Erin's World Ch. 08

"Yes," he said with a pained expression.

I walked across the hall, I tapped on the door before going in.

"Oh my, Erin. Did you need something?"

I said, "listen, I heard you returned Ryan's phone earlier and that you might've...um...seen a certain picture."

His face brightened at that thought. "I did. I told him it was no big deal."

"Listen, that was meant to be...private...you know. I really don't want it to get out."

"Don't worry, what people do in the privacy of their own houses is their business."

"That's sweet to say, but he also mentioned that you noticed the bracelet."

He grinned, this time more lewdly. "Yes. But again, you white people with your fantasies...."

I had him. "Would it surprise you if I told you it's more than a fantasy?" His jaw dropped, just a bit, before he regained his composure.

"I have just a bit of a....fetish...shall we say. You know what it is, I know what it is, Ryan knows what it is. What I'm saying is, can we keep it between the three of us?"

"I guess," Jimbo shrugged. "Hell, I'm leaving Friday anyway. I think I can keep a secret until then."

"Ok," I said. "So here's my offer. I'll let you see it, the bracelet, it's in my purse. I'll wear it for you. I'll model it if you stay quiet about it." I was playing up the blackmail angle which Ryan and I both loved.

He knew where this was going, he wasn't born yesterday. He was probably born 45 years worth of yesterdays. "And?" he said.

I smiled at the "and."

"And, I'll let you see me, in just the ankle bracelet."

"Nice," he said eyeing me fully now. It excited him knowing what he was only imagining would soon be open for viewing.

I reached back and locked his office door. "I know you have lunch until 12."

He said, "and everybody but me has a meeting at 1:15, about another half hour or so."

"mmm...interesting," I giggled. I turned towards him as I unbuttoned the shirt slowly, seductively. I opened it, showing him I was naked underneath. I pulled the skirt down slowly and exposed myself fully to him. I was totally naked, save my heels. I got the bracelet out of my purse and put it on. I modeled it for him. I paced back and forth for him as he eyed my bouncing tits as the spade charm rattled noisily. Really, it was only about 20 minutes or so since we'd first said hi and now I was naked in his office, wearing a bracelet that declared me as a black cock slut. It was everything Ryan's fantasy mind and an eager slut like me wanted.

He pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply. I had considered that I might only have time for a blowjob, which both Ryan and I love, but now, it looked like I had more time. I let him massage my tits and kiss and lick them. I purred as his big hands felt me all over. He felt how wet my pussy was.

"I told you I had a fetish..." I giggled.

I dropped to my knees and took out his cock. I sucked him to hardness. My god, he was thick, maybe similar length to Ryan but thick, like his hands and fingers. My mouth had to open wide to accommodate it. He loved me slurping on him. I was naked, in this black man's office, sucking his big, black cock. I licked up his precum greedily. He loved watching my tits swing as I blew him. He played with my tits the best he could with his big hands. Finally, he had to have pussy.

He stood me up, bent me over his desk and growled, "is this how you want it? Is this how you want your black cock, bent over and fucked like a dog?"

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt his tip slide over the slit. "Yes, bang this white slut. Make me prove that I'm a black cock loving slut."

"Oh, I will," he said as he slid it in, inch by inch. I had to wiggle back and forth to accept it. He'd slip it back out to the tip and slide it back in, little by little until he finally worked most of it into me. I gasped and grabbed the corners of the desk to hold on.

He banged the fuck out of me. The desk was moving with his forecful thrusts. I was gasping for air. He was so thick, I'd never been stretched like that. I was thrashing around and speaking gibberish, like I was speaking in tongues.

He delivered some well timed spanks on my ass, just to assert his control.

"Back that ass up into me, bitch. Back it onto me, fuck me with that pussy."

He was making me do it. I was more than willing. I was using all my strength to push back onto him, which made me stifle a scream every time he bottomed out in me. That just made him laugh.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? You like that cock, don't you baby?"

"Oh my god, oh my god, I do love it. Cum in my pussy, baby. I want you to fill me up."

He was ready. He grabbed my hips hard and slammed into me, over and over until he couldn't hold back. He shot it in me as I thanked him repeatedly for it. He kneaded my ass and stroked me as he wound down. He just kept complimenting me on how sexy my body was. His cum was leaking down my legs. He didn't pull out until he was soft. I fell to my knees as he stepped away.

"Oh my god," I moaned. "Fuck, you stretched me out."

"Sorry," he grinned.

"Don't be," I laughed.

He sat in his office chair and I crawled around to him, swaying my ass for him as I crawled. I licked on his cock which was swimming in my juices. I licked him clean. I was almost mewing like a kitten as I did so. His hand caressed my head the whole time. I licked down to his balls and bathed them lovingly. I even slid my tongue under his balls to his taint, which made him groan.

"God, baby. You are going to make me hard again," he sighed.

"That's the idea," I giggled. I continued to kiss, lick and suckle on his balls, his cock, running my tongue all over him and onto his stomach and his belly button. I felt his cock stirring. I needed him hard, time was flying by.

"Have you ever had your ass licked by a white woman?" I grinned. I thought maybe the thought alone might get him hard. His cock twitched at the thought.

