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  The low order takes my breath away. I drop my purse and the bag I'm carrying and do what he asks. I bend over and put my hands on his desk. "Yes, sir," I whisper, as an afterthought.

  I'm trembling and a little terrified of what he's going to do but in the best way.

  He's gentle. His strong, rough hand peels up the skirt I'm wearing, tucking it over the fleshiest part of my ass. Then, his finger hooks into the elastic of my thong and slides it down.

  He plucks the string out of my ass crack and slides down until it's at my knees. Then, he stops.

  "I'm going to fuck your pussy today, Serena."

  I shudder with pleasure and close my eyes. The knock at the door makes them pop open. I start to straighten, my hands tugging at the thong when I feel his hand on my back.

  "I didn't tell you to stand up," he says, calmly.

  My mouth falls open. Is he serious? Is he really going to do this? I mean, fun is fun but he could probably get in serious trouble for...

  "Come!" he shouts.

  My hands are shaking on the table as I hear the door swing open. I can't believe my fucking pussy is just out in the open like that!

  "What is it Lorie?" Dale asks.

  Lorie. Fucking Lorie? Can she see me? Is Lorie getting an eyeful of my pussy? My resolve falters and I almost stand up and spin around.

  "There's a gentleman from IT here to see you, Mr. Evenson. Shall I ask him to wait?"

  I start to breathe again as I realize there's no way Lorie has seen anything and still sounds that normal. He... Dale must be standing in front of me so she can't see, blocking the sight of me bent over with my pussy splayed out with his massive trunk.

  There's a pause before he answers.

  It feels like the longest few seconds of my life. "Yes. Tell him to wait. We'll be done in here soon enough."

  Relief at not being discovered is quickly overcome by despair as I realize what this means. This means he's not going to fuck me. Not now, anyways. My pussy squeezes with need. I don't know how much longer I can wait.

  The door closes and I hear him turn around behind me. I close my eyes and try to will to existence the sound of his belt buckle being undone.

  They're quickly opened by the feeling of two of his fingers sliding up into my hot, slippery cunt. I moan and try to settle onto them but get a quick slap on my ass cheek that makes me stand back up.

  I'm so fucking turned on I feel like I'm going to come just from that.

  Then I feel his thumb settle on my ass. He presses it harder against my hole, then twists a bit, stretching the eye of muscle.

  "Looks like this is going to have to wait for a bit," he says. He fucks his fingers in and out of me a few times, rubbing my ass hole at the same time. "But I have a little something for you."

  I start to turn around in my excitement but am met by another smack, this time on the other ass cheek.

  He pulls his fingers out. Something hard touches my pussy and glides up and down, up and down. The juices from my slit dribble onto it.

  I feel it glide up, past my perineum leaving a trail of wetness, then settle against my ass hole. I gasp at the sudden pressure.

  His hand settles on my hip.

  A moment later I feel full as the thickest part of the plug slips past the ring of my ass. A moan escapes me.

  Dale pulls my thong back up and over the plug. He pulls my skirt down and smooths it down. "There. Stand up."

  I stand up but just barely. The plug feels so tight in my ass. I take a tentative step but I can barely walk.

  "You wear that for a few hours. There's no way I'm fitting into that tight ass of yours without a little help. This'll stretch you out."

  My pussy is absolutely aching for his big dick. I look over at him, my lips pouting with disappointment. "Sir?"

  "What is it, Serena?"

  "When... when do you think you'll... "

  Dale chuckles. "Can't wait for that big, black dick, huh?" he asks.

  I nod eagerly.

  "What'd your husband think when you told him last night?"

  "He got really turned on."

  "Oh yeah? Is that right? You suck him off too?"

  "No," I reply, shaking my head. "I jerked him off in the hall when I got home."

  Dale nods. "That it?"

  I shake my head again. "No. I... I couldn't sleep so I woke him up and fucked him."

  Dale nods again. "You on top?"

  I nod back.

  "He pull out?"

  I shake my head and look down, not sure why I'm suddenly shy.

