TITLE    : Tastes Like Candy
STORYID  : tastes-like-candy
SUMMARY  : Is there anything sweeter than forbidden love?
AUTHOR   : TheRealOnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2024-07-30
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating|age difference|bbc|older male|young woman|masturbation|humor|boss|romance|


-Who Can Take The Sunrise-

First off, let me just explain that my name isn't Candice; it's literally Candy. I understand the amusing irony of that given that I work at a candy shop (especially one that neither I or my parents own, for that matter). I didn't start working there because I had some lifelong dream to be a chocolatier, open a factory, and make dreams come true. I did it because I was a broke 19 year old who needed money to help pay the rent on the apartment I shared with my two room mates. I'd been dating my boyfriend Dallas for a few months at the time, but we weren't tight enough yet for him to either move in or help me make ends meet. Times have changed, and now we split a single bedroom place. It's been a year since I started, and while it's generally just a menial retail and stocking position, I don't think that I want to leave... not anytime soon anyway. Dallas jokes sometimes that I've turned into a full blown chocoholic from working there, and I try not to blush when I laugh, but he's not wrong. It all started a month after I first took the job.

-Sprinkle It With Dew-

"Thank you, miss." the chubby faced little boy said with a wide eye smile, excitedly grabbing his bag of chocolate raspberry drops, an excitement I totally understood; those things were the bomb.

"Yes, thank you so much... I love your hair, by the way." his mom said, giving me a smile and a wave as she escorted her little man out the shop's glass door.

I waved, but just smirked, as I've heard that a lot in my life. My hair is pretty short, and while it doesn't happen that much, I've been confused for a boy before by younger kids, or people not paying close enough attention. Once they catch a glimpse of the tits, that's usually enough to make them realize their mistake. I mean, they are pretty spectacular, I would know... I've seen myself naked in the mirror or more than a few occasions. But, it's my tomboyish clothes and haircut that make people feel like they have to constantly make compliments, as if I was brave, or bold, or... I don't know, some sort of rebel. I guess maybe they think I'm a lesbian or something, but no, I definitely love me some dick. Especially doggystyle, because I love how hard and rough guys can go in that position... but who knows, I also love having my pussy licked, so women aren't totally off the table. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked.

"Hey Candy, I need you to do me a favor." Rudy suddenly chimed in, making me jump a little.

"Shit, sorry... yeah, what's up?" I said, Rudy frowning because he didn't like my casual cursing in what he called a family place.

He wasn't really wrong, but the store was empty, and I knew that.

"Mr. Malik is supposed to be stopping by today, and we still haven't put up the new gumball machine, do you think you could wheel it out of the back?" Rudy said, looking at me with his somewhat ruddy and broad face, his buzzed hair always making me think of the mean kid from Home Alone.

"Uh, yeah... sure." I said, immediately annoyed that a burly boy such as himself wouldn't just go do it, but then remembering he was always saying he had carpal tunnel syndrome or some shit that made him the perfect supervisor... the kind who doesn't lift a finger.

"Thanks." he said, giving me a tight close lipped smile, standing there expectantly waiting for me to rush off and do it, which after an awkward pause, I did.

I walked away, and he checked out my ass. Standard affair. I'm not being vain, but I'm also not blind. Anyway, I got into the back room, which was stacked with boxes upon boxes of sweet delights I could have gorged on for weeks if I snuck one home, but I wasn't dumb enough for all that, tempting though it was. After a brief look around, I found the box I was looking for, an UNsurprisingly large box which had been SURprisingly loaded on a raised shelving rack.

"What the fuck is this..?" I couldn't help but comment, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

This wasn't some quick handcart grab, I had to figure out how to wrestle the big bitch down. But, I'm a modern woman, and I wasn't going to back down, deciding to show ol' Ruddy Rudy up front I was undaunted by his bullshit. I twisted it back and forth to walk it the edge, thinking I could just tip and slide it down, which DID actually work. However, modern or not, I AM still a woman, and that machine has a broad metal base that was far too heavy for me, and it almost immediately got out of control and started coming down towards me hard.

"Shit... nononono... FUCK!" I quickly shot out, hoping those wouldn't be my last words.

It probably wasn't nearly as dramatic as I make it out to be, but that fucking thing would have broken a lot more than my ego if it hit me. But, almost in an instant, I felt myself being moved aside, a strong arm wrapping around my waist to keep me from being knocked completely over, another one shooting up to catch the box, halting it almost in place. I was in complete shock, standing there in the hard muscled arms of my savior, a 50 something black man, who as it turned out, was Mr. Malik.

"Go, you move aside now." he said, a clear African accent present in his voice.

