An Office Affair

Her eyes widened at his admission, "May I ask why?"

"She started to get very attached to me and I wanted more freedom," he said honestly. "You know how those white girls can get," he added.

Taylor could feel herself blushing as she remembered back to her college days and the torrid two months she spent with her black lover. Had she acted like that, attached and possessive?, she wondered.

They both took a moment to take a sip of their ice tea until Ray's voice broke the silence.

"What does your husband think of you working such late hours on a Friday evening?" he asked boldly.

Taylor squirmed a bit in her seat at his inquiry, but she was the one who broached the subject of significant others, so she felt it was only right to answer his question.

"He knows my career is important to me, but sometimes he does get upset when I work late," she said hesitantly before continuing. "However, he's out of town this weekend so I guess he wouldn't have much to say about it this evening," she said, smiling.

Ray looked deep into her eyes, and was about to make another comment concerning her husband, when the waitress interrupted the conversation by approaching the table with their food.

She had ordered the blackened Atlantic salmon and he decided on the Lake Superior whitefish. While they ate their delicious meals, they tacitly agreed not to talk about anything work related, instead concentrating their conversation on hobbies and interests as they learned more about each other. He was so easy to talk to, and he put her at ease so quickly. They had never had this type of conversation before this evening and it was so refreshing to listen to him speak about the music he liked, his dream car that he wanted to someday own, and his future goals and plans.

Once they had finished their entrées, Ray gently coaxed her into sharing a dessert with him. After looking over the menu, they decided on a decadent hot-fudge brownie Sundae. Taylor was so health-conscious that she rarely, if ever, ate any type of sweets. However, it felt like a magical, special evening and she couldn't find a way to say no to his genial insistence.

When their server brought the delectable dessert, and set it between them, they both hesitantly took their spoons and cautiously dipped it into the chocolate covered ice cream. After they had each taken a couple of bites, Ray scooped another small portion of ice cream with his spoon and slowly held it up to Taylor's mouth. It was as if sexual electricity was passing between them as she gradually and deliberately leaned forward and ate the ice cream off his spoon.

This simple act was tantamount to opening a hedonistic floodgate of sexual desire within Taylor and Ray. He gently placed his hand on her stocking clad thigh and leaned forward until their mouths met in a hot, passionate kiss. Sexual electricity passed between them as their tongues gently played with each other.

As they broke their erotic, concupiscent embrace, Taylor's hazy, lust filled mind came to a decision. She wasn't going to deny herself the pleasure that she knew this young man would bring her, consequences be damned.

She looked intently into Ray's eyes, "Do you have plans this evening? she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't have any plans," he said huskily.

She hesitated for a moment, but it was too late, she had made her decision, and she was all in.

"Would you be interested in getting a room with me?"

"I've wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you Taylor," he said boldly.

Her heart skipped a beat at that brazen remark and she felt a current pass between her thighs that she hadn't felt in years.

They left the rest of the dessert on the table as she quickly paid the check. She couldn't remember the last time she had wanted anyone this much and it was difficult for her mind to form coherent thoughts.

The short, five minute drive to the Green Valley Ranch Hotel and Casino, passed like some epicurean blur. She faintly remembered his hands on her blouse; between her legs, his mouth licking, kissing her neck, her mind disoriented in a dazed, lust-filled fog. It took everything in her power to push him away so she could get the room.

Several minutes later she withdrew the key card from the lock, hearing the small motor retract the deadbolt. While still in the hallway, Ray had her pushed up against the door, pressing his erection into the cheeks of her ass. Simultaneously, his hands pulled the tucked-in white blouse out of her skirt.

Taylor managed to get the door open so they could enter the room before another guest could witness their carnal display in the hall. Fervidly, he pushed her face down onto the bed and then collapsed on top of her. With his weight on her, she struggled to remove her blouse while he flipped her skirt up causing it to rest on her back.

She moaned as his mouth found the hypersensitive region on the nape of her neck while his capacious hands tore the stockings and thong from her body. Taylor wantonly opened her legs as she felt Ray's fingers slide down the curve of her ass, and then lower to the sodden cleft between her legs.

Ray listened to Taylor's shallow breathing as he forcefully pushed two fingers inside her pussy hearing her piercingly groan in pleasure. She clutched the bedspread with both hands as he moved his fingers in and out of her until she became delirious with an all consuming lasciviousness that she knew only a fuck could assuage.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck this tight, white, married pussy?" he said, while sucking on her earlobe.

His words sent her over the edge and made her shake uncontrollably in orgasm with his fingers buried inside of her.

When she regained her senses, she felt him between her legs, his tongue exploring the folds of her vagina. She gasped as the tip of his tongue swirled over her clitoris with a reckless abandon.

It had been years since her husband had gone down on her, and God, he had never eaten her pussy like this, God, not this good.

Ray suddenly withdrew his tongue from her vulva.

"Tell me what you want Taylor?" he said in a mock-gruff, sensuous tone.

