The Workplace Fling: BWWM OWYM

COPYRIGHT, SEPTEMBER 2023

"I will be at your campus tomorrow. We can meet then. For now, goodbye."

Seconds later, I closed the Zoom app, giddiness running through me, aware she fit the profile of what I find attractive in women; those things being a woman who is just past middle-aged, African-American, cute, and perhaps a tad curvy. As I tried to calm down, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. I imagined her walking towards me, her hips swaying in her tight skirt, her ample breasts moving with each step. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts of such unprofessional musings. But I couldn't help feeling a stirring in my loins at the thought of her. It was all too obvious to me that since I had graduated college just a few years ago, my dating life had not been what I figured it would be. I had envisioned life as a bachelor being wild and crazy; true, I had lived some crazy fun nights, yet nothing fulfilling. What's more, I had never indulged my lifelong fetish for older, dark-skinned women.

Yet now, there was a chance, no matter how slight, that she might be into me. Glancing at the clock, I was in disbelief at how much time had passed during my meeting with her. Shutting my computer down, I left the room, my mind in a daze as I began the trek to my car, wondering what might happen the next day.

***

The next day, I arrived at the campus early for my meeting with her. I paced around in the courtyard, eager to see her again. Finally, she appeared, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was everything I had imagined and more. Her skirt hugged her hips just right, and her top accentuated her curves. As she approached me, I felt my heart skip a beat as she greeted me with a warm, tight hug.

"Hi, it's great to meet you in the flesh," she said, smiling warmly.

"It's great to meet you too," I replied, barely keeping my cool.

We walked towards the building, and as we did, I couldn't help but sneak glances at her. Her hips swayed seductively with each step, and I felt myself growing more and more aroused. As we entered the small, windowless meeting room, I couldn't help but feel nervous. This was my chance to make a move, but I didn't want to ruin the brief professional relationship we had built. With every passing second, I could feel my cock growing harder.

"Is it okay if we meet here? I'll tell everyone not to disturb us," she said, a playful smirk cracking her face.

She sat down at the side of the desk, motioning for me to take a seat in the chair facing the computer. I did so, and once seated, I turned awkwardly to face her. She was as beautiful as I remembered from the Zoom meeting. We exchanged pleasantries, and I asked her inane questions about her job as a specialist, and if she could share any of her work.

"Don't worry about that, sweetie. We'll just focus on you today." Her voice was a slow, hypnotic rhythm. I couldn't help but look at her breasts, which were in an endless battle to destroy the buttons on her dress shirt. Every now and then when she moved in close to show me something, her chest would push against her shirt, and I would catch sight of her erect nipples. My cock was hard, and I was trying to hide it from her, but there wasn't much I could do. I felt like a young schoolboy, my hormones raging.

"So," she said, changing the subject. "What do you think of the school so far?"

"It's been great," I replied. "Supportive colleagues and the students are great, for the most part."

"I'm glad to hear that. Plus, it's nice they give you planning days like this, where you can work alone. I've been in the district for several years and appreciate that they are so trusting of us."

Her voice is like honey, her curly black hair close to me, her bosom much closer. By now, my cock was about to rip through my pants, her feminine scent serving as a powerful aphrodisiac. In my peripheral vision, I witnessed her manicured, ebony fingers sliding off the desk, dropping down until they came to rest on my knee cap. This yielded a jerk of my manhood, the resultant erection obvious to the both of us. I knew this small meeting room had no cameras or windows, it only had a lock on the door. She hovered near me, lust in her eyes, no ring on her finger.

After what felt like an eternity she broke the silence.

"I like what I see here," she purred, touching my thigh. "And I know I haven't seen it in a while." She chuckled as I felt her nails digging into the fabric of my pants, my rod growing even harder, blood pulsing to my already stiff cock. I attempted to say something, but she held her hand up, silencing me as she rolled my chair away from the desk, dropping to her knees in front of me.

"Now, you don't need to say anything," she said. "I know this is mutual, isn't it?" I nod my head like a bobblehead doll.

