Invitation to older (over 50) female writing partner

[blkgeoman]

OOC...I am looking for a female writing partner 58 years old or older (or a woman who can convingly play the part)....you are a submissive, white executive secretary who just lost your husband 1 year ago, you miss a man's touch, and you miss sex you are crying out for it, but you are also very prim and proper, and a little old fashioned. You have the voluptuous curves of an older woman. A new vice president of operations has been promoted, you are his secretary, and find yourself strangely attached to him (played by me), he is black, very tall, in his 40's fit, muscular well educated, divorced, articulate and a bit domineering but caring at times. He is a workaholic and you find yourself wanting him to notice you the way you wanted men to notice you when you had your first office job 25 years ago...it takes a while for anything sexual to develop because he gives 120% to his work, and you are very shy and reserved.

 

[prettyredbows]

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[blkgeoman]

This only open to pettyredbows and me, if you wish to participate please send a PM

OOC: prettyredbows, I wanted to reply to your PM but the system wouldn't allow me to, however I would be delighted to role play with you, I will introduce the story, and we'll go from there.

 

[blkgeoman]

Introduction

OOC: Hi prettyredbows...The start is long just to set the story up, we'll just let it flow naturally from there, let's see where our imaginations will take us...

The elevator door opened on the 19th floor with a soft ding! sound...Monday morning...first day in the position that George Graham worked and dreamt for over the last 3 years...Vice President of Operations. He felt that he fully deserved it, after all he was the one that turned around the company's retail division, and made it profitable, he went from store to store region by region working with management at all levels, making friends, massaging egos, subtly playing the politics with just the right turn of a phrase at the right moment. All of this leading to a year-over-year 20% increase instead of last year's 10% decline...his mind was always crunching numbers

A first for the company....first black vice president in the company's 100 year history (mama and papa are very proud). He inhaled a sharp breath as he began to step out of the elevator...his cock twinged for a split second as he began to feel the power of this moment surge through his body. President 5 years from now?....nah!....well...maybe....you never know.

Maybe Sarah would finally understand that all of this was worth it. She didn't think so, or didn't have the patience to find out. She took their 2 kids and moved back to Montreal with her parents a year ago, how ironic, he just got final notification of the divorce last week in the mail. Oh well only 4 months 'til christmas...Sarah reluctantly agreed to let the kids spend their holidays with him this year..."I'm going to spoil them rotten" he thought to himself.

What a view...it was bright and sunny, and there he was...surrounded by the the financial district...all the familiar landmarks...the CN tower, the skydome, the stock exchange building...bank towers forever trying to outdo each other...(he once heard that one of them was 70 storeys high!)...the lake....he always loved being close to water...

"...and Jim Saunders in finance wants to meet with you at 2 after you've settled in..." George turned to his colleaugue Steve,,,,George was so caught up in the moment he didn't realize he tuned Steve out...."Yeah yeah no problem man....I'm just gonna spend the morning getting myself set up....I'll send him a quick e-mail...talk to you later". "Alright buddy" Steve replied as the elevator doors closed.

A well-dressd woman approached him and extended her hand "Good morning Mr Graham....nice to meet you, I'm your assistant, I've been briefed on the transition, they;ve already moved all your files and your computer from your previous office downstairs, if you like I can just quickly show you around, and help you get settled in." George shook her hand, "I'm sorry I didn't get your name"

"Susan, Susan Taylor, you can just call me Sue if you like"

" Nice to meet you too Sue"

Susan had been with company for almost 23 years and had had seen it all...she saw executives come and go....she remembered how hard the office door slammed on a morning like this 10 years ago when the vp at the time was being fired and there was a muffled shouting match between him and the president. There was some scandal about embezzlement or something....she was always kept on a need to know basis. She figured if she just kept her nose to the grind stone and finish off the next 3 years without too many waves she could retire at 60 with a good pension.

"A black man...vp...times have really changed" she thought to herself "good for him...hope he lasts....maybe this will be my last exec before I leave this place"....she led the way to give him a quick tour of his new office.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan Taylor had seen it all before. As an executive secretary she had experienced many management changes. But her efficient manner and excellent service to the executives to which she had been assigned made her a valuable staff member.

Susan always made sure to cater to the needs of whatever boss she served. She made sure the details were taken care of. Not only were the executives very busy, they often didn't care and so they were suitably appreciative when Susan took care of the personal responsibilities they cared not to handle.

George Graham was Susan's new boss and he was a departure from the norm. He not only was the first black vice president of operations for the company, but he was the first black man for whom Susan worked. He looked to be in his 40s and he was apparently divorced. Tall and muscular, Graham and Susan presented quite a contrast.

She was in her late 50s, and although she was small in stature, she still possessed the curves of women 15 years her junior. She always had avoided the sun tanning that many of her friends indulged in and her milky white skin, therefore, was relatively wrinkle-free. What fine wrinkles she had didn't take away from her attractive face, highlighted by high cheekbones. Her flaming red hair was her most striking feature.

Susan also had learned to dress the part of the executive secretary, always wearing heels and attired in tight, but not too short black shirts. She wore sensible blouses usually purchased from department stores. Her jewelry, although plentiful, was subtle. It didn't do, after all, to outshine her boss. Susan was the picture of a steady businesswoman, very efficient, a secretary any executive could count on, even if she was a bit schoolmarm-ish.

