The Turnaround Part 1

Waking up, Tyree Bradley felt energized and positive. He was due to start a new job on this day. He began to think of the long, hard road his life had taken to get him to this point and he felt proud of himself. Not long ago, he had been a drug dealer and now he was a college graduate getting ready to go out and conquer the world.

Tyree was a 6'4", 220 lb. black man. The color of his skin was a golden brown color and he had wavy, black hair. His presence was intimidating and he knew it. He wondered if his presence was going to cause him any problems at his new job in the Human Resources division of the local hospital. He had prior experiences of white people feeling uncomfortable and threatened by his presence and he didn't want to go through THAT bullshit again. Tyree realized that he couldn't help other people's reactions to him. All he could do was be himself. He didn't cater to or ignore whites in general. Took them as they came. One by one. Never prejudged or generalized his individual experiences with whites and then proceed further to paint all whites the same way. Though one could argue, that's the way he was treated.

As Tyree entered his new office building, he noticed a petite but thick blonde-haired white woman entering behind him. He held the door open for her. She didn't bother to make eye contact with him and she didn't have the decency to thank him! She never broke her stride.

"What a bitch!" he thought to himself.

As they stood waiting for the elevator, he noticed her looking at him in the reflection from the elevator door. She had a questioning look on her face.

"Hmmm, he's handsome...I wonder if he works in this building? He smells nice. Probably works in maintenance or in the kitchen.... I'd never be caught dating or fucking a black man...my parents would kill me!" she thought.

As the elevator doors opened and they both entered, they pressed the same button on opposite sides of the elevator. Neither noticed. After the door closed, Tyree took a few steps back so that his back rested against the rear of the elevator. He glanced to his right and noticed that the blonde woman had a very full and round ass.

"Damn, that white girl is stacked!" he whispered to himself.

Bridget braced herself for the overtures of the black man standing behind her. She knew he would say something to her. Men couldn't seem to help themselves when she was near. She felt proud that she had that type of effect on men. Bridget was 5'5", 36c-23-36. Her hair was long and usually flowed to the middle of her back (she wore it pinned up in a French braid for work). She had full lips, a perky nose, and gleaming white teeth. She usually had to wear a padded bra to hide her nipples. They got hard if the wind blew. They were very sensitive. Her hips gave her the hourglass figure that so many men lusted after. Nice, smooth curvy legs. She was a cut well above average and she knew it! Just about every man in her department had tried to date her at one time or another, but she wasn't interested in any of them. She only dated doctors/lawyer types.

She was currently dating a doctor. She was hoping he would propose soon because he was a man who could offer financial security, if nothing else. He didn't come close to offering her body the release it so desperately needed but Bridget reasoned that it was okay as long as she had the security of being a doctor's wife. She glanced briefly at Tyree and had to suppress a chuckle. "What could a black man offer her except a life of destitution and bad morals?" she thought to herself. Her arrogance was about to be crushed, though.

Tyree had been around white women like this before. They ignored you with scorn in their attitude as if you were out of your fucking mind if you thought you had a chance with them. He could tell that she wasn't getting any quality dick because she was trying entirely too hard to ignore him. When a woman is getting laid properly, she could care less about exhibiting a shitty attitude towards a total stranger. Tyree made sure to stand clear of her and ignore her.

As the elevator opened, Tyree allowed Bridget to exit first. Bridget swished past him once again without uttering a word of thanks. Tyree smiled to himself as she briskly walked ahead of him. "She walks kind of tight...I could help loosen her up if she ever got around to getting her head out of her ass," he thought to himself.

Tyree was introduced to his fellow members later that day at a luncheon. As he was being introduced to everyone present, Bridget realized that this black guy was the new boss in the administration section of her department, which meant HE was her new boss!

She felt shame concerning her behavior towards him earlier. She caught Mr. Bradley's eye and smiled. He didn't smile back. "Why did I have to be such a bitch this morning towards him?" she silently asked herself.

As she continued to look at him, her gaze drifted south and she couldn't help notice the bulge in his trousers. "Damn, am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" she wondered to herself.