"Oh God no, Ray, please don't stop," she begged, as her second orgasm had almost overtaken her before his talented tongue had retreated from her sopping vagina.

"Tell me what you want, Taylor," he said, as he rubbed his large hands over her small, tight ass cheeks.

Oh God, she thought, her cloudy mind trying to focus amidst his sensual touch and talented tongue. He was way too good of a lover to be only nineteen.

"I want your cock Ray," she said, in a low, guttural tone.

"You had better be more specific," he said teasingly, gently inserting his long index finger inside of her.

The sensation of being penetrated by his finger caused her mind to lose focus again. She found it so hard to think or form a coherent thought, much less speak, with his hands playing with her body like this.

"I want your big black cock," she said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

Her words shocked her, but her lust filled mind wasn't thinking anymore in terms of politically correct speech. She only wanted to feel him inside of her, and she'd say whatever she thought he wanted to hear to make that happen.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I don't know if you deserve me just quite yet," he said teasingly.

Taylor used all of her mental facilities in an attempt to focus her lust filled mind. God, he was driving her crazy.

"Please Ray," she said, sensually, "please put your black cock inside of my married white cunt."

Ray smiled wickedly as he looked into Taylor's concupiscent, begging eyes. He didn't realize that he'd love teasing her so much. But this hot, erotic foreplay was stoking his need for this beautiful woman.

He stood at the edge of the bed and slowly, methodically, began removing his clothes. She was his, and there was no reason to hurry now, and he loved that anticipating, lustful look in her eyes.

Taylor flipped over onto her back, making it easier to see him undress. She drank in that dark skin; those washboard abs, the long, black, muscled limbs. He was more, much more, than she had ever envisioned in her lewd, dark fantasies.

Her jaw dropped open as he slowly pulled down his boxers exposing a large, thick black cock. Just the size of it mesmerized her, the large bulbous head looked to be the size of a small apple, dripping pre cum. She was certain she hadn't seen anything that big before, not even her former black lover in college.

Maybe in a porn movie, she thought, at one of those interracial porno sites that she watched when her husband wasn't home. However, watching sex on a computer monitor never felt real. She knew there was a camera, a script, and actors who were being paid. But him here, standing in front of her; with that cock, God, this was shockingly real.

He looked down, into her eyes, and saw what she was looking at.

"What do you want Taylor?" he said, as he ran his hand down that long, smooth shaft.

He was going to make her say it again. He loved the way she looked at him with those lust filled eyes and hearing those sensual words come out of her pretty little mouth. Well, that was pure heaven.

"I want that big cock in my mouth. My married, white mouth" she said meekly.

"Come here and get what you want then."

Taylor immediately slid from the bed and got on her knees in front of him.

She took his shaft in both hands and struggled to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate the large head. Ray groaned as she extended her tongue, running it over the slit in the head of his penis, collecting his pre-cum. Taking the head into her mouth, she swirled her tongue over it, working it as far back as she could.

Taylor always loved giving head, but he was just so big, and it had been so long since she had a man in her mouth. She decided to concentrate on the head. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on the head while swirling her tongue over it in quick, rapid motions.

He groaned as her talented mouth fellated him. She had always acted so prim and proper. He had thought of her as some collegiate, entitled girl priss, but he was quickly discovering another side of her. There was a wanton, slutty side to this women that he didn't even know existed.

As much as she loved having this young man in her mouth, her evident lack of practice began to show, and after several minutes, her jaw started to ache.

"It's been awhile since you sucked one this big, hasn't it?"

She blushed as she listened to the not so subtle jab at her husband.

Taylor wanted so much to please him, but she just needed a bit more time to adjust to his size and get some of her fellatio skills back.

Ray could see that she was having difficulty with the girth of his member and didn't want to ruin the moment by watching her struggle.

"Put your arms down Taylor, let me help you," he said gently.

Ray rotated his hips, moving himself slowly in and out of her. After a few easy thrusts, he soon discovered how deep he could go before the head of his cock reached the back of her throat which triggered her gag reflex. He took her long blonde hair in his hands as he pushed himself in and out of her.

Taylor's eyes began to water slightly as he moved himself in and out of her hot, wet orifice. She had her hands on his muscular thighs to steady herself and she kept her mouth closed tightly around his shaft until she started to feel him tense up. Oh God, it had been so long since she had taken a man this way, and even longer since one ejaculated there. Soon, saliva began dripping out of her mouth, down the underside of his cock, and then onto the floor.

God, she felt so good to him. Even though he was fucking her mouth more than she was giving him head, it still felt exquisite. Seeing that long, flowing blonde hair and soft, white skin around his black cock, the color contrast alone was enough to make him start to lose it.

Feeling his impending orgasm, Ray pulled out to calm himself down. He had dreamed of this moment, this fantasy, for months, and God, it was finally, amazingly, coming true. She was the fuck of a lifetime; a beautiful, blonde, lawyer. The first time he came in her sure as hell wasn't going to be in her mouth.

