Title : The New Black Boss: Interracial Erotica, BBC
Author: Sasha Vogue




 

The New Black Boss

by

Sasha Vogue

 

Copyright 2018 Sasha Vogue

All Rights Reserved

 

All characters depicted are adults over the age of 21.

 

 

 

 

John strode through the office corridor, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed in terrible focus. People glanced up from their cubicles and quickly put their heads back down to their work. A young man from the mail room yelped and jumped out of the way as he stormed past. He was an imposing man, even when he wasn't in a volcanic rage. He hadn't let his height, well over six feet, his good looks, his muscular body rise, or most importantly, the fact that he was black, get in his way on his rise to the top. At thirty-three, he'd made Senior Vice President of West Coast Operations due to his drive, will, cunning, and above all, his no-nonsense attitude to business.

"Are you really going to go in there, Mister Krandall?" the plump office manager huffed as she struggled to keep up behind the huge man.

"I've heard enough of these rumors, Roberta," John said grimly. He stopped before the closed door at the end of the corner office. His junior Vice President hadn't been happy when he'd taken over the office from the old Senior VP. When that fat old man had retired, John had leaped at the chance to whip the West Coast office into shape. Heads had rolled, and but productivity was up twenty percent after only a month. It made him popular with the Board, but not so much with middle management. No matter, they'd thank him well enough when their bonuses came in at the end of the year.

"Quite right," the middle aged Roberta nodded and handed John the office keys. She was one of the few people who seemed to have warmed to John on his arrival. Things had gotten rather slip-shod around the office, but some people appreciated his attempts to run a tighter ship.

"Thank you, Roberta. I can handle it from here," John nodded as he took the keys. He adjusted the fine wool of the gray wool suit hugging his muscular frame. There was no need to square his shoulders. His posture, as always, was impeccable.

"I'll just wait in my office," the portly office manager said faintly before gliding back the way they had come.

John didn't knock. He didn't want to give Stephen Vance and his secretary any chance to put themselves in order. The office scuttlebutt said they spent at least an hour a day canoodling in his office. If true, they were not only stealing the company's time and lowering productivity, but that kind of behavior could wreck office morale. There was a very good reason it was against company policy. Moving quickly, he unlocked the door, stepped boldly inside, and shut it behind him.

Vance was the number two guy on the West Coast, and naturally he had an office fitting his station. It was a huge corner affair, with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city and a mahogany desk that could serve as the deck of an aircraft carrier, if the need arose. At the moment, it served a far less noble purpose.

"Steve!" the woman stretched out atop the desk gasped, her blue eyes wide. Every stitch of her clothes lay in a little pile on the floor. Rebecca was her name, a tall, gorgeous, buxom woman ten years John's junior. She had pouty lips, long, blonde hair, and a penchant for tight pencil skirts and sky-high heels. She lay on the desk on her belly, facing the door, with her ass hanging just over the edge and her impressive breasts pressed against the desktop.

"Yeah, I know you like it from behind, you dirty slut!" the handsome man behind her said. He was fit, dark, and as cocky as he was he was well-dressed, at least normally. He wasn't well-dressed at the moment, of course. Buck naked with his hairy, tan chest glistening with sweat, he plowed into his secretary from the rear, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Vance!" John barked. His deep voice rumbled like an earthquake, and he knew just how to use it to make people leap. Especially milquetoast white boys like Stephen Vance.

"Holy shit!" the man yelped in shock. He stumbled back, and John narrowed his eyes as his naked cock, wet with young Rebecca's juices, slapped up against his toned belly.

"For God's sake, put on some pants! No one wants to see that tiny little thing!" John sneered. Stephen wasn't exactly small, but it amused him to belittle him.

"What are you doing here, John?" he very nearly squealed as he bent to pull up his shorts and pants from around his ankles. He fumbled with the zipper. It wasn't easy zipping up one's trousers over a throbbing erection, after all.

"On a first name basis, are we, buddy?" John crossed his arms over powerful chest and glowered fiercely at the young man.

"No, Mister Krandall," he corrected himself. He actually looked sheepish.

"And you! Rebecca Jones, isn't it?" John cleared his throat loudly. "Don't you think you'd better get dressed?"

"Yes, Mister Krandall!" the young woman scrambled off the desk. John smirked, making a point to cock his head to the side and make a show of getting an eyeful of young Mr. Vance's lover. She was tall, fashion model tall. She didn't have a fashion model body, though. She had the toned thighs and belly, and rounded breasts and ass of a bikini model. Quite the piece of ass indeed.

"So what gives? Why did you barge in here?" Stephen seemed to be noticing his boss's glances. Vance looked like a whiny bitch, the way he was frowning.

"Violation of the company fraternization policy is no small matter, Vance," John reminded him. He had to tear her eyes away from the young blonde as she pulled her pantyhose up her graceful legs.

"So? Sizemore overlooked it. You should too. Happens in every office. Hell, you should get a little office toy of your own and you'd feel a lot better about it," Stephen's cocky look was back. John didn't like it one bit.

