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The company’s greatest asset

Chapter 2 of 4                                  5/17/06

The next morning Cassie starts reviewing the employee roster and narrows down a list of potential employees to help her out on her plan.  She knows that if orders increase production will follow and without capital they will not be able to pay for the extra hours.  Catch-22.  With her list in hand Cassie walks through the plant talking to the men on the list and refining it further.  She has decided if at all possible she would give preferential treatment to the black men.  After several hours she is sure of who is who and picks who she thinks is sort of the leader of the pack.  Her list complete, she feels sure that things will come together at anytime.

Cassie decides to take the afternoon off and ready herself to visit Leon’s metal shop at about closing.  At home she tries on different outfits and looks at herself in the mirror before deciding what she will keep and what she wants to put away.  Drinking wine while doing this seems to make her choices more and more revealing. 

While trying on a short tight dress she thinks of Bobby and what he said he likes about his women.  Without any further thought she pulls her thong off and says out loud, “If Bobby wants to see this, then I hope all black men do.”  Cassie immediately notices the feeling of the cool air on her wet pussy and it only stimulates her more.

She decides on a loose, white, silk dress that wraps around her and ties on the side.  Now with her heels on and her hands on her hips, she admires herself in the mirror but decides not to touch herself for fear of not going at all.  Her nipples are slightly visible, the dress fairly short, that combined with the wine she knows will prove to be fun.

Leon’s place is mostly empty when she arrives.  Traffic was worse than expected and she is 20 minutes later than she wished.  2 men are sweeping as she enters and asks for Leon.  The men stare as though she is naked and finally point towards the office.

Smiling she walks towards the office knowing the guys are staring at her ass and finds Leon washing his hands.  Cassie touches his back, startling him.  He grins ear to ear looking her up and down while drying his hands.  “Damn you look good.”  Cassie blushes and replies, “Thank you.  I hoped you would like this.”  He points towards his office and she leads the way.  The guys in the shop watch in disbelief as this beauty enters his office. 

Cassie sits in her chair while Leon walks around the desk to sit down.  Leon has a cold beer in his hand and is just staring at her.  She speaks up asking, “Is this sexy enough?”  Smiling hugely Leon shakes his head and says, “You are just stunning!  I would really love it if you would model it for me.”  Cassie is not completely sure what he means but uncrosses her legs and stands up, causing him to gasp.  She struts around like a model and lets her dress swing enough to flash him now and then.  While moving around she asks about reducing her cost a little more.

In a playful voice she turns and asks, “What now?”  That’s when she sees that he has pulled his dick out and is rubbing it.  Smiling she ask, “That’s not fair.  I have to wait until I get home.”  He opens his pants up completely and lets them drop to the floor, completely exposing himself to her.  Speechless, she stares at longest cock she has ever seen.  She looks down and sees that his balls are also huge and says slowly, “Oh my, you are quite the stud aren’t you?”

He rolls his chair to the side of the desk giving them both a better view.  Cassie tries to stay in character and dances seductively for him.  Untying her dress she playfully dances while letting him have glances at her naked body.  With her dress completely open she reaches down and slowly strokes herself for him.  “I think I will join you if you don’t mind.” She says, sexily and sits back into her chair and puts one foot up onto the desk. 

Her pussy exposed and open she fingers herself for his viewing pleasure.  An orgasm runs through her suddenly causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy.  When she comes down, she looks back to Leon and sees that he has walked over to her side and is still stroking himself while watching.

His cock is just inches from her face now and it mesmerizes her with its size.  She stares while lovingly reaching out for its giant set of balls.  Her hand no sooner lifts his balls when his cock erupts in her face.  He continues to pump lewdly at her face as streams of cum spatter her hair and face.  Cassie had never seen so much cum and he makes a huge mess all over her.

Cum runs down her face onto her breast as Leon continues to stand next to her with his still erect cock just sticking out pointing at her.  A large gob of cum builds on the head and is ready to drip when she brings her mouth over and sucks it from its head.  This causes Leon to step closer and Cassie runs her face down the underside of his cock to lick his balls.  His cock now extends completely over her face as she gently sucks his balls.

Cassie realizes that she must regain control and sucks her way back up to its head and sucks it clean again.  Leon smiles as she says, “I hope you don’t mind me sucking on your cock.  I did not even think to ask.”  Leon leans forward causing his cock to press against her lips again.  Smiling brightly her mouth opens letting Leon push it inside.

Leon begins to soften as he pulls it from her mouth and steps back to see his work.  Wobbly Cassie stands up and takes hold of his cock saying, “You are really well hung mister.”  After that she walks to the door, her dress still open and licks her lips while turning to say, “Next time you need a model, call me.”  He watches closely as she walks to her car with her dress still open and cum all over her.

John is home when she arrives.  Walking in from the garage she can see in the mirror that cum is dried all over her.  She walks in to find John watching TV and he stands quickly thinking she has been raped.  Cassie calms his fears and says, “Leon got a little excited and came all over me.”  John asks, “All this cum came from him?”  Shaking her head Cassie cooed back at him, “He has the biggest set on him I have ever seen.  I loved watching him cum.”

His fear turns to passion on the living room floor as he kisses her deeply and mounts her from the rear while she whispers every sticky detail. 

In the morning she hears John ready himself and leave without even kissing her.  Cassie rolls over and touches her wet pussy and begins to fantasize about Leon’s equipment.  After a quick orgasm she retrieves her basket of toys from the closet and brings herself off several more times while thinking of his cock deep inside her.  While resting in between orgasms she starts thinking of using something closer to Leon’s actual size, to see what it would actually feel like.

