My efforts, however, proved to minimal avail, as a moment later, I felt the cougar's glistening claws touch down upon my shoulder, painted cherry red and glistening in the fluorescent lighting, her weird MILFy smell wafting into my flaring nostrils, forcing out a stream of tears from the corners of my eyes, and causing me to tense as though assaulted by a taser. I heard that leathery, commanding voice of her slip like some perverse parody of silk from her tight, puckered, businesslike lips, and felt the trickling of jizz from the tip of my penis into the crotch of my boxer shorts, as though somehow forecasting what was shortly in store for it...
“Could I please see you boys in my office for a moment? I need to... Talk to you about something...”
“Oh... Um... Yes... Of course,” I stammered, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to conceal my throbbing erection from her once I stood up from the swivel chair, but by the time the issue presented itself the vixen had turned on her stiletto heel, and was sauntering back across the room to her office. I stared at her ass as it receded into the distance, each buttock protruding fiercely in sequence as it bounced about inside the constrictive fabric of her skirt, before turning to Kyle, and exchanging a last, horrified look with him before the two of us stood up to meet our ultimate fate.
This was it, our heads on the chopping block...
We followed along in Mrs. Kuntz' wake, the remnants of her perfume lingering in the air acting like a trail of bread crumbs to her office, stunned as the two of us otherwise were, and dizzy with anticipation. We stood for a moment at the threshold of her office, taking a last hard swallow of the outside air, before dipping into the room, and watching as the succubus closed the door, and locked it shut, sealing us inside her crypt.
Kyle and I sat stiffly down in two chairs in front of her desk, trying our best not to shake as she slowly slid her lurid body around to the opposite side, and sank into her leather chair, which farted up a series of squelching noises as her body settled into it, in a manner that was surprisingly sexy. Mrs. Kuntz' lips pursed into a smile most foul as she looked across the desk at the two of us, and I was so goddamn intimidated by her lurid glare that I found myself pulling away from her face, only to have my eyes fall dead onto her cleavage- her tits were looking especially perky today, God help me, as though she was wearing a fucking push-up bra. I came to my senses almost immediately, and tried to evade her detection, snapping back up to her eyes, only to find her nostrils flaring, and her back arching, pushing those hypnotic tits even further in our direction.
At last, she spoke, and the two of us hung to her every word like the gospel as they passed from her lips: “I suppose you two gentlemen know why I've called you in here, don't you? We are, as everyone knows, experiencing some rather hard times with this company, and most regrettably, we find ourselves in a position of having to lay some people off...”
I tried to respond as she paused, but the words caught in my throat, and thank God Kyle was sitting next to me, easily the bravest of the two of us, and he spoke on my behalf: “Oh... I see...”
The Kuntz' nostrils flared, and she leaned forward in our directions, her tits hanging low, her cleavage so severe, so tantalizing, that it would not have been a difficult feat whatsoever to become lost within the dark crevice of her breasts. “I like the two of you... A lot... And I've always felt that, maybe, you might just like me the teeniest, tiniest bit as well... It would be a shame if the three of us would have to become separated...”
A shock suddenly came surging through my bones like a drug, as the tip of Mrs. Kuntz' stiletto shoe came poking against my leg under the desk, sliding seductively along my skin, giving me goosebumps as she unabashedly footsied me. For a moment I was stunned, unable to think straight, and when I looked up at her as though to confirm that what I was experiencing was genuine, I felt myself penetrated by her eyes, which seemed to somehow indicate precisely how sopping wet her gash was becoming as she continued to rub my leg.
“Kiss for me...” she said abruptly, a low, steamy whisper, slithering through her glossy red lips, and I suddenly felt the blood run to my ears.
I turned to Kyle, whose jaw was hanging so fucking low that I could scarcely believe this to be the same generally cool-and-composed specimen of manhood that was my boyfriend. The cogs were rapidly turning in my head at the moment- my initial thought was that this, technically, almost certainly constituted sexual harassment on the part of Mrs. Kuntz, possibly blackmail as well, and that quite the generous lawsuit could result if Kyle and I resisted her lascivious offer. However, almost immediately following this realization, thoughts of what an inherently unique, almost fantasized opportunity was being presented to us, quickly shoved away any reservations, and my cock quickly blocked out any possible considerations aside from immediate carnal satisfaction.
