It's the simple things that gets this black girl

THE ULTIMATE SEDUCTION

It was the summer and I’d been working at the store for over five months. I had worn the same relaxed style; therefore, I was nervous about modeling my new cornrows. I decided to come in a few minutes earlier to take a couple of quick glances in the restroom mirror and make sure my clothes and makeup was flawless. As soon as I stepped out of the ladies room a group of warehouse workers spotted me. In my tight tangerine top with cherries on the front and matching mini skirt, the guys couldn’t stop staring and complementing me. My heart started to race as Matt headed towards the group of guys surrounding me. In an authoritative tone Matt beckoned, “Michelle, can I see you for a moment?” as he signaled to the guys to get back to work. Becoming more curious than nervous as to why he headed towards the show rooms instead of the office I asked “What’s up, Is something wrong?” as I quickly walked to keep up with him. Never looking back at me Matt said, “I thought you were suppose to keep the show rooms presentable” in a needlessly harsh tone. I was in a state of disbelief as I watched Matt frantically going from room to room fluffing pillows and picking up barely visible pieces of paper while mumbling under his breath. 

We entered the last room which was a display of a lavished living room. Annoyed at him tediously collecting inconspicuous pieces of trash I said “You do realize that you would have to vacuum to collect these small pieces of paper, and that’s not in my job description.” When he didn’t respond to what I said and continued to pick up the trash, I resorted to the ‘Black Girl Head tossing and finger waving’ and professionally but hard-hitting stated “I tell you what, how about I just do the job you hired me to do until I find a job with acceptable hours.” As I turned to walk out he stopped me in my tracks when he insinuated “Huh… can’t wait to go prance in front of ‘the boys’. Can you?” I was shocked that he had the edacity let alone the balls to say what he did. He must have realized he went too far because he pleaded for me to hear him out and gestured me to have a seat on the couch. As he sat in the chair across from me he continued, “I’m sorry… It’s just that I don’t believe you should fraternize with the floor help” with a look of intensity he lectured, “You’re my personal assistant so you should represent me.” Becoming irritated by his tone and the fact he was avoiding the real issues I interjected, “Hold up…The only way I have to represent you is by putting 110% into my work…Which I do” getting ready to make my dramatic exit I informed, “But Remember I am not your personal property.”

As I swiftly headed towards the exit, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me closely towards him and began passionately kissing me. I remember the faint taste of cigarettes and coffee as he sucked my tongue. Moving his hand up my skirt, he pushed the crotch of my panties over and started finger fucking my famished kitty. My pussy was saying yes, but my ethics made me say “What if someone catches us?” Unconcerned he pulled my skirt up and pushed my panties to the side and kneeled down and began slowly licking my pussy as if it was a chocolate fudge bar. My pussy is so fat that if you grabbed it you’d have a hand full of meat. I don’t tell you this to brag, but so you can imagine how I felt when he tilted his head and attempted to cover the entire thing with his mouth and began sucking it as his tongue playfully flickered about. He knew he had me because I began to unconsciously scream, “OOOOHH yeah…that’s how you do it…OOHHH suck on my pussy” as I grinded his face. Before I could cum, he got up and shoved his finger through my wet sticky black lump of meat and stuck it in my mouth and smugly asked, “So tell me. Do you belong to me now?” It was like I was under a spell because I started fanatically licking and sucking the juices of his white thick finger as I responded “From day one I belonged to you.” He told me I would have to prove it to him as he placed his hand on the small of my back and escorted back to the office.

The fact that Matt’s hand remained on the small of my back as we walked back to the office was THE ULTIMATE SEDUCTION. It was if he was stating his claim as the warehouse workers watched with a feeling of defeat as the sales girls frowned with a look of disgust. I could have cum as my swollen pussy rubbed up against my thighs as we walked. As soon as we locked the door to the office, we began removing each other’s clothes while I kissed him all over his flushed white face. After removing his boxers, I discovered that he had more than enough protein to nourish my gluttonous jungle cat. As I rubbed his rising star and playfully kissed him I asked, “So, what would I have to do to prove I’m yours?” You don’t have to be a brain surgeon to know what he was going to ask me to do, but what impressed me was the fact that he sat on top of the desk so I could please him from the chair. Any other guy would have probably made my black ass kneel down on the floor, which by the way was made of concrete; so I knew I was going to show my utmost appreciation. First, I started jacking his dick as I sucked his balls gently moving them in the opposite direction of his dick with my mouth. I know it sounds unnecessary, but guys seem to really dig it. He was trying his best to be cool as he curled his toes and bit his lip, so I decided to push him to the limit. I began sucking the tip of his juicy white dick like it was a McDonald’s straw and I was trying to get that last little bit of vanilla milk shake while I gently jacked him using a method similar to milking a cow. This was a winner because he kept repeating, “good girl….OOOOHHH fuck….that’s a good little black girl.” I know someone reading this story probably thought it was demeaning in someway, but it had my cunt soaking the chair’s suede upholstery. 

I guess he had other plans before he had an orgasm because he gently pushed my tightly griped mouth away from his engorged dick. Like a gentleman he pulled me from the chair and leaned me over the desk and began tenderly fucking my aching hot jungle pussy as he complimented “I like your hair like this” while he pulled my braids. Dirty talk is OK, but sweet nothings gets me every time. Fishing for compliments I asked, “Oh yeah, Tell me what else do you like baby.” Taking deep slow thrust he responded, “UMMMM….I love this little black ass yours” while he playfully slapped my ass. Residing in an African American community where there is an abundance of “J-Lo booty” walking around, I rarely give my firm “baby bottom” the credit it deserves. Finally letting go of my insecurities about not having a “donkey butt”, I began to clap and gyrate my ass like my previous black boyfriends always wanted me to do. I knew I wasn’t the only one getting off on my new found freedom because he started to moan, “That’s right…That’s right… shake that black little ass for me” as his thrusts went from soft and slow to fast and hard. 

As my chocolate-pink pussy involuntarily smacked on his dick with the rhythm of my ass, someone knocked at the door. I can tell he didn’t want the feeling to end because oddly he started grinding me slower as he calmly yelled “I’ll be with you in a moment.” while nervously watching the door. Afraid of someone finding out I quietly demanded, “Oh my God, They know I’m in here. Oh my God, you have to stop and go answer the door.” He just continued to grind my tensing pussy while he repeatedly said, “OOOHHH SHIIIIIIT this pussy’s good.” Don’t misunderstand my mind was scarred as hell that someone would catch us, but my pussy became inflamed at his inextinguishable behavior. I began spitting in the palm of my hand so that when I reached underneath to caress his balls it would have a similar effect as a thick wet tongue. The sound of pounding on the door accompanied by his partner’s voice inquiring, “Matt…Matt…There’s some guy says he’s been waiting for over fifth teen minutes. Is everything cool?” sent Matt into frenzy. After giving his partner some lame excuse, he started pounding my weary womb while repeating, “Look what you have me doing.” The fact that I knew he had to nut, I decided to tease him a little bit. Using my infamous “cunt control” I began to make my pussy pulsate as I jokingly whined, “We have to stop. Come on and cum already.” Quickly after Matt groaned, “Got Damn that’s some good pussy,” as he glazed my ass with his freshly made frosting.