Searching her toy basket she giggles at how many toys she actually has but still does not see what she wants.  She considers a pool cue but even half is too big to play with passionately.  The food in the kitchen is close but still doesn’t quite get where she wants to go.  In the garage it suddenly dawns on her that she has seen exactly what she wants.  Retrieving her keys she opens the trunk of her car and finds her long, black, metal flashlight. 

“It’s even black.”  She says out loud to herself making herself giggle.  Holding this up to her stomach she knows it holds 6-D cells and is about the proper thickness.  Cassie washes it gently in the bathroom before standing in front of the mirror and putting the end in her mouth.  The flashlight makes a suction noise when she pulls it from her mouth and she says, “Yes, I think that’s about right.”

Quickly she finds herself on the bedroom floor on her knees with the flashlight behind her and the handle rubbing the entrance to her pussy.  Slowly it works its way deeper and deeper until after the third climax she slows to see that it is only about 1/3 inside.  Holding the flashlight between her ankles she begins to fuck it with more passion and brings herself to several intense orgasms as it touches places where nothing ever has.

In a moment of determined passion Cassie puts her weight onto the flashlight driving it all the way against her cervix.  She falls backwards and onto her back while still impaled on the light.  Several hours go by until she awakens with the light still stuck inside her.  Slowly she pulls the flashlight from herself accidentally turning it on in the process.  “This would be quite an idea for a commercial.” She thinks to herself jokingly.  “The only flashlight that can be turned on while turning yourself on.”

Since its Friday Cassie decides to dress a little more casual and wears a short pair of terry cloth shorts with a little zip up terry cloth top and sneakers.  At work she finds her employee leader of the pack, working in shipping and receiving.  She watches him from a distance, admiring his body before walking over to talk.  Standing a little closer than normal she nicely asks Tony, “Will you take me to Leon’s metal to pick up a load of brackets?”  Tony is somewhat surprised at her request and by how close she is but shakes his head yes.

Cassie smiles at him flirtingly while going back to her office for her purse.  She knows his eyes are locked on her ass and walks just for him.  When she returns, Tony is ready and walks with her out to the truck and opens the door for her.  Stepping up into the truck she leans against him while climbing in. 

The ride over is quiet while Tony is obviously unsure.  When they arrive Cassie tells him that she will be in Leon’s office when he finishes getting loaded.  Tony watches the guys as they begin to load his truck.  Cassie walks over to where Leon is working on a machine that is obviously broken.  He is surprised to see her and apologizes for not being able to shake her hand.  Cassie laughs at what he has said and replies, “I thought we were past shaking hands.”

Her hand touches his crotch, and then she turns and walks towards his office.  He follows while wiping his greasy hands quickly onto a rag.  Leon is a little unsure as they walk into the office and says, “I’ve got the paper work right here on this shipment.”  He reaches onto his desk and picks up the papers before turning to Cassie.  Cassie is on her knees in front of him which catches him by surprise.  Looking up at him wantonly she ask, “Could I persuade you in some way to give me a little more of a discount?”

Leon looks down at her smiling and replies, “Let me wash my hands.”  Cassie begins pulling his pants down and says, “You won’t need to use your hands.”

He leans back against the desk as his pants hit the floor.  His cock now free Cassie takes it into her mouth without using her hands and begins to suck him slowly and deeply.  She does this until she is sure that others are watching from the doorway before picking up her tempo and really face fucking herself.  When she is sure he is ready to cum she slows to allow him to fuck her mouth and throat as he wishes.  He humps her mouth furiously and then dumps his huge load into her mouth.  When he leans back against the desk again she goes back to work and lovingly sucks him clean.

When all is finished she pulls his pants up and neatly puts his cock away before thanking him and taking her paper work.  Tony is in the doorway with about 4 others as she walks up to him and places her hand on his chest saying, “We’ll talk about this later.”

She walks past him and he follows her to the truck.  On the ride back Tony is quiet when Cassie tells him, “I need you to do me a big favor.”  Tony just looks at her blankly and she continues, “I need you to convince some of the other employees to help do me a favor and put in a little extra time for free.  I know that sounds bad but the company is in real trouble and we will need to put in some extra labor to save it.  It won’t be forever and I will try and make it up to the guys the best I can.”  Tony looks back and asks, “Why me?”  Cassie smiles and answers, “I did a little checking and found that you are the captain and anchor bowler on your team.  You are the coach and cleanup hitter on your softball team.  The guys all speak highly of you and respect what you say and do.  And last but not least the guys all say that you quite the hound with the ladies.”

Tony smiles and maybe even blushed before asking, “What do I get out of this?”   Cassie grins at him and replies, “The only thing I have right now to offer is myself.  Would you help me out if I can please you in some way?”  She slowly unzips her top while saying, “I was hoping that you might want me to pleasure you in some way.”  Her top is open when he pulls into the parking lot.  He stops and looks at her breasts and sits there thinking about her offer.  She hands him a list of potential employees and says, “I was thinking that these guys may be able to help but if you need to change the list it will be ok.”  Tony reads down the list and comments, “All these guys are black.”  Cassie smiles at him and says, “I really prefer my men black.”  Tony gets a devious grin and says, “I’ll do it but it’ll cost you.”

He reaches over and grabs a tit roughly and pinches her nipple causing her to close her eyes in pleasure.  Seeing this he says, “I get a lot of pussy but you’re going to do the things that nice women won’t do.”  Somewhat surprised, Cassie exits the truck and watches him back in.