  "He come in your pussy?"

  "Yes."

  Dale doesn't say anything for a while which makes me look up.

  "I thought you said... "

  "It was... we got caught up in the moment."

  One corner of Dale's mouth goes up in a sneer. "You like that? You like some cum in your pussy?"

  I bite my lip as shame makes my face go red. But I nod.

  Dale looks at me for a while longer then steps to one side. "Alright. I'll fuck you later. For now do your work."

  "Yes, sir," I whisper. I start to walk but it's nearly impossible with the plug in my ass. But there's nothing I can do. I stumble from one foot to the other, through the door and out onto the floor.

  A few people look up. Is it me or are they staring? Are people starting to clue in? Do they know what's up? Can they see I'm walking funny?

  What the fuck am I doing?!?

  My pussy clenches again. The thought of Dale's big, black cock filling it makes me straighten up. Who cares if people know? It's none of their business.

  Struggling against the plug, I walk over to my office as curious eyes stare.

  ***

  Anderson

  I make the decision to call in sick about an hour after Serena leaves. I know I'm going to be just as useless at work as I was the day before. I call and ask for Brian.

  "You okay Anderson?" is his first question. He's such a good guy.

  "I'm fine. I'm fine. I just... I need another day."

  I don't like the length of the pause on the other end but what can I do. "Sure. Sure. No problem. Uh... probably should come in tomorrow though, alright?"

  "Yeah," I mutter. "For sure." I fucking know full well that none of this is going to get sorted by tomorrow. All of this is not magically going to go away.

  Whatever. I'll deal with it then.

  I grab a glass, fill it with scotch and sit down in front of the computer. I can't find a single thing to distract myself. Even porn doesn't work.

  My mind just keeps drifting back to Serena and her boss. Serena and her big, black boss. I torture myself thinking about what he's doing to her right now.

  Two drinks in and I get the idea. I know it's probably the stupidest idea I've ever had but once I have it there's no going back. I call a cab and wait on the curb.

  Walking across the floor of Serena's office, slightly drunk and knowing people are staring up at me from their cubicles feels like the most shameful thing I've ever done.

  I don't know why. Nobody knows why I'm there. It's not like anyone knows I'm letting Dale fuck her. Still, me knowing is enough. My cheeks are burning from the shame and the booze.

  I come to Serena's door and knock.

  "Come in!" The sound of her voice makes my shoulders sag. The whole way here I was wondering what would happen if he was fucking her when I got there. I open the door and stumble inside.

  "Anderson?" Serena jumps up from her desk. She wobbles on her heels and looks like she's going to fall over.

  I stumble over and grab her.

  "Anderson, are you drunk?" she asks.

  Suddenly the whole thing seems like a bad idea. Me not going to work. Drinking. Showing up at her office. I can't even look her in the eye.

  "What... what are you doing here?" she hisses.

  Finally I force myself to look at her. She doesn't look mad but she's wearing a strange expression. She shakes her head.

  The door clicks
shut behind me and I turn around to see Dale standing there. His shirtsleeves are rolled halfway up revealing thick, muscular forearms. He smiles with one side of his mouth.

  "Anderson," he says, his voice soft and low. "What brings you here?" He says it like a tease, as if he knows exactly what I'm doing here and just wants to toy with me about it.

  "I... I... "

  I what, Anderson?

  What am I supposed to say? That I came because I had to know whether he was fucking my wife? My insides twist into a tight knot and I look down at the floor. I steal a glance at Serena but she's watching him.

  "Let me show you something," Dale says, walking across the office until he's next to us. His closeness makes me step aside, giving him access to my wife. "Turn around, Serena," he orders.

  Serena does it right away. She spins around, her movements stilted and awkward. She bends over and puts her palms on her desk.

  My guts tighten even harder as Dale pulls up the already almost too short skirt she's wearing, revealing her full, round ass and yellow thong. My cock jumps as my eyes rest on the small button protruding from between her ass cheeks. Is that a plug? I turn to look at Dale, who's smiling.

