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Temptation of a Social Worker

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Temptation of a Social Worker
The Meticulous Social Worker who gets the Perfectionist Fucked out of her.

Elizabeth gave the mirror a last glance before she headed off for work. A social worker should always have a professional demeanor and appearance. Elizabeth being the perfectionist that she is she would not let a single strand of hair be unkempt in her pony tail. Standing before the mirror was a third generation Japanese-American Sansei woman. She is proud of her heritage however her only regret was not learning Japanese from her grandmother. Elizabeth brushed off a small bit of lint off her grey pant suit before grabbing her keys and purse and briskly walked out the door.

"Hi, Matthew! Good Morning!" Elizabeth chirped as she walked to her car.

Her neighbor Matthew was out watering the lawn as usual. His most favorite part of the day was catching a glimpse of Elizabeth as she walks to her car accompanied by the sounds of her high heels clicking on the pavement each morning. Matthew couldn't help but just stare as the 5'2 petite Asian girl got into her car. The pant suit was tight on her ass and her collared shirt was disappointingly buttoned just before her cleavage line.

"Oh hey Elizabeth! Have a good day at work!" Matthew waved as she reversed out of her driveway with 50 Cent playing on the radio.

How the fuck did Ted score a hot wife like that? Matthew pondered for the thousandth time as he shut off the water hose. He had always thought her face was similar to Kristin Kreuk's and her body was the equilavent to the petite Kristin Bell's -slim, but round and tight in all the right places.

Elizabeth whizzed through traffic as Ludacris rapped about 'get out the way' on the radio. Ever since she was a young girl she had always loved Hip-Hop music even to her mother's disapproval. She never stopped listening and being a 30 year-old social worker wasn't going to stop her either. Elizabeth had always carried a secret infatuation with Black men. Her favorite male celebrities included Columbus Short, Idris Elba, and Shemar Moore just to name a few. She admired a Black man's ability to be outspoken and also lusted after their physique. Despite all this Elizabeth was married to a Sansei like herself to appease her family. Ted is a good husband but he is just so steady. He was so predictable and set in his daily routines. Even sex was always the same -he would give her oral to get her ready and then finish in the missionary position with him on top. Elizabeth never told him she wanted more, but she does help herself in the shower every so often as she thought about all the beautiful dark men in her fantasies.

Elizabeth arrived at her office and as usual was buried deep into her case load. She had worked at Child Protective Services for over 2 years and was already well known among the office for her efficiency and dedication to her cases. Elizabeth was responsible to determining which parent a child would follow after a divorce and she would present her case before a Family Court judge. Her main interest is what is best for the child and this is determined through home visits, interviews with each parent, and also substantial time spent with the child in order to make the best selection. As of right now she is expecting a client to arrive any minute regarding a new case file she just had received moments earlier from her supervisor.

A quick knock on her door was heard seconds later. "Come in." A tall and built black man wearing a fitted dark grey suit entered Elizabeth's office and she was dumbfoundly struck by his close resemblance to Boris Kodjoe. Quickly recollecting her thoughts she stood up and reached out for a handshake.

"Hi, you must be Mr.. Miller. I'm Elizabeth and I'll be in charge of your case file while Rebecca is gone." His hands were soft but strong. He replied with a smile, "You can just call me Darren, I'm more comfortable with Darren. Mr.. Miller is so formal."

"Okay, Darren it is then!" Elizabeth caught herself glimpse at Darren's crotch area as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk. Trying not to turn red, she quickly reverted to professional mode and turned to the business at hand.

"I see that Rebecca has done a lot of work with your case before she left for her vacation. I believe all that is left is for me to do a home visit and once everything appears to be in place we'll get the ball rolling with the custody hearing. Do you have any questions for me?"

Elizabeth looked up and was lost in his eyes. This man is beautiful. She couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together as she felt herself getting wet.

"No, I don't think I have any other than when would this home visit be?"

Elizabeth flipped through the pages of her day planner nervously. She looked at her filled calendar and wasn't able to concentrate as all she saw was a blur of dizzying words and no blank boxes. Okay, calm down. He's just a client. Nothing to be nervous about Elizabeth.

"How about today at 8 PM?" Shit, why did I say that? 8? I've got dinner with Ted at 6!

