Sarah locked the office door behind her and turned to face Jamal. "You wanted to see me after hours?" she asked, already knowing what this was about from the way he'd been staring at her tits all week.
Jamal didn't waste time. He stepped close, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him. "I've been thinking about this white pussy since the day you started," he said, voice low and rough. "You want my black cock or not?"
Sarah's answer was to reach down and squeeze the thick bulge in his pants. "Fuck yes. Give it to me."
He spun her around and bent her over her own desk. Papers scattered to the floor. Jamal yanked her skirt up and ripped her panties aside. Two thick fingers shoved straight into her cunt, checking how wet she was. She was dripping.
"Look at that," he growled. "White girl soaking for black dick." He pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. Sarah moaned and pushed back.
Jamal unzipped and hauled out his cock. It was heavy, veined, and a deep chocolate brown. Nine inches and thick enough that Sarah's fingers wouldn't close around it when she reached back to stroke it. "Suck it first," he ordered.
She dropped to her knees on the carpet and opened wide. Jamal fed his cock into her mouth, pushing until her lips stretched around the head. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat but kept going, spit running down her chin. He held her head and fucked her face in short, steady strokes. "That's it. Choke on that black meat."
When her mascara started to run he pulled out, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. "Turn around. Hands on the desk."
Sarah obeyed. Jamal lined up and drove in with one hard thrust. Her pussy stretched around him, the burn mixing with pleasure as he bottomed out. "Oh fuck, it's so big," she gasped.
"Take it," he said, and started pounding. The desk shook with every slap of his hips against her ass. His heavy balls swung forward and smacked her clit on every stroke. Sarah reached down and rubbed herself while he drilled her, cunt making wet sounds around his thick cock.
Jamal grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Tell me how much you love this black dick."
"I love it," she panted. "Fuck me harder. Stretch my white pussy."
He did. He changed angle and hammered her G-spot until her legs shook. When she came the first time her walls clamped down so tight he had to slow down. Jamal pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the desk, and shoved back in.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned in, folding her nearly in half.
Sarah watched his dark cock disappear into her pink cunt over and over. The contrast made her even wetter. Jamal reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb while he fucked her. "You gonna take my load in this pussy?"
"Yes," she begged. "Fill me up."
He picked up speed, sweat dripping off his chest onto her tits. The raw slap of skin on skin filled the empty office. Sarah came again, harder, squirting around his cock and soaking the front of his pants. Jamal groaned, buried himself to the root, and unloaded. Thick pulses of cum flooded her, overflowing and running down the crack of her ass onto the desk.
He stayed inside her for a minute, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from her stretched hole. "Clean me up," he said.
Sarah slid off the desk and sucked him clean, tasting her own juices mixed with his load. When he was soft she stood up on shaky legs. Jamal tucked his cock away and smirked. "Same time tomorrow?"
She straightened her skirt, cum still trickling down her thighs. "Bring a friend next time. I want two black cocks at once."
Jamal laughed, low and dirty. "You got it, slut."
Sarah walked out of the office with her pussy sore and full, already counting the hours until round two.