I nodded, my heart racing as he let go of my waist, his free arm joining the other one to lower the hefty box down to the floor with one slight grunt of strain. He turned back to me, head bald like a malted milk ball, sprinkles of grey running through his slightly bushy beard, a pair of modest glasses on over his rich brown eyes.

"Are you alright?" he said, his tone mostly very flat, as he didn't seem to convey a lot of emotion.

I simply nodded quickly.

"Why are you doing this?" he said, straightening himself up, the man at least an entire head length taller than me.

"R..Rudy said..." I started, adrenaline still pumping, heart aflutter, and the feeling of his grip still lingering.

"Go tell Rudy I need to see him." he said, dusting the arms of his jacket off, "Please."

-Cover It In Chocolate-

"So, he just fucking tells Rudy to stop being a bitch, and handle the shit himself... he was like, "That young lady could've been killed, you fucking moron."." I excitedly told Dallas later, embellishing just a little.

"Nice." Dallas said in a muted gurgly tone before spitting out a mouthful of mouthwash, "What did he really say?"

"That he told Rudy to handle it a week ago, and that it wasn't his task to delegate." I said, preferring my version of the story.

Dallas always let me tell my side of things first, but he always wanted to get to the bedrock not long after; he was very grounded that way. But, speaking of getting to bed rocking...

"It was so fucking crazy." I said, immediately moving up as he wiped his mouth, putting my arms up around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Hey, woah... I... I like where you're going with this, but I just got done with work... can you give me a few minutes?" he said, kissing me back a few times.

"Nooooo... I wanna fuck nowwww..." I said pouting comically, giving him a few more tempting kisses on either side of his mouth.

"Baby, I'm starving, at least let me eat first." he said, smiling warmly as he pulled away gently.

"How about you just eat my pussy instead?" I said, guiding his hand right over it and guiding it firmly up, putting a little pressure on his middle finger.

"Haha, damn... brush with death got you all kinds of horny today, huh?" he said, kissing me a few more times.

I nodded eagerly, but that was a bit of a loaded statement. Danger definitely primes the pump, but the way my boss slid in with his dark, rock hard arms, easily holding me while he kept the murder box at bay... it was sexy. He was so stoic and so non-chalant about the whole thing... I wanted to throw my panties at him. I told you earlier; definitely not a lesbian. But, I guess I can get a little overzealous at times, so Dallas didn't sweep me off my feet and throw me on the bed, greedily eating my pussy like the nectar of life before savaging me into a satisfied sex coma... instead, I watched him eat leftover spaghetti out of my fridge while he read a few articles he was interested in, and then, after getting undressed, he crawled into bed with me and the slow walk to eroticism finally reached its destination.

"Ah, fuck... that was great, baby." I gasped afterward.

It wasn't great. I mean, Dallas wasn't a total slouch in the sack normally, and I definitely came... but I was pitching in a lot more this time, rubbing myself vigorously every chance I got keep my own excitement satisfied, he mostly just pushed the car across the finish line. I got it, he was tired after a long day, and I was riding some post menstruation/ovulation horniness fueled by my damsel in distress fantasy from earlier... it wasn't fair, but I didn't care... I wanted to be fucked, and bad. Thankfully I had some friends who could help out in that department (not my room mates), and once Dallas was good and out (seriously, the man sleeps like the dead), I whipped out my phone, using the flashlight to fish around in my dresser drawer for a particular old friend of mine, Barney. Barney was the name of the purple dildo I owned, named of course after the dinosaur as a joke, but he was big, soft, and always got me through all the times I needed him, so the comparison was apropos. I padded off to my bathroom, carefully closing the door before turning on the light.

"I had a crazy day Barney..." I said, holding up a finger as if I was hushing it, my finger pressed against the purple silicone head, "What..? What do you mean?"

I was playing around of course, I'm not crazy, but I AM a weirdo.

"Right here!? Right NOW!?" I said in mock surprise, looking around the bathroom as if there were people all over the place, "Barney I..." I squeaked as if shocked by something said, "If you need it THAT bad, I guess I can..."

I licked his suction cup seductively, pressing him against the tiled wall firmly, pausing for a second to make sure he was good and stuck on there, the thick purple prick bouncing slightly as it settled, his spongy purple balls aching with imaginary need. I smiled once I was sure he was good, pulling my pajama pants and panties down, thinking it over, and then deciding to just go ahead and kick them off. I was only wearing a ratty old t-shirt at this point, so I peeled that off too, turning around giving myself a quick glance in the mirror.

"I didn't want to cheat... I just couldn't say NO to that BIG... PURPLE... DICK..." I whispered seductively to myself before laughing a little.