In the following days, Mr. Bradley set up individual meetings with his staff so that he could introduce himself and make known his expectations for the department. Everyone that Bridget talked with seemed to like the new boss. Mr. Bradley arranged to meet with Bridget at the end of the week. Bridget began to think that maybe her job was in jeopardy as she had barely talked with her new boss since he began earlier in the week.

On Friday afternoon, Bridget entered Mr. Bradley's office dressed in a rather conservative navy blue suit that nonetheless showed off her rather attractive figure. Mr. Bradley started by stating that he had reviewed her work for the past couple of months and found it to be very good. Bridget was surprised. Mr. Bradley looked Bridget in the eyes and asked her if she ever smiled when she was at work. Bridget began to stammer and stutter an answer. Mr. Bradley held up his hand and told her that it was a joke. Bridget smiled at the hidden joke. "He has a nice smile to go along with a decent sense of humor. Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she thought to herself.

Mr. Bradley assigned Bridget to a personal project that he needed completed in a couple of days. He gave her the assignment and his home phone number in case she had any questions or problems over the weekend. He rose to thank her and once again her eyes shot straight to his dick as she reached to shake his hand. "Hmm, the size of his pouch cannot be real", she thought.

Tyree noticed the imprint of Bridget's nipples through her business suit. "Damn, if her nipples are able to show through all the layers of clothes she has on, they must be big and suckable", Tyree mused.

Tyree hadn't forgotten about Bridget's earlier treatment of him. He reasoned that most white women had to act like that to justify their subconscious attraction to black men. It made them feel more in control of their lusts. If they decided later to give up some pussy, they would feign as if you forced them when all along they wanted to give it up in the first place.

Tyree was not at work for the next couple of days because he'd had to attend a mandatory conference for all managers. Bridget was almost done with the project he assigned her except that she needed some figures that only he would have access to. She debated for a long time on whether to call Mr. Bradley or wait until the weekend was over and contact him on Monday. Since he had mentioned he needed to have the report ASAP, she picked up the phone and dialed the phone number he had given her in the office.

She got his answering machine and left a message indicating that she needed access to the figures he wanted added to the report and that she had called Friday evening.

That night, she had a date with the doctor she was dating. He took her out to dinner and to a play. She was thoroughly bored and couldn't figure out why. As she ate dinner with the doctor, she looked over at him and noticed that there wasn't that much about him that was masculine compared to her new boss. In fact, he was a rather smallish man with tiny hands. When they made love, he tried his best to please her but she realized he just wasn't equipped enough to handle the passion she was capable of producing. In her mind, she reasoned the security he would offer would far outweigh her needs for physical pleasure.

Bridget and the doctor ended up at his condo. The good doctor knew nothing of foreplay. He made love to her for about four minutes(which was a minute longer than usual!!) with his 4-inch beast. As Bridget laid next to the panting doctor, she wondered if she was fooling herself into believing she could exist without being physically satiated. It was a question that had begun to resurface time and time again over the last couple of months.

Tyree received Bridget's message Friday evening and called her back to let her know he would be home most of the weekend. He left instructions for her to call him when it was convenient for her.

When the doctor dropped Bridget off from yet another boring ass evening, she was glad to be free of his presence. He was nice enough and a perfect gentleman. There was just something missing, she felt. She walked in the door and immediately noticed her answering machine blinking with messages. After hearing Mr. Bradley's message, she thought of calling him right then and there but it was pretty early in the morning. She decided to take a bath and lay down for a little bit before giving him a call back.

Bridget ended up calling Mr. Bradley at 11am. He answered the phone on the second ring with a cheerful voice. She asked, "Do you always answer the phone in such a bright mood?" He answered, "Well, I had a nice evening and I'm having a better morning, so maybe that's why". She began to think of her totally wasted evening with the doctor and sighed. "What'd you do last night?" she asked. "I stayed home and rented some movies and ate popcorn...got up this morning and did some cleaning, too," he answered.

"How do you want to do this, Bridget?", he asked.

"Do what, Mr. Bradley?", she answered a little too quickly.

"Finish the report," he said.

"Oh...the report. I could come over and pick those figures up if you have them handy", she said.

"Thanks, I didn't really feel like driving this afternoon," he said.