"8 is fine. I'll see you then!" Darren replied as he got out of his chair and shook her hand again. As he exited her office Elizabeth can't help herself but look at his gorgeous ass before he was gone.

Shit, why did I say tonight? Should I run out and change it to another day? Elizabeth knew the rest of the day she would barely be able to concentrate on her work as she was anxious to see her new client again tonight. Damn it, what am I going to wear to dinner if I'm going to see Darren afterwards?

The day moved onward to a painful crawl as 4:30 rolled into reality. Elizabeth quickly left the office even though it wasn't 5 PM yet. Huh! This is a first, she thought to herself. She had to get home early and pick out a wardrobe. Ted would be home at 5:30 and she would have a little more time to decide. As she pulled into the driveway she quickly greeted Matthew as she walked briskly inside the house. She kicked off her heels and excitedly darted up the stairs to begin the long process. In the bedroom she turned on the radio as the sounds of Jay-Z filled the house. Elizabeth jumps in the shower and sings about the 99 Problems as she ponders what to wear.

Ted enters the house at precisely 5:30 as he always does and is greeted by the sight of his sexy wife walking down the stairs wearing 5-inch black trim lace heels with a black mid-thigh skirt and a sexy grey chiffon blouse. "Wow, you look incredible!"

Elizabeth gives Ted a kiss on the cheek "What, a girl can't look good for her husband?" Ted replies with a puzzled look on his face, "What's the occasion?"

"Okay, I actually have to go back to work after dinner because I took over Rebecca's case load while she's away at vacation. So I figured I could look good for you even if it's during the little time we'll get to spend together tonight. Sorry, baby."

Ted lets out a sigh, "Alright, you're always so into your work. But promise me you'll come home the moment you start getting tired." Elizabeth gives her husband another peck on the lips. "I will."

Dinner dragged as Ted talked about work and Elizabeth pretended to be interested. She kept looking at the clock behind him to make sure she wouldn't be late. When dinner was over she raced over to Darren's address and checked her make-up and hair in the car before exiting. Being her meticulous self she ensured her blouse and skirt had minimal creases. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she rang the doorbell.

Elizabeth was greeted by the welcoming sight of Darren post-workout. Wearing a white tank top and black basketball shorts, Darren's well-defined athletic body was only further accentuated by his glistening sweat. Elizabeth began to feel her pussy dripping wet again and was starting to regret her decision of wearing a black sheer thong.

"Hi! You got me right at the end of my workout. Come on in!" Darren motioned for her to enter. "Thanks." Elizabeth quickly looked at her watch as his back was turned. Shit, I'm 30 minutes early and I didn't even realize it. Your nerves are getting the best of you today, Liz. Calm down and get back to work mode.

The interior of Darren's house looked as though it was straight out of the pages of an Ikea catalogue. "Wow, you have a very nice house Mr.. Miller." Elizabeth was obviously lost in the appearance of the living room to realize Darren was admiring her wardrobe. When she faced him again she quickly looked away when she realized she was being checked out and could feel the redness rising to her cheeks. Darren praised, "Wow, first impressions can be deceiving! I never would have guessed you'd have such long legs underneath the pant suit you were wearing this morning."

"I'm sorry, I just came from dinner and that's why I'm dressed like this. I don't normally look like this for home visits."

"No complaints here! I don't regularly greet house guests while I'm all sweaty and in my workout clothes either!" Darren said with a chuckle. Darren motioned for her to sit and Elizabeth took a seat on a firm leather couch.

"Well there's no complaints from me neither!" Elizabeth quickly replied before coming to terms with what she just said. She could feel her cheeks getting red again and as her shyness was settling in her eyes broke away from his gaze and redirected at the decor. "Care to give me the grand tour?"

The vastness of the house was amazing and its exterior can be easily misinterpreted for its actual interior size: 2 bedrooms, 1 children's playroom, 2 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, a workout room, all furnished beautifully. The tour ended back in the living room where it began. "Would you like something to drink?" "Water is fine, thank you." Elizabeth replied as she sat back down on the couch.

She was sure to cross her legs in such a way that accented her toned calves after hearing his earlier compliment. Liz, what are you doing?!?