"Consider yourself on vacation for the next two weeks. I'll have to discuss with the Board what to do with you." John snorted and jerked his head toward the young woman hurriedly putting on her clothes. "In this day and age, you're inviting a law suit. Women aren't office toys. We'll have to have many meetings with Miss Jones here, to determine if there was any abuse of power on your part. If there was, I wouldn't count on either I or the Board of Directors giving you much support at all."

"Abuse of power?" Stephen scoffed. "We've been dating for six months!"

"Rebecca, is this true?" John turned to the secretary, more than a little disappointed in her.

"It's true, Mister Krandall," she said breathlessly as she buttoned up her bright red blouse. "He's my boyfriend."

"Well, well. That probably clears you of any legal trouble, Stephen," John said thoughtfully. "But, of course, both of you may in trouble now, as far as company policy goes."

"Come on! So we're in a relationship, what does it matter?" Stephen objected.

"Please, Mister Krandall! I'd hate for this to turn into a black mark on my resume!" Rebecca pleaded. She slipped into her five-inch stilettos and moved to John's side. John liked sexy shoes as much as the next guy, but they were a bit much for the office. They were probably Vance's idea. Her bottom lip trembled nervously.

"Fine!" John threw up his huge, black hands. "But we're transferring you, Miss Jones. As long as you don't work directly under Stephen and formally disclose your relationship, I'll make sure you're in the clear."

"We probably should have done that a long time ago," the man sighed.

"Yes, you should have," John grumbled. "That's why you're taking those two weeks I mentioned. Without pay."

"But that's not fair!" he protested. Privileged white like him could be such bitches when they didn't get their way. His whiny voice grated on him.

"The hell it isn't. Don't tell me you weren't bending her over your desk for months before you took her on a real date. I know your type, Vance!" he growled. The frightened look in his eyes was all the confirmation John needed.

"But what about the South Dam project?" Vance wondered, rather desperate now. "I've been handling it for almost a year and we're so close to finishing!"

"It's okay, Steve," Rebecca reassured him. "I've got all the final drafts done and I know the details even better than you do."

"Oh, do you?" John grinned. Rumors of their love affair weren't the only thing he'd heard about Stephen Vance. They also said his secretary was the one who actually did most of the work on his projects, and knew them back to front.

"Yes, Mister Krandall!" Rebecca said eagerly. John knew she was grasping for anything that would make her seem more valuable to the company. She was worried for her career, no doubt.

"Well, that's good news. I'll take over the South Dam myself, and you can help me. I haven't found a new Executive Assistant yet. How would you like a promotion, Miss Jones?" John favored the slender woman with one of his rare, enormous smiles. The girl was sexy as could be, and it was easy to forget that she was young, and most likely more than a little naive. A man like Stephen Vance, powerful, successful and handsome, not to mention nearly ten years older, would have seduced her all too easily. He hoped she'd outgrow him. Perhaps he could help the young woman do just that.

"Oh! I'd like that very much! Thank you so much, Mister Krandall!" Rebecca gushed.

"Great, stealing my secretary," Stephen griped under his breath.

"Yes, she's all mine now," John chuckled, his voice rumbling. "At work, anyway. Best you remember that, while you're on unpaid leave."

"Fine!" Stephen threw up his hands in defeat.  "If I'm going on a forced vacation, I'd like to take my girlfriend with me."

"No dice. I need her here for the project, remember?" John shook his great bald head.

"I should have known you'd be trouble," he said sourly.

"You'll do fine if you learn to straighten up your act, Vance. There's a new boss in town!"

***   ***   ***

John sighed as he leaned back in his big leather chair. A week of working with Rebecca on the project had taken a toll on his energy reserves. There had been a lot to catch up on, but the buxom blonde seemed to have all the facts, all the answers. John thought he could have left the whole thing in the young woman's hands, if he'd wanted to. She was an exceptionally bright girl, and the most efficient assistant John had ever had. With Stephen out of town visiting his family, John had kept the young woman late every night, and the two of them had accomplished far more than polishing off that one outstanding project.

That wasn't what had sapped John's strength, however. He'd wondered if Rebecca would start dressing more conservatively, now that she had a boss who wasn't using her as an office toy, as he'd called her. Instead, she'd worn the same tight skirts and short dresses each day, complete with those tall, sexy heels. She was always well-manicured and wore the most alluring spicy perfume. John groaned as he remembered the moment last week when she'd come into his office to find her assistant bent over the desk to peer at several spread sheets laid out before her. Her round, bubbly bottom had looked oh-so inviting with her cream skirt molded around her curves.

John knew he had to be careful, but after being around that sensual young woman all day, he needed to relieve the pressure. Two or three times during the week he'd had to sneak off to his office by himself and take care of the powerful need surging between his muscular loins. He was cautious about it, of course. He didn't want to fit too easily into people's sick stereotypes.

The huge man pulled off his tailored jacket and leaned back in his chair. He liked the look and feel of three-piece suits, and so he unbuttoned his waistcoat as well. Old fashioned, to be sure, but they suited his herculean body, and lent him an air of authority. He slowly unzipped his fly and rubbed his huge hand over the bulging front of his plaid boxers.