He gave her directions to his home and told her he'd be waiting for her arrival. She thanked him and hung up. She would have invited him over to drop them off but she didn't want her neighbors seeing a black man entering and exiting her apartment. She couldn't bear to think what they would imagine was going on in her apartment.

She arrived at Mr. Bradley's home 90 minutes after talking with him. His home was a split-entry brick home. She marveled at how well kept the grass was. She had always heard her father mentioning that blacks could give a shit less about lawn or property maintenance. Mr. Bradley was dispelling all the myths she had grown up with concerning black people. She wondered if the tale about their big dicks was true, also. Probably not, she thought.

She rang his bell once she reached the front door. She heard chimes ringing inside and then footsteps. Mr. Bradley pulled open the door wearing a casual beige colored linen outfit.

"Hey, nice to see you made it over here safely", he said.

"Hello, Mr. Bradley, your street is beautiful!", she said.

"Thanks, come on in out of the heat. Look I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you just called me Tyree, okay? We're not at the office and I'm not that old," he joked.

"Okay," she said as she smiled.

Tyree invited her in. As she slid into his home, her right breast softly brushed against his arm. They glanced at one another. She quickly said, "Sorry". He said, "Don't worry about it, Bridget". She liked the way he said her name. She noticed that he had dimples(which she hadn't noticed before).

"Damn, her titties felt good on my arm," he thought to himself.

"He smells sexy", she smiled to herself.

"Would you like something to drink?", he asked. "Yes, I am feeling a little thirsty", she answered. They walked into the kitchen, which featured stainless steel appliances and a wonderful center island. "Very nice, very nice, Tyree", she exclaimed upon entering.

"Thanks, Bridget", he said.

He handed her a glass and went to the refrigerator to get some lemonade. As he poured her glass, he couldn't help but notice that she was looking at his arms and shoulders with a longing look.

"I wonder what it would feel like wrapped up in those arms every night", she mused.

"Those figures are in my den, follow me and I'll get them for you", he said as he walked in front of her leading the way. She watched his backside and the roll of his body as he walked.

"He walks with such confidence and poise", she thought.

They walked past a nicely furnished livingroom with a big screen television. Leather furniture was scattered throughout his home.

"He has good taste, too", she thought.

Once they reached his den, Bridget put her purse on a chair and sat down. For the next 15 minutes, Tyree explained to her how the figures were to be used in the report. As he talked, she couldn't help but drift away with thoughts of what it would be like to lie under him as he pushed his dick into her. Would he last longer than 3 minutes?

At one point, he interrupted her daydreaming and asked, "Bridget, are you okay?" She reassured him that she was fine, just a little put off by the heat of the day.

Tyree finished up explaining the project to Bridget. He asked her what her plans were for the rest of the day. She stated that she had to run a few errands and would probably be home the rest of the day, afterwards. "How about you, what do you have planned for this beautiful day?" she countered.

Tyree stated that he was going to work out in his home and take it easy for the rest of the day. He then proceeded to show her out of the den and to the front door.

He opened the door for her to leave and noticed her looking at his chest. "Doesn't really look like you have a lot to work on, you're in great shape Tyree", she said.

"Likewise, Bridget, you have a really nice figure. Do you work out?", he asked.

"Not as much as I should", she answered while looking him directly in the eye. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes. He told her he would see her on Monday, and if she had any problems to contact him before then.

As Bridget walked off, Tyree couldn't help to stare at her ass. It shook like firm jelly. Bridget was aware that Tyree hadn't closed his door and was most likely looking at her shapely ass. She put a little extra switch in her walk so that she could give him something enjoyable to look at. In that short span of time, her boss had managed to turn her on!

After Bridget had gotten into her car, she noticed that her nipples were harder than ever. Her pussy had become very moist in the short time she had spent in his home. "Tyree is going to be nice to work for. He doesn't seem the least interested in me as a piece of ass, only as a employee. That's nice for a change", she thought to herself.

As she started her car, and began to back out of his driveway, she noticed that she forgotten to pick up her purse from the chair she had placed it in while she was in Tyree's den.

