Cheryl was on the phone when Rosemary approached the office door and did not appear to notice her, as usual. As much as she enjoyed the compliments, she preferred to maintain her lowkey, and seemingly invisible, presence. The fewer people that noticed her, the better, she thought. She passed through the open door and into the office, finding it empty, and felt a sense of disappointment.
She began her routine of dusting, emptying waste baskets, and wiping down the entire room. She checked the leather couch by the window, finding it still supple and soft, before cleaning the adjoining washroom. The final step of her process was the desk, and she moved a few things aside, noting the locations, and began polishing.
She suddenly had the feeling of being watched, and looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Brandon standing in the doorway, a sly grin on his face. He stepped in and closed the door, leaning his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest, and smiled.
"Please, continue."
Just the sight of him ignited the heat between her legs. She smiled back and continued, moving her hips and making sure her breasts jiggled with the movements and could feel his eyes on her. The sexual energy in the room quickly rose.
"I like that skirt on you," Charles proclaimed.
She glanced over her shoulder to find him standing right behind her. His hands fell on her hips, and she swallowed hard as his touch electrified her already-wet pussy. His hands wandered, feeling her hips, ass, and thighs as she tried to continue polishing. She felt the skirt being bunched up and lifted, slowly exposing her thighs and bum cheeks, and one hand slid along her inner thigh and cupped her pussy gently.
"I like red," he mused softly.
His finger slipped between her folds, pushing the satiny material into her crevice, and he began stroking her slowly. She stopped polishing when the finger slid past the material and into her wetness, moaning quietly as he massaged her insides.
"I have something for you," he announced.
He placed a small black device on the desk next to her face.
"It's a pager," he explained. "It can be left on vibrate if you prefer. I would like you to carry it with you so that I can let you know when I need to see you. The number I am calling from will be displayed, and that is the number you call."
He had her near climax and she struggled to keep her moans quiet. His finger suddenly pulled out, leaving her panting and wanting more, and she felt the skirt being lowered back down. She looked over her shoulder at him and watched as he put the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean of her juices.
"I unfortunately have a meeting to attend, one of the major shareholders, so I will leave you to finish your work."
She took a few breaths to regain her composure, feeling the need to finish, and he patted her ass with his hand gently.
"Perhaps later, or tomorrow, Rose," he teased with a sly grin. "Keep that pager handy."
He opened the door and walked away, leaving it open. She gathered up her things and packed up the cart, disappointed and horny as hell, and grabbed the pager off the desk. She left the office and headed for the break room, intending to finish herself off in the washroom, and almost ran into Marcus as he was coming out. She looked at him for a moment, grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him back into the break room.
"Come with me, Marcus."
She led him into the woman's washroom and locked the door, spinning around to face him with a devilish grin on her face, and leaned back against the door.
"So, I do have the need for another man," she admitted.
Marcus grinned and stepped against her, groping her tits and pushing his crotch into her. She felt the growing bulge pressing into her tummy and her arousal intensified even more. She reached down and tugged at his zipper, finally getting it down, and reached inside for his cock. She pursed her lips as her hand grasped the thick shaft and pulled his cock free. He was big, at least two inches longer and nearly twice as thick as Bernie, and she marveled at the size as she stroked it.
"Yeah, you want that, don't you?" Marcus huffed. "You want that big, black dick."
"Oh, it's beautiful," Rosemary panted.
She looked down at her hands, taking in the contrast of her white hands on his dark skin, and then smiled at him.
"Fuck me, Marcus."
She moved away to the sink, lifted her skirt, and stuck her bottom out. Marcus stepped behind her and rubbed the fat head along her slit after pulling the wet panties aside.
"Shit, you're so fucking wet!" he exclaimed happily. "You are ready for this big dick."
Rosemary gripped the edges of the sink as the thick head split her lips and pushed inside. In a few quick strokes, he had seven inches in her, holding her hips tight while he began pumping.
"Oh, fuck, you a tight bitch," he groaned. "You never had a big dick like this before?"
"Not... not like this," she admitted. "Oh, fuck!"
Marcus thrust hard and pushed the rest of his thick cock into her stretching pussy. Her cunt was full, the huge head of his cock massaging her in places she had never felt. In moments she climaxed, moaning and gripping the sink tightly to stay standing as her knees weakened.
"Oh fuck, yeah, you cumming already. You do like this dick."
"Oh, yes, I do," she moaned.
He started pumping faster and harder, driving himself into her until his big balls were slapping against her. His hands squeezed her firm ass and gripped her ample hips.
"Oh, you some thicc, bitch. I like that," he growled. "You gonna cum again before I'm done with you."
Rosemary looked in the mirror, seeing him behind her and her face contorted in pleasure as he hammered into her. Her tits shook with each thrust, and she knew she would be sore, maybe bruised, after he was done. Another orgasm welled up deep inside, and she tried to push back against him.
"Fuck, yeah, bitch, you fucking back!'
The orgasm hit her hard, her mind reeling with the thoughts of being fucked by a black man with the biggest dick she had ever seen, driving her to a frantic state of arousal.
"Oh, I'm such a slut," she moaned quietly.
"Oh, yeah, you are, bitch. You a good one, too."
Marcus leaned his head close, putting his mouth by her ear.