John Krandall rarely had time to date. Between putting in long hours at work, then a couple more at the gym, he barely had time to eat and sleep, let alone chase women. When he did find a chance to date, though, he preferred white women. He always had. Not only did he find them more attractive, but much more willing to let go of their inhibitions in bed. It never made his family very happy, when he'd bring home a white girl, but they'd gotten used to it.

He rubbed the heavy bulge in his shorts for a moment before pushing the waistband down and hauling out his massive black cock. He grinned to no one in particular as he stroked himself to his full jaw-dropping size. He never knew he was gifted, until he started playing foot ball in school and compared himself to his mostly white classmates. He almost felt pity for the poor bastards, but saved his compassion for deprived white women, as a general rule. Especially blonde white women, like young Rebecca Jones.

Memories of his assistant naked on Vance's desk filled his mind as he stroked himself slowly. That Stephen Vance was one lucky peckerwood! Did he truly deserve to run his hands over her? Was he good to her? Did he earn the right to fill her undoubtedly tight pussy? John grunted loudly as his big, chocolate balls began to ache. It was only the beginning, of course. He had stamina to match his size, and he knew he had a long haul ahead of him to get off. He grinned. Few white women complained about that fact, though it did make it rather time consuming to rub one out at the office!

"Mister Krandall, I have the final papers on the workload analysis- Oh MY GOD!" Rebecca said as she hustled into the room, her pretty face buried in a stack of papers. Her big blue eyes were frozen on John's lap as he sprawled on his chair, his giant fist pumping up and down a veritable pillar of coal-black cock.

"Rebecca! Shit! Close the door!' John commanded urgently. It was bad enough that he'd forgotten to lock up, but with the door hanging open anyone at all could walk by!

"What?" Rebecca stared at him, looking like someone had smacked her on the head from behind with a big, heavy club.

"Either get out or get in, but close that door!" John barked as he pulled his chair up under the desk. He rested his hands on the desktop, panting and trying to ignore the aching throb of his huge erection rubbing against the underside of the desk. He could feel the sweat beading on his bald scalp.

"Sorry!" Rebecca whispered quickly. She paused for a moment on the the threshold before making her decision. She closed the door and turned, leaning against it.

"Can't a man have any decent alone time?" John wondered irritably. His wide nostrils flared as he ogled his gorgeous assistant. She wore a silvery top and a black pleated skirt that day. No hose, but her slender legs were tan and smooth and hardly needed them. A waft of her alluring perfume hit John's nose, and he had to force his hands to stay still on the desk.

"Gosh, I didn't mean to interrupt," Rebecca chewed on her plump bottom lip. She looked embarrassed, but intensely curious too. "Did I just see what I thought I saw?"

"Yes," John admitted. She didn't like feeling vulnerable like this, exposed. She could easily report him and he'd be no better off than Vance. “I really thought the door was locked.”

"Oh," Rebecca blushed. “That just really took me by surprise!” She didn't seem overly upset, let alone shocked or offended. That was something.

“Most white girls say that!” he chuckled.

"That's funny,” she smiled shyly. “I'm not prejudiced or anything, but I've never seen, um, well you know, a black guy like that," she was trying really hard to be nonchalant about it. John could have kissed her for that. The thought of kissing her didn't help his boner get any less hard, however.

"Thanks, Rebecca. Say, uh, could you do me a small favor?" John's normally assertive voice, gravely and rich, lowered to a deep hush.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm not a blabbermouth," Rebecca said solemnly.

"Thanks," John nodded and met the woman's sparkling blue eyes. She really was a sweet young girl. She looked so delicate and slender , yet wonderfully curvaceous in her outfit. His deep brown eyes narrowed, were Rebecca's nipples getting hard under her blouse?

"I'll just be going, sorry to interrupt!" Rebecca said nervously. She turned, but seemed to be taking her time about it.

"That wasn't the favor I was going to ask, actually."

"Oh? How can I help you, Mister Krandall?" Rebecca asked breathlessly over her shoulder.

"Two things. First, call me John, when it's just the two of us. We've been working together very closely and it seems odd to not be on a first-name basis. I don't see that changing any time soon, either. You're worth your weight in gold!"

"Well, thank you!" Rebecca beamed in pride. She took her hand off the door knob and stepped further into the room. "Working with you has been a real learning experience for me, Mister- I mean, John!"

"Pleasure is all mine," John panted. "And the other thing, could you, er, watch my door for about an hour? I really need to take care of some... personal matters. I don't want anyone else knocking on my door, or coming in unannounced."

"An hour?" Rebecca guffawed.

"Sorry, it can take me a rather long time," John winked. He wasn't exaggerating.

"Don't your hands get tired?" the young woman gave her a rather sly look. She kept glancing down, as if hoping to get another peek at John's black penis. Perhaps she was.