While Tony went about unloading the truck Cassie went to her office to catch her breath.  She is thinking of calling Bobby when he calls her.  He tells her that he has scheduled a sales meeting tomorrow afternoon and ask if she could please be there just in case anything hard pops up.  They both laugh and she agrees to be there for him and ask him if she should wear anything in particular.  He chuckles and tells her to wear a short skirt, blouse and those high heel shoes.

Cassie leaves early to buy an outfit for the next day and is home when John arrives.  She is nude in front of the mirror wearing only high heels and pink fishnet stockings when John walks in and says, “Damn, I hope this is for me.”  He wraps his arms around her but she pushes him back saying, “You could have fucked me 3-times a day since we met but you chose to only do it maybe once a month.  Now when I’m suddenly getting some male attention you are in the mood?”  She stops and looks at him and apologizes saying, “I didn’t mean to hurt you but if I am to pull this off everything needs to be just right.  When this is all straightened out again maybe you will still be in the mood.”

John watches as she walks away and tries on different blouses.

That night John tries to have sex with her but she convinces him to settle for a quick hand job and falls right to sleep.  The next day Cassie is excited as she readies herself and inspects herself in the mirror.  John watches and enjoys what she is trying to achieve.  When she is finished, she is wearing a short tight white skirt, thin shear pink blouse that hides the nipples behind pockets, spiked heels, pink fishnet stockings, long dangly ear rings and a fancy matching necklace.  Johns mouth waters as this beauty stands before him and he longs to be a part of what’s happening.  He vows to Cassie and the world that when this is over, he will be a different man.

Cassie is pleasantly surprised to find out that it does not take as long to drive to Bobby’s on the weekend and makes good time.  When she walks into the conference room all eyes are glued to her as the men undress her in their minds.

For the first 30-minutes of the meeting she was nothing but fresh meat.  As the meeting went on the men found her to be intelligent about her product and had good marketing ideas.  After 3-hours Cassie paused to look around the room and found the men talking amongst themselves about her product.  Everyone seemed onboard to sell and market her product.

Bobby stands up and invites the meeting out for dinner or drinks and herds all who will come, out the door and to the same bar and grill as before.  Everyone has a good meal and drinks while talking business.  After dinner the family types leave and the remaining men want to go to the gentlemen’s club across the street.  Cassie had not even noticed this little dive before and the guys talk her into going with them.

The guys pay $10.00 each to enter and the doorman lets Cassie in free.  The 20 or so guys all sit in the same area and Cassie sits in the middle of them.  The girls in the club avoid them she guesses because of her and she excuses herself to use the restroom.  When she exits the restroom she stands by the railing looking towards the guys and can see 10 or so girls have converged on them and she watches them enjoy the girl’s attention. 

The guys get lap dances and table dances while paying the girls.  A young man approaches Cassie from the side and asks, “I think you’re beautiful.  Will you come sit with us?”  Cassie laughs and replies, “I’m not a stripper.  I don’t even work here.”  The young man is persistent and says, “We don’t care.” Cassie smiles at him and says that she is here with that large group of men and that maybe some other time. 

The young man heads back to his table and she sees the other guys immediately humiliate him for not succeeding.  Feeling sorry for him Cassie takes a business card and writes on the back of it while walking to the young mans table.  To the surprise of the other guys she lays her hand on his shoulder and hands him the card quietly.  As she walks back to her group she hears one of them read the card out loud, “Call me for a good time baby!”

The guys all hoot and holler as an obvious group of young military men.  This causes Cassie to smile as she rejoins her group.  The guys buy her several drinks and even have her lap danced several times.  One of the girls notices that she has no panties and intentionally licks her pussy to everyone’s delight.

One of the guys comes back from the VIP section and remarks about his $100 blow job while the others clap.  Bobby speaks up at this point and says, “The best blow jobs are free.” The others applaud and Bobby tells everyone that we should finish this party at the office.

 

Most everyone goes back to the office and is milling around when Bobby turns on some slow sexy music.  Someone says, “I want to see Cassie dance.” The guys all hoot and holler as she tries in vain to dissuade them.  She gives in and raises her arms in the air and begins to dance seductively to the music.  The guys all find seats and are good by not grabbing at her.  As the music goes on she dances for each man before selecting someone in a chair for a lap dance.  She gyrates in this mans lap grinding against his bulge until she realizes that she is trying to get herself off.

She starts dancing a little more seductively and doing the stripper moves from the club.  Before she knows what she has done she is bent over in front of the men showing them her bare ass and pussy.  Touching herself she shows the men her secret places and inserts fingers for them.

Someone slaps $20 on the table and says, “Let’s do this right, guys!” The men all slap bills of various sizes on the table and someone says, “Take it off baby.”  Cassie acts shy and replies, “I am not wearing very much.”  The guys all say different things to get her to disrobe and finally she starts dancing seductively while unbuttoning her blouse.  When it is unbuttoned completely she starts removing the skirt and before long is dancing only in an unbuttoned blouse and high heels.

Sitting on a mans lap she can feel his bulge press against her and brings a tit to his mouth.  He sucks roughly while hands gently remove her blouse.  When he releases her tit she dances away showing the men what they wanted to see.  Dancing up to another man she teases him with her boobs before getting in his lap.  Suddenly she realizes that his dick is exposed as she grinds against him.  Looking down she can see his black cock in between them and easily rises up and inserts him into her.  Several orgasms rack her body before she notices hands all over her.  The man inside her has came and some one helps her up and over to the couch.