Kyle and I leaned into one another, and did as our boss said. Our lips melted and smeared across one another, but strangely there seemed to be no heat our moisture to be found in our respective mouths- it was remarkably hollow, not especially enjoyable, but we knew we had to put up the front if we wanted to save our asses, and quite possibly have access to Mrs. Kuntz' as well...
At last the two of us pulled apart, with long bands of saliva dangling from our lips as we turned slowly back toward her, only to find that she seemed about as pleased as punch at what she'd seen. Her right hand was on her tit, caressing the half-exposed mammary with vigor, and the other was between her legs, hidden beneath the desk, though the two of us had a pretty damn good impression of what precisely was going on down there. Her nostrils were flaring wildly, and there was something of a crazy look in her eyes, a lustful madness, so that she sounded almost demonesque when she whispered furiously: “Ravish me...”
Uncertain, but turned on and horny as hell, Kyle and I looked one final time at one another, and nodded, then descended upon our glorious predator.
The room began to grow very hot, very fast, and so many deep, sexy breaths came pushing from her lungs that I thought I might suffocate on all the carbon dioxide as it seeped through the tiny office. Kyle squeezed in behind her swivel chair, and sank his lips onto the side of her neck, slurping, nibbling, sinking his teeth slightly into the flesh like a fucking vampire, making her whimper, squeal, and moan like a banshee with pleasure, as his confident hands drifted down along her body, and clenched into her breasts, sinking into them, and pushing them around and around and around across her chest. Dazed, stunned, and aroused by what I saw before me, I hurried to follow suit, reaching for the arm that was between her legs, and pulling out the hand, which was glistening in the fluorescent light, and looking oh so delectable. She squealed as I shoved her glazed fingers into the warm, dank confines of my lips, swirling my tongue around each individual digit, happily consuming her pussy fluids, which were, compared to those which I had tasted among other women, considerably matured with age. Then, with a final slurp I spit her back out, and leaned in on her, planting my lips onto hers, kissing her furiously. My hand took the place of her own down below, sliding up beneath the fabric of her pencil skirt, and almost immediately coming into contact with the light, tangled bush of her pubic hair. It struck me as odd that she'd come into work without wearing any panties today, and then it occurred to me that perhaps she never wore panties into work- a thought which turned me on like a motherfucker as it flashed through my mind, and I began to have visions of her in board meetings, pulling Sharon Stones and luridly crossing and uncrossing her legs when she wanted to convince someone of her opinion on an issue.
I quickly returned to the matter at hand, however, as our lips popped and slurped and glided along one another's, her taste, again, a mature one, and her postmenopausal ferocity making the act comparable to what I imagine kissing a fucking tiger might be like. Down below, I continued to stroke her pubes, like petting a fucking dog, although I suppose in this instance a kitten would be the more apt comparison... Her knees began to quiver as my caressing continued (cunt-inued?), and suddenly her arm leapt out
for mine, pushing down on my muscular forearm, and somehow overpowering me. She pushed me into her, sliding my hand down from her mons pubis to the sparkling wet cave of her gash, my fingers being squeezed into her ladyhood, which was so hot and aroused that it practically fucking burned to the touch as I was inserted into her body. Both of us shuddered audibly, and I immediately began to rub on her, grinding my fingers through her cunt with agonizing pressure and speed, evoking the most lurid of squelching sounds as her fluids coursed around my digits, my palms sweating and my wrists shaking as I pleasured my cougar of a boss.
At this point, I have no hope in hell of knowing for just how long this went on, but before all that much longer, Kyle and I were undressing the cunt, peeling her out of her clothes, article by article by article. I put my hands around the hem of her blouse, and felt the heat of her tight, caramel-colored abdomen, warm and heaving beneath my touch, her stomach like that of a fucking eighteen-year-old. Then I peeled the tight fitting, revealing article up, up, up along her body, her tits bouncing furiously in the cups of her bra and her hair cascading in golden strands as it drifted back down onto her shoulders. I promptly took off my own shirt to match her, then, and reached behind her body, her tits pooling against my pecs as I unhooked the straps of her lacy little black bra, and slid them down along her glorious shoulders, removing the cups from her tits. Her nipples were absolutely fucking mesmerizing, and I found my throat burning to consume them almost instantly. I swooped in on her, my lips melting around the glorious nubs of flesh, making her sigh with passion as I kissed and slurped and ran my tongue around each of her perimeters. I sank my teeth into her flesh and she moaned delicately, her flesh stretching like a rubber band as I pulled it back toward me, and then gently allowed it to snap back into place.
