free of her. It rubbed up and down along her wet, smooth sex, then penetrated her again, the sensations rushing over her so that she gurgled with heat and sexual fever. He pulled free, rubbed himself against her again, then penetrated her once more, thrusting deep and grinding his hips against her upturned buttocks.
He pulled out altogether, then, leaving her feeling vacant, and opened a drawer.
“Mr. Rutherford, he say, punish for bad language, for not having pass,” Uwamba said.
Spirit blinked dazedly, her own hair half covering her face. She turned her head slightly to see Uwamba holding a short, thin crop or quirt of some sort. Then she jerked and cried out as he swung it down and it cracked softly against her buttocks.
It was quite thin, so the noise was not overly loud, but it stung and made her flinch and jerk against the desk. Another blow followed, then another, then another, slow and measured, just like the way he’d been fucking her. She gasped and moaned and shook her head dazedly, but the quirt continued to snap down across her bottom, turning it a bright red as the stinging pain spread and deepened.
He put the thing down and she felt him spreading her legs again, then that fat cock pressed against her opening and slowly sank into her once again. She shuddered, her hips grinding and twisting as if she could escape. But her pussy soon learned to accommodate it again, and now he picked up the pace, thrusting hard, deep, making her cry out with every stroke, her eyes wide and wild as he rode into her.
The orgasm came screaming down her nervous system, and she twisted and bucked wildly as he continued to ride her. The pleasure flooded her mind, drowning her in hot, dark masochistic bliss, and she gurgled and jerked in spastic release even as he continued to thrust.
And continued, and continued, as she lay across the desk, dazed, saliva drooling out around the ball gag, eyes glassy, moaning. He continued to thrust so that it became terribly uncomfortable on her sensitive pussy, and then that discomfort turned to heat again, rose higher and higher, until she was once again gasping and moaning and rutting back against him. Then another massive orgasm tore through her mind and body.
It seemed to break something free inside her, for even as the ecstasy reached its peak and then spiraled downwards, it rose again, to a lower crest, but still enough to make her writhe and moan in heated passion. Another orgasm exploded upwards, and then another, and another, every half minute, as his giant cock went into overdrive, pounding into her with savage force, tearing her up inside, she thought, though without caring.
He pulled out at last, and she cried out as he gripped her hair, pulling her upright. She staggered, but he caught her arm and turned her as he sat down in the straight-backed wooden chair. He pulled her forward, and she moaned, spreading her rubbery legs around the chair, sinking down onto his lap - onto his cock, gasping helplessly as she felt it push against her and her weight bore her down, impaling her.
Her face burned again having to face him, this huge, black foreign man, but he wasn’t looking into her eyes. He had a big hand on her ass, and another on her back as he mouthed the center of her left breast, sucking hungrily at her hard, pebbly nipple. She whimpered as his big teeth bit into her soft flesh, as he sucked painfully hard, but his tongue stroked wildly and deliciously against her straining pink button, and he jerked on her ass, forcing her up, slapping her ass to instruct her in what he wanted.
She started to ride him, forcing herself up, then shuddering with heat as she sank back down, moaning, gasping, the sexual heat frying her mind, the pressure making her skull feel ready to explode as she rode up and down. His hands gripped her ass, jerking her up and down harder, faster, and she cried out every time he pulled her fully down and his cock impaled her.
One of the fingers of his hands pushed into her ass, then another finger, on the other hand, both of them sliding deep, squeezing, stretching pumping as she rode his big cock. Another orgasm washed over her and she felt herself losing her grip on sanity as her head rolled up and down and her nipples burned and her insides felt churned to mush by his massive prong.
Then he pulled her up higher, so that his cock slipped out of her. He pulled her forward a little, then, guiding his cock, eased her down.
Spirit’s eyes went wide, and she struggled weakly against him, but he pulled her down remorselessly. She shook her head wildly but his cock pushed up against her back opening regardless, and then slowly sank into her.
Spirit cried out as he pulled her down onto his cock. Her legs stiffened, trying to hold herself up, and she tried to convey her anguish with her eyes. But the man was busy sucking and chewing on her breasts and didn’t seem to care. Bit by bit she slid down, his long, fat cock sliding deep into her ass until she ached inside as though she were going to explode.
He raised his feet, propping them on the rungs of another chair across from him. That raised his knees, and he let her fall back across them, her back arching. His hands slid up and down her body, over her breasts, then back. Then a finger went to her clit, rubbing it for the first time.
Spirit shuddered, sinking down deeper onto his cock, unable to maintain her balance now as she lay bowed across his knees. He gripped her hips, riding her up and down, then returned his finger to her clit as he started to thrust up and forward into her tight ass.
He chuckled as he saw her still trying to hold herself up a little. His big hands slid over her breasts, then he caught at her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, and pinched them. He pulled straight up, and she moaned, forcing herself up and back in the direction he wanted, gasping and panting into the gag as he eased her back down and his massive cock pushed up into her belly again.
He pulled her up by the nipples again, then eased her back, then again, forcing her forward this time before lifting her nipples up and back again. Spirit found herself laying back across his knees, gasping, moaning, completely off-balance, yet forced, somehow, to raise herself up each time he pulled her nipples upward.
He pulled her forward again, and his hands slid under her ass as he leaned forward. He stood, with Spirit in his arms, his cock still deep inside her ass, then lay her back on her cuffed arms atop the desk. His hands slid up along her legs to just below the knees as he raised her le
gs up and pushed them back, spreading them wide. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, his cock spearing deep into her belly.
Spirit felt utterly overwhelmed by it all. His heavy hips slammed down into her buttocks as he leaned into her, his thick black cock spearing deep into her quivering, oozing pussy. She shuddered and moaned, then gasped helplessly as he pulled out, dropping her legs abruptly, then flipping her over onto her belly. He gripped her thighs, jerking them up, then apart, and she cried out weakly as his cock pushed into her ass once again.
His hands encircled her waist as he thrust into her, jerking her back to meet every deep stroke, then he gripped her hair, pulling her head up and back, filling his hand with her breast as he thrust even harder before finally, panting a bit himself, slowing down then stopping with his cock deep inside her.
He released her hair, letting her upper body collapse back onto the desk. After a minute, she felt something else pushing into her ass, something almost as fat as his cock, though quite narrow at its tip. It narrowed again so her bottom closed - almost, and she realized it was a large butt-plug. Then the gasping, panting girl felt her wrists unlocked, then the strap was undone and he pulled her head up and back by the hair so he could work the ball gag out.
‘You get dressed now,” he said.
Gasping, she wiped her mouth and pushed herself up off the desk, falling back on the first attempt. He tossed her skirt and blouse onto the table, and Spirit dazedly put on them on.
“M-My bra -- .”
“Confiscated,” he said, showing a lot of white teeth for the first time.
She reached behind her, feeling the round, flat base of the but-plug and he slapped her hand away lightly. “Mister Rutherford, he say keep in.”
Flushing, she buttoned up her blouse, found one of her shoes, which had fallen off, smoothed down her skirt, and went to the door.
Outside, in the corridor, she looked around nervously, her head still spinning. That had been an eye-opening experience, to say the least. And now she was walking slowly up a public hall with a butt-plug up her ass and no panties. Not to mention that her nipples were still swollen from the way he’d been sucking, chewing pinching and pulling them, and stood out quite indelibly against the tight, thin silk top.
