A couple rap tunes came on, and she kept right on grinding to the heavy bass rhythms. She got up right in front of him and started swinging her hips and shaking her ass right in the boss’s face. He told her to crawl under the desk because his dick was ready again. I was pleased at this, because I knew this would give me a good show.
Betty danced over to the other side of the desk and got down on her hands and knees. She stared into her boss’s eyes as she crawled catlike under his desk. From his angle, I think he could only see her ankles and high heels on the floor opposite him. she pulled his pants down to his ankles as he begged her to lick his black balls. Her head started to move. She held his dick up and off to the side with one hand while supporting herself with the other. I shifted my position in the closet to get a better view. She looked hotter than hell on her hands and knees like that, her fat ass sticking out from under the desk all lonely and begging to be played with.
She started sucking on his dick again, and from my new viewpoint I could see that dark form moving in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were sunken in as she dreamily bobbed her head up and down. Every once in a while she’d let his cock fall out of her mouth and she’d hotly kiss the head before drawing him back in with a loud, wet vacuuming sound.
She had crossed her ankles, slipping one shoe off her heel and making little circles in the air with the toe. A few times, she’d go to what I’ve heard she calls “the famous Betty suction-cup method,” both feet coming off the ground for balance, while the boss’s dick disappeared completely into her mouth and his face contorted in pleasure.
Her little panties had gotten an obvious wet spot in back. They had ridden way up her ample ass, and were splitting the swollen pink lips of her dripping pussy. At one point she reached her foot up and tried to pull her panties out of her slit with the spiked heel, but she couldn’t quite reach.
Her boss still had the music on, and I noticed she was casually wagging her awesome tail back and forth to the beat of the tunes. She was still dancing.
Her boss was clearly holding out on her this time, because this activity had gone on for eight or nine songs without him coming. That’s exactly the kind of thing she takes pride in never happening when she’s blowing a guy. Sometimes she plays games with herself, like saying she’ll make a guy come in three minutes or something. That’s how into it she is. She was pulling every trick she knew. She was drooling and making big, sloppy slurp sounds. She was gently kneading and tickling his heavy balls with her painted fingernails. She was even trying to talk to him with his wang in her mouth, telling him how much she loved to suck his cock and thanking him for this opportunity to please him. I saw the boss make a motion with his hand, but I couldn’t see why or what he was looking at.
Then that janitor walked into my view, staring at Betty’s shapely legs and snow-white tail, wagging in time to the music under the desk. I’d forgotten all about the guy until this point.
The boss smiled at him and flashed him a thumbs-up. The janitor quietly got on his knees behind Betty and slipped a finger past her wet panties and into her pussy. She gave a muffled yelp of surprise and her head bumped against the desk.
When she saw who it was, she reached back and slipped her panties off, giving him easy access to her pretty pussy. Meanwhile, the janitor had pulled his cock out, and he was a different story from the boss. He was rock hard from the moment he got in the room, and he was packing a hell of a load. It was as big as my forearm. It was amazing to see that much dick on just one guy.
The janitor beamed a big grin at her fat white ass, just quivering there on display in front of him.
Betty went back to trying her best to get her boss to squirt in her mouth. The janitor ran his hand along her upper thighs and pussy to get some of her juices. He stroked his mammoth dick with his hands to lube it up, then spread her wetness around her asshole.
Betty’s big, soft ass is like a magnet for hard-ons. Her sexy tail and slutty nature beg you to do it, but from what I’d heard, she’d never let anybody so much as rest the tip of his cock there. So I was highly intrigued as the janitor put one hand on her hip and started slowly pushing his Wiffle bat into her ass. She squirmed, but did not try to stop him.
The janitor eventually got in to the hilt. His dick was completely up her ass, and his balls rested heavily against her burning box. That sac was so achingly full it looked like he carried around a couple of tennis balls in there.
He just held himself there for a minute, laughing with pure joy, then began fingering her pretty pussy. She started these real deep moans of pleasure as he did that, and I was real surprised. The janitor slowly began moving back and forth in her tight asshole, tickling her fleshy cheeks with one hand and massaging her clitoris with the other.