In a complete daze Cassie can see cocks everywhere.  The men bring them to her face and she sucks anyone close.  Man after man uses her pussy while she is lost in orgasm.  It’s not long before the cocks in her mouth taste of her pussy and she knows that the men are going to enjoy her several times. 

Some of the guys are quite rough while others gentle.  She does her best to make sure everyone has been pleasured to the best of her ability.  Hours have gone by and countless orgasms when Cassie awakens on the floor.  Opening one eye she can see she is on the conference room floor and sunlight is coming in the windows.

Becoming aware of her surroundings she finds she is on her knees bent over a pile of pillows with her face on the floor.  She can feel the familiar pleasant feeling of a cock in her pussy as someone fucks her slow and gently.  Cassie flexes her pussy for him and wiggles her ass before looking back to find Bobby is the one being so gentle. 

The others had left and Bobby thought he would use her pussy again.  This giant of a black man looked disgusting with his fat rolls but Cassie smiled to him and said, “I love to wake up being fucked.  How many times have you fucked me tonight?”  Bobby grinned at her and answers, “Only twice.  You’re completely full of cum though. Every guy here used your pussy several times.”

Cassie lets him fuck at his own pace and when he slows she asks nicely, “If you’re tired I’ll finish that for you.”  Bobby pulls from her sloppy, well used cunt, leaving it gapping open in a lewd fashion and lies back onto the floor.  A little wobbly, Cassie crawls upon him and has to push his stomach back to mount his cock.  Cum runs down her leg before she gets his cock in but once it is inside she rides him until he unloads in her pussy again. 

She collapses onto him and lays there for some time before getting up.  As she stands and starts to find her things she can feel cum dripping from her open pussy.  Reaching down and covering her pussy she says, “I’m sorry.  I seem to be dripping sperm everywhere.”  Bobby still lying on the floor laughs and says, “I’m surprised you aren’t making sloshing noises as you walk.”  Cassie laughs at this and finally just sits back into a chair holding her pussy.

Once dressed Bobby gathers all of Cassie’s stuff and helps her to her car.  He moves the drivers seat all the way back and then this massive guy squeezes into the drivers seat.  He drives her home, in her car while she sleeps, still nude next to him, wearing only her stockings and heels.  When he is close to home she gives him a few directions and they soon pull into her garage.  She keeps waiting for John to come running out to see why she did not come home but he does not.

This surprises her and Bobby helps her from the car.  Still nude he picks her up and carries her into the house.  Cassie clings to him and hears John’s voice ask Bobby if she’s alright.  Bobby lays her down gently on the couch and removes her heels while John covers her with a blanket.  Warm and snug she listens to the men talk as if they are old friends.  It becomes obvious that Bobby had called John last night to tell him she would not be home and not to worry.  As the men talk she is surprised how open John is about having strange men fuck her.

Bobby tells John all about the evening and how seductive she was.  John listens and then asks, “Everyone used condoms didn’t they?”  Bobby laughed at him and responded, “I fucked her twice and last.  I can tell you bluntly that she is absolutely full of semen.  She was a great fuck.”  John sounds alarmed saying, “She’s not on birth control.  I’m not potent and she does not need birth control with me.”

Suddenly John touches Cassie shaking her lightly saying, “Cassie. Cassie we need to get you in the bathroom and clean you out.” Cassie opens one eye and lies back on the couch.  John continues trying to wake her saying, “Cassie you have a lot of sperm in you and you are not on birth control.  We need to clean you out so you don’t get pregnant.”  Cassie pushes him back lightly and curls back up saying sleepily, “It’s my sperm.  They gave it to me and it feels great where it is.  I want to have a baby.”

John is taken back by this as Bobby laughs.  She hears Bobby tell John that he thinks a little black baby might look good in your family.  John seems to lighten up a little and jokes with Bobby.  Her husband tells Bobby that he would love to see his wife act like she did the night before and that maybe he could have the next sales meeting at his house.  Bobby does not commit to anything but tells him that if she is ever unable to drive home that she can sleep at his house.  John laughs and says, “She won’t get any sleep if you just keep fucking her.”

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Out of the corner of his eye he continued to look at her and for perhaps the hundredth time since the start of the school year he mentally undressed her. There was just something about her that set his blood to pumping and today was no different. Maybe it was because she didn't dress like the other teachers. Not that he didn't appreciate and find it highly arousing that the others wore blouses who's buttons threatened to pop open and skirts that were not only short but in several cases looked as if they had been painted on. Whether Mrs. Reynolds manner of dress was like a steak to a man accustomed to hamburgers or his own sense of what a proper woman should dress like he wasn't certain. All he knew was that he highly approved of and found her stylish clothes stimulating to his old libido.

He especially liked the dress she was wearing today. Not that her usual wrap around or other knee length dresses such as her silk and chiffon ones, that if not for their lining would be transparent, didn't twitch his baby maker he mumbled. As he continued to watch her out of the corner of his eyes he mentally unfastened one after the other of the buttons running the length of her shirt dress. A lecherous grin curled his lips as in his minds eye he slowly parted the thin material of her dress after loosening the last button. He had little doubt that if such ever happened his old eyes would feast on a truly hot body.

For a second he froze as her head rose and she looked right at him. A far away look clouded her eyes. A look as if to say she was somewhere other then here grading papers for ungrateful shit-heads who would never amount to anything. Maybe she's thinking about a long luxurious bubble bath before slipping into a sexy little babydoll, or perhaps a flyaway nightgown so sheer as to non existent he thought. God damn he muttered if he was ever so lucky as to have her do something like that for him he'd keep her in bed for a week.

