Dark Fantasies

by T West

  A droplet of sweat rolled down the side of her temple. A young looking woman hastily wiped at her face, the salty moisture accumulating on her sleeve.

  She was sitting in a small office cubicle, tapping her fingertips rhythmically on her desk with an almost manic gleam in her large green eyes, which were framed by thick, feminine eyelashes. Her skin was quite pale, and her hair had been swept aside to keep it out of her gaze.

  “Want a coffee, Grace?”

  A man paused at the entrance to her cubicle, blinking down at her with bright blue eyes. His dark hair fell around his heart-shaped face, and his small nose was covered in a dash of faint freckles. Grace looked at him and her cheeks went pink.

  “Coffee?” she spluttered. “Sure. Yes, that would be great.”

  Grace Small didn’t actually drink coffee – the caffeine did funny things to her stomach. But she took the cup from the man nonetheless when he returned five minutes later, and offered him a quavering smile. “Thank you, Mark.”

  “My pleasure,” he said with a nod of his head. “Good luck with your presentation, by the way. I’ll be cheering you on.”

  Grace swallowed hard as Mark turned and strolled out of her cubicle, his black slacks tight against his buns. That was the last thing Grace needed at the moment, a reminder of what was coming this afternoon.

  This was her very first ‘real’ job – that is, her first full-time job following her college graduation. Grace had been a Communications major, and had spent the last semester of her senior year positively panicking as she searched around for employment. All had seemed hopeless, but luckily this job had practically fallen into her lap. A friend of her father had gotten her an interview, and everything had gone smoothly from there.

  Grace had been hired as an assistant social media strategist for a travel agency. The firm had grown substantially over the past year and now boasted nearly 100 employees in its various offices in the local state area. She spent her days working from nine to five, sitting at a desk and working with a team of more senior and experienced social media experts. She felt almost like an intern again, which was not a pleasant feeling. But it was a job, so she couldn’t really complain.

  Another bead of sweat rolled down her face, and she wiped away at it desperately, willing it to stop. She was expected to be in an office presentation just twenty minutes from now, to present her strategy ideas for using social media to connect with the local student population.

  The presentation was good, she knew that. Coming up with creative ideas had always been a strong suit of hers, but presenting them was a different matter, and was something that she’d never been very good at.

  Grace watched the clock apprehensively until the meeting was just five minutes away. Reluctantly, she got to her feet, folded her laptop up and carried it with her out of the cubicle. She tugged at the collar of her shirt and gulped. By the time she reached the meeting room, it was already full of her coworkers. A few of them were chatting with each other, others already checking their watches and no doubt wishing for this to be over.

  Grace sidled into the room and set her laptop down on the podium at the front. She hooked it up to the projector - which was a little out of date, she noted - and began her presentation.

  A couple of minutes into it, a large figure walked into the room and took a seat at the back. Grace found it difficult to look out at the small crowd of coworkers watching her. Some looked very interested and were leaning forwards in their seat, nodding with her every word. Others looked monumentally bored. Looking at them was the worst, because it made Grace’s thoughts race – Am I giving good ideas, or are they complete garbage? Am I not being engaging enough? Can they see the sheen of sweat gathering on my upper lip?

  “Thank you for your attention,” Grace said lamely after she had given her three main ideas and explained them in detail. The crowd quickly dispersed, a few people lagging behind to jot down some last minute notes. One of these people was her boss, Mr Davidson - a large, black man sitting in the very back of the room, his hulking frame hunched over a notepad. Another was Mark, though he wasn’t writing anything. She waved at him with a small smile, before looking expectantly at their boss.

  “Grace,” her boss said, finally pulling his eyes away from his notes and getting to his feet. His muscular physique threatened to almost burst out from underneath his tightly fitted dress jacket, crisp white button down and navy blue slacks. He strode over to her and nodded at her presentation, which was still being projected onto the wall. “Nice job. Very good ideas you have, we’ll definitely be implementing them – with your help, of course.”

  Grace let out a rush of air, relieved.

  “However,” Mr Davidson continued, “you need to work on your presentation skills. A few people in the back were starting to snore by the end there, and the rest were lost in the clouds. I can tell you’ve got nerves, but you don’t need to. I really took a liking to your idea about running a photo contest on Instagram. You’re a skilled young woman, exude confidence. Ok?”

  Grace nodded. “Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.”

  Mark gave her a close-lipped smile and ducked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The only person left was her boss.

  “Grace,” Mr Davidson said, stepping nearer, flashing his perfectly straight smile at her. He paused, and Grace could visibly see his pecs flexing underneath the cotton of his shirt. “I have a question I wanted to ask you.”

  “Yeah?” Grace wasn’t sure what was coming next.

  “Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to notice when your thoughts turned to me, halfway through your presentation? I mean, I could pretty much smell the pheromones radiating from you. Explain yourself to me, girl.” He looked her up and down. Grace’s heartbeat quickened in her chest.