She quickly put her car in park and turned the car off. She walked back up to the front door and began to knock. She rang the buzzer and received no response. She stood outside for a few minutes and continued to knock. She tried the door handle and found it to be unlocked. She stepped back into Tyree's home and called out his name.

No answer came.

She could hear music, though.

Not wanting to surprise Tyree, she let her heels click extra hard on the tile in the foyer as she began to walk towards the music. She passed the livingroom and his den. She continued to walk towards the rear of the home. As she neared the room with the music blaring from it, she thought she heard someone grunting. She stopped in her tracks. She began to tiptoe and before she reached the door, she stopped.

She craned her head around the corner to see Tyree placing the barbell back on its perch. He had taken off his shirts and his pants. He was now wearing a pair of loose fitting cotton shorts. He had begun to perspire lightly. His muscles rippled as he grabbed the bar for another set. Bridget began to say something but held her breath as she watched his muscles in action. His chest was wide and deep. His arms were large and well defined. His stomach looked like it had been chiseled out of granite. As her eyes traveled further south, she drew in her breath.

Tyree's dick was outlined quite clearly with the loose fitting shorts he had on. It looked like a meaty sausage. Very meaty. Bridget licked her lips and swallowed as her mouth had suddenly become dry. She coughed lightly which drew Tyree's attention to the door. He sat up, then stood up and began to walk toward her.

"What's wrong Bridget?", he said.

"Oh, I forgot my purse in your den and I was looking for you so that you wouldn't think I was prowling around your house like a common burglar", she laughed.

"I'm not worried about you taking anything from my home, Bridget. Besides, if you want anything I have, all you have to do is ask", he said as he looked directly in her eyes.

"Ohhh, really, Tyree?", she responded as she glanced down at the outline of his dick and his hard body standing only a few feet away.

"Really", he answered. "You look a little flushed. Are you okay? Would you like me to get you something else to drink?" he asked.

She looked at him, then at the outline of his thick cock. She knew for certain that her nipples were quite visible to Tyree. Her pussy had started to bubble and froth in anticipation of what she was thinking. She could feel the inner lips of her shaved pussy start to dribble love fluid into her panties. She breathed in a deep breath. She had made up her mind. She had to have that gorgeous cock inside of her. Even if it belonged to her new boss!

"You can get me a drink in addition to something else, if you don't mind?", she said.

"Let me guess, you're purse right?" Tyree said. He began to walk toward her heading for the door.

Bridget held up her hand and said, "Not exactly, Tyree. I was hoping that you could offer me what you have right there", she said as she pointed at his dick and smiled flirtatiously.

Tyree laughed at first. He thought she was joking. But as he continued to look at her, she held his stare. He realized that she was serious. Dead serious.

"First, tell me why you want this dick", he said as he began to rub his dick through his shorts. "Be truthful", he added.

"Honestly, Tyree, I stood here and watched you work out for a few minutes and it dawned on me that I have never had the pleasure of a dick your size between my thighs or in my mouth. I'm just curious to know what it feels like to be filled with to the brim with COCK", she answered.

Tyree smiled a knowing smile. "You seem like the type of woman who would harbor some reservations about sleeping with a black man, Bridget", he said.

Bridget looked down at the floor and pondered what to say in answer to Tyree's statement.

"I'll admit that when I first saw you, I immediately dismissed you but as I've gotten to know you, I realize that all of my preconceptions and the things my parents taught me about black men are unrealistic and unfair. Plus, I can't deny that you're sexy and you turn me on unlike I've ever been. Plus, I can't tear my eyes away from your dick...thinking about how it would feel pounding inside of me", she answered smiling slightly.

Tyree stepped forward and took hold of her hand and guided it to his covered dick. Bridget's small hand came into contact with his manliness and started to softly rub on the outside of his shorts. Her mouth was open and her eyes stared at the presence she was caressing with her hand. Tyree brought his hand up to her chin and tilted it upward toward his face. He bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and then on her lips, eliciting a deep moan from her throat. He kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue and she brought her tongue forward to play with his as she continued to stroke his dick to hardness. Her hand seemed so small in comparison to what she was holding. It pulsed warmly in her hand.