"Hell yes they do!," John barked a sudden laugh. Rebecca turned and locked the door, before coming back to the desk. John watched her every move, feeling like he could cum in a lot less than an hour if this kept up. He took a deep breath and took a chance. "I'm so big, a lot bigger than Stephen. It can be hard to get enough stimulation," he explained.

"I kind of saw that, but you moved so fast I really didn't get a good look," Rebecca said as she leaned over the desk. “Is that a black guy thing like they say?”

“Yes,” John nodded, glancing at her chest. “But I'm blessed even then.”

“Oh sounds like a double dose!” she giggled naughtily. Her deep, lightly tanned cleavage looked very nice to John indeed. He wanted to rip that silk blouse right off her and take a better look. He shouldn't, though. He'd be as bad as Stephen Vance if he did. Worse, actually. The young woman had a boyfriend!

"You should probably go," John forced himself to say. It took all of his will to make those words escape his lips. But it was the right thing to do. "I'm your boss, Rebecca. And you've got your Stephen Vance," he frowned as he said the other man's name.

"All right, John," Rebecca slumped. "You're right though. I was just curious, is all," she blushed as she said it. She was clearly more than curious.

"Don't forget to watch my door. Just tell them I'm in a conference call!" John said in a rush.

"Sure thing, John! You can count on me!" Rebecca said. She left quickly after that, her round ass swaying seductively as she went. The image burned itself in John's mind. When the door clicked shut, it took him a lot less than an hour to bring himself to a roaring, messy, cum.

***   ***   ***

John stopped on the threshold of Stephen Vance's office door when he heard the man and his sweet girlfriend arguing in hushed voices. The smarmy white boy had returned weeks ago, and his department was quickly falling apart without Rebecca there to cover all his work for him. John was about to deliver a performance ultimatum, and the thought of doing so filled him with perverse joy.

He was a black man who preferred white women, but that didn't mean she hated white guys. He got along with most of them just fine, especially since most seemed too intimidated by him to give him too much grief. In general, he found them to be level-headed team players, if a bit entitled.

No, he despised Stephen Vance for other reasons than his race. Vance was sloppy with the rules. He was a good salesman, to be sure, and that had pushed him up the corporate ladder. John reminded himself of the Peter Principle. That white boy was definitely promoted to his level of incompetence. More than that, Rebecca, sexy, whip-smart Rebecca, was his girlfriend.

He'd thought herself above petty jealousy, but he couldn't say the man's name without injecting the words with venom. Over the weeks and months, he'd grown closer and closer with his young assistant. She was simply brilliant, perhaps the smartest person John had ever met. If she hadn't dropped out of college and jumped into the workforce to support herself, she'd be an MBA and on the fast track to executive in no time. More than that, she was kind, funny, and very open minded. She seemed to have mercy and kind words for everyone she met. She deserved a hell of a lot better than a vain pretty boy like Vance.

They'd become friends, though John couldn't help but want more. Every day Rebecca worked late without complaint. Thanks to her skills, John's work got done ahead of schedule every time. The young woman often had ideas to contribute as well. But she still wore those same sexy heels, those same tight skirts. John found himself needing "alone time" in his office every single day. Rebecca smiled knowingly and guarded his door faithfully without a word.

"I'm sorry, Steve!" Rebecca said earnestly as John listened in through the cracked door. "It's just that I'm only twenty-four and I'm not really sure I'm ready for marriage."

"Oh. Maybe you just don't love me," Stephen suggested pathetically. Just like him to try that passive-aggressive bullshit!

"I do love you, Steve!" Rebecca pleaded. There was a pause. "Yes, Steve, I'll marry you. But can we at least have a long engagement?"

"Fine! That's fine!" the man sounded utterly relieved. As well he might. "Come give me a kiss, baby!"

"Oh Steve, I'm sorry for hesitating!" Rebecca sounded guilty. Only a chump would make his woman feel that way! There was another silence, presumably as he pawed her body and kissed her.

"Sure. I'll get over it, tonight. We'll celebrate at that little restaurant you like!" Stephen said smugly. John couldn't stand it any longer.

"Do you have that Fergusen file ready, Vance? You're three days late as it is!" he demanded as she barged into the room. A coworker had once described him as a steamroller on steroids. The woman had meant it as an insult, but John took it as a compliment. He was going to roll right over that greasy, manipulative asshole!

"What? Shit! You again!" Vance rolled his eyes. He snapped the empty ring box closed and slammed it in a drawer. John glanced to Rebecca and his sharp brown eyes noticed the gaudy pink diamond ring glittering on her finger. It had probably cost a fortune. Even so, it looked cheap.

"Watch your mouth, Vance! You're already on my list. Don't think I haven't noticed what's been going on here. Without Rebecca you're as useless as tits on a bull! I'm tempted to recommend to the Board that they eliminate your position, or promote Miss Jones to it!" he put his hands on his hips and stared the smaller man down.

"Sorry, Mister Krandall," Vance said softly, though his dark eyes barely contained his fury.