  "You like that? You know what I'm getting that ass ready for, don't you?" Dale asks.

  A cold terror grips me but I nod.

  "I'm getting that fine white ass ready for a nice big, black dick."

  I swallow hard at the thought of Serena's ass getting stretched by Dale's massive cock. My cock hardens as he pats her ass cheek with his palm.

  "But you didn't come here for a lesson in what I'm going to do with your wife's ass, did you Anderson?" Dale asks.

  I look quickly at Serena. Her eyes are wide and hopeful and she's staring straight at the wall, as if I wasn't there and her only purpose was to do what Dale tells her to.

  Looking back at him, Dale gives me a nod. "Did you?"

  I lower my eyes and shake my head.

  "You came over here so you could see me fuck your wife, didn't you Anderson?" Dale asks.

  I take a deep breath and nod, knowing that my sweetest dream and my worst nightmare are both about to come true.

  Dale unzips his fly and pulls out his bulging cock. It's dark and sinewy with thick veins running along either side. He's half-hard. He pushes on Serena's back with his free hand and somehow she knows to bend over further.

  She leans over until her chest is pressed against the desk, then takes a step to each side so her legs are spread farther apart. The slit of her ripe peach is already leaking juice, a thin globule of it hanging by a strand from the edge of the cleft.

  Suddenly I realize that it's the middle of the morning. We're in an office. Dale has his cock out and Serena's half-naked with a plug in her ass. And I'm fucking drunk!

  "Wait!" I whisper. "What if someone... what if someone comes in?"

  Dale smiles, then chuckles. "What? You worried about that enough to tell me to stop?"

  I'm ashamed of the answer but I know he already knows what it is. Otherwise none of this would have happened in the first place. I shake my head and stare at Serena's leaking pussy.

  Dale sneers. "Naw. I thought not." He slaps the now hard head of his cock against her cunt with a wet smack.

  Serena whimpers but says nothing. She looks so... so... subdued. So utterly his all of a sudden.

  The realization hits me like a freight train. All kinds of thoughts start rolling through my head. Have I let this go too far that she's begging for Dale's black dick in the middle of the day? Risking her job?

  But as Dale starts to press himself inside her, as the dark head of his thick seeding muscle splits her open, I know I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to call it off. Not now. I know that right now there's only one thing I can do. Stand there and watch.

  Serena gasps as he starts to fill her with his girth. Her eyes open wider and her fingers claw at the edge of the desk, her desk.

  What is so fucking hot about it being her desk? Maybe the fact she's going to sit behind it after he's done with her and carry on with her day every once in a while smiling at the memory of what happened?

  Dale grunts. As Serena's tight snatch swallows more and more of his cock he lets out a satisfied groan. "Shit that pussy's tight."

  I clench my teeth as his cock stops three quarters of the way inside of her. I know what's coming and still I can't believe it. I can't believe Serena's little cunt can hold that much cock.

  Dale spreads her ass cheeks, grunts again, then ruts the rest of his dick into her.

  Serena's whimper is dangerously loud. It makes me cringe but I can't look away.

  Holding onto the desk, Dale bends over her and starts to saw in and out.

  The sight of that glistening ebony shaft gliding in and out of my wife's pretty, pink pussy has me rock hard. I'm desperate to touch myself, to ease some of the pressure in my balls but that would just be over the top, wouldn't it?

  What if someone were to come in and see that? Anderson Archer watching his wife get plowed by her boss while he strokes one out?

  No. I can't do that.

  Serena starts to breath heavily with each thrust. Dale isn't fucking her that hard but it's obvious by the way her mouth is twisted in delicious agony that he's going to make her come.

  He reaches down and wiggles the plug around. "There you go," he growls. "You like that? You like it in your ass, huh?"

  Serena lets out a quiet whimper and nods, her cheek sliding along the desk.

  I have a clear view of her pussy and Dale's big, black dick sliding in and out of it. She starts to squeeze him as she comes and the sounds soft wet slapping sounds turn into greedy slurps.