She had loosened up, and he suddenly started slamming into her, his overfed balls clanging on her pussy like a door knocker every time he thrust in. He was swinging his hips like a piston and fucking her enormous shaking butt like he was a cowboy riding a horse. After only a dozen or so pumps of that big bone up her sweet little asshole, I could see her calves tense up, and she started shuddering in a really hard, strange orgasm.
Just then her boss started to come again. She reached her hand up to try to hold his tool in her mouth this time, but Mr. Big was still slamming into her from behind, and the come once more flew in all directions.
Betty said to the janitor, “I don’t know your name, and it’s a little late for introductions, but whoever you are, please fuck my pussy. I need that big thing in my puss so bad.” The janitor eased his thick log out of her big, pillowy ass and told her to get up on top of the desk so he could help her out. The boss was just leaning back in his chair and recovering. Betty edged back out from under the desk, her ass leading the way.
She likes nothing better in this world than big dicks. I’ve heard her swap big dick stories with her friends. They talk with reverence about the hugest ones they’ve seen. Her eyes were focused on his wang as she stood up.
She crawled up onto the desk and lay on her back, with her head hanging down near the boss and her hips at the edge on the other side. Her legs were dangling off the side, and she said, “All right, Hammer. Get me with that whale-dick. Please. Please fuck me. I need it so bad.”
The boss slid away from the desk and let the other guy move in. She was still begging when the janitor put one leg on either side of her head and dropped his balls right in her mouth. Her head was hanging down below desk level and her tits were gently swaying as she started tonguing his balls.
The janitor reached down and massaged her breasts, teasing her hard brown nipples while feeding her his meaty balls. He told her to suck, and she happily reached up and tried to steer his ridiculously bloated dick into her mouth. She admiringly whispered, “Damn, you sure got a biggie.”
She was able to sneak about a third of it past her lips. She couldn’t even move her head with that, much less suck up and down, so she ended up just sucking on it, and slurping and drooling all over herself. The janitor apparently found this sufficiently stimulating.
Betty pulled her knees up and put both feet on the desk for leverage. She was tickling his balls (which were now resting on her eyes!) with one hand, and playing with her pussy with the other, when the boss moved her hand away. He then stood between her spread knees and put the knob of his cock right between her puffy cunt lips.
The janitor was leaning over her and playing with her tits while his cock continued to stretch her gaping jaws and his heavy balls rested on her face. She was squirming and wiggling her hips big time, trying to get the boss’s cock inside her just a little bit. But he was teasing her with it.
After a few minutes of this, the boss asked her to roll over on her stomach. She pulled the janitor’s dork from her mouth with a pop, and a string of saliva ran from her lower lip to it as she sat up and shifted.
One of her shoes fell off as she moved around on the desk. The other slipped off her heel and was dangling from the front of her foot as she lay on her stomach. Her legs were sticking straight out, horizontal to the floor, and she was up on her elbows to resume her work. Her gorgeous, wide ass shook as she moved around, and came to a jiggling rest as she lay on her stomach.
The whole time she was moving, her eyes were locked on the janitor’s humongous, fat dork. He held her chin and guided that huge sucker into her open mouth.
She moaned contentedly on his big black dick and twirled her feet like a schoolgirl. She bobbed slowly up and down on it and gazed into his eyes while she blew him, one of her best tricks. The boss grabbed her back so she was standing on one high heel and the toes of her bare foot, while her stomach was still flat on the desk.
She continued sucking and talking through the entire thing. She slurped something that sounded like, “Peas fuck be dow,” and the boss said sure, anything she wanted. Then he proceeded to grab a fistful of each ass-cheek in his hands, spread them wide apart, lubed up her asshole again, and explored that tunnel himself. Betty moaned that her aching, hot pussy was never going to get filled with all their black meat.
The boss reamed out her no-longer-virgin tailpipe, and she kept on sucking for all she was worth. Her ass was rippling like milk each time her boss plunged into her. He gave her creamy pillows a few triumphant squeezes, then pulled out with a shout of “Yes!” and came again—this time all over her butt.