Lately Susan had gone about her administrative duties with a bit of melancholy. Ever since her husband died a year ago she had lost a certain zest for life, performing her duties in a perfunctory manner, efficient as usual.

But she was very lonely.

 

[blkgeoman]

OOC: This role play is closed to blkgeoman and wanton and wet, send a pm if you wish to participate.

 

[blkgeoman]

Sue ws just the model of efficiency,, he could see that she understood “attention to detail” just as he did, she had coordinated the move to his new office and took care of everything, down to the most minute detail…as he walked by his new desk, he saw that even the picture of his now ex-wife and kids was put just in the right spot where he likes it.

Being an executive in one of the major telecoms has its advantages. The office took up the entire 19th floor. There was the office itself...spacious with the huge mahogany desk, black leather couch designer coffee table, african artwork...the perfect environment in which to meet with heads other companies to discuss joint ventures...or...when meeting with the competition on your own turf, the perfect gigantic ego statement while still maintaining a sense of civility. Then there was the separate private area....his own personal gymn, a shower, massage table...after all a busy executive has to have balance and manage his stress...right?

This company lavished their executives with every luxury imaginable a chef, masseuse, personal trainer, but also demanded a lot. George was about to enter a new world overseeing the company's new broadband and cell phone expansions, satellite TV operations along with their newly acquired news network station..he was up for it....loved challenge...loved the constant adrenaline rush.

"...I'll give you some time to get comfortable", Sue closed the double doors to his new office as she went back to her desk....again George was in his own world as she was showing him around, and he had tuned her out even though he heard everything she said, and suddenly became conscious of the fact that the tour was finished.

He sat down at his new desk and looked again at the picture of his ex and the kids. He remembered looking at the picture as she trembled into an intense orgasm as he was deep inside her warm wetness...3 years ago, the last time he was promoted to director of the company's retail division he called Sarah to let tell her about it and that he would be working late that night. She snuck into the building later that night on a mission to surprise him and celebrate, and to leave her mark all over his new office. She came in dressed like a slut secretary smart business suit, short skirt no panties, plunging cleavage and playfully suggested that she was there to "assist" him setting up his new office....she came 3 times that night, the best was when she sat on his stiff cock after going down on him by his new desk at the time.

She had just dusted new his desk set up his computer and the other office stationery as well as the picture, she asked to him to see if the office chair was ok, he sat down and without warning she pulled down his zipper pulled "him" out and with her warm mouth gave him something to remember her by, whenever he would be at work and finished the memory by dropping her wet pussy on his dick with her ebony breasts in his face. He glanced at the picture for a brief second as he sucked and she trembled.

Sarah always felt a bit insecure, she always knew that there were women trying to throw themselves at him all the time...that's because she was one of them. He was successful, tall, handsome, muscular, and as she eventually discovered, blessed by nature with one of the largest cocks she had seen in her life! Surprisingly once they became a couple he had been faithful to her...despite the temptation. Mostly it was because he was a workaholic, he loved sex, but he also loved the sense of power he felt at each rung of the corporate ladder he was built for this stuff....couldn't get enough!...he was not going to let anything jeopardize that...no office sex scandal, no false sexual harrasment lawsuits. He had learned to stay focused on business at work, despite the steady stream of women of all shapes sizes, colours and ages trying to drop phone numbers, hints, propositions and pheromones on him. Besides while he was at Harvard, he had all the women any man could want in a lifetime, he sowed all of his wild oats...so he had become a one woman man by the time he met Sarah.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan was impressed by George Graham's resume. He certainly came more highly experienced than any of her bosses to date. And, he seemed totally self-assured, confident and even a bit cocky about his prowess in the business world.

And, my god, was he big! He towered over his diminutive secretary and Susan decided he was her superior in more than job status only. Susan made sure Graham received the full tour of the well-appointed office, including the private area that contained the workout room and the massage table. Her previous boss spent little time working out, but Susan figured the new, athletically inclined VP would be a frequent user. Just the thought of George Graham working up a sweat in the exercise room had given her an inkling of feelings she hadn't felt since her husband passed away.

"Well, now you've seen the whole VP complex, Mr. Graham," Susan said as she finished the tour. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it. If there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

Susan retreated from the office and busied herself at her desk, but she couldn't keep her mind off of her manly new boss. For the first time in awhile, she decided she would enjoy coming to work. George Graham looked poised to make quite a mark in the company, and that could only be good for her.

Susan also decided she would have to dress a bit more smartly, as her boss surely would be conducting business with a new kind of clientele. His upscale manner certainly would attract a more upscale brand of executives. Susan vowed to upgrade her wardrobe immediately. She needed to be ready when her boss needed her.

 

[blkgeoman]

A few days passed...George got used to his new office and had meeting after meeting with upper and middle management in other departments…Sue was in lock-step with him efficiently handling and responding to e-mails, setting schedules for his meetings and projects, the office was run with the precision of a military operation…

Sue knocked his door and looked in…”Mr Graham, Ms Richards is here to see you from Broadcom Networks.”

“Thankyou Sue please show her in”

In came a tall, sensual looking woman, with the poise of a tennis champion. She was in her mid-thirties, she had a smart business suit and her over–the-shoulder briefcase with her laptop.