Darren returned with two tall glasses of water and sat in a chair opposite of her. "So what now?" he asked.

Just let me stare at you a bit longer, you gorgeous man.

"Well, now I report to Rebecca the results of this home visit when she returns next week and she'll be taking over your case again. But don't worry, your house passes my expectations of living conditions for a child. So I'm sure you'll be hearing good news from Rebecca soon." Elizabeth said with professional demeanor.

"Great! Thank you for going out of your way to conduct this house visit tonight. I didn't mean to spoil your evening plans."

"That's okay, my husband and I go out for dinner all the time!"

"I don't blame him, I would too if my wife dolled up like you do for dinner."

"Aww, thanks! I'm sure you won't have any problems finding a girl who meets your needs now that you are single."

"Well it may surprise you but it's harder than it looks." Stop staring at his crotch, girl! "I know what I want out of a woman, but it's difficult finding one who meets my needs."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asks as she subconsciously uncrosses her legs and recrosses them.

"I shouldn't be telling you considering you're here on professional business. I am your client, after all."

"You can't do that!" Elizabeth cooed.

"Do what?" Darren laughed.

"You can't begin to tell me something and then stop after you've peaked my interest!"

"But you are my social worker!"

Elizabeth smirked, "Okay, Mr.. Miller. Our business concludes here at this point. Now I'm just your house guest, here as a friend. Sooo... Why is it difficult finding a girl who meets your needs?"

Darren laughs boisterously, "You always get your way don't you?"

"No, I like to think of it more as I create opportunities for myself to achieve my goals, that sounds more like it. Sooo..."

"Alright, but only because we're talking under the relationship of acquaintances."

"Everything is off the record!"

"Well, I like most men, I have a very strong sex drive. But I have a rather large penis unlike most men."

"And why would that make it difficult to find a girlfriend? Are you a guy who can't help but sleep with multiple women?"

"No! I'm faithful and that's my problem, believe it or not. It's difficult because I can't seem to find someone who can keep up with my sex drive considering my size."

"Mmm hmm..." Elizabeth hums in disbelief.

"Enough about me. How about you? How is your sex life?"

"Excuse me? We just met and you're asking me about my personal life?"

"You just asked me about mine, it's only fair that you tell me about yours." Darren retorted.

Elizabeth began to open her mouth to protest but saw the logic in what he said. She was the one who started prying after all.

"It's okay."

"Just okay? What don't you like about it?"

"It's always in the same position and we always do it once a week on Saturday nights. It's monotonous."

"How many other guys have you been with?"

"Just my husband."

"Wow. So how big is he?"

"That's none of your business, Mr.. Big!"

"Hey, I'm just asking! So you want more variation in your sex life?"

"Yeah, I mean just anything at all would be nice other than missionary with him on top."

"You poor neglected girl."

"Oh, yeah? Well, you poor neglected man who can't get enough sex!" Elizabeth replied in her cute voice which is normally reserved for her husband.

"Are you mocking me?"

"Maybe." Elizabeth couldn't help but let out a flirtatious giggle. She recrossed her legs and realized her thong was soaked through and through.

"So how big is your husband?"

"Why do you care?"

"I'm just a caring friend who wants to hear about your woes."

"I'm sure you do." Elizabeth took a leap of faith and asked, "How big are you?"

"Guess."

She could see the smirk on his face and her heart fluttered with nervousness. She loves the confidence in Black men and was eager to know if it was a myth that they are also well-endowed. "I don't know? 6 inches?"

"Really? That's your first guess?"

"That's how big my husband is."

"No wonder you're not satisfied!"

"Hey!" Elizabeth reached for a throw pillow and playfully hurled it across the room at Darren. "So how big are you?"

"9 inches and thicker than the glass you're holding in your hand there."

Elizabeth looked at the glass in her hand and couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together once more to try to alleviate some of the feeling between her legs.

"Good for you." She replies and breaks his gaze by pretending to look at the ceiling. She bashfully takes a sip from the glass in her hand and their eyes meet once again.

The silence between them seemed eternal. Finally Darren stood up from his chair and walked across the room towards Elizabeth. He made sure to take off his tank top along the way, showing off his broad chest and chiseled abs. Elizabeth counted a full 12-pack and wished she could run her fingers along each one.