He looked down at her, bent over at a ninety-degree angle and, laughing heartily, said, “Your pretty white pussy is dripping all over my office.” Then he laughed some more.
The janitor was coming at that point too. His dick was like a stopper in her mouth, and her full, red lips were clamped around it as he came. Her lips twitched as powerful spasms of come lurched through his horse meat. She gulped and gulped, her eyes getting wider and wider as she kept swallowing. Finally he was empty, and Betty was able to close her eyes and rest her head on the desk with his bloated, freakish wang still stuffed between her lips.
She was breathing tiredly through her nostrils. Her back was covered with shimmering pools of come, and her big, white butt still looked unreal at the front of the desk. Her own juices, as well as some of the men’s come, glistened all the way down her soft thighs and deliciously long legs.
The janitor’s cock started to shrink as last, and she was able to slip it out of her mouth. She sighed lovingly as she continued to stare at it. With a few pussycat cleaning-licks of its knobby head, she said, “Well, boss, I did it. I swallowed every tasty drop. Now will somebody please have a heart and fuck me right? Make a white girl happy.”
But no, the janitor suddenly remembered the vibrator he’d heard her using one night, and went out to the other room to get it. He laughed as he came back in and handed her the vibrator. “You’ve worn us both out,” he admitted. “You’ll have to make do with this little toy.”
She was in such desperate need of satisfaction at that point that she had no choice. She went and sat on the floor, not five feet from where I was hiding, kissed her humming friend, then slipped it quite easily into her soaked pussy. She moaned deeply and happily, and began writhing sluttily on the rug.
The two black men stood there watching. In two minutes she had a tremendous, shuddering orgasm. She was holding and thrusting the big vibrator with both hands and shouting, “God, yes!” and all kinds of other less coherent exclamations.
Then her whole body kind of went limp, and she was sprawled out on the floor, legs spread, her eyes closed and a contented little smile on her face.
The janitor picked up her stray shoe, wet panties, dress and jacket and set them next to her in a pile. The boss lifted her to her feet and said, “That will be all for now,” and patted her bare butt as he ushered her—totally naked, one high heel on, vibrator and clothes in her hand and a startled look on her face—out his office door and back to her own office. He closed the door behind her. Then the janitor and her boss shook hands, said, “See ya tomorrow,” and started giggling like a pair of loons.
Fortunately for me, soon afterward everybody cleared out, and I was able to sneak off. I know it’s tough to believe, but I swear I witnessed this entire episode just as I’ve reported it. I only wish I could have found some way to participate.—
K.R., Detroit, Michigan
SHE COMES WITH HUB’S FRIEND WHILE HE LOOKS ON AND JACKS OFF
When Carter introduced me to his new girlfriend, I was awestruck. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. She was a gorgeous five-foot-six-inch redhead. She had a beautiful face, a creamy-smooth complexion and big, beautiful brown eyes. She was twenty years old, three years younger than Carter and I, but she had an air of maturity about her.
She may have been dating Carter, but for me it was love at first sight. I didn’t say anything to my friend, but I knew the second I met her that she was the one I wanted someday to be my wife.
I hoped that if I bided my time I might get a chance with Candy. Seeing a gorgeous girl on Carter’s arm was nothing new. He was tall, well-built, quite handsome and a natural charmer.
I’m five inches shorter than Carter, weigh at least fifty pounds less and am not what you would call handsome. I was always shy around girls, and I never had much luck with them. I knew I could never compete with Carter for a fabulous fox like Candy, but I also knew that none of his relationships ever lasted that long.
I made it a point to see Carter more often, in order to see Candy. The more I got to know her, the more impressed I was. She was not some empty-headed bimbo, like many of Carter’s girls. She was smart, sweet, caring and just plain fun. She and I became good friends, and I found myself falling harder and harder for her.
Sure enough, three months after he introduced me to her, Carter broke up with Candy.
I wasted no time. I called Candy up and asked her out that very day. We began dating, and I was in hog heaven. Carter was occupied with some new gal, and I didn’t see much of him.