by Rosie Harper
“Take me,” I whisper to Marcus.
Ricardo stands up and allows me to be marched over to the desk where I am now bent over. A few seconds pass before Marcus enters me and I can feel the long dark shaft begin to slide through my tight rim. “Ahhh, that’s it you’re so fucking big,” I cry out. Like a wild beast he now fucks me hard and fast; relentlessly pounding like an unstoppable force of corruption. The desk is gradually pushed closer and closer to the window as my body is lunged back and forth. My wails are bouncing off the walls as Marcus screws me like I have never been screwed before. Both buttocks smack hard against his pelvis as he crashes into me. “Show me you love me,” I cry and I feel my ribbed vaginal walls seeping more lubricant. His full length goes deep inside me as both our bodies seem to come together in a mould of passion. Ricardo appears on the other side of the desk naked. His ripped muscular body stands in front of the window as he looks at me and masturbates furiously. “Yes Tanya, you like having Marcus inside you?” He asks. My knees begin to shake and I fear that I will buckle at any moment as euphoria seems to break out in every direction throughout my body. The desk is shaking violently causing a squeaking noise to accompany my lover’s groans. My moaning is in time with every inward thrust and can probably be heard from outside the building. The office window is open and the strong ray of light relentlessly beats down upon my bare back. My vision becomes slightly blurred and I feel as if I’m going to pass out. Every muscle in my body begins to shut down as the feeling of an impending eruption begins. Is this an orgasm? I have never had one before and plenty of men have tried, only to fail at bringing me sexual pleasure. Now, this stranger who has me bent over my boss’s desk, ravaging me is going to provide what I’ve been desiring to experience for years. His penis stuffs itself inside my cavity and I can feel every raised bump on his huge shaft. I am now screaming as the eruption gets ever so close. I find myself saying, “Give me a black baby, show me you love me… breed me.”
Now I come. Hard. We all do. Ricardo shoots his semen across the desk whilst I scream the loudest I have ever done in my life. Lovely Marcus groans and holds himself deep inside my inner domain; draining and jerking every ounce of his liquid into my womb.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” he says and presses himself against my ass effectively sandwiching me between him and the desk. The sound of my knees repeatedly hitting the oak wood can also be heard as I lay there breathing heavy in a dream like state. I feel complete fulfilment and can now sense his semen flowing down his long, thick and juicy pole. My mouth is still wide open as I close my eyes not wanting to let go of this moment.
Marcus slowly slides himself out and I feel a big empty space in the gaping moist hole. I roll over to my front completely exhausted and helpless. Ricardo walks over to my side and parts both legs. With his hand he catches the thick white semen leaking from me before holding it out in front of me. I begin to lick each finger tasting Marcus’s sweet juice as I swallow it. He turns to his friend who is now stretching out, “She wants to leave. I’m not sure if we have convinced her to stay.”
I look up at my boss, “Making me cum is not going to make me pass over that job offer sir. It’s going to take a lot more than that,” I look towards Marcus, “a lot more.” I now stand up from the desk and begin to kiss Ricardo’s bare chest, working my way around both pecs towards his stacked six pack. Marcus was amazing but I will feel cheated if I do not manage to screw Ricardo before leaving this place.
“Be my slave?” He mutters, “You must now surrender yourself to me.”
He takes both my arms and edges me towards the desk. Anything that was on it is now strewn across the floor after my sexual encounter, so I climb up on top of it. Marcus makes his way over and holds me across on my back, preventing me from moving. The feeling of complete exposure and vulnerability gives me a cold rush. Each wrist is firmly clasped in his big strong hands. I try to pull away, but proves to be of no use.
“Surrender Tanya,” Ricardo repeats as his hands begin to run up and down my parted inner thighs. I don’t reply and savour the feeling of his large, manly hands brushing my smooth surfaces. The tingling sensation sparks with every inch covered and I yearn for another climax.
I tug at Marcus’s vice like grip as Ricardo now begins to lick me. He must also taste some of his friend, seeing as how he ejaculated inside of me only moments earlier. I begin to roll my head from side to side as the pleasure from my boss sticking his tongue into my wet entrance sends rippling electricity throughout my body.
“If you surrender yourself Tanya, I will take you right now,” Ricardo mutters. I ignore the question and want to hold out a little longer before being taken. Marcus looks down at me with an intense gaze, knowing he is in full control as my captor.
“Stay here with us Tanya,” Ricardo says.
“I can’t” I reply whilst panting in response to his attentive work. I have my mouth wide open whilst puffing through the sheer euphoria of my own helplessness. The fact I’m an object of their craving; held down with no choice but to accept the total domination of my body. Ricardo now raises his head up and squeezes both my breasts causing me to wail. He now inserts his finger and locates my ribbed g-spot. He now begins to rub and rub, more furiously than before. My moans are now of desperation as I begin to lose control of my body again. I want to thrash out with all of my power but am prevented from doing so by Marcus. The tone of my voice gets increasingly higher as I begin to home in on another orgasm.