"But, how did you know I was into you?"

Chuckling, she gave me a playful swat on my shoulder. "Honey, I'm 50 years old, and have been around men my whole life. I can tell when a young stud is eager for some mature dark meat, hehehe."

She began to unbutton my pants, her long, manicured fingers deftly undoing my belt, unhooking the button, and unzipping in a deft move. "I already know how you feel about me, and I like it. I can tell you're a nice guy, and as a matter of fact, nice young guys make me horny."

As she said these words, her hand slipped in the gap between my pants and abdomen, her fingers gripping my stiff shaft.

"Ugggh," I moaned, a surge of arousal electrifying my being as she held my hard manhood prisoner in her hand.

"Oh, my," she said, her eyes lighting up with lust. "Someone is excited, aren't they?"

I managed to nod, my mouth unable to form words as she stroked my cock through my pants, my eyes fixated on her breasts, which were heaving with her breath, her eyes like that of a Nubian temptress. She was older but not old, smart and sexy, stroking my cock in a tiny, windowless room. This was an experience beyond my wildest fantasies.

"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked, pulling her hand out of my pants.

"Yes," I replied, my voice weak and shaky.

"Good," she replied, her hand still on my thighs. "Now, close your eyes and lean back."

I did as instructed, relaxing in the chair, my erection still rock hard as I felt her soft, plump lips on mine, her tongue probing into my mouth. As we kissed, she continued to stroke, before pulling her tongue out to speak to me.

"I can tell you're a good boy, and you have no idea what you're in for, but you're about to find out, aren't you, honey?"

Wetness was already collecting on my tip, and I could feel her hand being squirted with my pre-cum. "Ye-Yes," I stammer, her hand working its magic on me.

"That's a good boy, now relax and let me take care of this big boy for you."

I leaned back in my chair as she began to stroke me, her hand making long, slow, languid strokes up my member, my whimpers of delight serving as a soundtrack. As she did this, I watched her face intently, her eyes looking back into mine, a smirk building across her face.

"How do you like my hands? Do they feel good on your cock?" She knew she had me as her loyal servant, my mind hypnotized.

"Yes, they feel amazing," I answered, my eyes locked on hers.

"Good, because I'm gonna make you cum, and I'm going to swallow every last drop. That is, unless you don't want me to."

"No, no I want you to," I replied, my voice rushed with thrilled excitement.

"Good, because I love sucking white cock!"

She retrieved a small container of lubricant, which she squirted on my shaft. Gliding her hand up and down it, the lube created a smoothness to her motion that was indescribable. She pumped it, her eyes locking on mine, her hand moving up and down, lubricating me with her saliva and her "spit shine."

"Now, honey, I'm gonna make you cum so hard," she whispered. "You're gonna unload and give me your cum."

I nodded my head. "Y-Y-Yes, ma'am, that won't be a p-problem."

With my eyes closed, I sat back in my chair, enjoying her hypnotic stroking. "You're going to be my good little boy now, aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied, my hips thrusting ever so slightly into her soft hand. "I'm going to be your boy, little good. Err - umm - good little boy."

"Good," she said, her hand increasing its pace, her body ascending, her soft lips on my neck. "You're going to be a good boy for me and do what I tell you to, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes," I answered, my hips thrusting into her hand, my eyes closed. "I will."

I was in a trance, her voice like music, her touch like a drug, her control complete.

"And this beautiful dick is going to cum for me, isn't it?"

She was like an animal, her eyes filled with lust, her body pressed against mine. "Yes, yes, it is," I said, my hips thrusting into her hand. "It's going to cum for you."

"That's my good little boy," she said. "Now just relax, let me take care of you."

Her hand now moved in fast, short strokes, getting me worked up, moment-by-moment, closer to orgasm.

"Kiss me," she said, her mouth hovering inches from mine.

I did as instructed, our lips connecting as I moaned in her mouth.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" she asked, her hand moving faster than before.