I know I said I wasn't vain, but I do kind of love my naked body. I'm thin, fit, and I have modest but perky tits with perfectly proportioned nipples like little pink kisses. My pussy isn't all loose and sloppy, but is a smooth little slit with no exposed labia; it's porn pretty, as I like to say. My ass is firm but smackable, my thighs and calves are shapely and hard, even my toes are perfectly cute. Am I model? No, most of that is usually window dressing... I'm just a sweet, pretty, fuckable piece of ass, haha.

"Barney, this is... God, you're so fucking big..." I joked again, backing myself up and reaching behind, guiding it into my pussy, working my body back against it with small step on my tip toes.

God it felt good... it was a bit bigger than Dallas in several dimensions, but it was just what I needed right now. Technique can go a long way boys, but the bigger your dick, the less you have to try. Everything started off like usual, biting my lower lip as I closed my eyes, driving myself backwards by pushing off the bathroom sink, my mind blank, save for the sweet sensation... but then it sort of drifted in. I could picture him... Mr. Malik. The moment sort of replaying in my head, the strong black man swooping in, grabbing me around the waist, but this time, pushing the box back up on the shelf effortlessly.

"You were a foolish girl, thinking you could do this alone." dream Malik said, his eyes locked on mine.

"I was... so foolish." I whispered to myself, still pumping my pussy back.

"Perhaps you need a real man to show you how it is done." he said again, his imaginary hands turning me roughly around, yanking my pants down and spanking me right on the ass, his broad black hand leaving a firm red mark.

"I do..." I whispered again, picturing Barney's grape purple changing to a nice chocolately brown in my mind.

"Then first, you need to learn your place." dream Malik said, and just like that, Barney's dick was HIS dick, thrusting and pounding inside of me, my pussy getting hotter at the thought, my face flush, my own pushes getting more aggressive.

My head dropped forward, and I just pushed, and pumped, and fucked myself as I pictured my dark, firm handed boss absolutely savaging me from behind... and before I knew it, I was starting to cum again. But, for really real this time, a whine escaping my mouth as it built up, the hot slap of my wet pussy against the phantom phallus driving me up and over the edge as I focused on it. I brought a fist to my own mouth, biting my knuckle as I came several times, making sure to keep it down for my roommates and Dallas, my legs starting to tremble and weaken as I made every effort to prolong it as long as possible. Finally, I just couldn't, my toes pushing me up one last time before I stumbled closer to the sink, gasping and catching my breath. I gave myself a moment or two to recover, and relish the moment, before turning around slowly, ready to carefully remove Barney from the wall and give him a quick bath in the sink... but he was a little dirtier than usual this time, a creamy white discharge hanging off of him.

"Barney... what did you do..?" I whispered to it.

-And A Miracle or Two-

The temperature sort of lowered after that (and a couple more fun masturbatory moments), as I didn't encounter Mr. Malik very often at work, but it was two months after that incident occurred that things picked back up again, but not because of killer boxes with ill intent in their heart, no... it was worthless coworkers... and then the lack thereof.

"Hey." Rudy said, always seeming to surprise me like he just formed out of nowhere, though it was more likely he was just very forgettable.

"Yeah, uh... what's up?" I said, turning to him suddenly.

"Mr. Malik asked to talk to you, he's in the back by the closet thing, you know, the uh... where the security stuff is." he said, gesturing with his head.

"Is everything okay?" I couldn't help but inquire, as no one loves being asked to speak to the boss.

"Dunno, he's kind of hard to read, but he didn't seem too happy." Rudy said, shrugging it off as if HE couldn't possibly have anything to do with it, it was a ME problem.

I dumped the rest of the fruity fish candy into is basin and replaced the little scoop, my mind racing at what I could have potentially done wrong, but I was drawing a blank. I wasn't some innocent superstar at work, I'd skipped sweeping a few times, had to leave early once or twice, and accidentally clogged the toilet with paper towels when we were completely out of toilet paper, but none of that was negligent or malicious. So when I walked into the back room and saw him standing with his arms folded by the miniature security room, my heart jumped in my throat. I approached him with a nervous smile on, my eyes flashing to his firm forearms, almost blushing again at the reminder of fantasies past, but composed myself quickly.

"Yes sir, you wanted to see me?" I said, brushing my hands down my apron and sticking them in the big front pocket.

"Please, step inside." he said coldly, gesturing to the room.

"Is, uh... is everything okay, sir?" I said, walking to the opposing back corner of the very small and rather intimate room... as in proximity, unless you find concrete floors and exposed cables sexy.

He closed the door and clicked the lock, turning to me.

"You have been with me for 3 months now, yes?" he said, his voice not seeming as cold now.

"Yes, sir."

"And are you happy here?" he said, the line of questioning making me nervous again.

"Yes, sir."

"How would you feel about taking over as the supervisor?" he said, and suddenly, I could breath again.