"Not sorry enough," he snorted. "Consider yourself on notice. One more project comes in late from your department and you'll be collecting unemployment. In the mean time, I need my assistant. Rebecca!"

"Yes, John?" Rebecca snapped to attention. She glanced between them, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Still, a quirk of a smile was playing on her plump lips.

"We'll need to finish the Fergusen project ourselves. Think we can knock it out by close of business?"

"Shouldn't be a problem, John," Rebecca shrugged. John was asking for a lot, he knew, but the young woman took it stride. As always.

"You! I want an essay on my desk in the morning. Make a case for yourself and your continued employment with this company. And it better be good!" he wagged a huge, brown finger at the man before turning his back. He took Rebecca's hand and pulled her along, not giving the couple any more time together. Rebecca came along quietly, and they heard Stephen swearing to himself in his office as they left him.

"You're quite, um, something, when you're angry, John!" Rebecca said breathlessly as they reached his own office. "Remind me never to get on your bad side!"

"I can't imagine that you would ever do such a thing, Rebecca" John smiled. "Do you really think we can get Fergusen done today?"

"I've done most of it already," Rebecca nodded with a blush.

"Vance had you helping him didn't he?" John snorted.

"Yeah, he's not very good at that kind of thing."

"Remind me, what is he good at?" John snapped, but winced as he said it. He didn't want to be too mean in front of the girl. She was going to marry the lucky bastard, after all.

"Lot's of things!" Rebecca said stoutly. "Like, um..." she trailed off.

"I didn't mean to put you on the spot, Rebecca," John patted the young woman's arm. "I'm sure he's he's good to you and treats you right."

"Yes, that's it," Rebecca said quickly, but her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"So, the Fergusen file?" John cleared his throat.

"Oh, let me go get it. Between the two of us we can probably get it done by three!" Rebecca said eagerly, clearly glad to change the subject.

"Outstanding!" John replied.

***   ***   ***

"Two forty-five! How do you like that?" John laughed as he saved the files and hit the send button on his computer.

"We make a good team, John! You've taught me so much!" Rebecca said happily from her chair beside his.

"Only because you learn so fast! You're like the proverbial sponge! In five years, you'll be my boss!" John laughed. It hadn't been easy to concentrate with the slender woman's shoulders rubbing against his for several hours, but he'd managed. His lingering anger and jealousy of Vance certainly helped. He did his best work when pissed off.

"I don't know about all that! I don't have your leadership ability. You're like, a force of nature or something!" Rebecca gushed.

"Maybe that's why we make such a good team, as you said. My willpower and your amazing cleverness! We're unstoppable!" John put her arm around the slim woman without thinking about it. Was he being too familiar?

"I like that, John," Rebecca sighed happily and leaned into him, her head resting on John's braswny shoulder.

"Say, if you want, you can go on home. I know you and Stephen were planning on celebrating. I'm sorry that I interrupted that, earlier," John said softly.

"No, it's okay. He just caught me off guard with that god-awful ring," Rebecca pushed herself back up. She looked troubled.

"It was a bit much, wasn't it?" John chuckled. "And too soon, I bet. You've only been dating, what, eight months?"

"Yep, eight months and two weeks, to be exact," Rebecca nodded slowly.

"You don't look happy about it," John observed.

"Oh, he's fun enough. When he isn't obsessing over his looks or so desperate to please you. He really tries very hard, you know."

"He doesn't show it!" John snorted.

"Yeah, he's kind of, well... He's not very bright," Rebecca blushed.

"Poor guy," John said with a laugh. "Maybe you should go home and help him with that essay I made him write. I can be an asshole sometimes," he added ruefully.

"Kinda," Rebecca giggled. "But I don't want to go home."

"Hmm, well, I was hoping to get a little of my alone time," John said. "I suppose you could guard my door?"

"I don't want to do that, either."

"Oh," John said thoughtfully. Rebecca had never refused a request before, and she wondered why she'd done so this time. "What do you want to do?"

"I need to make a decision, and I need your help," Rebecca turned to face him, her big blue eyes looked wet.

"Whatever you need, Rebecca," John said carefully, afraid she might suddenly burst into tears.

"I think I may lied to Stephen today. I still have feelings for him, but I don't know if I really do love him any more," the busty blonde said.

"Oh. You probably shouldn't lead him on, then." John's heart thudded in his chest.

"I shouldn't. But," Rebecca shrugged. "There may be someone else. I just don't know about... this person, though."

"What don't you know about him?" John asked, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"I don't know if he's, well, interested in white women. He's black you see," Rebecca looked away shyly, her slim hands running up and down her black pencil skirt nervously.

"Why wouldn't he be interested in a beautiful young woman like you? You're going places, Rebecca, I know it. And you've got a great heart." John put his around her assistant again. "Why do you think I have to have so much alone time?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean that you go to my head, Rebecca. You get me hot and bothered, and I need to clear that out of my mind every day just to be able to function! Unless this other black guy of yours is blind, I bet he feels the same way!"