George came around from his desk to greet his contact from the company that was going to help with his Broadband expansion. Hello Ms Richards….George Graham….pleased to meet you”
“Please call me Theresa, only my employees call me Ms Richards”
“Yes, and of course please call me George”

The woman offered a firm business-like handshake, and they settled on the sofa in front of the coffee table

“Sue” George called….he quickly turned to Theresa….”coffee?”
“Yes please….black no sugar…thanks”
“Sue could you get us some coffees please, no sugar or cream for Ms Richards”
“I’ll get that right away for you Mr Graham” Sue replied
“Thanks Sue”

Sue quickly brought in two coffee and closed the doors to the office as she went back to her desk

Their conversation went on for over an hour and was squarely focused on business, Theresa had prepared an excellent powerpoint presentation on the first phase of the joint venture that the 2 companies were about to undertake.

But as the conversation went on her body language gave her away. She would occasionally toss her hair, touch him lightly on the arm, laugh a little too enthusiastically at his dry humour. At the end of it, she handed George her business card, and wrote her home number on the back….her rationale was “This is one of the biggest projects I’ve managed, and I want to be “in the loop” at all times…I am available to you 24/7,if you have any questions, or you get up at 2am with a brainstorm and you want to discuss it, call me, I’ve got my home number on the other side…ok?”

George took her card, and walked her to the elevator, they shook hands….Theresa shook his hand with both of her hands and smiled coyly “I’ll look out for that e-mail with the first set of revisions that you’re going to send me tonight…ok?”

“No problem” replied George. Sue noticed him smiling slightly…knowingly…to himself, as he shook his head and went back into his office and closed the door…she wondered what they did or talked about behind closed doors for so long.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Life at the office had been a whirlwind for the past three weeks. Sue has been busy making arrangements to accommodate George Graham's busy schedule. And Sue was making it all happen seamlessly, even if she did say so herself. She quickly became Graham's right hand, her efficiency and planning efforts were simpatico with Graham's management style.

Sue also had been energized in her personal life. She realized early on that Graham's younger clientele were more stylish and more "current" than she was. She was beginning to feel a little frumpy. She partially transformed herself into a younger version of the administrative secretary by changing her hairstyle, and although she didn't succumb to a style that the 20somethings sported around the office, her new look was younger, smarter . . . better.

With her new cut, Sue also decided to upgrade her choice of makeup. She spent an hour working with a expert before she decided on a new series of cosmetics. The new look was classic, upscale and yet, somewhat sensual. For example, Sue had quit wearing red lipstick long ago, but now, red lipstick, discreetly applied, set off her pale skin dramatically.

Finally, Sue decided her wardrobe was in dire need of an upgrade. She had a closetfull of sensible business suits, but most of it was years old and somewhat out of style. It hadn't mattered before since it fit her sense of herself, but she felt she needed a transformation.

One afternoon Sue left work early and spent the rest of the day in an upscale department store selecting an entire wardrobe. She selected several skirts that were shorter, some tight and some "flouncy." Blouses generally were white silk, but often featured necklines that were more daring, and often, more sheer. Sue purchased a variety of delicate lingerie items that she knew would partially show beneath her new blouses.

Sue overspent, probably, on lingerie, as she selected a variety of items she would never wear to the office, but her new sense of herself brought with it return to womanly feelings. Her new frilly and exotic underthings would make her feel more like a woman at home.

Rounding out her purchases were shoes and accessories. The shoes were mostly heels, a little higher than her normal three-inch versions. Stockings replaced the constricting pantyhose she usually wore. And jewelry tended towards gold, although in a refined and classy. At her age, bling-bling was a fashion no-no.

Finally, Sue decided that "Sue" was too casual. The name didn't fit anymore. She made a conscious decision to be "Susan," although it took several days of correcting people before they began to call her Susan automatically. George accepted the new "Susan" immediately.

The transformation came together quickly. When George Graham started as her boss, Sue was a competent, nondescript personal assistant who blended into the background. Old-fashioned may have been too severe of a description, but Sue's matronly appearance and demeanor was heading there quickly.

Now, Susan was a mature and classy "woman." She felt better about herself. In fact she experienced a return of the desires she had in her youth. Those desires were unfulfilled, but they were there nonetheless. The new look and the new clothes certainly made her feel more feminine. But her new boss also had been partly responsible. She would die of embarassment if he ever found out that she felt more womanly and more vulnerable around him. So she kept her feelings to herself. She found herself jealous of the younger females, like the recent Theresa Richards, who were far more flirtatious with Graham than they should be

Susan flitted around the office now, bursting with enthusiasm about her job. She looked tremendous and felt better about herself than she had in years.

Currently Susan was engaged in helping Graham plan the launch of a new initiative to which he had been assigned. In his role as VP of Operations, he had been placed in charge of a committee on Broadband Development & Sales Management.

 

[blkgeoman]

George enjoyed the telecom and tech conferences that he visited it was a chance for some high-powered networking, in fact it was the connections that he made at a telecom conference last year in Vancouver that led to some of projects he was involved with now. But the stakes had now ben raised…as VP he was being asked to be a keynote speaker for the first time at a conference in Chicago in 2 weeks. The speaker that was booked had to decline at the last minute. He called Susan to begin making arrangements.

“Ah….Sue…er…I mean Susan can you come in here for a moment there is an important conference coming up, and I need your help to organize a few things”
Susan came into George’s office and right away he caught hint of some…thing…he couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something different about her.