"What? Really..? I mean, I... I'd love to." I said, this being the first time I was ever asked to supervise anything, the idea of being promoted making me a little giddy, "But, uh... what about Rudy?"

"I am tired of his excuses." he said, making an annoyed gesture in the general direction of the front of the store, "He thinks he is too clever, he is not."

"Yeah, so I've noticed." I couldn't help but chime in, but it made him smile a little.

"Well, there is responsibility, and I will expect you to handle it." he said, and I nodded happily at the chance, "And if I am getting rid of Rudy, know that I will be working you hard, are you sure you can take it all?"

Now, I feel this was more of a context issue, but just hearing that from him in his firm dark voice made me get a little excited, my eyes widening as he said them, trying not to laugh.

"I'm your girl." I said, trying not to glance at his groin or burst out laughing.

"Very good. Then we can discuss a raise for your new position." he said his posture feeling very different now, likely from his own relief.

Something about seeing him happier and relieved sort of broke that dam in me, and with the promise of more money on top of that? I actually threw my hands in the air, squealed, jumped, and wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a hug... god he was firm. He actually patted my lower back a couple times with his broad hand, and as I slipped back down to the floor, I looked up at him smiling, and for the first time I'd ever seen it, he was smiling back. Not long after that, Rudy was gone, I was getting a raise, and it would be me and Mr. Malik working together until he got someone else.

-The Candy Man Can-

It wasn't a colossal raise, but it was enough to make me feel like I'd really made something more of myself. More than that, it meant that I could start considering getting a place with Dallas of our own, something we had started talking about when we were together. Though that was pretty infrequent most weeks, as he was working a lot, and now so was I. I have to say, I looked forward to our time together, but I didn't resent work either. I was going in and giving my all, feeling like a boss, Mr. Malik being around more often, finally giving me a chance to get to know the man who made me cream all over Barney. I tried, but he never wanted to talk much about where he came from, his demeanor usually got darker and more closed off when he did, so I decided to let most of that go. But, he had been a legal immigrant, and earned his citizenship, turning a long and laborious series of years into enough profit to buy his own shop; though I had to ask the burning question.

"So, why candy?" I said, the two of us casually conversing as we stocked the backroom shelves after closing, the man easily outpacing me.

"We do not have such luxuries where I am from, the children... they do not have such easy lives." he said, making me suddenly wish I hadn't asked, but touched to see this part of him, "It is good to let children be children."

"You're totally right." I agreed, really wanting to hug him again.

I made my way back to where the pallet was, and where he was putting boxes up on the higher shelves by hand, reaching up and sliding box after box back with smooth practiced ease, making me gawk a little, a smile forming on my face.

"Why do you watch me like this?" he said, laughing a little.

"You're just so... strong." I said, enjoying the sight of his rolled shirt sleeves riding up his hard black biceps.

"It is because I prefer to handle most things myself... like moving these boxes." he said, giving them a nod, and me a clear implication, though he was still smiling.
<hr pg="2" />"Sorry, I know, it's just... I bet you could pick me up, like... super easy." I said, hardly having thought about it, but realizing quickly I was seriously flirting... I was even grinding the toe of my shoe back and forth like some sort of starry eyed floozy.

He glanced me up and down before turning and placing his large black hands on my hips, making me gasp and chirp as he turned and easily lifted me up until my midsection was practically at level with his face.

"OH MY GOD!" I squealed happily, laughing, "PUT ME DOWN!"

"I will, but you must promise to keep working your boxes." he said, chuckling too.

"How about I let you work MY box?" I blurted out while giggling, lost in the moment, suddenly realizing that I might have just crossed a line, as he was slowly putting me down.

He eased me back down to my feet in front of him, his look less jovial and a bit more serious and inquisitive behind his glasses, and my heart froze, thinking that I might have either ruined our working friendship or WORSE just sexually harassed my boss, as not every guy out there was in to that sort of talk. He stood looking at me for a moment as he seemed to be thinking it over, and I was a split second away from blurting out some sort of embarrassed apology, but he spoke before I could.

"For some time, you seem to think I do not notice or understand these things you say." he said, making me feel incredibly small, and I felt really awful almost instantly, "Please, be more respectful of me."

"I... I'm so sorry, I just, I play around a lot, and I thought..." I said, tears already forming in my eyes, but he put a hand on my shoulder giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"No no, to play is okay, I just mean please do not assume I do not understand. I know I am not from here, but I do not want you to think differently of me because of it." he said, and I realized that I HAD been doing that, assuming that he just didn't get me, or was blind to it because of his upbringing, it was exactly like all the assumptions put on me by people who thought I was different because of my own looks.