Down below, Kyle was working just as adamantly to keep our jobs as I was. Given that she wore no panties, he chose to peel her skirt up along her body instead of down to around her ankles, sliding it up to around her midriff in a way that was alarmingly sexy, and splaying her thighs wide open. I caught an unadulterated view of her cunt as I continued to gobble down her tits, and fell immediately in love with that gleaming wet gash, its lips soft and loose, but the interior seeming tighter than hell, a remarkable specimen of womanhood if ever I'd seen one. After a bit of generous rubbing, Kyle's lips melted into those of her twat, causing her eyes to grow wide, and the sounds from her throat to grow louder, more adamant by the minute. He carved into her like a knife, sweeping, scooping, slurping, consuming Kuntz' cunt as though it was his last meal, and in reality, I realized, it was in fact the first pussy he'd had his mouth on in several months during the period in which the two of us had been dating.
Before long, the stationary on Kuntz' desk was rattling like wild, spilling onto the floor with the palpitations of her body as orgasm ripped through her like a hurricane, her screams pouring like water, so fierce and vehement that I had to put a hand over her lips to suppress them, remembering suddenly that we were, in fact, having sex in the middle of a completely full office. Then she bit me, and I felt my erection blazing fiercely against her body with arousal.
Finally, she settled down, and the two of us released our grips for a moment, staring at her nude flesh as it reclined back in the leather seat, a sight that was sexy as hell, her firm, leathery tits heaving as she struggled to contain her breath. Her nostrils flared for a moment, and she closed her eyes, as though she might just be having a headache. But then a moment later they opened once more, and a rather evil sneer spread wide across her lips (her upper lips, that is), and a single word of commandment came slithering from her mouth: “Strip.”
The two of us weren't about to argue.
We peeled each other out of what remained of our work clothes, stripping down to our birthday suits, bending over at certain angles we thought might maximize our appeal as we did so. Then, we promptly embraced, doing our damnedest to offer her visual pleasure, the curved blades of our erections smacking against one another, and swinging about wildly through the air.
Our beloved boss then sank onto her knees before the two of us, and seized hold of our cocks as the two of us kissed up above. Her grip was firm, confident, and absolutely fucking wonderful as she commenced to masturbate us, pushing and pumping the skin of our shafts, stroking us into a frenzy, and quickly picking up with oral sex where her oral efforts left off. She had a damn warm mouth, and I nearly creamed straight into her throat as her lips melted around my engorged tip, sucking on me, slurping, coating me in an agonizing film of her sweet saliva. She sucked and popped, sucked and popped, sucked and popped back and forth between the two of us, at one point successfully endeavoring to shove both of our throbbing penises into her throat at the same time, a feat which impressed us nearly as much as it aroused us.
Finally, when the two of us decided we couldn't take anymore foreplay, we pulled away, eager to get inside her. Kyle lifted her up from the ground almost effortlessly, spiriting her across the room, and sprawling her brusquely out across the cluttered surface of her desktop. He seized hold of her ankles, and pushed them up around her ears with a squeal from her lips, her pussy and anus bulging wide open as she struggled to breathe. Kyle then waved a hand at her nether-regions, inviting me to take the first swing, and I gladly indulged his invitation.
I mounted the cunt, and slid into her body, savoring the warmth and tightness of her juicy coochy as the lips of her twat dissolved around me, and pushing, pushing, pushing inside her, immediately feeling as though I wouldn't altogether mind dwelling in this pleasant little nook for the remainder of my days. But for right now, it was time to get down to business, and I reared back, holding steadily for a moment, and plowing into her at full speed. Her fragile, middle aged body shook violently, and she screamed bloody murder as I smashed into her pussy, pausing for a moment to make sure she was okay, and then fucking her out of her mind as soon as I was certain.