“You look different today….what is it?….no don’t tell me…you’ve changed your hairstyle…right?”

“Well yes…kind of” Susan replied with a slight smile.

“Hmmm….there’s more to it than that….you’re giving off some kind of vibe….ah hah!…you’ve got a new man in your life huh?

“Well er” Susan squirmed a bit as she thought how to respond.

“Hey no need to explain….that’s your private business” George smiled….but he had no clue of what was unfolding in Susan’s mind. He actually thought that she was seeing someone and that was of no consequence to him really….she was a model employee a great asset to the company he thought to himself.

“I have to go to Chicago for a week for a conference and I’m going to need to be mobile and still connected to everything going on back here. I’m going to be one of the speaker’s and once this thing gets going it’s gonna be crazy. I’m going to need help at the conference itself because Theresa Richards will be there with some of her people. And right now, I don’t trust anyone else but you to keep up with me while I’m at this thing. So I need you to help book flights hotel reservations etc. for me and some of our people on the broadband project. I’m also going to need you to come with us….it’s going to be a nice convention centre but not a picnic…up at 7 every morning for a de-briefing tele-conference with the big guy (that’s what George called the president) and networking and the usual schmoozing ‘til all hours of the night is that ok with you?

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan was a little dismayed that George had not noticed her transformation over the last several days. He picked up on her new hairstyle, but hadn't even mentioned the change in clothing or her change in attitude. It was disappointing. But Susan decided that she hadn't made the changes for George's sake. Or had she? Was she trying too hard to please him? If so, he didn't seem to notice..

The Chicago trip was a surprise. She never participated in out-of-town business meetings with her former bosses. This would be a new experience. It looked like the Broadband Development and Sales Management committee was making a mark on the future plans of the company.

It was too bad there would be little time to socialize. Susan thought it would be interesting to learn more about her new boss in a social setting. But apparently it was not to be.

Susan had to admit they were an unlikely twosome: George the tall muscular, athletic black businessman, and herself, a petite, classy and older white woman. The contrasts were many: gender, skin color, age, and, apparently, judging from George's lack of attention to the "new" Susan, interest level.

Susan had to decide whether to quell her building interest in her new boss and move on, or raise the ante and allow her desires to be more transparent. She thought it was too bad Theresa Richards would also be in Chicago for the meetings. She certainly couldn't compete with the beautiful black woman. With any luck, however, maybe she could find someone to quench the pent-up desires she had since her husband died more than a year ago.

So there was dilemma. Susan had to make up her mind. Should she wait for George to make a move that might never happen? Or should she seek another outlet, or outlets, for her sexual frustrations?

 

[blkgeoman]

The next 2 weeks in the office were a flurry of meetings and preparations and documents all focused on showcasing the company through George’s presentations at the conference. Before they knew it, they were on a flight to Chicago. George was silent with a quiet, deadly focus for most of the flight…you could see the wheels in motion in his brain. Susan was sitting in the seat beside him and for the first time felt intimidated by him. She had not been this physically close to him for this long…there was a certain intensity about him which he carried like an aura and in his silence the intensity was fever-pitch.

He turned to her “By the way, did the hotel confirm that they had internet access in my suite?”
“Yes” Susan promptly replied….”and I’ve made sure you’ll get all your e-mails…if there’s a problem, I’m in the adjoining suite just in case”

George turned quickly and looked at her, he realized he had not considered that at all, and in the back of his mind a flag went up. He thought maybe this would seem inappropriate, he quickly dismissed the thought. After all she was his assistant and she so far was the one he really depended on to make this work.

“Oh….ok” George nodded thoughtfully ….”that’s good….just in case… ‘cause we both know something’s bound to go wrong anyway…and there’s a gymn in the hotel right?”

“Yep” replied Susan a little proud of herself, and all the detailed arrangements she made so efficiently.

Susan looked a little more comfortable after the silence was broken. George looked at her and for the first time noticed that she was wearing lipstick that gave her lips a subtle, wet look….they glistened…George thought to himself it’s been over a year since he last kissed a woman…Sarah…that is.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan enjoyed the flight to Chicago, especially since she had an opportunity to be "close" to her new boss for an extended period of time. But she was disappointed that he didn't seem to have the slightest interest in her, other than as a very efficient administrative secretary.

She was proud of the preparations she made for George Graham, and glad that the Broadband Development and Sales Management team was fully ready for its presentation. Susan also felt very good about herself and the way she had updated her image, a transformation from a matronly secretary to a sophisticated and sensual administrative assistant.

But with Graham oblivious to her new appearance, Susan decided she would have to find other outlets to satisfy her desires, the first desires she had experienced since her husband died over a year ago. She wondered if there were any other available men on the trip who would be more accommodating and more appreciative of her. It was better if she found someone else anyway since it was probably not a good idea to become involved with her boss. Besides, he clearly wasn't interested. She would have to check out the men at the hotel.

Susan had packed some sexy lingerie in her carry-on bag in the (probably futile) eventuality that she might be able to show them off on the trip. The lingerie made her feel so randy, she decided she might just wear them to make herself feel better.

