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  She even refused to date men so she could focus on her children and her career. Although she did pose a truly attractive figure – she was an ebony beauty, tall and statuesque, and she chose to keep her natural hair, lusciously wild and curly instead of going for a weave. This made her catch everyone's eye which she did not mind. She had a perfect hourglass figure, her large breasts sat upon a waist that was commendably small considering motherhood and age. Of course, the amount she moved around, for work, for her children and for house keeping meant that she didn't have to do much else to keep her figure intact. The final touch was her admirable derriere. Her behind was round, large and demanded to be looked at even in the most conservative of clothing. Erickya was also worried that it was her authentic African look that drew men to be attracted to her, that they simply saw her as some exotic fruit to be consumed and she did not want to give in to that.

  But that did not mean she didn’t feel the need for sex. If anything, she was all the more horny for the lack of stimulation. The temptation to surrender to one of the lustful glances levied at her was a constant struggle to battle. After she would put her kids to sleep she would, on many nights, bring out the little vibrator she kept hidden in her purse and use it on herself, silencing the moans she would make when she experienced her climax by biting against her fluffy pillow. However, this was not all she did.

  The reason Erickya kept the vibrator in her purse was because she often felt the need to relieve herself at work. And this was solely due to the fact that she found her boss, Mr Jack Dawes, so immensely attractive it was hard to control her urges. Sometimes it would be the littlest thing, just a whiff of his strong cologne mixed with his perspiration at the end of the day that would immediately make her excuse herself and go to one of the restrooms. At other times, it would be his baritone, assigning some menial task to her

  As his secretary, she was expected to obey his commands and manage most of his accounts, a job she found tedious yet manageable. Yet, to be in his presence was intoxicating and she considered it well worth the job itself. Particularly when he was pleased, and he would smile at her in that casual way of his. He was very tall, a fair bit taller than her which was unusual as Erickya was almost 6 feet tall. His broad shoulders and well trimmed blond beard and moustache made him look particularly distinguished. He had piercing blue eyes that Erickya found she couldn't meet for more than a few seconds. He was always well dressed, his suit flawlessly ironed and clean with a perfectly coordinated tie. Of course, he did have to look the part as a hedge fund billionaire. He needed to pose a striking figure, who commanded respect and exuded power. Erickya was deeply in awe of him and intimidated by his success. She felt quite lowly in his presence and it didn't help when he would simply ignore her existence most of the time unless she was needed.

  When she visited the bathroom to fantasise about her boss, she would sit in a cubicle, ensuring no one was there, with the toilet seat down, her legs spread on either side. She would use her vibrator and imagine the most fantastical scenarios with Mr. Dawes in her head – him approaching her and telling her how beautiful she looked, how he just could not control himself, and he would let his fingers run through her hair and kiss her deeply. And then he would take her, right there on his desk. While climaxing, Erickya would whisper “Oh, Mr. Dawes...” and lay panting on the seat, her eyes shut and mouth partly open. After this though, Erickya would feel a deep sense of shame and guilt. She realised how inappropriate this fantasy was. Mr. Dawes was married and she had met his wife when she would visit the office and took messages from her several times during the day. Mrs. Dawes could be very cruel though, and clearly seemed to think very little of Erickya, going as far as calling her a “typical, black woman” when she learned that she was a single mother. Erickya found this deeply offensive but was in no position to say a word against her. Mrs. Dawes was quite a beautiful woman, petite with straight blonde hair cut into a neat bob. The Dawes even had a gorgeous baby son together. They were the perfect little family. This made Erickya feel even worse as she considered her own situation and how her ex-husband had left her for another woman, breaking their family apart. Her fantasies would entail exactly this in reality, after all. She also felt ashamed to even consider that Mr. Dawes would look at a woman like her. He was a well established billionaire who had thousands working under him. She was a single mother scrimping and saving, living off discounts and subsidised groceries. She just happened to be lucky enough to be in close quarters to him as his secretary, but he was so well out of her league, that these thoughts were completely out of bounds for her.

  But today was different, for some reason. Instead of the usual ignoring that she was used to, Erickya noticed he was staring intently at her while she took down notes for the next set of duties. She blushed when she noticed his eyes linger on her breasts and the way they strained against her modest top, and come back up to her face. After she was done and stood up to leave, he also stood and put his hand on her shoulder. An instant thrilling shock ran up her spine.

  “You do a very good job, Erickya.” he said, hesitating for a moment before he spoke her name.

  Erickya felt like she would burst with the heated intensity of her feelings. She just nodded and quickly walked out, completely aware that Mr. Dawes' eyes were settled on her ample ass and the way it moved from side to side as she walked. She was nearing the end of her shift and couldn't wait to get home so she could revel in her fantasies yet again.

  As she drove back home, she could feel herself getting very wet as she replayed the events of the day in her head. His lustful stare and the brief moment he touched her. Just thinking about it made her shudder and cross her legs tightly. After serving her children dinner and talking to them about school, she went upstairs to put them to bed. She nearly ran to her own bedroom, locked it and brought out her vibrator to play with herself. It was only a few minutes of recapturing Mr. Dawes' touch that she began to climax, even forgetting to stifle her moans and letting them come out loudly. She lay on the bed sighing with pleasurable exhaustion. It's a good thing I manage to relieve myself effectively, so I don't act on these inappropriate urges, she thought, steeling herself for the unavoidable sexual temptation that would come the next day.