  Grace stared at her boss blankly for a long moment, her voice having died in her throat. This confident, powerful man that she’d secretly been admiring – was he the black stud that she’d been dreaming about and yearning for? She thought she had tried to hide it as best she could. She had no idea she had made it so obvious, and she had no idea that Davidson’s senses were so heightened. She opened her mouth and when no words came out she closed it again, as Davidson stared expectantly at her.

  You’re a skilled young woman, exude confidence. She played the words back in her mind. She got the impression that Davidson didn’t want to wait around for an answer.

  Grace gasped, and she locked eyes with her boss. “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it!” she pleaded.

  Davidson shook his head. “I don’t give it over so easily. You’re going to have to work hard for it, just like everything in life. Show me just how badly you want it. And if I’m pleased with your efforts, I might just give it to you.”

  Grace dropped to her knees.

  She reached out and attempted to unzip Davidson’s fly. Her boss quickly slapped her hand away, so hard it stung.

  “Uh uh. You don’t take without permission. You only take what I give, if and when I decide to give it. Understand?” He said sternly.

  Grace nodded with wide eyes as she watched Davidson unzip himself, reach inside and pull out his massive cock. Her jaw dropped open. The thing was easily as long as her forearm, and as wide as her wrist. A bead of sweat rolled off Grace’s temple and splashed against the angry, black head of Davidson’s cock.

  She rolled her sleeves up, and enthusiastically flicked her tongue over the older man’s large cock head, flicking the bulbous helmet from left to right with her soft laps.

  Davidson was obviously enjoying himself, moaning in a deep tone that was the same register as his spoken voice. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and forcefully encouraged her to lick faster and harder as his sack tightened and pulsed, filled to the brim with his hot seed. Grace began to get moist in anticipation.

  As she suckled on the swollen tip, Davidson’s moans got more frequent and ragged. He rocked his hips back and forth in time with Grace’s licks, and she saw
this as her cue to open her mouth as wide as she could and take the head inside. The sheer width of the pulsing head meant it was no easy task, but with one final hip-thrust from Davidson and a good amount of spittle from Grace, the head popped inside her mouth.

  He became even more forceful, and her tight lips steadily stimulated and sucked away at his cock head, gradually taking more and more of it into her mouth. He fed her more and more of the length of his cock, until it went right to the back of her throat, making her eyes wince and water. The boss moaned out under his breath, “Keep going, keep going… good girl…”

  His mature, ripped body twitched and writhed underneath his smart suit while Grace’s small hands trembled with excitement as she bravely reached up and cradled his balls. She cupped them firmly while she continued to greedily gobble and suck on his dick. Pre-cum seeped from his cock head in rich, healthy streams, trickling down Grace’s mouth and into her stomach. The young woman swallowed as much of it as she could, her eyes watering more and almost gagging as some of the salty substance overflowed from her lips, dribbled down her chin and splashed against her shirt.

  “Hold up,” Davidson said, not even breaking a sweat. “Don’t think for one second that I’m going to allow you to fill your belly with my semen, you hungry ho. I don’t waste my seed, and especially not just to feed your greedy mouth.”

  Grace looked up at her employer, and mumbled around her throatful of cock.

  A knowing smile spread across Davidson’s lips as he told her, “No, Grace.” He withdrew his cock from her mouth, watching it reappear inch by inch, a long string of pre-cum attached to the tip of his cock and Grace’s lips, hanging between them. “Stand up, and go and face the wall over there, with your back to me.”

  Grace did as she was told and stood against cold, hard wall with her back to her boss and assumed a wide stance. Davidson walked up behind her and ripped down her work pants revealing her black thong. “God, you really are gagging for it,” Davidson said, his breath hot against her neck. “You even dressed appropriately!” Her jockstrap rode up in-between her pert, white ass cheeks, her buttocks wobbling like firm jell-o.

  Davidson pulled out his leather belt from his slacks, and doubled it over, lightly smacking the brown leather against his own palm. Grace listened intently.

  “See, you take what I give!” Davidson told her, before flogging the leather down on her peachy ass harshly and with great force. She squealed and gasped, her long eyelashes fluttering shut, her ass cheeks stinging.

  Another slap of the leather came down moments later, harshly striking Grace’s reddening globes. Her pussy throbbed uncontrollably, her clothed breasts pressing against the cold wall before her. Thin trickles escaped Grace’s snatch as she stood there, taking everything the man gave her.

  Davidson’s cold hands pulled down her thong, exposing her tight, smooth crack. She knew what was expected of her and she waited for her boss’s touch.

  His manly hands reached up and expertly parted the plentiful flesh, revealing Grace’s minute starfish and wet pussy. His finger began to flick over her pussy before slipping inside, the slickness of Grace’s juices making it easy. She gasped. She couldn’t believe the situation she was in – getting touched and fingered by such a man, a true stud. The soft, smooth digit delved further, and began gliding in and out of her pussy, lubricating her even more and sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.

  While Davidson was enjoying the view, Grace’s hand reached down to her clit, and she touched it firmly. She started to furiously work it, flicking herself off whilst her lips clamped tightly around Davidson’s thick index finger, making sure to press her ass backwards as far as she could, desperately trying her best not to displease her boss.