"He's you," Rebecca said quickly. They stared into each others eyes for a long, pregnant moment before they both leaned in at the same time. Their lips met and locked in a deep, passionate kiss. John groaned lustily as he poured weeks of pent-up desire into that kiss. He pushed his thick tongue into the girl's mouth, he sucked and nibbled at her lips, then pulled her own tongue past his thick lips.

"You're too God damn hot," John whispered urgently. “I want you.”

"I want you too," Rebecca nodded.

“My lucky day!" John chuckled. He kissed her again, but this time he didn't keep his hands idle at his sides. He deftly unbuttoned the young woman's white blouse, pushing the fabric aside. His thick fingers worked with surprising dexterity, unfastening her bra effortlessly. He pulled back from the kiss to admire her chest.

"What?" Rebecca licked her lips as the big black man stared at her bosom.

"You've got the most amazing tits I've ever seen!" John licked his fat, brown lips at the sight of the younger woman's huge, firm, round breasts. On her model-like figure, they seemed even bigger, dominating her trim waist. Despite their size, they looked firm and tight. Her areolas were small and pale pink, with long thick nipples poking right up at his face. They looked like little candies, and John slurped them up hungrily.

"Oh that feels so nice!" Rebecca moaned. She squirmed on her chair as John lavished her big breasts with sucks and kisses and love bites. John shuddered as the young woman ran her hands over his smooth bald head, lightly dragging her manicured nails over his scalp.

"I could just devour every bit of you!" John grinned.

"That makes two of us!" Rebecca said. "I mean, I could eat you up, too!"

"Did you remember to lock the door, this time?" John asked with a chuckle.

"I did."

"Good! You've got me so hard, I'd never be able to hide it!"

"Show me!" Rebecca demanded breathlessly. She pushed her chair back and waited, holding her breath. John felt like indulging her, but not so much that he wouldn't make her wait just a little.

"I'll show you everything," John promised with a growl. He shucked off his jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Unlike Rebecca, she needed to wear a bra every day. All his time at the gym had sculpted his body into ebony perfection. He flexed his powerful chest muscles and turned so she could admire his deep, chocolate brown skin stretching over his powerful arms and six-pack abs.

"Oh Gosh, you're amazing, Mister Krandall!" Rebecca said as John showed off for her.

"Not even my best feature!' John beamed. He took his sweet time unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper before he pulled his tailored slacks down to his ankles. He kicked them away and stepped out of his fine Italian loafers. His legs were pillars of mahogany, rippling with power. His tight boxer-briefs seemed ready to shred from the pressure his enormous bulge put on them.

"I can see that!" Rebecca giggled. She fixed her sapphire eyes between John's legs. The muscular black man rubbed his shorts for a moment before moving to stand right before her pretty young assistant.

"Take them off. I know you've been dying to get a look at me, at all of me, since the day you caught me playing with myself!" John said, his voice low and full of need.

"How did you know?" Rebecca nodded. Her hands trembled as they caressed his muscled thighs, creeping over his shorts and up to the waistband.

"Oh just a guess. I wasn't sure if it was more than just curiosity. Not until today anyway. Go ahead, take them off. You'll be surprised," John chuckled.

"Will I? I've gotten pretty used to Stephen. He's quite large, you know!" Rebecca teased. She may have been right about Vance. The man was larger than average, but John knew better. Vance was fairly big for a white guy. He himself was big for a black man, and that made a world of difference.

"Tiny," John scoffed. "Find out what a real man looks like!"

"So cocky!' Rebecca giggled. Her long, slender fingers toyed with the tight waistband of John's gray shorts. She gave them the tiniest of tugs, not quite pulling them down.

"You don't know the half of it!" John laughed. He crossed his meaty arms over his brawny chest and watched as the young woman pulled again, this time in earnest. She got the stretchy garment halfway down to John's knees before she stopped.

"Oh my Gosh!" the young woman leaned back, a hand flying to her mouth in surprise. John grinned. He knew that look. He'd seen it on more than one white woman's face. It was one thing to hear that maybe black men were bigger, but another to see just how much first hand!

"Did you forget what you saw the other day?" John chuckled. Her cock was only half-hard, but already it was easily as big as Vance's hard on. The skin was a deep, dark umber from the small tuft of hair at the base to the wrist-thick, milk chocolate head at the end.  It hung heavily over his bloated brown balls, each the size of a lemon, at least.

"I must have!" Rebecca nodded. She licked her lips as her hands seemed to move of their own accord. Her fingers wrapped around John's girth, that gaudy pink engagement ring sparkling with the afternoon light. Blood pumped into the plump shaft, making it stiffen and swell even larger.

"I can feel your heartbeat," Rebecca said in hushed awe as she used both hands to lift and stroke that big black cock. Slowly, inch by inch, it grew. The silky skin stretched around the tough flesh beneath as it inflated to steely hardness. John had never bothered to measure it. He figured that with size like his, a number would just diminish it.

"That feels good, Baby" John sighed. He rocked on his heels as he watched his assistant pump her hands up and down his throbbing mahogany shaft.