"Would you like to see?" Darren said with the smirk still on his face as he stood in front of her.

"Excuse me? I'm married!" Elizabeth feigned disgust but her body was already betraying her as she set the glass of water on the end table next to her without breaking her gaze from his abs.

"It's just looking." Darren removed his shorts and Elizabeth's heart pounded in her chest as she saw his flaccid dick was already longer than her husband's erection. And she wanted it.

"Well, I'm naked... I think it's your turn for show and tell."

"Um... It's getting late and I think I should be going." Elizabeth replied trying to look at Darren in his eyes but her attention was obviously diverted elsewhere. She stood up and started to unbutton her blouse all while staring at his growing erection.

"This is how it's going to happen. You listen to my orders and you don't hold back any of your thoughts. Be vocal throughout all this and let me know what you want. You're free to leave at any time. The door is right where you left it. Understand, Slut?"

"What?!" Elizabeth exclaimed. She didn't know she was going to take the crash course in sex with who is soon to be the second sexual partner in her life. "First of all, I am not a Slut! You-"

"YOU have been staring at my cock the moment I walked into your office. YOU arrived here wearing a mini-skirt and Fuck Me heels for a home visit. YOU have already said you should be leaving but you're still here. YOU have already removed your blouse while you're standing in the house of a man whom you just met this morning!" Darren stated with authority. "YOU are to address me as Mr.. Miller and I will call you whatever the fuck I want to call you."

"... Yes, Mr.. Miller." Elizabeth was startled by his bellowing but loved every bit of his dominant presence. It was such a turn-on. I'm in trouble.

"What do you think I would like to see next? Surprise me. What do Sluts do for attention?"

Elizabeth thought for a second and slowly walked over to where she spotted Darren's CD collection. Quickly perusing through the album titles she found something suitable for the mood and popped the disc into the sound system.

Red Light Special by TLC filled the living room.

Elizabeth returned slowly to the couch and hesitantly took off her black lace bra. Her perky 32B tits came into view as her nipples were already erect from the excitement. She turned around so her back was facing him. As the song began she seductively bent over and placed her left hand on the backrest of the couch and held that position for a second. She hooked her right thumb behind the waistline of her skirt and slowly slid her miniskirt off, exposing her tight ass and her sheer black thong. She looked over her shoulder quickly at Darren for any sign of approval and his fully erect cock was enough assurance. Oh my God, that thing is practically the size of my forearm!

Elizabeth returned her mind to the task at hand. Hmm... what would a Slut do at this point?

Elizabeth slapped her right buttcheek with her right hand as she looked at Darren longingly. "Mr.. Miller, would you please take me?"

"Take you? Sluts don't talk like that."

What do you want me to say? "Mr.. Miller, please f -please fuck me."

Darren didn't budge.

At this point Elizabeth recalled him saying that he wanted her vocal and to hold nothing back. She gathered up her courage and looked over her shoulder at Darren again. "Mr.. Miller, please fuck my wet cunt. I need your dick so bad."

"Getting better. It's not called a dick, you Whore."

Elizabeth corrected herself. "Yes Sir. Mr.. Miller, please fuck my wet cunt with your big black cock, Sir?"

She heard movement behind her and her breathing quickened with anxiety. Before she knew it her tiny thong was ripped right off with his strong hands. She could feel the cool air around her wet shaved pussy.

Darren pushed down on Elizabeth so she is now kneeling on the couch bent over.

"Should I take my shoes off, Mr.. Miller?"

"Your heels never come off. Sluts wear Fuck Me heels for a reason, right? What's the reason?" Darren asked as he reached his hand around Elizabeth and fingered her cunt, preparing her for what is to come.

Elizabeth felt his strong fingers on her pussy. Because she was so wet already, the index finger slide right in without any trouble.

"Ohhhh... god yes..." Elizabeth cooed under the control his finger.

"Answer me, Whore. What's the reason you wear Fuck Me heels to work and here?"

"Uhh... ohh.. to get attention from guys because I'm such a Whore, Sir. I enjoy the attention I get and I like knowing that they're stroking their cocks thinking of me at night."

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