  Erickya was back at her place in the office the next day, and was able to focus on the work at hand. She had a few emails to type out, apologising to various dignitaries on the behalf of Mr. Dawes for being unable to attend some special event. Erickya felt so strange that she was so involved with something that she could never truly be part of. She was never the sort who really aimed for riches and luxury, but sometimes seeing the expensive clothes the Dawes' family was dressed in, the vehicles they drove and just the regal way they acted, made her resent her lifestyle just a little.

  Suddenly, she heard the door open and watched as Mr. Dawes walked in. He once again gave her an approving look. She was wearing a low cut top today which showed a fair amount of her cleavage.

  “Good morning, Erickya. Any messages for me today?”

  “Good morning, Mr. Dawes. Nothing of importance just yet.”

  “Great, come into my office in five minutes.”

  Erickya nodded. As soon as he went inside his office, she let out a sigh. It always felt so good to hear him say her name, it was also fodder for her fantasies, it would be the way his lips formed her name while he would fuck her hard. After 5 minutes, Erickya walked in the office and when Mr. Dawes gestured her to take a seat she promptly did so. He was on the phone with his wife and seemed to be arguing about something. Erickya politely looked in the other direction until he put his phone down and let out an exasperated sigh.

  “Why did you tell my wife I was expected to be in the office today?”

  “Sir, you never told me to say otherwise.”

  “Erickya, I expect you to understand my bitch wife's tone and know when I'm in for an earful of her bullshit.”

  “I'm sorry, sir.” she replied, feeling shocked that he would speak of h
is wife in this way. It was the first time she had ever heard him use a word like that, let alone to describe his wife, with whom he had always seemed to have a good relationship. Mr. Dawes gave her some papers to proof read and format for sending. While explaining the particular changes he needed, he brought his face very close to her, making it very hard for Erickya to concentrate on exactly what it was that he was saying. Every time she would meet his eyes she would quickly look down and every time she felt his warm breath on her face she would shake involuntarily. She bit her lip trying to resist his charms. She clearly would need a session in the bathroom after this. What set her over the edge was when his fingertips touched hers and lingered there for several seconds. She stood up and excused herself and headed to her favourite spot.

  Hastily locking the door to the cubicle behind her, she raised up her skirt and balanced herself with legs spread wide on the toilet seat. Her pussy was slippery when she put her fingers to it, making it slip down into her hole. She began to finger bang herself heavily while she applied the vibrator to her clit. Her moans got louder and louder as she frigged herself violently to a climax. She thought of Mr. Dawes the entire time, and how he would kiss her neck and feel her breasts, grinding his cock against her. He would whisper in her ear, “Erickya” and murmur how she was a gorgeous woman whom he truly cherished. She ended her orgasm with the usual sighs of “Oh, Mr. Dawes,” and just sat on the seat for a little while. She then lifted it up and took a piss, as she heard heavy footsteps outside. Thank goodness, she thought, they didn't catch me in the act. She pulled up her skirt and went back to her place to begin typing, for another tedious day of work.

  She was quite engrossed in what she was doing and didn't hear the door of Mr. Dawes' personal office open. It was only when she got up to get a glass of water did she notice Mr. Dawes standing in front of her desk, blocking her path. He was looking at her with some sort of fascination and Erickya just nodded a greeting at him, unsure of what to do.

  But she didn't have to do a thing. Mr. Dawes grabbed hold of her, making her gasp and pushed her against the wall. He pinned her to it, his entire length almost crushing her making her unable to move. Erickya began to squirm.

  “Mr. Dawes, please, what are you doing?” she asked as she tried to escape his strong hold on her.

  “What I've always wanted to do for a while now,” he growled and began to kiss her neck.

  Pangs of desire flowed through her veins as she felt Mr. Dawes' lips meet hers. He leaned in for a hungry kiss that was filled with raw lust. She couldn't resist kissing him back and even let him explore the insides of her mouth. But she broke away the kiss after a while. “We can't do this,” she whispered, “It's wrong.”

  “Fuck that.” he said, looking into her eyes. “I know you want me, I heard you moaning and saying my name earlier in the bathroom.” He took his thick lip between her teeth making her shut her eyes with the sudden delightful pain it brought. She felt terribly embarrassed and blushed.

  “Is that what you do in your bathroom breaks?” he asked, amused. “And here I was thinking you had a weak bladder.”

  She looked pointedly away, but this didn't discourage Mr. Dawes even a bit as he began biting at her earlobe making her shudder in pleasure. “It made my cock so hard, imagining you playing with your dark, meaty cunt. You black women are so wanton and wild.” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers across her body. Her arm was laden with goosebumps now. But she still felt bad.

  “This is simply not right. We must control ourselves.” she mentioned, her voice shaky as she tried to move away.

  It was almost disappointing to her when he let her get away from his grasp and she began to straighten her clothes. Her legs were shaking as she tried not to look at Mr. Dawes, knowing that it would certainly make her give in to him again.