"I... you're right, I'm really sorry." I said, wiping the corner of my eye, "I, it... I really like you. You're my boss, you're my friend, you're..." There was something very raw and real in that moment, and looking at his understanding face, and how I had made him feel, I just wanted to wrap my arms around him, let him wrap his arms around me, I wanted to be closer to him, and just connect fully in that moment, "You're really great."

He smiled in the usual warm way I'd gotten so much more used to since we started working together all the time, giving my shoulder one last squeeze before letting go.

"I think you are great too." he said, "Now get back to work..."

I assumed he was done, turning with a smile before leaning down to grab another box off the pallet when suddenly I felt him slap his firm black hand right across my ass, making my eyes go wide with pure shock and excitement, turning back to him with my mouth hanging open in glee.

"...dirty girl." he said, let out a deep laugh as he tipped his head back.

-Cause He Mixes It With Love-

I fucked Dallas' brains out that night. Not for his sake, but for mine; riding him mercilessly for as long as I could. I felt clever too, asking him to slap my ass hard, over and over again, which he took for me just being extra horny that night (a gift horse he never looked in the mouth), but it was really about making sure there was no tell tale slap mark that WASN'T his AND so I could relive that moment in my head over and over as I pictured Mr. Malik punishing me like the "dirty girl" I was. I didn't go any easier on Barney, whipping him out the nights when Dallas wasn't around, fucking myself eagerly and often, making up scenarios in my mind where my Mr. Malik was pinning me down, rolling me back, resting my little white legs up over his shoulders and drilling me with his undoubtedly chocolatey dick, putting me in my place with his firm and powerful black body... god, I was on fire after that, especially because things had escalated at work, and I was purposely bending over in front of him a lot, wiggling my ass and practically begging for him to slap it again. Which he did... but only when we were alone, and in the back. He had more decorum than me, after all.

"We're all locked up." I said, stepping into his small but neat office in the back one night after closing, Mr. Malik's bare face focusing hard on the screen in front of him.

"Very good Candy, thank you." he said, squinting again.

"No glasses tonight?" I said, leaning against the door frame, cocking my head, smiling.

"No, the frame has broken, I feel like I am blind." he said, clearly annoyed in his own reserved way.

I looked at him, my mind racing with a bold idea, biting my lower lip as I mulled it over before deciding to just go for it.

"Here, let me see." I said, confidently strutting over, and stepping between him and the desk as he scooted back, but instead of simply thrusting my butt in his face... I sat in his lap, my heels together, my back arched down as I exaggeratedly leaned forward to look at his screen.

He was tense at first, but I could almost feel the electricity between he and I now, the room was alive with need. I wiggled myself against him slowly as I pretended to read the spreadsheet on the screen, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind for math.

"Hmmm... it looks to me like you aren't paying me enough." I said, jokingly.

"No, clearly I am not." he said, and I could feel him now, his firm black fingers touching down on my exposed lower back, slowly and smoothly sliding up my spine and under my shirt, making me shudder as I wanted to see what would happen next.

He slid all the way up, riding over the clasp of my bra, stopping at the base of my neck before going back down, the process repeating several times, soft moans escaping my lips. Then, his other hand joined in, but instead of going up, that big bad baby went down, sliding down around my thigh and between my legs as I spread them apart, his fingers pressing firmly against me as he rubbed me up and down. I was almost breathless at this point, and I was melting right in his hands, unlike a certain candy coated chocolate.

"God, I want you to FUCK ME so BAD..." I moaned out in a whisper, the words making him pause for only a moment.

I thought maybe he was hesitating, but no, instead he slid his hand back up my pussy, feeling the button of my jeans before undoing it, pulling my zipper down, his fingers making great use of the new open air policy as they slipped into my panties, and the moment I had been dreaming of was finally here. My pussy was already hot and very wet, his thick dark fingers gliding between the soft folds, his middle finger putting pressure exactly where I needed it; my clit throbbing. We had never even kissed, and here he was fingering my pussy, my body pressed against his, my nipples hard, my body absolutely aching to be fucked right there over his desk. He was shockingly deft with his other hand too, managing to undo my bra single-handedly, making me gasp with surprise, but definitely a welcome one. Unlike unloading the truck, I wasn't about to let him do all the work, crossing my arms down and peeling my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside, then working my bra off and sending it to hang out with it's boy. I reached back, guiding his large hand around, helping him slide up and over my soft white breast before bringing it and sucking his fingers, letting him loose as I started moaning again, his hand moving back down to tease and work my nipple.

"Oh god, don't... don't stop..." I gasped, his firm strokes becoming faster and deeper as he fingered me, the small office filled with the sounds of my wetness being throttled and my whiny, needy moaning.

