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    The Company Promotion


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The Company Promotion

Jim Bryan sat in his boss's office and listened to his boss as he
expounded the idea of expansion.

"So, you see, it?s going to work," his boss said. "We?ll start it next
week. And that?s what I wanted to let you know about. The expansion will
require an officer to be in charge. He?ll be promoted to a
vice-presidency, and that of course will involve quite a promotion in
both position and salary. So, I want to tell you that the officer will
come from this department; it?ll be one of you, Thompson or Macon or
you. None of you have seniority over the others?you?re all on the same
level, so it will be up to me to choose one among you to be the officer."


"Well, sir, whatever choice you make will be the best one," Jim said. "I
do want to be considered, but I know that you?ll make the choice that
you think is the best."

"Mm??yeah," his black boss grunted. He leaned back in his padded leather
chair and looked at Jim, studying him. "I?ll make the choice over the
weekend?by Monday anyway." He laid a hand between his legs on his
crotch. "You?re all about the same age, worked here about the same
length of time, and you?re all married. Tell me, you?ve been married,
what--three years?

"Yes, three years come next month."

"And, no kids yet, right?"

"Not yet."


"Your wife, Diana?right? She?s?what, twenty-five?"

"She?s twenty-six, three years younger than me."

"Ah?yeah. You?re a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out."

"Thank you, sir."

"Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don?t you." He swept his hand
over his crotch and rubbed it.

Jim didn?t know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no?not every night."

His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on
top, and portly and black. He suddenly said: "When are you going to
invite me to your home?"

Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I?well, whenever."

"Make it this weekend," his boss said.

"Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.


When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss
would be coming to their house, she was less than enthusiastic. "It?s
not the fact of entertaining your boss, and having him for dinner," she
said, "although that will be a hassle. It?s the fact that he is a lecher."

"A lecher?" Jim asked. "Well, I don?t know about that. All I do know is
that he?s considering me for a vice-presidency, quite a promotion in
both position and salary. And it?s not like I invited him over; he
really invited himself. But, regardless, it?s imperative that we
entertain him, and, yes, I?ll say it?impress him. It could very well
mean the difference in having him choose me."

"All right, dear," she said. "I know what the stakes are. It?s just that
I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a dirty old black man, that?s all."

"A dirty old man" Jim chuckled. "A lecher, huh?"

"Yes," she said. "You know what happened the last time he was here; at
that little gathering?last New Year?s. He made I don?t know how many
passes at me; his hands were all over me?gee. And, I don?t know?the way
he looks?he?s downright fat, bald, greasy?black?he?s a dirty old man."

"Well, I don?t know about that," he said. "All I know is he?s my boss
and he?s considering me for a promotion and we need to entertain him."

"Yes, dear," she said.


And entertain him they did. That weekend, Mr. Payne came to Jim?s house,
and they had dinner. Diana was aware of Mr. Payne ogling her all through
the dinner. Mr. Payne himself licked his lips and swept his hand over
his crotch as he eyed his employee?s wife. She was luscious, with
blondehair, blue eyes, curved and shapely figure, up thrust breasts,
plump rounded ass, long full legs, and wearing a short tight black
slipover dress. She was voluptuous. Mr. Payne?s black cock jerked and
swelled, getting hard. He wanted that pussy; he wanted to pump the meat
to her.


As they rose from the dining table to go into the living room, Mr. Payne
swept his hand over Diana?s rump, rubbing and squeezing the big soft
smooth mounds. And when they were in the living room, seated on the big
plush sofa and chairs, and Diana went to the kitchen to get more wine,
Mr. Payne offered to go with her to help her. There he came up behind
her and pressed his crotch upon her rump and slid his hands around to
her front and pressed and mashed her breasts. She felt his stiff fat
cock pressing against her ass, and his pudgy hands squeezing on her tits.


When Mr. Payne went to the bathroom, she spoke in a low voice to her
husband: "He?s pawing at me. He?s grabbing me."

"Oh, now, honey," her husband said. "Don?t make a big deal out of it."

"Don?t make a big deal out of it! My god, he?s practically raping me."

"Oh, now, come on. Look, you know what the deal is. I mean, he?s my
boss, it?s up to him if I get the officer ship. Come on, honey, you know
what that means."

"Yes, I know," she sighed.


Every time Diana turned around it seemed there was Mr. Payne, copping a
feel from her, rubbing her ass, squeezing her tits. When Jim went to the
bathroom and Diana was in the kitchen, here came Mr. Payne to press his
stiff fat prick on her rump and reach his hand under her dress and rub
her pussy.

Later on, when Jim discovered they were out of wine, Mr. Payne said:
"There?s a wine store nearby, isn?t there? I want some more of this." He
leered at Diana.

"I?ll go get some," Jim replied.

"Honey, do you need to?" Diana said.

"I?ll be back shortly, won?t take me long," he said, and he left.

"Well, Mrs. Bryan," Mr. Payne said. "You haven?t shown me your house.
Show me around?take me on a tour."

"Well?all right," she replied.

She led him down the hall.

"Here?s the den," she motioned to a room, "and right down here is the
study, and there is the guest room."

She halted in the doorway to the bedroom. Mr. Payne was right behind
her. "This is?uh?the bedroom."

"Yeah, I can see," Mr. Payne said. He suddenly moved up behind her,
wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch on her butt.


"Mr. Payne, don?t," she breathed out. He didn?t waste any time answering
her. He swept her around and pressed her to the wall, raking up her
dress, pulling down her panties, and unzipping his pants and hauling out
his prick.

"No, no," she gasped. He clutched her ass and heaved his prick up into
her pussy. He thrust his meaty black cock up her pussy, digging it in
without halting.

She squirmed and writhed and cried out: "No! Uh?.no!" But it was too
late; he was screwing his dick up and down her pussy.


"Oh god?.uh?ooh?.unh?oh" she breathed out in rising passion. He was
pumping the meat to her and it was beginning to feel so good to her. His
black cock was fat and stiff and so meaty, and he was fucking her pussy
full and deep.

She was getting turned-on. His fat prick fucking her pussy; his pudgy
body itself; his bald head; the fact that his groping and rubbing and
squeezing of her earlier had aroused her; and the fact that her husband
didn?t seem to care what his boss did to her?all these things combined
to get her hot and horny.


He thrust every inch of his fat cock up her pussy and she cried out and
wrapped her arms around his shoulders and locked her legs around his
hips. She began fucking him back, pumping her pussy to meet his fat dick.

He gave a mighty heave and pumped his prick deep in her pussy and spewed
cum. "Ah?umm?oh ?.ah, ?..yes??!" she gasped and panted and hunched as he
squirted her pussy full of cum.

By the time Jim got back with the wine, his wife and Mr. Payne were
seated in the living room as if nothing had happened.

Jim got the promotion, and he was happy; his wife was happy too; but Mr.
Payne was happiest of all, for he made it a point to go to Jim?s house
quite often when Jim was at work. There he fucked Jim?s wife, pumping
his fat prick in her luscious pussy. And she loved it.
























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