  But Mr. Dawes just grabbed her again and began to continue assaulting her mouth with his wonderful kisses. Every time they broke away, they would look into each other's eyes and get right back to it. But after a few minutes, Erickya just shook her head, “We have families, we need to control this” she said, hesitantly, not wanting to control herself at all. Mr. Dawes simply did not listen. He still went back to kissing her with his desiring mouth and she couldn't help but respond enthusiastically now, letting out little moans into his mouth.

  “This is so wrong, Mr. Dawes. This is so wrong,” she said. But while she said it, she was lifting her top off her head. Her mind was saying something while her body was behaving in the opposite way. She exposed her large breasts in their white bra, the colour of her skin a stark contrast to the light undergarments she wore. Mr. Dawes let out a whistle as he saw this beautiful dark woman get topless. She unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall. They only hung slightly, but were heavy and held their own. Her areola and nipples were almost jet black and stuck out long and proud. Mr. Dawes immediately grasped them with both his hands and squeezed.

  “God, it's been a long fucking time since I've had my hands on a huge pair like these.” he said and brought one tit to his mouth and began to suck on it. Erickya put her hands around him as he did this and sighed in absolute pleasure. She felt dazed, like this was not her, worn out single mother, and it was instead some lucky woman who was receiving the sexual attention of one of the most desirable men in the country. She squirmed as he played with her other nipple, making it poke out even further. She looked at his blond hair working away on her dark breast, almost ravishing it with his animal like attention. Erickya bent her neck backwards as he began to alternate between kissing and licking both her nipples. She kept whispering, “Oh god, this isn't right. Please...”, but she could not bring herself to stop him. She held his head as he began to travel downwards and kiss her stomach.

  While he kissed her, he began to pull her skirt down. She tried to stop him, thinking it was going a bit too far now, and placed her hand down but he roughly pushed it away and she made no further attempts to stop him. He almost ripped the skirt off her and threw it aside. Her panties were also white and he could clearly see the dark patch of wetness in the center of her crotch He rubbed his fingers up against it.

  “All juiced up and ready already, it seems.” he commented, giving her a smile. He took her panties off as well, and they were hiding a large mass of pubic hair. Since it had been a long time since she had even considered actually having sex with someone, she decided not to waste time on grooming herself. Mr. Dawes just stared at her hairy pussy, making Erickya blush. He firmly grasped each of her legs and spread them wide apart to get a better look at her wet hole.

  “Oh my, it's a jungle down there,” he said smiling, making Erickya feel embarrassed at her state and the subtle innuendo he used. She was also completely naked with spread legs and so felt quite exposed. But her pussy was slippery with wetness and looked to be almost begging for cock with her protruding dark labia and glistening inner thighs.

  “I've always wanted to taste African pussy.” said Mr. Dawes as he bent down. Erickya couldn't believe it, he was going to go down on her. She held her breath in anticipation as she felt him tease her by rubbing his beard against her inner thighs making her legs quiver.

  “Smells so strong, you women sure do juice up a lot,” he said, sniffing and laying a teasing tongue over her pussy

  “Oh, Mr. Dawes, please don't.” she said, not meaning a single word of it.

  Mr Dawes just brought his tongue to her labia and began to lap at her black pussy, slightly darker than the rest of her body. Erickya began to moan as she felt Mr. Dawes' soft tongue on her pussy, and his fingers holding her labia open so he could access her innermost depths. She took sharp, short breaths when she felt his tongue against her sensitive clit, which was now protruding out of its hood and extra sensitive. Mr. Dawes knew just how to tease her and make her beg for more. Her grinding hips completely gave away the hollow words of her feeble protests.

  “This just isn't right, sir. This is not appropriate professional behaviour.”

  “I
t's my office, and right now I give this complete permission.” he replied, smirking.

  He began to take his clothes off, after working on her cunt for so long and leaving her yearning for more stimulation. He watched as she brought her finger down to her clit and began to rub it. “Absolutely no control whatsoever when you're horny,” he said shaking his head and chuckling as he removed his belt and stepped out of his trousers. He took his suit and shirt off as well and stood in front of Erickya. He towered over her. She looked at his fantastic body. He was very broad and muscular. His skin had a slight tan to it and the soft blond hair all over seemed to make it glow all the more. Erickya thought he looked absolutely divine and just sat up, her mouth open.

  Mr. Dawes held her hair and brought her face down to his throbbing cock, that was now hard and peeking out of his underwear. Erickya pulled it down and just stared at his cock. It was big, the length of her head and as thick as a fist. Mr. Dawes was impatient and brought her head close to his cock, rubbing it against her face.

  “Yes, smell your boss's cock,” he said, leaving trails of precum all over her face. She hungrily began to suck Mr. Dawes' cock. It got harder in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge with the size. But she took it all and even managed to deep throat him, going all the way down and coming back down. She did so noisily as she gagged and spluttered, which impressed Mr. Dawes. He loved the look of this sexy, black woman kneeling under him, sucking his cock. Her ass looked so shapely in this position and the way her breasts jutted out made her look very desirable.