"Do you think it would fit in my mouth?" the girl suggested coyly. "I mean, that's got to feel better than your hands, or even mine!"

"Great idea! You're always so clever, Rebecca! Go ahead and give it a try if you think it will help me!" John grinned broadly. He did like the way the girl played!

"Like this?" the young blonde bent over on the chair, bringing her plump lips to the flaring brown head. She sucked against the tip for a moment before opening her mouth with a loud, purring moan. John's cock was simply too fat to simply slip inside, no matter how much the young woman opened her sexy mouth. The curvy blonde strained to open wide enough, and pushed her head forward, forcing the tip in over her tongue. Her thick, red lips snapped into a tight ring just below the head, leaving a deep red lipstick print. She began to suck at it like John's cock was a huge, fleshy fudgcicle.

"Fuck yes, that does feel a lot better," John grunted happily. Hee reached down and stroked the girl's head as she began to bob up and down. Their eyes met and John gave her a grateful smile. He pulled out Rebecca's hair pins, letting her long, golden blonde hair loose.

"Your cock is almost too big," the young woman panted. She smacked her lips and went for a second helping, pushing her lips even further down. She moved past her lipstick mark, going deeper and deeper. John grunted through clenched teeth as he felt his cock head nudge against the back of the young woman's throat.

"Careful, you'll hurt yourself!" John's narrow brown eyes went wide as the young woman swallowed the tip of his cock. Her throat squeezed at his cock head like it was trying to choke it. Her throat's hot muscles rippled down his ebony shaft as the girl pulled her even deeper. A few had managed to get a little into their throats, but none as far as his lusty young assistant.

"My God, Baby! You''ve got skills!" John cried in genuine awe. Rebecca slurped and bobbed, gobbling more and more of his cock by the minute. Her throat worked non-stop, milking his shaft as the woman swallowed around him repeatedly. Her lips and tongue worked too, licking and munching at his shaft as it passed back and forth. After a good ten or fifteen minutes, the young woman did the impossible, and pushed her pretty face right up against John's iron-hard abs.

"Shit, that's good!" John growled, bouncing on the balls of his feet. His huge brown nuts swayed as he moved, bumping the woman's chin. He didn't know how long he could stand the incredible pleasure. He held on tight to Rebecca's slim shoulders as he hunched slightly over her. His huge muscles tensed as John did his best not to lose his load too soon.

"Wow," Rebecca coughed as she pulled up for air some time later. She pushed a strand of hair from her big blue eyes and grinned up at John. "Either you have really good self control or I'm the worst fellatrix in the world!"

"You and I both know that isn't true!" John laughed. "I just don't want to bust my nut too quick like a white boy!"

"Don't worry! You're already doing better than them! But I want to taste your cum," Rebecca said. "Just let loose and give it to me, okay?" Rebecca didn't wait for an answer. She swooped back down, sucking John to the root in one smooth motion. She moved faster than before, working her tongue and lips and even her grasping, swallowing throat furiously. Her hands clutched at him, scratching his powerful rump with her manicured nails as she bobbed faster and faster. She added a powerful suction to the onslaught, and the pleasure was simply too much even for the experienced black stud.

"Damn! Cumming!" he threw his bald head back and roared. His muscular ass rippled as he jabbed back and forth erratically. His huge balls tightened. His body tensed, and his cock fired the first shot deep into Rebecca's stomach. The girl moaned and slowly pulled back, pulling against her own powerful suction until she caught the last, heavy spurt of John's thick load across her tongue.

"You taste wonderful," Rebecca murmured, licking her lips and savoring the salty tang.

"Fuck, Girl! My knees are weak," John noted, laughing at himself. He fell back onto his chair with a deep sigh of satisfaction. His broad chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. His cock throbbed, still fully hard and covered in a thick layer of spit and cum.

"I've never sucked a black guy before, John," Rebecca moaned. "I could get very, very used to it!"

"You're too good to me," John grinned weakly. His brown eyes smoldered with renewed lust as he admired his half naked assistant. "Get that skirt off. In fact, get everything off," he growled.

"Oh! Is it my turn?" Rebecca giggled. She kicked off her shoes and hopped to her bare feet. In moments she stripped her short, tight skirt and panties. John took a moment to admire her flat belly, her womanly hips, and the full length of her long, long legs before standing himself and pushing the young woman onto the desk.

"You're damn right!" John said. Though his cock was throbbing urgently, he had other plans. Plans that included his mouth making its introductions with the girl's tight, white, utterly bald little pussy. He groaned into the delicate folds as his lips made contact. She was steaming wet, and tasted just like heaven.

"Oh God yes, eat me, John!" Rebecca whimpered. She spread her long legs wide, her delicate toes, the nails painted deep red, curled in pleasure. John was tempted to suck them, but instead focused on the girl's firm little clit. He flicked at the little nub quickly, making the woman scream. He dipped down and slithered his long, fat tongue into her tight little pussy, savoring her tangy juices. He looked up at the woman's massive, wobbling breasts as he feasted away.