As the flight droned on, and despite Graham's disinterest, Susan began to fantasize about him. He was so big and she was so small, she was both excited and a little fearful that he would overwhelm her. She envisioned his black hands caressing her soft white body. Susan decide that being vulnerable and overpowered by a forceful black man would be a major turn on. At least the fantasy of it was erotic.

As the heat between Susan's legs caused her to squirm, the plane's captain announced it was time for the passengers to fasten their seat belts.

 

[blkgeoman]

The conference was a whirlwind of meetings and networking George had Susan by his side for most of the time, she was busy taking notes business cards constantly updating schedules and responding to e-mail for him on her laptop. Theresa Richards was “on” George as soon as she saw him in the first session. She actually went beyond a handshake and gave him a hug, she said they had in contact so much over the last few weeks he was beginning too feel like a friend. Susuan of course was right there beside him, and Theresa shook her hand for the first time, and for a split second there was a palpable feeling of female competition in the air….Theresa made some remark about Susan being there beside George 24/7 and that pretty soon the only way to access George would be through Susan and then in a passive-aggressive way laughed it off with the usual “I’m just kidding.” Theresa had of course offered an open invitation to George at any time to meet with her to go over details of the project, and told him her suite number.

The third day of the conference was the main day for George he was going to deliver his address. He met Susan at 8am in his suite after the teleconference to go over the finishing touches of his presentation “showtime” was in an hour.

George paused for a moment as they were going over some of the notes…“Susan I don’t know what I would have done without this week, you have really impressed me with the way you’ve keep things on track….thanks for your help.

Susan smiled “No problem George it’s what I do”

After a few final minutes of preparation they went to the main ballroom of the convention centre where George would present.

George had no problem speaking in front of people whether 10 or 10,000 didn’t matter to him. But he was not prepared for the reaction he got! After his address people were all around him congratulating him on his project, business cards were flying as representatives from other companies were trying to pitch their services for various segments of the venture. Industry media was there journalists were there with photographers snapping pictures…A prominent black business magazine was there to try to get an interview with him for an upcoming issue on prominent black executives. George found himself a bit overwhelmed inside but outside handled it like a pro…as if this another ordinary day for him…but he felt a rush he never felt before. He felt like the way a politician would feel after winning an elrction...his cock stiffened and he found himself mentally suppressing it lest he embarrass himself.

After about an hour George excused himself from the remaining paprazzi, and went back to his suite. Susan knocked on the door from the adjoining suite she had some e-mails to discuss with him from head office. She had taken off her jacket and was wearing a white, smart but sensuous blouse with her navy business skirt, and came in very focused as there were a few problems back at the office that needed some resolution. George didn’t know what came over him but he looked at her as she walked in, her curvaceous hips and breasts swaying slightly as she walked her lips wet as they were on the plane. He rushed at her and picked her up off her feet, she was completely taken off guard and almost screamed and as a reflex reaction tried to push him off. But he didn’t let go, and with his muscular arms she wouldn’t really be able to move anyway.

She nervously blurted “A-h-h George….what….what are you doing?!”
Before she could say another word she felt his thick lips on hers. She was scared and yet somehow let her lips yield to his and gradually opened her mouth to his tongue while still trying push him off. She thought “oh God no…I can’t actually want this I’ve only got a few years to retirement, this can’t work, I might get fired….fantasizing was one thing but this was real”, While she considered all this he eased her back on to the ground with his body pressed against hers she could feel his growing erection.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan was exhilarated at the success of the three-day series of meetings and presentations, all culminating in a major presentation before a large audience. She had done her homework well, and made sure her boss, George Graham, had all possible barriers removed so he could perform to his utmost. And did he perform! It was clear the executives were enthralled by this handsome, muscular black executive. They applauded his programs and watched in awe as he dazzled even the most cynical businessman in the group. Susan knew the Broadband Development and Sales Management team was going to be a rousing success.

Both Susan and George were riding high on the euphoria of the scene that followed his speech. The black press had mobbed George as he pushed his way through the hotel lobby, answering questions from the swarming press. The big man towered over most of the reporters. He answered their questions for quite some time and revelled in the excitement. He sensed he would be portrayed as the "next big thing" is the press coverage to come in the next days and weeks. George was on top of the world.

Susan had slipped away and back to her room, checking up on any unfinished business from the home or any items George may have needed to tend to. She had slipped off her business jacket, revealing an expensive silk blouse that hugged her curves nicely. The blouse had no buttons, but was not revealing since the silk matetrial bunched together at her cleavage, providing plenty of modesty for the upscale female business executives who wore such things. Susan had been a recent convert, transforming her sedate wardrobe for one that subtly displayed her charms to greater effect. Her skirt was on the short side and, in order to feel more "womanly" to herself, she wore silk panties, stockings and a garter belt beneath.

Susan heard George come into the adjoining hotel room, and, after waiting courteously for a few minutes, she entered his room with some business emails that needed to be answered. It was clear George still was on a high from the success of the meeting and the near adulation of the press horde. His smile was wide and his eyes lit up as he looked at Susan, the administrative assistant who had helped to make this day possible. George also, almost for the first time, noticed how Susan had changed from the straight-laced woman he met when he first started with the company. He suddenly was overcome with emotion. And desire?

Without a word, George walked to Susan, took the emails from her and dropped them on a coffee table. He reached around the slight woman and easily lifted her up, spinning around in glee, finally able to share his success with someone who understood the work it took to get there.