"Yes, ma'am," I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, my cock completely slick, the pre-cum adding a slickness that was intoxicating.

"Good boy," she said, unbuttoning her top to reveal her cleavage underneath, her knees planting themselves in the thin carpet in front of the chair. Her hand resumed its stroking, moving so fast it was a blur. "Let me see you cum for me."

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," I announced, my hips thrusting into her hand, letting her know I was ready to shoot my load, my testicles contracting.

"That's my good boy," she said. "You're going to shoot that load for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered, my voice breathless.

"Cum on my tits," she said, her hand stroking, her body tilting in closer.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I whined, my voice low and husky in a primal tone.

"Cum on my tits," she said, her hand moving faster.

"I'm cumming," I repeated, my voice louder. "I'm gonna be cumming on your tits!"

"Good boy," she breathed, her hand moving at light speed, long, fast strokes, my tip soaking wet now. "Do it!"

And I did, shot after shot blasting from my cock, arcing towards her chest, with an errant shot or two hitting her forehead and hair.

Her hand stopped moving after I came, my rod in her hand, another surge of cum surprising her by splashing her on the face.

"That's a good boy," she said, allowing it to snake down her face as she spoke. "Now, let's change places."

Standing in front of me, she craned her body over, presenting her curvy backside, corralled within her tight skirt.

"Now, honey, you keep stroking your cock for me," she demanded. "I'm going to turn around and bend over for you, so you can see every part of me. And don't worry, I know you came, but I know a young adult your age can do two pops before losing a hard-on."

"Okay."

Propping her skirt up, I took in the sight of her buttocks, thick, wide and sexy. The sight of her thong panties only added fuel to my sexual fire, my heart thumping as I prayed there would be no knocking on the door. Fortunately, this seemed to be the case as I pulled her thong down to her ankles, her pussy wet and waiting.

With her bent over in front of me, I resumed stroking, my penis once again as hard as steel. "So honey," she purred, her eyes looking back at me as she presented her pussy. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."

"I'm going to fuck you," I answered, my voice low and steady. "I'm going to fuck your pussy with my big cock."

"That's what I like to hear," she countered, her eyes now closed as she felt my hand on her, stroking her pussy lips. "And when you fuck me, that steel pole is going inside my pussy, isn't it?"

"Yes," I answered, my manhood gliding over her lips, feeling the wetness of her arousal. "It's going to go inside your pussy."

"That's my boy," she said, her eyes looking back at me, her hand rubbing herself.

I moved my hips forward, my shaft pushed up against her wet lips. She was so wet, her arousal so intense, that my seven-inch shaft found its way inside her, filling her nice and slow.

"Oh, that feels so good," she moaned, her legs moving back and forth, shaking a bit as I slid inside her. "Now, fuck me! I want you to fuck me hard!"

As I lifted her ass, her legs spread wide, and I was able to thrust into her with more force. I thrust into her, gripping her hips while burying all my manhood inside.

"Ohh, fuck!" she screamed into her fist, muffling the sound. "Fuck me!"

"I'm fucking you, baby," I replied, slamming forward as if to prove my point.

"Harder!" she screamed, her head turned to one side, her face scrunched up.

I pushed into her, almost lifting her off the ground. She squeezed her legs together, her body spasming, her pussy gushing a river as she came hard.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body convulsing.

I kept fucking her, riding out her orgasm, pounding her pussy until she softened again. Once she did, her eyes still closed, she fell down onto her elbows as her body relaxed.

"Thank you! Ooooh, thank you, I hadn't been fucked like that in years!

Cognizant that we were technically in an office where anyone could catch us, we got out while we were ahead, deciding now was a great time to get dressed.

"Can you hand me my panties, please?"

I did so, proceeding to get dressed myself thereafter.

Turning to me, she grinned. "I'm available next week for a follow-up meeting, if that works with you."

"Yes, it definitely does," I reply, my cock giving a final lurch before softening.

"And, it looks like he won't mind it, either," she quips, both of us laughing, before saying our goodbyes.

THE END