As he continued to look at her a smile touched her sensual lips as if confirming his thoughts then slowly she lowered her head and wrote something on one of the papers. Damn, she must really have her mind elsewhere he silently muttered. She done looked right at this ol' nigga and didn't see me. Sure do wish she be thinking bout me like dat he snickered. Slowly making his way closer to her desk he stood before her for a moment then lightly coughed to get her attention. He almost laughed as together with her head snapping up to look at him she almost jumped from her chair.

Together with her hand flying to her heaving bosom as if to still a pounding heart she nervously giggled you scared me half to death Mr. Weathers. For a second they looked at each other and then like a school girl caught cheating on an exam she started talking a mile a minute. "I thought I'd stay and grade papers instead of going home to an empty house. It's so depressing being alone in that big old house his parents gave us when they moved to that retirement community." For a moment she paused. Then as if reading his thoughts as to why she would be alone she mumbled that her husband was on a business trip and wasn't due to return till sometime late tonight.

Continuing in the same vein she explained that Nathan had been away for nearly a week and that she was looking forward to his returning home. Then nervously shuffling some papers she softly asked if there was something he wanted. "Yes em Ms. Reynolds I done already cleaned da rest of yo classroom but now I has to get under your desk. Ain't cleaned dar in a while and dar probably be a lot of dust under dar. Won't take long an I'll try not to bother you." Then without waiting for her reply he knelt down and moved beneath her desk. As Kareem slipped from sight she turned back to the papers cluttering her desk.

Why did I explain myself to him she wondered. He's just a janitor he doesn't need to know why I'm still here. If I wanted to stay here in my classroom all night it was none of his business. Then shaking her head she picked up her marker and continued with her task. Beneath her desk, but unknown to her, Kareem tried to peer beneath her dress. But despite the five or so inch slit in her dress before the first button he was unable to. Slowly he reached out and cautiously and over what seemed like an eternity undid first one and then two more buttons of her dress.

With each successive loosening of a button her dress fell to either side of her slightly parted shapely legs. Once again lowering his head he found to his delight that he had an excellent though constricted view of her shapely legs to mid thigh. For untold minutes he neither moved or breathed as he took in the sight before him. His mind raced with visions of her open and inviting before him. Lurid explicit images of her worshiping his nine inch thick veined dark cock filled his mind. When after long minutes she showed no reaction to her dress falling to either side of her shapely legs he lightly brushed her left pump.

Obediently in response to his touch her foot moved thus opening her legs wider. Another light touch a moment later to her right pump and her knees were a good foot apart giving him an unhampered and clear view of her panties. For a fleeting moment he felt a pang of disappointment upon discovering that instead of frilly little lace panties as he had expected she was instead wearing plain old white cotton one. Well dat going to sure nuff going to change once I gives her a taste of a real man he silently muttered Licking his thick lips he stifled a lust filled moan as he reached out. Feather like he touched her knee then ever so slowly and lightly moved higher. In response to his feather like touch and hot breath on her leg she squirmed slightly and her legs opened even wider.

"Sure be dirty under here missy but don't you worry none cause I gonna clean it good for you" Her only response was a soft mummer as she again squirmed in her seat. Lightly his fingers glided ever higher up her shapely legs and as they did he moved his head between them until unbelievingly and to his delight his nose was less then two inches from her. Breathing deeply he inhaled her scent and then nano seconds before pressing his face to her plain white cotton panties he snickered damn Mrs. Reynolds your pussy sure do smell nice.

As if struck by lightening she suddenly realized that what she had been fantasizing was anything but. Pushing backwards from her desk she looked down at the nappy dark head between her widely splayed legs. "Mr. Weathers ---- what ---- what ---- do you think your doing. Oh God stop. Please stop." For a second he didn't answer as like a dog lapping at water his tongue lathered her aroma rich panties. Then together with his fingers tightening on her thighs to keep her legs from snapping shut his lifted his face and looked deeply into her stunned and startled eyes. "Why I's cleaning of course Mrs. R." Then as if to emphasize his statement he again lowered his head and pressed his thick tongue into her slightly moistened panties.

Despite her shock at his assumptive behavior as well as his bold statement a soft pleasurable moan escaped her lips as his tongue lapped and stabbed at her panties. "Noooooo. Stop! Please stop Mr. Weathers ---- Kareem. Oh God stop please stttooppppp. My husbaannnnndd" But even as her soft pleas touched the silence of the room her head lolled back and another louder moan escaped her lips as unbidden her hands fell atop her assailants head. Together with her fingers pushing into his tight kinky curls her pert buttocks jerked upwards from her chair pressing her treasure to Kareem's tongue. A soft chuckle came from between her legs as time and again and repeatedly the negro's thick tongue pressed her panties into her crack.

For an eternity Kareem knelt there with his face buried between her splayed legs. Then together with relaxing his hold on her squirming hips his head rose slightly and he began to fumble with the silver concho belt about her slim waist. Hardly had the heavy silver belt fallen useless to the seat behind her then his large dark hands gripped the hem of her dress and pulled. A sound as if that of a string of fire crackers going off filled the room as the few remaining buttons of her dress popped away and ricochet across the room. She tried to close her legs, tried to pull her fingers from his tight curls of his nappy hair and cover her near nudity but neither would cooperate. She could fell his fingers dancing over her flat abdomen up along her ribs and then a choked gasping sob spilled from her lips as his dark hands closed over her bra covered pert breast.