  I shudder at what her body's doing. Actually trying to suck the cum right out of his nuts.

  She stifles a moan as she crests over her orgasm, then lets out a massive sigh.

  "Alright baby," Dale says, hauling himself out. "Time to clean this up."

  Serena scrambles off the desk and onto her knees, barely remembering the plug in her ass. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, then tries to wrap her hands around Dale's cock.

  "Just the tip, baby. Just the tip," he orders through clenched teeth.

  Serena wraps her pretty lips around the tip of his cock.

  "That's it. Now lick. Lick that dick."

  I see her jaw start to move as her tongue licks the underside of Dale's cock. I nearly double over in guilt-ridden ecstasy at the sight of the first pulse.

  The contraction moves along his dick like a wave, as his dark muscle delivers the first of many blasts into Serena's mouth and throat.

  I nearly come myself as I watch her massaging his cock with her tongue, coaxing his seed out. She dutifully swallows each spurt of cum that shoots into her mouth.

  When Dale's done he jerks his tip out of her mouth with a pop. "Now stick that tongue out," he commands.

  Serena complies.

  He slaps her tongue a few times with the head of his cock, draining whatever's left in the shaft into her mouth. Then he tucks the monster back into his pants and zips up. He turns to me. "You like that?" he asks.

  I wish I could say no. At least a part of me does. I wish I could say that I don't like watching another guy dump a load of cum into my wife's mouth.

  But I can't. So instead, I nod.

  "Good," Dale says. "Cause there's going to be a lot more of that going on." Then he nods at Serena to stand up. She does, just as Dale opens the door and walks out of the room.

  I look at Serena. She looks so beautiful standing there in her high heels, her skirt still riding up on her ass on one side. I walk over and touch her cheek. Then I lean in.

  She keeps her lips pursed shut.

  I don't care. I have to try. I need to taste her. I press my lips to hers and that's when she opens her mouth.

  My senses are assaulted by the river of sperm she spits onto my tongue. It's musky scent and nearly burning taste run down into my throat.

  Serena's hands co
me up, one under my chin, the other on my forehead as she empties the last of what she saved for me into my mouth. Then she pulls away, her eyes wide her expression feverish.

  She looks possessed. I swallow what she's given me and stumble back, still staring at her.

  With a lascivious smile, Serena straightens her skirt back down over her ass. She mouths the words "I love you," at me.

  It's all so surreal with my buzz slowly wearing off. I walk into the office. It's so quiet for a moment I think that people have gone to lunch. It takes me a moment to realize everyone's still there.

  They're staring at me. All eyes are on me as I walk to the elevator, my face burning with shame.

  I don't know how I manage it but I don't touch myself until I get back home. Then I stroke out climax after climax the whole time thinking of Dale driving up into Serena's cunt.

  Chapter 12

  Serena

  "Uh, Serena?"

  I turn to see Lorie walking across the room.

  Everyone's left. I hid in my office all day because I... I just couldn't. I couldn't come out. I didn't know she was still here.

  As she comes closer I study her eyes. Does she know? Does she know something's going on? Not that I care. Not that it'll make me stop.

  "Serena," she says, smiling faintly as she walks up to where I'm standing.

  "Hi Lorie." I can still fake a smile.

  "Hi." Another smile. "Mr. Evenson asked that you see him before you go. I was wondering if you were still here. Is... is everything alright?"

  My cheeks are shaking because of the fake smile but I give her a nod. "Yes. Everything's fine. Why?"

  "Oh, it's just, I saw that your husband was here and then Mr. Evenson went into the office and... I just didn't know. I thought I'd ask if everything was alright."

  Why does she seem like a friendly grandmother all of a sudden, wondering if everything is alright?

  Who care? I don't have time to think about that. Dale wants to see me. Mr. Evenson wants to see me. A butterfly flutters through my stomach at the thought.

  I follow Lorie across the office until I'm standing at his door. She opens it for me and smiles. "Well, that'll be the day for me. I hope you have a nice evening." She picks up her purse and keys and moves towards the door. "See you tomorrow!"