Kyle and I fucked our boss six ways to Sunday in the ensuing minutes, swapping her pussy back and forth between the two of us, plunging into her, slamming her cunt to a pulp, and then pulling out. We engaged in a number of positions as the time rolled by, ankles over her ears, draped over the edge of the desk with her ass jutting out toward us, Kyle, at one point, picking her up, bouncing her up and down on his cock, fucking her in mid-air.
Finally, the main event: Kyle draped her sweaty, exhausted body across my own on top of the desk, and I slid into her from beneath, evoking yet another in a series of feminine shrieks that I thought I would never grow tired of hearing. I seized a firm grip on her outrageously plump ass, squeezing the flesh in my grip after spanking her a few times, and kneading up the glorious cheeks like dough, sliding my dick through her pussy with each gradual thrust, warming her up for the torment that was about to come.
Then, at last, the moment of truth- with my cock still lodged up her cooter, Kyle mounted the top of the pile, wrapping his legs around the two of us, and dipping the tip of his penis into Mrs. Kuntz' anus.
I watched her eyes grow wide, and felt her finger sink into my chest, nearly drawing blood, as my counterpart slid up the tight, narrow crook of her asshole, surely the least sexually used of her orifices through the years, stretching wide open as he inserted himself, and filling her with an unbearable agony. I could feel my lover's cock grinding against my own through the thin layers of her body, a sensation that was incredible to say the least, until at long, long last he touched down deep inside her ass.
And boy, did we ever fuck that poor woman...
A scream of obscenities could surely be heard echoing from her office as the two of us tore into her, “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” her body overheating as our erect penises plunged through her warm, soft flesh, beating her femininity to a pulp, nearly making her go blind, I think, by the time it was all over.
At last, the two of us blasted her, cramming ourselves into her body with one final blow, holding ourselves there, and letting the triad of climaxes explode.
I could almost feel Kyle's cum pelting against the insides of her ass, and then did feel it as it came splooging back out in its abundance, rolling down along her body, and dripping onto my testicles down below. This, in turn, set me off, and I burst my nut inside her, filling my boss's pussy with my glorious little sperm, and setting her over the edge. I thought she was having a fucking seizure on top of me as she climaxed, her pussy contracting, her fingers nearly melting through my muscles as they clamped down onto me, and an unmistakable stream of fluids bursting across my pelvis as she squirted all over me, an act that was sexy as hell, but which I couldn't say I'd had a great deal of experience with up to that point.
Finally, the two of us pulled out of her, and wrapped her in our arms, kissing every inch of her sweat slick body in the afterglow, the heat and coolness of the room nearly making us dizzy as we continued to ravish her.
And Christ, what a morning it was. Needless to say, Kyle and I survived all pending rounds of layoffs to come, with the stipulation that we reported to Mrs. Kuntz' office on a regular basis for such (ahem) performance reviews as this one- and honest to God, neither of us could really say we minded all that much...
THE END
Pregnant By My Big Black Cuckold
Chapter 1
I felt... Well... I felt damn awfully lonely to be quite honest with you. Call me a pussy for that fact if you will, but that was my mindset, and no matter how adamantly I might have tried to buck up and snap out of it, I simply could not seem to get my mind into the sort of territory in which it needed to be in order to get my mood back on track. I mean, shit, I was in pretty fucking pathetic shape at this point in time. I was snuggled all up in one of those goddamn blankets that doubles as a robe, an object which, quite frankly, I'm ashamed to even admit to having owned in the written word, as I'm certain the record of this fact will forever be preserved throughout the whole of eternity. What was more, I'd just gotten through devouring an entire damn bucket of cookie dough ice cream, which would have been bad in itself, of course, but was made even worse by the fact that I was still hungry as hell, dissatisfied, and I felt like crying my eyes out for no reason I could seem to place my finger upon. I tried turning on the TV, flipping through every channel in desperation, yet wholly unable, for the life of me, to land on anything that looked even remotely interesting, anything that could pull my mind out of this God-awful rut, and at last I settled on some atrocious romantic comedy from, like, 2005 or something, whose flashing images and on-the-nose plot went a very small way in at least keeping me distracted, but then the notion of romance seemed to slowly creep up on my psyche and strangle away what little joy I might otherwise have managed to derive from the viewing, and I was left as damn miserable as ever.
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