Mixed distorted thoughts flooded her brain. Thoughts of her husband and his love for her, of Mr. Weathers hands groping her, squeezing her swirled about her. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw to keep from going under her mind fixed on her nine month marriage. But whatever hope the thought might of held died as Kareem's head once more fell between her legs and his tongue stabbed at her panty covered treasure. Faint whimpering pleas for Kareem to stop issued from her trembling lips even as unable to control her actions her loins jerked and quivered in time to the tongue licking and stabbing against her panties. Her chest heaved and her breath came in choked gasping sobs as wave after wave of unfathomable pleasure washed over her.

Not until she felt his fingers in the waistband of her full cotton panties did she realize that his hands had left her pert bra covered breast. Unbidden and with an unfathomable desire to help him her tight well shaped buttocks rose from her chair even as her hips continued to dance and push toward the thick tongue giving her pleasure. A soulful whimper of no please no hissed from her lips as his tongue left her and a heartbeat later his heavy hands tugged her white cotton panties from about her waist and pushed them down her legs. Obediently her right leg rose to assist him in removing her panties in answer to the command flashed to it by her brain. But before her left foot could obey the same command Kareem had risen from the floor and was leaning over her.

With his dark smiling face centimeters from hers he chuckled don't you be worrying none Mrs. Reynolds, this old nigger ain't going to be stopping. Least ways not till you've done pleasured my black baby maker seven ways from Sunday. Then closing the final little distance between them his thick lips smothered hers. At the same time his lips covered hers his left hand wormed beneath then pushed her full maiden-form bra above her perky breast while his right dropped between her legs. Like the tendrils of a giant squid exploring the food it had just captured the fingers of his two hands not only fluttered over her pussy lips but also pinched and tugged at her nipples.

For immeasurable minutes his tongue lapped and stabbed at her unresponsive lips then as if she were an inexperienced teenager kissing her first boy her lips parted slightly. At first experimentally then harder her lips ground against his then a micro second later her tongue darted out to parry then entwine with his. Even as her mind screamed the sinfulness of her response to a man of a race she had always thought inferior whimpering pleasurable moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth. To her addled brian it felt as if a faucet had been turned on between her legs though she knew that wasn't possible. Yet there was no denying the arousal washing over her from the negro's manipulations.

Suddenly his lips left hers and she was left gasping as if hyperventilating. From somewhere far off she heard a voice, but the mad thumping of her heart and the raging river roaring through her veins all but made it indecipherable. Not until long minutes had passed did she realize that his lips had left hers and that he was talking to her. Then and only then was she able to grasp the full meaning of the words.

"Does you likes what I's doing Mrs. Reynolds? Does you likes dis nigga eating your snatch and playing with your little titties? Well does you?" To ashamed to answer she simply nodded but that wasn't the response Kareem wanted. Leaning back against her desk he snickered I can't hear you Mrs. Reynolds. But again her only response was a nodding of her head. Feigning disgust he grunted if'n you won't tell me what you's wants then this ol nigga might as well leave. As he strongly suspected she would do she reached out and closed her delicate fingers on his thick wrist halting his movement.

Turning to her he looked down into her glazed eyes without saying a word. Though his blood was racing and he wanted desperately to fall atop her, squash her beneath his 270 pounds he simply stood there looking at her. Her soft answer broadened his smile but still he didn't move yet unconsciously his big hand dropped to his crotch and hefted his burgeoning cock. "Yes? Yes what Mrs. Reynolds?" Her answer when it came was so soft that he had to strain to hear her as she muttered yes I like your head between my legs and yes I like you playing with my breast.

Despite his desire to bred the young white teacher that was more then half his age his need to dominate her, to control her, to bend her to his will gained the upper hand. His mirth filled laugh echoed through the room as with a piercing stare he said I didn't just have my head between your legs vanilla, I was eating your snatch. An I wasn't playing with your breast either cunt, I was playing with your tits. For what seemed like an eternity a deathly silence filled the room then again he turned as if to walk away from her.

"Yes damn you yes ---- Yes I liked you eating my snatch and yes I liked you playing with my tits" With a smile he turned back to her and as he did so his big hands again fondled her breast along with rolling and pinching her nipples. Shame such as she had never known before encompassed her, yet unable to deny her need her hands rose and covered his and a stuttering moan of pleasure tumbled from her quivering lips. Though she wanted desperately to scream out her pain as the negro's thick dark fingers pinched and stretched her nipples ever harder and further the only sound from her mouth were whimpering moans of pleasure.

Limply her hands dropped from his as her body quivering uncontrollable in ecstasy could no longer hold them aloft. Then with supreme effort as the quivering that had encompassed her lessened and in answer to his taunts they again rose but this time toward him. With trembling cumbersome fingers she struggled with his belt and when it didn't loosen immediately groans and tears of frustration overwhelmed her. Only his soothing words as well as his own fingers assisting her calmed her frayed nerves. As his belt loosened and he then unsnapped his uniform pants her hands pushed them from his hips.

As his pants fell to his knees his unrestrained cock sprang into view. A loud gasp burst from her lips and she leaned back into her chair. She had never seen, let alone imagined, anything such as what her eyes beheld. Unconsciously she licked her lips making them glisten invitingly. Her mind tumbled and spiraled as it tried to come to terms with the massive blue black monstrosity that held her eyes as if it were a magnet. In near hysteria her mind gibbered that it had to be at least twice that of her husbands both in length and girth.