He loved pussy. He loved the way it looked. Loved the way it tasted. He loved to kiss it and lick it and make women scream. Most of all, He loved to stuff it. He pulled his long, wiggling tongue from Rebecca's snatch and focused like a laser on her tiny button of pleasure. Rebecca gasped and thrashed on the desktop.

"God, right there, yes, yes!" she squealed. Her perfectly round ass rose off the desk, and John took a firm grip of the girl's hips to steady her. He didn't let up, licking at her swollen clit harder and faster and until the wave of Rebecca's screaming orgasms finally subsided.

"You're so incredibly hot, Babe," John groaned as he stood up. He licked her lips, loving the lingering taste of pussy on his mouth.

"I've never been licked with such... enthusiasm!" Rebecca panted. Her face was flushed, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Just like John's cock felt just then.

"We're just getting started," John didn't give the girl any more time to recover herself. He stepped up, one hand on the girl's tiny waist, the other wrapped around the root of his cock. He guided himself between those wet, pink lips. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he jabbed more than half of his mighty black cock into the woman.

"Fuck!" Rebecca yelped, her eyes going wide once more. Her pussy was even tighter than her throat had been, and incredibly silky around him.

"That's right. Fuck." John grinned and pushed the girl's squirming ass back down onto the desktop. He pulled back an inch or so, then slammed in again. Two pumps was all it took. As the leggy young blonde shrieked in pleasure, John sank his gigantic cock down to the balls inside her.

"So fucking BIG!" Rebecca gasped, staring down at her busty lover in awe. “I guess blacker really is better!” she said jokingly, but the lust in her eyes was deadly serious.

"You know it. What can I say? We're blessed!" John winked. He could be as arrogant as Stephen fucking Vance, with much more justification! He pulled back slowly, loving the feeling of the girl's pussy lips dragging across his cock. He felt the rim around his cock head tug against Rebecca's tight inner lips, and he reversed her stroke. The head of his cock plunged deep, not stopping until he pressed hard against the back wall of her stretched pussy.

"Oh, oh OH!" Rebecca shook her head. Her whole body quaked, making those giant tits of hers jiggle from side to side. John grinned and pounded the back of her pussy again. Then again. The girl had clearly never been penetrated so deeply before. And judging by how amazingly tight she was, never had had anything other than little white cocks in her.

"Do you like it? Do you like big black cock?" John taunted. He spread his legs wider, planting his huge feet into the carpets as he fucked his pretty assistant as hard as he'd ever fucked anyone in his life.

"Yes, I fucking love it! I love black cock!" Rebecca cried in ecstasy. She spread her arms wide on the desk, knocking off John's pen set as she braced herself for those powerful thrusts. She opened her legs wider, and John fucked even faster.

"Yeah, your pussy is so good!" John panted. He gave it everything he had. He watched Rebecca's huge breasts wobbled to and fro, her long nipples hard as pebbles. His own muscular rump began to burn with the effort of keeping up the pace. It was his second hard on, though, and he was confident he could go long enough to turn the younger woman's mind to jelly long before he lost control himself.

"So is your cock!" Rebecca managed. She had a dopey smile on her face, and her blue eyes shone with passion. At once another orgasm took her and she screwed her eyes shut and screamed.

"So hot," John grunted as he watched the busty young woman squirm and tense and respond to his brutal thrusts. He pulled Rebecca's legs over her shoulders, hugging them to his muscular black body as he pounded her sloppy wet pussy. His ego swelled even larger than his cock as he fought tooth and nail against his own orgasm while bringing the young woman dozens. After what seemed like hours, he finally lost control.

"Cum in me, John," Rebecca whined as John grunted and his thrusts began to slow. The young girl was a ragged mess. Sweat slicked her body from head to toe. Her long blonde hair was frizzy and bedraggled. Her skin was flush and her eyes glazed. She was wearing out!

"Yes, take it, take my cum!" John whispered. He jabbed deep one last time. His cock pulsed, loosing its second hot load deep into the girl's abused pussy. They moaned in mutual ecstasy as Rebecca slipped her legs off John's shoulders and let them flop beside her.

"You're one hot girl, Rebecca! I want to fuck you all God damn day!" John sighed as he came to rest. His heavy body molded to the younger woman's curvy form, those huge tits mashing into his chest.

"I was thinking the same thing!" Rebecca said softly.

"What about Stephen?" John wondered.

"Who?" the blonde giggled. She pulled off the tacky engagement ring and tossed it right into the trash can. “I'm threw with pathetic white guys!”

"Baby, you and me are gonna go places," John laughed softly in her ear. “I think I'm going to have to transfer you to the 14th Street office, though.”

“What? Why?”

“Baby, I don't want to pull a Vance,” he chuckled. “We'll file with HR and do it right!”

“You're such a fucking MAN!” she cooed.

“Don't I know it!” he laughed. His cock twitched inside the woman's hot pussy. His cum coated his cock as it oozed out of Rebecca's ruined little pussy and dripped over his big black balls. Once again, their mouths met, and they kissed long and passionately before his need rose once more.

THE END