He didn't speak, he didn't need to... but suddenly he was pushing us both up to our feet, my body still bent over of course, but now both of us standing with my naked torso now bracing over the side of the desk, my jeans falling down around my thighs. I pressed my forehead against the desk, reaching back and hooking my panties,tugging them down to join my jeans, bringing my hands back up and gripping the edge of the desk.

"Fuck me... do it... fuck me right here..." I said in begging whispers, not thinking about anything other than the pure forbidden pleasure of it all.

I knew I was cheating, and part of me felt guilty about that. I made fast excuses; about Dallas and I not seeing each other enough, or how I had different needs that he wasn't meeting. The truth is, I wasn't being fair, like, AT ALL. But I wasn't going to stop either... and I'm GLAD I didn't.

"My dirty girl." he said in his usual dark and stoic tone, the sound of his belt being undone, the metal clink, feeling the fabric of his pants coming apart lightly brushing my ass as he took his cock out.

His dick... was ENORMOUS. I mean, I don't quite know what I was expecting after all my fantasies, but as I felt the thick head of his black dick starting to press between my pussy lips, I actually went rigid, my eyes going wide as I realized what I was dealing with. It HURT, and my normally whiny sex noises turned into a near cry of pain as he slowly crammed inch after inch up into me. I was wet like a slip and slide, but holy fuck, it was only barely helping. I had always thought of Barney as being big, but clearly I had no idea what BIG was. I keep talking about the pain, but I'm neglecting to mention how ungodly amazing it felt. The thick, vein ridged outside of his dark cock was hitting pleasure points even I didn't know about, making my whole body tremble as he went deep. I'd love to say BALLS deep, but there literally wasn't room left in my pussy to fit him in.

"OH GOD, OH FUCK, YOU... HOLY FUCK!" I cried out, my legs buckling.

"Are you alright, do you want me to..?" he said, thinking he was hurting me... which he WAS, and I fucking LOVED IT.

"NO. FUCK ME, RIGHT NOW." I practically commanded, and he obliged.

His dark hands gripped my hips hard, and I could tell he was renewed and as enthusiastic to continue as I was... well, maybe not quite as enthusiastically as me, I'm a bit of a freak. Thanks to his talented fingers, I was already starting to cum, the electric ride of my first explosive orgasms already racing to overtake me. His cock was like a battering ram, hitting my cervix over and over again, the pain jolting through me and making my toes curl, and I couldn't stop myself from screaming. Something about that must have brought the freak out in him too, as he spanked me hard, never stopping for a second as he fucked my little white pussy into absolute submission. The slap made me burst out with brain warped laughter, my eyes rolling back as I embraced every second of it. I didn't find out until a bit later, but once again I was creaming hard all over his thick black dick, something that was becoming new and entirely normal for me as I was more satisfied and aroused than I had ever been.

"Don't stop... don't stop don'tstopdon'tstop..." I cried out as I convulsed, climax after climax, my body getting weak, my legs shaking and trembling; and being the stalwart man he was, he sure as fuck didn't.

Time was irrelevant to my brain at that point, so I couldn't tell you how much longer he punished my pussy... 20 minutes, an hour, 3 months... however long it was, it was enough to absolutely fry my brain with orgasms. But, as all good things eventually end, I could feel him starting to tense, and I knew damn well it was his turn for glory.

"Don't pull out... don't." I said, my face partially squished as I lay my head sideways on his desk.

I was on birth control, and had been for quite a while; both before this, and since then. I don't always let Dallas cum in me for any number of reasons, like not wanting to have to clean up as much, or because I'm punishing him for something he did (in my subversive womanly way)... but I have never made Mr. Malik pull out no matter where he is, and trust me, since that day, he's been around the block a few times. He grunted, his own climax turning into a sort of roar or growl to match the tone of my own noises to a lesser degree, and I felt him explode. Massive. Hot. Sticky. Powerful. I was shocked again by what he seemed capable of, and I gulped in silence, thrilled and embracing his tremendous load inside of me. Gasping, he stood there for a little while longer, buried as deep inside me as physics would allow, his hands once again smoothly sliding up my back as he stroked me like a sex kitten.

"That was amazing." he said, his voice flat as always, but clearly satisfied.

"You... it... yes." was about the best I could manage in the moment, a smile breaking on my face as I felt like a kid with a new toy.