Susan was taken completely off guard and nearly pushed George away when he stopped turning and planted a full kiss on her lipstick wet lips. It wasn't just a brief kiss, either. George was enjoying the softness of Susan's lips and soon began exploring her mouth with his tongue. George held her tightly as he finally broke the kiss and slid Susan to the floor.

"George!" Susan said, "What are you doing? I'm not . . ."

George quickly held a finger to her lips to quiet Susan's mild protest. He still held her tightly and his erection pushed against the older woman's stomach. He very slightly began to push his growing cock up against her.

Susan was dazed at the turn of events. True, she had fantasized about this very moment, but in reality, it was a bit terrifying. She wasn't sure what to do. Continuing the passion-filled embrace could be trouble for her future in the company, especially if George regretted his actions tomorrow. But another side of Susan wanted to continue, to raise the level of their passion even higher.

The fear and trepidation Susan felt certainly had one intriguing result -- she felt an erotic heat between her legs and her panties had become very creamy. This big, black man had done things to her she had only dreamed about.

 

[blkgeoman]

George was beginning to feel drunk with power, testosterone and the fragrance of Susan’s perfume, he felt invincible, his cock felt solid as it pulsated and strained against the fabric of his boxers. He threw all logic away, he started kissing Susan all over her body while she was still clothed…her face, her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, her sumptuous breasts…frenzied short kisses. He felt a primal urge to want to taste her whole body and at the same time his now stiff dick wanted to penetrate her deeply he wanted to feel her creamy wetness with his cock.

He had begun to feel a mental connection with her since they started working together, and had always kept it in a safe appropriate place in his head. But with the success of the conference and his altered state of mind, his connection to her went beyond the professional, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her incredible work that helped him to success and at the same time this raw desire to have her sexually…to own her sexually….he was her boss at work….but now he wanted to be her boss physically as well. With every kiss he planted on her a thought flashed through his head….”mine”…as he kissed her neck “mine”….her hands “mine”….between her breasts “mine”.

George was shocked at what he was thinking and his rational side kicked in for a moment he could see the reports….sexual harassment claims….a law suite probably to the tune of several million dollars…public humiliation and disgrace just after being the next corporate star…He pushed all of that aside and began to take off Susan’s blouse, and she stood there almost as if under a spell she allowed him to have his way. Her breasts were full and voluptuous in her lacy bra George could not stop himself, he kissd them with an animal hunger yet with gentleness enough so that Susan now swooning with pleasure began to relax a bit more into the moment. After enjoying the feeling of Susan’s erect nipples under the fabric of the bra George reached around her and deftly removed it. Susan began to feel exposed as the bra fell away, this only made her even wetter, her pussy was aching with anticipation. George knelt down in front of her and started kissing her hips and her thighs and and wet spot between them while she still had her skirt on. Susan wanted to feel George’s huge black cock, and his tongue inside her all at the same time. She wanted him to make love to her, but she also wanted him to fuck her all at once. She had a perverse ridiculous image in her head for a split second….they were back at the office and he was walking around in the office doing his usual routine, she was wrapped around him dressed in her business suit but with no panties on, with her arms around his neck and his big cock deep inside her...he would carry her around on his dick while he read reports made phone calls and did all the usual things he would normally do when it was just the two of them in the office…just strange fantasy. She came back to the moment and felt George pulling up her skirt and his hands on the wam skin of her thighs

 

[Wanton and wet]

After initially being shocked at her Boss George's sudden embrace and strong kisses, Susan began to melt in his arms. The big man clearly was elated at his success at the business conference and was on a high from the adulation he received. Susan had been a large part of his success and she hoped he appreciated her.

She assumed his actions were testament to his approval.

"George, I . . . " Susan started to say as he kissed her forcefully again, further firing the heat emanating between her legs.

"God how I missed this," she thought to herself as she responded to George's advances. "How I want this."

George put Susan down and began to unbutton her blouse, removing it to reveal large pale white breasts beneath her lacy white bra. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders, working his way to her chest as he easily removed the bra. Then his mouth was on her breasts, kissing and suckling them aggressively, leaving several red blotches and several small bite marks. Susan's head lolled back in pleasure as she reached out and circled George's head with her arms.

It had been years since Susan had received such pleasure, and never from a black man, never from a black man as powerful as George. He clearly was a powerful businessman now, but his strong physique and muscled body made the petite Susan feel small and vulnerable. She decided it was a feeling she liked, powerless and vulnerable to her black boss's continued advances.

Susan had handled any clerical duties George wanted done in the office. Now, she vowed to do anything he wanted in their private life, IF they were to have one. She hoped he wouldn't change his actions in the days to come. Susan envisioned herself at the office, impaled on George's cock with her legs wrapped around him, as he wandered around performing his routine tasks. He was so large compared to her small frame that he easily could carry her. It was a strange image. The way she felt now, however, Susan would suffer any consequences to keep Big George in her life.

As George's kisses wandered to her waist, and then below, Susan surrendered to him. Her sweet pussy was creamy with desire as his lips kissed all around her stomach and waist. She could feel his hot breath on her mound as her desire intensified. She knew then she would submit to him willingly. And if he needed her to help close a deal with his colleagues, she would gladly do her part. She never counted on her life changing so dramatically when she met her new black boss.

Susan wanted George to be an unqualified success in the company.