Tentatively she reached out to trace a delicate finger from the loose skin covering the spongy knob down to its base then back up again. As her fingernail slid lightly along its length it jerked and twitched in response. Closing her fingers about its twitching girth she at first slowly and then faster ran her hand up and down it's length. The taunting voice of the huge negro tickled her ears as her thoughts ran rapid. Girlish giggles about the length and girth of the blood engorged blue black hunk of man flesh repeatedly played through her brain along with his taunts.

"You likes Kareem's baby maker don't you Mrs. Reynolds? You likes looking at it, feeling it, squeezing it, stroking it! I bets your horny white trash ass can't wait to feels it pounding your snatch can you? Well fore dat happens slut I specks you to kiss it, to worship it, pay homage to it." Even before the last words of his taunt registered in the mush jokingly called her brain her lips parted and she leaned toward him. Hardly had her tongue lapped over the oozing tip then her lips closed over its spongy head. As her teeth every so lightly grazed his cock his fingers curled into her soft shoulder length strawberry blond hair. The blood roaring through her veins, the mad pounding of her heart was so loud that all other sound was blotted out. Yet as if she actually could hear his eager mocking words her lips moved further down his cock.

Again and again her lips moved up and down him and with each successive forward movement another half inch or so slipped between them. As she drew a section on the vein rich hunk of darkness her tongue fluttered rapidly along the underside, caressing, teasing him. Like a baby feeding at its mothers nipple she slavishly labored to bring him the ejaculation she knew he wanted. Gasping, choking sputters issued from around the cock driving ever faster and deeper between her lips as with left hand upon his hip and her right caressing, fondling, hefting his egg size nodules she sought to please him.

Would she like the taste of his cum, or would she she wondered find it repugnant just as she did her husbands. But even as the question formed in her mind the negro's cock jerked like an unmanned fire hose. Then like an erupting volcano spewing forth its bubbling boiling lava his thick slightly salty cum splashed against the entrance to her throat. Whether it was her own mind directing her actions or somehow Kareem's words had made it through the roaring in her ears she obediently sought to swallow his offering. Despite her best efforts though some of his thick globular cum oozed from between her tightly clinging lips and his black hardness. Still though she continued to suck and swallow in a hungry desire to draw every last drop of him from his quivering egg sack.

Even after the last thick string of his ejaculation had joined that already in her stomach she continued to suck lovingly while hoping for still more. She continued to do so until with a mirthless chuckle of what a cock hungry slut she was he both pushed against her forehead and jerked his cock from between her tightly clinging lips. As his dark salvia coated appendage pulled from her mouth she was surprised to see that unlike her husbands cock Kareem's was still rigid. Reaching out she both stroked his salvia coated cock and rolled her small hand over and around its spongy head. Not even his mocking laughter that she couldn't get enough of his cock stilled her hand and when he directed her to her feet she almost leaped from her chair.

Standing on her tip toes she both raised her face toward his and closed her eyes in anticipation of his kissing her. For a moment he looked at her hardly believing how easily she had succumbed to him, then grabbing the loose folds of her dress he yanked it from her and carelessly tossed it aside. The suddenness and savagery of his actions stunned her. But that was as nothing compared to the fright she felt as he twisted her about and pushed her face down over her desk. Mocking laughter that he didn't kiss no slut what sucked his black dick and drank his cum turned her face red. Yet despite her shame and the heart thumping fear encompassing her she readily obeyed his gravely command to spread her legs.

A shiver of arousal such as she had never before felt surged through her as his hand moved between her legs and his thick fingers teased at what no black man ever had. A sobbing moan welled in her heaving chest as obedient to his touch and harshly spoken command her feet both shuffled backwards and spread wider apart. His boastful taunt of how much he was going to enjoy fucking her burned her ears and seared into her brain. Instead of his words shaming her though as they rightly should have they instead had the opposite effect. Thoughts of her husband flicked through her addled mind but then were quickly extinguished as first one and then another thick dark finger pushed into the leaking faucet between her legs.

Spasmodic shivers of pleasure racked her petite white body as her hips ground back to met the thick fingers delving into her. Then suddenly the pleasure giving fingers were pulled from her. Her wail of unrealized fulfillment was like that of a tortured soul but then she felt something bigger and harder running teasingly over her fluttering pussy lips. As he guided his torrid hardness to the moist slit between her legs then pushed just its tip into her she tried to squirm away. But his tight hold on her waist prevented her from accomplishing that which she sought to do. For long minutes he simply stood there with his monstrous blackness buried in the seething bubbling cauldron between her shaky legs relishing the moment of conquest. Then with a touch of sadistic glee along with a tightening of his buttocks and a rotating of his hips he sent another inch of his tumultuous blue black hardness into her.

Whimpering pleas that he was to big, that he would ruin her bubbled from her trembling lips only to be drowned by contemptuous laughter. "Dat's right slut, dat's right. I's going to ruin you. After dat pussy of yourn has a taste of my black baby maker it ain't ever going to be wanting a little bitty white thing like your ol' mans again. All dat snatch going to be wanting, all it going to be finding pleasure from is nigga cock." As the last rumbled from his raspy throat his hips jerked yet again sending another inch of blackness into the tight clinging confines of her cunt.

Again, at least to all outward appearances, he remained motionless behind her. But it was a whole different story inside her. Like a living entity his monstrous dark cock pulsed and throbbed sending spikes of never before realized pleasure rippling through her. Her slim petite body quivered and shook with each spike and raspy lust filled moans as well as drool slipped from her slack cum encrusted lips. Unwittingly she again tried to push back to met him but just as before his tight hold on her slim waist prevented her from doing so.