I had him crook one leg up on the chair. I dove into it. I licked his musky scented ass and slid my tongue inside over and over while I jerked his cock with my hand. He got hard, rock hard. I licked his cock and made it slippery. I faced away from him and I sat down on his big, fat cock. I impaled myself on it as he reached around me to batter my tits as I stood up and sat down repeatedly on his cock. My pussy was sore, he was wearing me out like that but I didn't care. I wanted him to enjoy me again. He did. My nipples were pulled, squeezed and flicked which only served to get me off on his cock. He laughed every time I came on his cock.

"You weren't lying you liked you some black dick," he chuckled.

I could only gurgle a semi-comprehensible reply. He filled me again with his cum, though I couldn't tell how much, since I already had so much of it in me. I slid off him again and cleaned him off before reluctantly letting him dress. I noticed it was almost 12:45, I wondered if Ryan's meeting was over. Jimbo just sat there with the most satisfied smile on his face. I grinned as I put my skirt back on, then the shirt. I fastened it crookedly on purpose. Before Jimbo could stop me I stepped into the hall, I'd heard Ryan approach. He saw me, stumbling out of Jimbo's office as he had desired. Shirt askew, lipstick smeared, freshly fucked. His eyes shot open. His jaw dropped. I pushed him into his office.

"That's right, baby. I fucked him, right there. He had your wife right across the hall. I wore the black slut charm for him, too. He loved that. He loved that your wife had to admit she loves black cock."

"Did you? Did you really like it? Did you like it because it was black?"

"Fuck, I liked it because it was thick, hard and yes...because it was black," I purred in his ear. His fantasy had become mine. I think we both got off on it now even though I wanted all cocks.

"You know his last day is today," Ryan winced as I stroked him through his pants. His cock was just so sensitve now, having been denied. "I don't know how he'll get a chance to fuck you again, like the rule."

I giggled, "Don't worry, he took care of that in one day."

"What?" Ryan asked in shock.

"That's right, baby. There's two loads of his sweet cum in your wife's cunt right now. Some guys can get off in your wife more than once a night," I said, teasing his cuckold nature.

He groaned. He couldn't believe it. I told him everything, how I'd basically let him "blackmail/black male" me into keeping him quiet.

"I don't think you really want him to be quiet, though, do you baby? I think you want him to tell. What if he tells everyone that he fucked me and that you know your wife is a black cock slut."

"Fuck," he moaned at the thought. "I'm not sure I could take that." It was driving him crazy, plus, he was feeling me up but I wasn't touching him anymore, there. It was exquisite torture, which he has come to love.

"We can try to avoid that, or....." I said, waiting for his response.

He was groaning. He wasn't sure he wanted it, even without knowing what it was. I was going to find out which Ryan I had on my hands, the horny, "oh-my-god-do-it," Ryan or the, "please please don't, I'm not sure I can handle it, Ryan.

"Or what?"

"Or I could make sure of it."

"How?" He croaked. He needed release to be able to think clearly, he wasn't going to get it for awhile. He was so malleable, so agreeable like this. Nothing makes a man say yes more than a hard, needy cock. For my part, he'd asked, pleaded, pushed, prodded and begged for this for months. Reluctantly, little by little all this had developed. I sprung my test. We were nearing the rabbit hole.

"Will you be able to handle it?" I asked one last time. I already knew what he'd say, and, I already knew what I'd do.

"Yes baby, do it. You know my fantasy, DO it!" He choked out. His face was red, he was sputtering. His cock was telling him what to do. God help him, he really was an out of control cuckold.

"Wait thirty seconds, then call Marge to your office."

Marge was basically his secretary, though shared with the other bigger wigs.

Ryan's eyes were wide with fear and lust, pure, raw, lust.

I quickly hustled out of his office. I went straight to Jimbo's. He wasn't in but it didn't matter, I didn't need him for this part. I undid the first several buttons on the shirt. It was still hooked up unevenly on purpose but now my boobs were nearly hanging out. I rubbed on more lipstick, then just rubbed and smeared it haphazardly with the back of my arm. I tucked half of the shirt in but left the other half hanging out like I'd been in a hurry. I heard someone coming down the hall. I yanked out a nose hair with my fingers, my eyes watered immediately. I stumbled out into the hall. Marge's eyes told the story. She knew everything, instantly. I suddenly wished I'd gotten some of his cum on my face. "Oh well," I thought, "maybe next time." I walked past her without acknowledging her, my eyes still misty. I was aiming for the "freshly fucked/post orgasmic" look. I stumbled down the fire stairs and out to the parking lot. I looked back up and smiled. I could see Ryan's office. He was standing, talking to someone. I know it was Marge. I knew she wouldn't tell him. I also knew that she would tell everyone else. That's who she was, just a gossiping bitch. I counted on it. Before the day was over, everyone in that office found out that I'd been fucked by Jimbo. Ryan had pushed it and pushed it and pushed it and now he was living the life he imagined. His friends knew, a few strangers knew, and now his work knew. His wife was a slut.

Ryan and I were past the brink. That edge that we'd been dancing on had now been crossed. We were no longer teetering on it, we were falling, plummeting more accurately. When he got home he'd never fucked me longer, or harder. He actually came twice, as if to show me he could. He didn't mention work. He didn't have to. He'd have to deal with that every work day from now on. I wasn't sure how he'd do it. He had let his craving had taken him over completely. Mine was not complete, however. There was just one more thing I needed to do. It was only partly for Ryan, but mostly, it was for me. We were falling, steep, precipitously. You know how they say it isn't the fall that kills you, it's the landing? We were about to find out.

{End of Erin's World- 8}