Susan wanted to feel George's embrace and the way it made her feel.

Susan wanted George to lead her to the culmination of her desire and make a fulfilled woman of her again.

Susan wanted George to take charge and impose his will on her.

Susan wanted George.

 

[blkgeoman]

George pulled Susan's panties dowm to her knees and started kissing and licking her creamy cunt lips, he teasingly ran his tongue slowly up and down the slit between her waiting pussy lips and then drove his tongue deep into her. Susan moaned and crouched slightly, opening her legs for him, and placed her hands on his huge head...she felt the urgent movement of his head as he licked and sucked her like a hungry man who had been without food or water for several days The fragrance of her wet pussy urged him on, in a primal way...his cock became even harder and felt heavy and pulsated as her woman scent filled his nostrils. His dick was enraged fighting to push its way out of the fabric of his boxers and his trousers. George stood up to unzip his pants but Susan grabbed his hands and gently, nervously, moved them away she knelt down in front of him and slowly unzipped his pants...

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan went over the edge at the feeling of a hot,wet tongue sliding over her pussy. Her cream flowed copiously as George buried his face in her cunt. Her heat rose and her pussy trembled as she came on his face, her climax causing her to convulse wildly as George's tongue continued its relentless probing of her hot sex.

George suddenly pulled away and stood before his white executive secretary. The successful black businessman was massive compared to her slight build. And Susan could see beneath his trousers that he sported a massive erection. She quickly sank to her knees and unzipped his pants, realeasing a huge hard-on. It had been awhile since Susan had seen a cock, and never had she viewed one as big and black and hot as this one. She reached out with both hands and pumped George's shaft, smearing the pre-cum on his cock until it glistened in the light. He was so big she couldn't imagine how she could take him in her mouth but she yearned so much to taste him that she vowed to make it work.

Susan moved toward George. She kneeled before him, little more than a waif supplicating before a mucular black stud. She lifted her head up to take him in her mouth and opened her eyes to gaze at her young boss. Wrapping her lips around the head of George's cock, Susan's eyes glistened in lust as George stood above her, enjoying her submission to him.

Susan tongued the black cock before easing her head forward, devouring his stiff rod. She was only halfway down the shaft when she felt him in the back of her throat. Bobbing her head back and forth, Susan felt the ebony cock become harder and hotter. She pulled away and reached for his meat with her hand, rubbing his cock around on her face, savoring the hard smoothness against her cheeks. George left trails of pre-cum on her cheeks and his cock smeared Susan's red lipstick. His quite efficient, quite professional and classy executive secretary now knelt before him marked as a common whore.

George reached for Susan's white panties and pulled them over her head, the waistband wrapped around her eyes which peeked through one of the legholes. He reached behind her head and gripped the panties, pulling Susan's face to his cock. She opened wide and George impaled himself in her mouth, fucking her face steadily as he thrust in and out. Occasionally he would hold Susan's head still as his cock remained buried, eventually releasing her to catch her breath. Then again, he used her head to fuck his cock, pulling her wildly to him as her mouth desperately tried to keep the rhythm. Susan was so intent on George's cock she didn't even realize she was making lewd sucking and slurping noises as he continued to use her mouth.

Susan reached for her pussy and was twiddling her clit as another climax drew near. She had never felt so nasty and so humiliated in her life. And she couldn't get enough. If this is what it meant to be used like a slut, she never wanted it to end. Her hand was creamy with her juices as she continued to finger herself while George pumped her mouth relentlessly.

Finally, Susan reached the point of no return as her cunt throbbed to orgasm, her juices flowing and her pussy lips quivering at the strength of her climax. She pulled away from George's hot and slick cock and implored her boss use her.

"Please feed me Mr. Graham," Susan said. "Use my mouth, it's yours. Keep fucking my face. I want you to spray my face with your sperm. I'm your slut, Mr. Graham. Just keep using me. I want to wear your seed!"

George couldn't believe the transformation of his executive secretary. She apparently had plenty of pent-up sexual needs and he was the lucky stud who would open the floodgates. He'd gladly fuck Susan into oblivion. In fact, he could probably use her to seal several business deals. It wasn't often his clients had the opportunity to have their way with a classy white woman. And, as head of the Broadband Development and Sales Management (BDSM) Committee, George would be signing many deals in the future.

George looked down at his secretary, the petite white woman was trembling with desire. She was holding his massive erection in one hand and urging him on. The string of nasty comments from Susan turned him on so much he felt his desire rise. He held Susan's head with one hand while the other pulled his cock from her mouth as he started to spurt. Load after load of sperm rained down on his new white slut, staining her face and splashing over her nose, cheeks and chin. One thick wad of cum made a bulls-eye through the panty legs, landing directly between her eyes. Rivulets of cum nearly covered her face. George used his cock to spread the cum around more evenly, slowly circling her cheeks and rubbing back and forth across her lips. When his desire ebbed, George wiped his cock off on the white panties that Susan wore on her head.

The sexual conquest and the excitement of the successful business convention had finally gotten to George. He slouched back in an easy chair, his legs spread wide. His erection had subsided and his cock lay limply between his legs, a small drop of cum still clinging to his cockhead.