-And Makes The World Taste Good-

I made some excuses for a little bit after that to put some space between me and Dallas. I felt guilty of course, but as I mentioned earlier, I wasn't going to stop either, I just needed time to process. He didn't think anything of it, at least nothing he ever mentioned to me, and life went along just like it should have. Work had become a lot more about pleasure, and I was having a hell of a lot of fun with it. From simple pleasures, like teaching Mr. Malik all the finer points of eating pussy, which is an after work reward I got at least once a week for being just so damn good at my job... to showing him how good I am at sucking dick, an experience he was sadly missing in his life until I came along. Though I have to admit, learning to suck, (nevermind the deepthroating part), a dick as big as his was a learning experience for me too, but practice definitely makes perfect. Now, every payday for fun, I suck his thick chocolate dick and balls, and swallow the cream filling right at his desk. Haha, one time, just to fuck with him a little because he was on the phone, I got undressed and walked into his office naked, like it was just a normal thing for me. He smiles A LOT more than when Rudy was around... but that was ages ago now.

"Hey baby, we still good for tonight?" Dallas said, his voice coming through the speaker on my smart phone.

"Yup, I just need to finish up here, and I'll be home." I said, only pausing briefly before putting Mr. Malik's towering black cock into my mouth and sucking it while I listened to him, the phone resting on his dark thigh.

"I know you aren't thrilled with hanging out with my parents, so I promise I'll make it up to you." he said, and he was right, his parents are an absolute chore to be around, but they meant well.

"You don't have to make anything up to me..." I said, a trace of drool hanging from my lip to the chocolate cupcake tip of Mr. Malik's big powerful African dick, "It's just one of those things couples have to do."

"Thanks baby... you're the best." Dallas said.

"I know." I said, turning and giving Mr. Malik as sultry wink, to which he just nodded.

"Alright, love you, I'll see you in a while." he finally finished, and I said it back, before turning my attention back to my payday special, my slim white fingers working up the shaft as I pumped and sucked slowly and happily.

"Candy, I have waited too long to ask, but how can you do this?" Mr. Malik said, trying to focus on me, though I wasn't making that easy.

"Well, it helps to loosen your jaw up first, and knowing how to work your neck..." I started joking, but he just laughed, and put up a hand to stop me for a second.

"No, I mean to Dallas. I have met him, he seems a nice young man, you are his girlfriend, and yet we continue to do this." he commented, almost seeming to feel sad about it.

"I... it's hard to explain." I said, not really wanting to think about this as much as suck, but I owed him more than that, "I love Dallas, I do... but I also love..." I paused and my face went flush.

I was really intending on saying "love your big black dick" or something equally eloquent, but it occurred to me, he wasn't just my fuck buddy and boss, I had feelings for him too... confusing ones.

"I love what WE have, and I don't want to give that up... do you?" I said, resting my chin on his knee and looking up at him.

"No, of course not, you bring something to my life I was very much missing." he said, brushing my hair over my ear as he said it, "But there is no way for this to end well."

"Then let's not end it! We can just fuck, suck, and lick each other for as long as it takes." I said, wiggling my butt a little as I sat on my crossed legs, moving my face closer to his dick as it towered over me, stroking him eagerly a few times, my bright eyes on his.

"But you are a young woman, you will not work here forever. You will want to marry this Dallas someday, yes? Get a home? Have children?" he said, really harshing my normally horny vibes.

"I... I don't know, I never really considered all that... I tend to live more in the moment. You know that." I said, feeling a little hurt now, "I mean, I guess we will, if things keep going."

The mood was certainly out of the room at this point, and I grimaced a little bit as I thought about heading out to have dinner with Dallas' parents again. I mean, he was the clear choice.. we were the same age, we had a future to build together, I certainly couldn't just dump him and hook up with my boss who was over twice my age, spending every day worshipping his big black dick, fucking, and sucking... man, I am getting off track. I mean, I don't have some sort of hang up about the age difference, Mr. Malik is a good guy, that's what counts. I don't' care what people might think about us together, or how people would feel if I had his babies. They would be cute, damn it! There was a lot to consider, and so I started to turn to get up, unsure of how to process all this.

"Oh, uh... so you are..?" Mr. Malik said, and I realized I was leaving him mid blowjob... not cool.

He might be a good man, but he's not superman.

"Right, don't worry." I said, snickering.

I put the head of his dark dick in my mouth, sucking and jerking him hard and fast, massaging his balls, going into overtime to get him to cum. His body got tense, and he reached down, taking over, jerking himself to completion while I stuck out my tongue, his thick powerful load pumping into my mouth as I moaned in satisfaction. I swallowed it all, and swiped the last little bit off his dick, sucking my finger before snatching my paycheck of his desk.

"I'll see you in a few days, daddy." I said, giving him a wink... I don't remember when I started calling him that, but we both loved it.