"Get back up on the bed," he said smoothly.

He took her arms, and helped her up off of her knees and onto her feet.

She thought of trying an exotic position, like him behind her, or her riding him. Instead, she decided for the their first time, simple was best.

She gracefully slid onto the bed and then onto her back, opening her legs invitingly for him.

He looked down at her and took a moment to linger and study the perfection that was laying in front of him. He marveled at her long, blonde hair cascading down around her shoulders. His gaze lingered at her full breasts swaying gently as she breathed, topped with those sexy pink nipples. She had a taut, tight, stomach that expanded into full, round hips and bottom.

But between her legs, God. That was the culmination of what he believed to be the most perfect body he had ever seen. Above her vulva, was a light thatch of very light brownish-blonde pubic hair and her vagina had small outer lips that concealed the tiny, inner pink ones and they were leaking her secretions onto her inner thighs. He knew, she was more than ready for him.

He slid onto the bed with her and positioned himself between her legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head up and down the length of her slit, splitting the lips of her vagina. She was so wet, his head was immediately shiny with her juices. He asked, "condom?"

"No. Pill. Stay bare. I want your black. Cock. Bare." she gasped as he put the head at her aperture, and then gently, and slowly, began working himself inside of her. She felt her body open and expand around him as he kept pushing gradually, methodically, giving her time to adjust to his size and girth.

God, he felt so big. Her husband was average, at best. But Ray, this was something different, something exquisite. She instinctively put her hands on his chest, as a silent gesture for him to continue proceeding gradually, to allow her body to accommodate his size.

Taylor continued to moan and pant as Ray worked his way inside of her. Finally, after several minutes, he had fully impaled her. He looked down and gave her a few moments to get used to his bulk. He marveled at the color contrast of her tanned white skin compared to his dark, ebony flesh. The divergence in the color of their skin tone was truly mesmerizing to him.

He looked down at her and their eyes met. She gave him a silent, gentle nod and instantly gasped as he started to slowly move himself in and out of her. Taylor wrapped her arms around Ray's broad shoulders as he eased himself almost all the way out, and then gently worked himself back in. She closed her eyes, the intense pleasure sweeping over her. It felt like every one of her nerve endings was on fire as he moved his body over hers.

Gradually, he picked up the pace and she could feel her body adjust to him. Aided by the wet swelter between her legs, he was able to establish a smooth easy rhythm as he rocked himself in and out of her.

Seeing that she was becoming more comfortable, he progressively picked up the pace. The sweat of their bodies was melding together as they moved as one, in perfect unison. God, she was so tight. He marveled how her pussy felt like a smooth velvet glove that sheathed his cock perfectly. How she felt, how she moved with him, how she met his thrusts... This woman was truly exquisite.

Taylor's orgasm came upon her almost without warning. Ray had such long, powerful strokes; she gasped and cried out as she pulled him down, their lips meeting in a salty, lust filled kiss. She felt his tongue enter her mouth as her orgasm racked her body and the waves washed over her.

He exhibited such amazing control considering his youthful age. Ray never stopped his smooth easy rhythm and just as Taylor was recovering from one orgasm, the next was upon her. He was so thick and the angle was just perfect. With each stroke, his girth perfectly rubbed her clit in an almost constant onslaught.

Over and over, Ray's steady tempo pushed her body to new heights until she was near exhaustion. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt him begin to tense up. Wanting to release with him, she reached down between her legs and slid her fingers over her engorged clit causing her to once again explode in orgasm. Simultaneously, she felt Ray's powerful jets of semen squirt inside of her.

It took a minute or so for the panting to subside before the couple was once again breathing normally. She could feel his member shrink inside of her and then slip out as he moved off, and then slipped behind her. She felt his cock gently rest on the cleft of her bottom as he pulled her tightly against him, causing them to romantically spoon.

Both of them collected their thoughts while listening to the other's soft breathing, until Ray broke the silence.

"What are you thinking about Ms. Jennings?" he said, teasingly.

Your big, amazing cock, she thought to herself, thankful he couldn't see her face as she blushed. Even after this torrid sex session, she still felt like a shy schoolgirl around him.

"I think when we are out of the office; it would be alright for you to call me Taylor."

"That implies we will be intimately together again, Taylor," he said, emphasizing both syllables of her name while his growing erection rubbed erotically against her bottom.

She still had so many lingering questions and doubts. How would this affect her marriage? Would this ruin her career and a chance at a partnership?

While lying comfortably and securely in his arms, she quickly put those lingering questions out of her mind. This young man had opened up a new, passion filled world for her. A world that she thought she'd never have the pleasure of experiencing again. A world that she thought would only exist in her memories. She was determined not to let fear or regret consume her actions and change the course of her life. Because of this young man, for the first time in years, she felt alive again. At that moment she resolved to never settle for a mundane, passionless existence.

"It implies exactly that Ray."