  Fully aroused, Grace’s taut ass looked as ripe as a peach as she eagerly awaited the dominant man’s next move. Davidson withdrew his finger, and lay a firm palm down upon her milk-colored cheeks. She swiveled her head round as far as she could and looked at Davidson, and the pair shared an electrifying moment of lust and excitement.

  Maintaining eye-contact with him, Grace realized she was now really going to feel the true wrath of him. Her eyes momentarily winced as her boss laid down another heavy open-palmed smack upon her awaiting cheeks.

  She heard his stern voice behind him. “That’s it, that’s it. Take what you are given. I know you deserve another!”

  And with that, he licked the palm of his hand, before bringing it down firmly on her ass, the warm saliva making the slap sting just that little bit more as it connected with her hot flesh, Grace squealing out loud like a piglet.

  “Good. That’s good,” Davidson said encouragingly. Observantly noticing that Grace was dripping all the way down her thighs, the older man instructed her, “Bend over the desk like a good girl. I want to see how completely and unquestionably you give yourself over to me.”

  Grace did as she was told. She walked over to the large oak desk and bent over it, sticking her ass up and out, waiting and ready.

  While she assumed the position, her boss stripped entirely, his ripped torso flexing in the dim office light, his humungous cock swinging between his legs. The long shaft was smooth and veinless, very dark in color, the helmet glistening and his huge round balls hanging low. His muscular thighs rippled as he strode up behind her, and let his cock head rest on her back.

  Knowing that she was already wet and in need of a good shafting, Davidson moved his cock head up and down the length of her snatch, mingling his pre-cum with her juices.

  “You’re going to take it all… ready or not!”

  “God, yes, please! Please grant me the honor and fill me up.” Grace begged.

  “Shhhhh, girl.” Davidson hushed her, and pressed the head of his cock up against her entrance. And without warning, he slid his huge member right up into her incredibly tight pussy, balls deep. Grace gasped and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming – she knew it would annoy her boss to hear her get too noisy.

  The dominant man thrust his hips back and forth, rampantly nailing her like a bitch, before withdrawing until just the tip of his cock was inside. Her aching pussy seemed to invite - almost beg - the massive tool to slide all the way back in, her muscles clamping down on the beast as it proceeded to slam in and out of her, steadily and deliberately.

  Davidson made love to her for a good few minutes, all the while her tits heaving against the oak of the desk below her, as she trembled with the incredible sensations. As he pummeled her, the thick girth of his pole glistened and shimmered in the light of the desk lamp, Grace’s love juice fully lubing up the shaft. This made the glide that much slicker, as he humped her with the greatest of ease.

  The thrusting movements of his wide hips sent tremors downwards through the solid legs of the desk, making Grace shake as her boss’s big thighs slammed against her relentlessly.

  Davidson withdrew, and commanded, “Climb up onto the desk, and get on all fours. Present yourself to me and I will take what is mine.”

  Grace shifted position, as she climbed up onto the desk and got on her hands and knees. Never had she given herself so entirely to someone, and never had someone taken her so forcefully. It was a dream come true.

  Davidson hopped up onto the desk and crouched down, his thighs enveloping her legs as he squatted and lined up his rod with her pussy. His hands gripped her slim waist as he pressed the very tip of his black cock into the tight hole once more. Her pussy opened and lovingly started to suck the thick stick inside, inch by inch. He fed her his dick as he crouched behind her, this new position meaning he could press his chiseled chest against Grace’s back as he entered her. Once all the way back inside, the boss really took the reins, his strong legs supporting his weight as he swung his hips back and forth like a pickaxe, plowing in and out of her with perfect precision.

  While taking every inch, Grace reached down between her legs and started to flick, earnestly trying to reach her own climax. She worked herself hard and fast, masturbating fur
iously, rubbing her clit as Davidson’s heavy sack whacked against her with every thrust.

  It was all too much for Grace to take, and she felt her looming climax rise up through her body. Her hand was a furious blur as she came, cumming uncontrollably. Davidson didn’t let up for a second, pounding her hard as she came in multiple waves, strings of squirt making a splattered mess of the paperwork from her presentation.

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back tightly, his own climax starting to surface as he pounded her like there was no tomorrow. She rocked her hips backwards in time with her boss’s pumps, engulfing the cock, her ass slapping his waist as they swung back and forth in mirrored unison, Grace taking every inch of that ridiculous cock as deep as humanly possible.

  Employer and employee bounced off each other with a sense of urgency, keen for Davidson to reach his climax. It felt like both parties were partaking in a competitive game of tug-of-war, a passionate battle where failure was not an option, as both were poised to win. He reached down and wrapped his strong arms around her, hugging her close as he playfully nibbled on the lobe of her ear, his animalistic pants and groans sending her to new heights. The harder her boss screwed her, the tighter her pussy gripped him, until Grace could feel that he was so close, so near to reaching his impending finish.