Dallas tried to kiss me when I got home, but I'm not a total monster, so I excused myself to the bathroom first to swish my mouth out with mouthwash. He was a habitual user of the stuff, so it was easy to do without raising any alarms. We had dinner with his parents, and they made comments about us getting married, which brought the whole conversation I had been forced to have earlier come crashing back. I saw the way Dallas' face lit up when they talked about it, and despite not being a total monster, I certainly felt like one right then. We didn't get intimate that night, which was fine, couples don't have sex every day, especially when the girl is getting fucked as much as I was... yikes, I made myself feel bad again with that... but I lay awake, wondering what to do. With Dallas sleeping like a corpse on valium, I eventually I got up and slipped off to the bathroom. I had to talk to a couple friends.

"I don't really know what to do, Barney." I said, having retrieved my "marital aides" from their new hiding place under our bathroom sink, "I mean... you used to be my guy, my one and only... but..."

I turned to look at the new dildo I'd gotten since I realized how much more thrilling fucking myself with a big black dildo was.
<hr pg="3" />"Jamal here came along, and suddenly, it's like, I'm two people at the same time." I said, poking a finger against the Master's model dildo, it's rubbery brown shaft lightly wobbling, a smirk breaking across my face, "That wasn't some sort of lewd suggestion Jamal, get your mind out of the gutter!" I said jokingly before leaning in and whispering, "Maybe later..."

I sighed. I wanted to laugh, joke, and just be my irreverent self... but this was a lot to process.

"Barney... you know I love you, and we've been together for a long time, but... Jamal just knows how to work my body so much... SO much better..." I said, trying to play out of complex emotions with my dildos... again, I'm weird, "And Jamal, you absolute rock my fucking socks off, but there has to be more to life than just sex, right?"

I certainly hope not. In case it hasn't become apparent throughout this story, I'm a bit of a nympho... I seriously love fucking, and I dread getting old... Old... there it was. Mr. Malik would be over 60 in ten years, and I would literally be half his age. It didn't matter how much I loved him and his godly chocolate cock... if I kept fucking him like this, I was going to kill him. Don't get me wrong, he's fit as hell for a man his age, but am I supposed to put applesauce on my pussy for him to gum off when I'm in my 40's?

"How do you like THEM apples..." I said, chuckling at my own stupid sense of humor.

I sighed again, because I knew what I had to do.

-The Great Glass Elevator-

I had the next few days off from work, which was good, because it was going to take a lot for me to build up the confidence I was going to need to tell Mr. Malik that he was right, and that as much as I hated to do it, I was going to have to break things off. I loved him, and though he may have never said the words, I know he loved me too, and he would understand this conclusion. After all, it was kind of his idea. He was a really sweet man, certainly better than I... before I came along, he would have never gotten himself involved with a cheating love triangle with a girl half his age. Then again, before I came along, he'd never had his dick sucked, so I'm remaining positive that I did more good than harm (as I firmly believe world peace could be achieved through blowjobs). I turned my key in the lock and let myself that Wednesday, fully prepared to go back to just being friends with my boss, assuming we could manage it; scenarios where we could fuck a least a few more times to get it out of our system rolling through my head.

"Good morning." he said as I opened his office door, turning to look up at me with his warm smile.

"Hey you." I said, smiling right back... this was going to be HARD.

"Listen, there is something that I need to discuss with you." he said, and my heart froze feeling like he was about to beat me to the punch.

"Yeah, uh... what, uh... what's up?" I said, scared of what I knew had to be said, tears already starting to prime themselves to spill out.

"You have been busting your butt, as you say..." he said, laughing a little, "... and I recognize it has been too long since I let Rudy go. I did not used to come here as often back then, but that changed because of our... working situation."

This wasn't going quite the way I expected, and I wanted to make a joke about how often he was "cumming" here these days, but it sounded like our working situation was about to change... it sounded like he finally hired someone else, meaning we wouldn't be able to use the backroom office as our private fuck temple anymore. He solved two problems at once; removing temptation and keeping the workflow up. Prudent bastard.

"Right, yeah it's been... a lot." I said, giving him my usual knowing smirk.

He smiled back, but it was endearing, I could tell his was trying to do the right thing.

"So, I decided it was time to get you some help, and for me to go back to working more behind... the scenes." he paused, making a sort of joke of his own for once.

I wanted to cry a little bit, but I laughed regardless.

"I have been talking to my brother Wole, and I am trying to help him out, as family must do sometimes. Which is why I am hoping you would be willing to help his son, and my nephew, Kairu learn to work and adjust to life here." he said, gesturing to the door as if he'd just summoned him out of thin air.

"Of course Mr. Malik, I'd love to..." I started as I turned, feeling happy for him at being able to help his family out, and eager to meet more of them.

I was expecting some short, fresh faced young black boy, but I was greeted instead by a pleasantly tall, very dark, firmly muscular young man who stepped into the doorway, smiling in a nervous closed mouth sort of way and nodding at me.

"...fuck." I finished my sentence, quickly clapping my hands over my mouth as it came out.