“Will you stay Tanya?” Ricardo shouts. It is impossible for me to reply. The fact that I am so restricted from moving seems to increase the pressure beneath my chest which becomes more and more intense with every rub. “Fuck me sir!” I scream, but he doesn’t comply and continues rubbing the same area, causing me to become more and more desperate.
“You stay and I am yours Tanya.” He eventually replies. I don’t reply and he smacks me on my inner thigh. “Stay or go Tanya,” he says. My legs are now beginning to shake again as the feeling of a steam pipe being pierced occurs within my chest. My soul seems to break free and I scream as Ricardo’s relentless rubbing makes me reach a climax. “Fuck me, I’ll stay,” I cry out.
Straight away Ricardo pulls my open legs around him and inserts himself. He doesn’t start of nice and slow, instead he immediately begins to pound me. Marcus shuts me up by kissing me and reduces my loud wailing to a muffled moan.
“Stay with me Tanya, stay with me,” Ricardo says as he lifts up one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder. How did I miss this? Surely I would have experimented with this before. It feels so good! So Sexy! Ricardo finishes himself off and I cannot remember where I am anymore. It feels so surreal; like a dream of euphoric sensation. Marcus releases my arms and I roll over onto the desk, now covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. It is safe to say now that I will not be handing in my notice. Any thoughts of Blow are now gone completely from my mind.
“Marcus needs to leave. Would like some more before he does so, Tanya?” Ricardo asks. I look at this black muscular giant who has skin like smooth dark chocolate. “Yes, in private if that’s ok sir?” I reply. Ricardo smiles, “Of course,” and picks up his clothes before shutting the office door behind him.
The hour is probably over now. Ricardo Alvez was right in saying that is all he needed to convince me to stay. However, without Marcus I am not sure he would have been so correct in his assumption. He must have sensed what I had been deprived of for so long.
Marcus ventures towards me and I wrap my arms around him. We are still both naked and we come together, kissing passionately. The connection I am now feeling runs deep. His manhood is large and firmly erect, shooting upwards like a stone statue. “Give me anal,” I ask.
Surely his thick juicy pole is going to tear me apart but I don’t care. He has given me what every man before has failed to deliver. I bend over the desk and we are back in the same positions that we were about 20 minutes ago. I close my eyes as the head of his pipe comfortably rests on my anal
opening. The helmet is now beginning to slowly enter my tight little hovel. The rimmed circumference is expanding forever further now and I wince. “Ahhh, that’s it,” I say through grinded teeth. Marcus grabs a handful of my dark hair as he continues his hard pressed journey further into my duct. The pressure is much more intense and slightly painful, but with Marcus I somehow feel so relaxed and I begin to secrete some much needed lubrication. He must be about halfway now and the feeling of his immense thickness makes everything feel tight. He slaps and squeezes one of my buttocks and I feel him completely inside; deep inside. I let out a long glorious moan as he retracts the pole providing some relief. I await and again feel him venturing upwards inside of me, shoving himself through my readied passage way. “That’s it, fuck me harder,” I cry out.
Marcus now sets a firm tempo pounding away at my ass. I feel my buttocks wobble with every thrust and I begin to gasp again. He is still holding my hair causing me to arch back at my neck. The ray of sunlight entering the window is projecting our silhouettes on the far wall. Marcus begins to cry out as well giving the impression that he is trying to prevent himself from ejaculating so soon. His magnificent manhood is going to bring me to climax at any moment as it continues to slide happily into my ass. The feeling of being pulled from all sides continues to grow as I cry out, “Finish inside me!”
He now further quickens his pounding and I can feel myself almost blacking out again as the same phenomena I felt earlier repeats itself within me and I clench up smacking the table.
“Ahhh, you’re making me cum.” I howl like a wolf as he continues his relentless assault and finishes off half inside me and spraying the excess over my lower back. The warm liquid sprinkles over my skin and begins to slowly trickle down my back. He firmly holds himself inside me; completing my submission as he drains every ounce of his semen. Every muscle in my body now ceases to work as the blindfold is removed and he collapses on top of me kissing my upper back.
3. Appraisal
I collapse onto the floor and Marcus also has to take a seat on a nearby chair. His penis is quivering between his legs and is still semi erect. “Are you sure you are his legal advisor?” I ask.
Marcus laughs, “Yes, but I take care of all kinds of things.” Ricardo comes into the office,
“Hello guys, I feel like a drink. Why don’t you join me?” He says. Marcus gets up from his chair, “Sorry I have to go, there is a family engagement that I must get to.” We try to persuade him to stay, but he politely refuses. Marcus kisses me on the hand,
“It was nice to have met you. Let me know if there is anything you need. Thank you for staying with us here at Alvez incorporated.” He swiftly gathers up his clothes and leaves the office. Ricardo has poured out two glasses of wine and walks over to me. “Let’s make a toast to what I hope to be a long and prosperous relationship,” he suggests. I take a glass from his hand.
“We haven’t discussed my pay raise, nor my new holiday allowance,” I say confidently. He looks at me puzzled but then quietly nods to himself, “I give great rewards to those that are loyal. That is why I need you Tanya. You see, so many people are trying to screw me over in this cruel and immoral world.”