"Does Mrs. Reynolds be wanting dis ol' nigga to shove his powerful black cock in her tight white cunt and breed her? Is dat what you be wanting Mrs. Reynolds? Well is it slut?" But instead of the bubbling supplication he expected her only response was soulful moans. For a second he thought of again taunting her but then another thought flashed through his brain. With agonizing slowness he withdrew three then four inches of his dark hardness until all but the cauliflower shaped head remained between her splayed lips. Then with a twisting and grinding of his loins he lunged forward sinking not only that which he had withdrawn but another two inches as well.

For several ragged breaths silence filled the empty room as her body convulsed and brilliant flares exploded in her brain in response to the unprecedented depth to which he had penetrated her. Then like the ringing of fine crystal to his ears her sobbing plea for him to fuck her, to shove his black cock into her reverberated from the walls of the classroom. In answer to her stuttering repeated pleas his hips again jerked sending yet another inch between her moist splayed lips.

With an agonizingly slow grinding of his hips he set a pace that nearly fifty years of experience had taught him was sure to prolong his pleasure. Fleeting images of his other conquest of white women flashed before him as he stared down at the nearly seven inches of dark cock sawing in and out of her. God but she was tight. Tighter then any of those other white bitches he'd fucked. Not only was she tighter she was a hell of a sight better looking then any of those other cunt's. Two more inches. Just two more inches and Mrs. Reynolds would be his whenever he wanted her.

Reaching out he pushed his thick fingers into her strawberry blond hair lifting her face from her desk. Like a cowboy yanking back on the reins of a run away horse he forced her head up and back. Then with a last powerful thrust he drove his pelvis forward not stopping till every last centimeter of his blood engorged nine inch blue black cock was sheathed in her tight cunt. Labored grunts of fuck that black cock you nasty white slut spilled from his thick lips as again and again and yet again his pelvis smacked into her upturned jiggling buttocks. Gasped whimpers of ohhhh Godddd big sooo bigggg not only heightened his arousal but intensified his desire to completely and totally dominate her.

Never, not even in her wildest childhood fantasies had she ever imagined being filled such as she was now. The fullness, the pain that encompassed her very being as time and again and ever faster the old negro drove into her was both excruciating and yet mind numbingly pleasurable. Sobbing soulful pleas for the negro to fuck her, for him to make her his slut bubbled from her lips as she masochistically impaled herself on his lead pipe hard black cock.

The mad thumping of her heart, the blood roaring through her veins was so loud it felt as if her very flesh was pulsating with their sound. Flickering thoughts of her husband surfaced even as she continued to push back at the monstrous dark cock driving repeatedly and powerfully into her. Why hadn't Dale ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had wormed through her passion fogged mind a mocking sultry voice answered. Because he's got a skinny little white mans dick.

As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the mind altering feel of the old negro's cock jackhammering into her or the kaleidoscope of pictures flooding her brain. It was as if he could read her mind for no sooner had the sordid images of not only his but hundreds of other black cocks fucking her come to her then faintly and as if from a great distance she heard the negro's gleeful snicker you likes nigger cock fucking you doesn't you Mrs. Reynolds.

She tried to answer but rational speech was beyond her capability. Instead she answered in the only way she could. Gasping sobs and choked grunts escaped her trembling lips as the pleasure center of her mind repeatedly flared like exploding novas. But the wanton pleasure washing through her was as nothing to that which enveloped her when with a last savage grinding thrust of his hips his cock swelled and began twitching as if it were a demented snake. Then like lava spewing from a volcano his thick globular cum shot from the head of his cock and flooded her insides.

As if in the throes of an epileptic fit her body convulsed and her mind melted as together with his her own climax engulfed her. An ear shattering scream of pure animal lust burst from her chest as with the last of her strength she pushed back against him. A minute, an hour, a lifetime later she collapsed wearily atop her desk but still the clinging tight walls of her vagina refused to let him go. Like the fingers of a farmer massaging the teat of his prize milk cow the muscles of her vulva caressed and stroked his cock in an effort to draw every last drop of his thick warm spunk. Her only answer to his repeated taunts was incomprehensible grunts

For immeasurable minutes they stayed thus then together with slapping a still quiver ass cheek he pulled from her. Through the tidal surge of blood rushing through her veins she dimly heard his jovial command and obediently, albeit slowly, she rolled from her desk and slipped to her knees. As her tongue flicked out then her lips closed about his semi limp dark cock cleaning it of their combined juices she could only mutter incomprehensibly to his taunts. "Is you my slut Mrs. Reynolds? Is you my white fuck toy to pleasure myself with whenever and however I's a mind to."

For several minutes he looked down at her with a shit eating grin on his face as she slavishly washed his cock and balls with lips and tongue. Yes, Mrs. Reynolds would serve him well of that he was sure. Then with little regard as to her feelings or what she might think he both pushed against her forehead and pulled his cock from her hungrily sucking mouth. That his actions caused her to fall awkwardly back against her desk he cared little. She was his slut. His black cock loving white trash cum slut to do with as he pleased.

"Tomorrow come lunch time Mrs. Reynolds I specs you to pay me a visit in dah boiler room, so don't disappoint me you hear me slut. Make sure you be wearing some pretty little panties stead dem old white cotton things like you wore today though. Course just like des here today I'll be keeping whatever you wear as a souvenir, so if'n you'd rather just go without panties altogether den dat be fine with me. Make it easier for dis nigga to get at your black cock loving snatch, and dat is what you be wanting isn't it slut?" Pulling up his pants he turned and retrieved his cleaning cart. Then with a self assurance and arrogance he hadn't felt in a long time he walked from the classroom without looking back.


- The End - [Maybe]