"You want it in the pussy or the mouth?"
"Both," she grunted.
"Hell yeah!" Marcus groaned.
The first spurts erupted and filled her cunt. He pulled out and she quickly dropped to the floor, sitting down with her mouth open wide as he jerked his big cock and covered her tongue with the remaining spurts and drops. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up, pushing the still-dribbling head into her mouth.
"Suck it, you horny bitch. Suck it all out."
She happily did, reaching up with one hand to pump the thick shaft and she slurped on the swollen tip.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Marcus moaned. "You a good little slut, ain't you."
She pulled her mouth off and grinned at him, licking the tip one last time, and let go of his softening member. She felt so slutty, so excited, so uninhibited. Marcus stepped back and tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping up while smirking at her.
"We be doing this again, Rosemary. Count on it," he promised before unlocking the door and stepping out.
Rosemary sat on the floor in a daze, cum in her mouth and her pussy, and suddenly felt ashamed. She got off the floor and sat on the toilet, putting her face in her hands, and questioned what the hell she was doing. She cried while the cum seeped out, the feelings of shame and guilt overwhelmed her, and when the tears stopped she wiped the droplets away.
After taking a deep breath, she pondered what had just happened. In a matter of days, she had cheated on Bernie, with two different men, and had found it exciting, exhilarating, and pleasurable. She had always wondered what it would be like with someone else, and now she knew. Rosemary cleaned up, redid the little makeup she wore, and straightened herself out, knowing she was now behind schedule. Her pussy ached from the pounding Marcus had given her, but it felt so good she didn't mind. She grabbed her cart and rushed to finish up for the day.
The pager buzzed just as she finished getting her things from the locker. She glanced at the number and kept it in view as she dialed. It rang once.
"Please come to my office, Rose. I would like to see you before you go home."
He hung up before she could reply. She checked the time and contemplated calling Bernie to say she would be late, deciding to wait until later, and headed for Mr. Brandon's office. Cheryl was no longer at her desk and the door was open when she arrived. Mr. Brandon was standing by the bar, filling two glasses with scotch, and gave her a big smile.
"Please, come in, Rose," he greeted cheerily. "Close the door behind you, please."
Rosemary closed the door and watched him move to the couch.
"Please, come join me," he invited, patting the couch cushion after putting the drinks on the coffee table.
Rosemary sat down, her skirt riding up her thighs, and turned to face him. He passed her one of the glasses and held his up, waiting for her to touch hers to it, and eyed her exposed legs. She felt warm and aroused, his charming smile and sexual energy having it's effects on her instantly. Her attraction to him was unlike anything she had felt before, and she became wet when he put his hand on her thigh.
"I was planning on not seeing you until tomorrow, but I had Cheryl rearrange a few meetings after our little visit earlier."
His hand moved upwards, the fingers grazing the top of her inner thigh, and Rosemary took a large gulp of her drink. He put his glass on the table and reached over, gently touching her chin, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips were like soft velvet, moist and warm, and she returned the kiss with heated passion while his fingers left her thigh and went to her blouse. One by one the buttons fell, revealing the red bra a little at a time, until the last button popped and the blouse parted wide open.
"You have beautiful breasts, Rose," he praised.
The warm fingers ran along the edge of her bra, dipping between the soft mounds of flesh, and he cupped one in his hand.
"Daphne had beautiful breasts like you," he said wistfully. "She loved when I touched them, squeezed them... sucked on her pert nipples."
His warm breath caressed her neck while his hand slipped inside the bra and popped her breast out, her already hardened nipple poking out from the creamy flesh, and his fingers quickly grasped it gently. Rosemary moaned, and he moved his mouth down and took it between his soft lips. She rested her hand on his head while he suckled, feeling him move his hand between her legs and lifting the skirt high enough to slip in between. She spread them apart when he began to stroke her pussy through the wet material, and in mere moments he had her climaxing with the fat nipple pinched between his lips.
"Oh, my," she moaned.
He took his hand away and released her swollen nipple from his oral grasp, moving his mouth to hers and kissing her again.
"Take off your shirt and bra," he whispered.
Rosemary slipped the blouse off and undid her bra, tossing both aside, and turned towards him. He cupped both breasts, feeling the heft of the fleshy mounds, and gently squeezed.
"Beautiful," he praised. "Daphne liked it when I fucked her tits. Do you?"
Rosemary paused for a moment. Bernie always loved her boobs, loved to cum on them and rub his cock over her nipples, but he had never put his cock between them.
"I... I guess so, I've never tried it," she admitted sheepishly.
Charles eyes lit up and he grinned with a devilish smile, jumping up from the couch.
"Lie down on the couch," he instructed as he undid his pants and tossed them aside. His tie and shirt followed, and for the first time, Rosemary viewed his nude body, taking in the trim torso and lightly muscled chest. She lay down, unsure of what to do, and he quickly straddled her with his raging erection bobbing in her face. His hands grasped her breasts and pushed them together, wrapping the pillowy mounds around his cock, and he pumped his hips slowly.
She put her hands on his and watched as the fat head of his cock popped in and out of view, finding it both humorous and erotic. Charles moaned and sped up his pace, obviously enjoying the feeling, and Rosemary smiled. She wanted to please him, needed to please him, and flicked her tongue out when the purplish knob appeared.