Susan also was in a daze. She felt very nasty and knew she must look like a slutty mess. She revelled in her humiliation, however. She had never experienced such hot sex in her life. Even her late husband had never been able to satisfy her so completely. And to think, this hunking black man was her boss. She had either found a true outlet for her new submissive sex life, or she had made the biggest mistake of her career. She hoped George would continue to use her and treat her as the underling she really was.

And, she hoped he would introduce her to his friends.

 

[blkgeoman]

Both Susan and George were surprised at their reactions to each other yet they also felt that destiny had brought them to this place Geotge had never had a woman humiliate herself in front of him like this and he never treated a woman this way. They both were almost in an altered state of mind. George now felt that he had some kind of divine right to use Susan as he wished to, and and at the same time Susan wanted to gladly make her mouth or her cunt in fact any part of her body available to George's black cock whenever and wherever. In fact she had led an isolated life doing her job and working towards retirement but now everything was clear...as George's secretary her daytime role in the office would be all about ensuring his success. And outside the office she would service his needs without reservation...she was frightened by the idea yet deep inside the desire for this was so strong it overwhelmed her fears. She felt her sense of self melding into George...she felt vulnerable and powerless and strangely complete all at once. She wanted Geroge's cum all over her body her face and wanted to feel its warmth in her creamy cunt....she wanted his cock to fill her mouth until it oozed and dripped from her lips.

Susan had to have George's cock in her wet pussy, she begged him to fuck her hard and deep. George effortlessly picked her up and threw her on the bed he straddled her face his balls were right over her mouth and his limp cock was slouched on her cheek...
"All right...if you want it, you have to make it hard again" he said
Without missing a beat, Susan sucked his balls while she pumped his cock, her pussy was aching to feel this big black serpent impaling her. She felt his cock grow harder and thicker and he suddenly pulled away from her, he put her legs on his shoulders and plunged deep and hard showing her pussy no mercy. Susan screamed at the sudden entry and felt her pussy getting wetter as if her body was scrambling to deal with the onslaught of friction as George's huge cock stretched Susan's pussy wider and wider. George rotated his body as he plunged deeper and deeper, over and over again, making his cock thrust into her every which way....her whole cunt started to tingle. Between gasping for air Susan threw her arms around George's neck and said "Your cock is home...this is your cunt..I am your warm wet cunt....my mouth is for your cock, fuck my mouth or my cunt whenever you want to.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Susan was totally devoted to George's black cock. She was satiated as he climaxed all over her in their hotel room. She was humiliated by his forceful thrusting as he fucked her face with abandon. He even made her wear her panties over her head, symbolic of the role he wanted her to play in his life.

At least she hoped she would have a role. Now that she had experienced his massive cock, now that he had taken her forcefully, now that she regressed to her position as George's white slut, Susan knew she could not survive without steady feedings of black meat. She would gladly grovel before him for a chance to feel his cock in her holes again.

How quickly she had come to the realization that she was little more than a fucktoy for the massive black man who was her boss! She knew she was a good secretary -- efficient, professional and conscientious. But it wasn't her success in her position as George's assistant that satisfied her. After her use by him tonight she longed for more experiences as his submissive slut. She wanted his massive black cock and she didn't care what she had to do to keep it. She would submit to his desires, his whims. She would be his whore. He could pimp her out to his business friends and she would gladly degrade herself if it meant he would use her body like he did tonight.

As Susan was lost in thought about her continued desire for George, he suddenly rose and lifted her to the bed where he placed his massive frame over her small body. His balls rested on her mouth and his big dick waved over her face. She tongued him wetly, laving his balls with her tongue and sucking each one gently. His manhood almost covered her entire face and his blackness was in sharp contrast to ther pale white skin. It was an obscene sight as Susan continued to mouth George's cock and balls.

Just as suddenly he arose, lifting his body and adjusting himself so his cock was positioned to enter Susan's wet pussy. Without warning, he thrust forward, burying his massive cock in her cunt. Susan was overcome, opening her mouth wide in a soundless scream as his shaft pistoned in and out. Her cunt was on fire from the pounding and her senses were alive as George pinched her pink nipples sharply. His rapid movements and the continuous use of her body kept Susan near the edge of the largest climax she had ever experienced. When George reached around and slapped her asscheeks repeatedly, Susan was ready to explode.

"Yessssss, fuck me baby!" she said as George continued his assault on his white secretary. "I'm ready to cum all over your cock George. My pussy is so alive! Keep fucking me! Use my hole! Cum for me George! I want all of your black cock!"

George could not contain himself as Susan, this older woman who wanted to whore for him, uttered such a string of obscenities. Her nasty pleadings sent him over the edge and he released a torrent of sperm into her pussy, filling her up. He felt her cunt tremble with desire and knew she also was in the throes of her second climax of the evening.

George rose from Susan's writhing body and presented his wet cock to Susan, rubbing the sperm-coated shaft all over her face before she took him in her mouth and licked him clean. He left the bed and headed for the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower, Susan," George said. "I suggest you clean yourself up, we're going out."

Susan just lay there and moaned, enjoying the aftermath of an incredible climax. She was still coming down from the heights of her desire, her legs lewdly splayed open. Her body was red in places where George had been rough with her and she was covered with a sheen of perspiration. The red-haired secretary also sported a coating of George's sperm on her face, and streams of his sperm spilled from the folds of her well-used pussy. She was happy. She was fulfilled. She was excited.

She was wanton and wet.