We stare at each other as we sip on the wine. This job isn’t all that bad and it certainly has its perks. No doubt that Ricardo will be will be thankful that I am now staying with him. However, finding a perfect sexual partner who knows how to pleasure you is extremely hard to do. Some could actually say that I have it all; money, sex, and well… is there really anything else that matters? Now that I have decided to stay, I will have to contact the other company and inform them of my change of heart. They will be angry at first, simply by the fact that I have wasted their time. But hey, that’s life! It is surely nice to be wanted!
THE END
Falling For A Kingpin
Cara sat staring out at the kids playing in the pool. She was dying to get out of the blazing sun, but in order to afford rent at the end of the month she had to soak up some more rays. More than she actually wanted to, all these worries were flashing through her head, top of the list was the dilemma between getting cancer from so much sunlight or paying rent. She had already had one late notice she was actively ignoring. The one thing in life with her mother had taught her was active avoidance of responsibilities.
Hell, she was her mother's story of active avoidance of responsibilities.
"Hey!" Simone called up to her, and she did the one thing they taught her not to do in lifeguard training - took her eyes off the pool and her squealing charges for just a moment. Simone handed her a bottle of water and she took a sip. She was really thirsty, but she had her heart set on one of Macky's full plate of ribs and not even a bottle of pressure agua was going to stop her from downing a plate like a pig.
Ok, well maybe that reference was a bit insensitive.
"I thought Zac was to relieve you an hour ago," Simone said. Cara could hear the annoyance in her voice but she didn't take that bait. She had got to a point of complete equanimity in her life, and as sure as tax, Zac was always going to be late.
"He will be here soon," she said returning her hawkeyed gaze to the children in the pool. She had been longing for a swim, a quiet one. People would be amazed at how little time life guards actually spend in the water. For her it was the horrible part to the job. Her mother had always called her a water baby, she had loved it from the first time, but this squealing lot was ruining it for her at the moment. She had come to the realization that children were really not her thing. They screamed constantly and made a mess of everything
The tiny humans only served one purpose in her life at the moment- helping her earn a paycheck.
"Knock, knock!" Zac slapped her chair minutes later. No, scratch that. It was an hour later that he broke her out of her reverie with the grin most women, including her, fell for. Well she had fallen for it, but now his smooth milky brown face and lazy smile just annoyed her every time. His chest was something most men envied and women dreamed about, but for her he was nothing but a reminder of her lack of proper judgement.
"Thanks Cara," he said smiling at her, offering her a hand down from her perch. She ignored it completely.
"If you are late one more day I am going to report you and take half your paycheck. This is not cool anymore," she jabbed him in the chest and walked away, with a silent Simone in tow.
They quickly took a wash off and Cara spent time shampooing her thick trusses before stepping out and hauling on her chosen ensemble for the day.
"Macky's here we come," she said nudging Simone playfully as they made their way out of the resort. It was Friday and they were both free tomorrow. This had been their Friday ritual for three years now, and they never got tired of Macky's ribs that made them gluttonous for one night every two weeks.
***
Joshua sat in his usual seat waiting on his plate of ribs to be serve. He had war on his mind and he watched his enemy with ire of the hunter in him. His business was his life and credibility and honesty were the makers of his trade. Any man, woman, boy or girl who could not comply with that could not do business with him. Even worst is the fact that if they thought to outsmart him with silly tricks, then came to him unremorseful, he would deal with them accordingly. He had no patience for folly, and people's emotions have no place in his bank account. This was something the man across from him would learn the hard way today. It wasn't so much that the man had stolen from him, it is that he had done so and then lauded it over his head when he thought no one was listening.
For that he would pay.
His men stationed at the door and milling around the crowded bar would make sure that the source of his ire did not leave without him knowing. In the meantime, Macky's plate of ribs deserved his undivided attention. He would worry about burning the calories off a tad bit later.
The jingle on the door chimes sounded over the music and he lifted his head with a single rib sticking out of his mouth to look at the two beauties who playfull
y nudged each other as they giggled through the door. He had seen them here before and if memory served correctly, it had been on the nights Macky served his ribs. He watched them take their seats admiring the smiles that never left their faces and when the source of his discontentment saw them the young man walked over and was giving a huge hug from both. Then to his utter dismay the beauties invited him to join them.
Enjoy your last meal, Joshua thought as he watched the back of the man's curly head. He was envisioning a bullet going through his skull.
Joshua knew he himself was no model citizen but the one thing he hated more than other crooks, were people who lied about it. Poetic justice is what most people would call it, but he had code. It made him predictable but without morals and codes, they were just a bunch of savages.
He finished up his ribs and ordered seconds, not sure where he was going to put it, and as he was finishing up with his second dish the young man got up and bid the beauties good bye. Had he known he had a bull’s-eye on his back Joshua was sure he would never have opted to use the back exit. His men looked at him and he gave the nod. Two of his men who had a penchant for pain without murder followed the man out, and as he left money on the table for his bill, he followed on there heels.