A BUSY MORNING:
Petra J was still weak in the knees, when she got to her car. She was simply shaking her head about the experience that she'd just had.
"Extraordinary!" she mumbled to herself, as she reached the car. She mused that not even her fertile imagination could have come up with a scenario even remotely like what had just happened in the office of the Junior Minister.
Petra's, a statuesque blonde, with long hair that frequently, in a pony tail, hung down to the middle of her back, very pleasing legs and a nicely heart shaped butt, plus 38c breasts that called attention to themselves, had been in Africa for a short while, and was already discovering the truth of the attitudes and the physical characteristics of African men. They were, she mused with herself, a groping society. She was constantly groped casually by men in crowded places. Her breasts and butt were the constant targets of lewd hands that sought to simply play with her a bit.
Petra didn't really mind that. She was, she realized, having the time of her life. But not even her liberal sexual attitudes made her ready for the way that the Junior Minister moved in on her, having 'his way' with her almost immediately, after meeting her. Nor was she prepared for the way that the same Junior Minister made arrangements with her boss to have her stay on in Africa as the manager of the companies new arrangements with the local government.
It had been a dazzling, just dazzling flow of events, and Petra discovered that she liked the sex, liked the fact that African men did, from what she'd been able to discover, indeed have big cocks, proving the 'old wive's' tale was a fact. She liked being groped even, having the sensations and not knowing when a hand was going to steal out and cup her ass or, stroke her pussy or grab a nipple quickly. She just liked that. That was a part of her almost every outing these days. Still, this day was a stunner for her.
She'd had a meeting that afternoon with the Junior Minister, a meeting that, she realized, was to be a normal event for her, about once every month or so. His male secretary had sent her into the Minister's office immediately, and the Junior Minister himself, pleased to see her, had greeted her with a hand kiss. Nor did he waste any time in making known to her what he wanted:
"Beautiful Petra," he'd said, "I'm sorry to be rushing you and non-gentlemanly today but I have a full schedule ahead of me this morning. I'll need you here for about the next half hour."
She smiled and nodded her head. "I'm pleased to be here, Minister," she said, "And will work to make sure that what you need is accomplished."
(Petra took her new Manager's responsibility seriously.)
"Fine, my dear," he said, "Let's begin by having you take those clothes off."
She was stunned! Absolutely stunned.
"Please hurry," he said, "It will be busy here."
Petra found herself, with the order that he'd given, the demand, to be totally, instantly turned on. She smiled at him and reached around and undid side buttons of her wrap dress, letting it fall away from her. She stepped out of it, and put it on a chair, where he told her to place her things. She stood smiling at him in her pretty panties and bra, thigh highs and heels, when he made a hand gesture to tell her to take the rest off. She did. She put her bra and matching pearl, white panties on the chair on top of her dress, on top of everything. It left her naked and almost shaking from the wave of lust that encompassed her immediately.
He held up his hand then and said: "Fine! Now come here!"
He was soon on the phone, and with hand gestures mainly got Petra to actually hunker down and crawl under his desk. There she was, totally naked, except for her shoes, under his desk. Then he sat down at the desk, and the secretary, after knocking, hurried in to show him the schedule.
"A moment," the Junior Minister said to the secretary, who bent to take Petra's clothes out of the office.
"Leave them!" the Junior Minister said, and they were indeed left on the chair, her underwear on top, for anyone who came into the office to see.
"Here, Petra," he said, and the secretary watched as the Junior Minister unzipped his pants and took out a six to seven inch soft cock. "Open your mouth, sweet one."
Petra, dazzled, did as she was told, and took the soft cock into her mouth.
"Good," the Junior Minister said, "Just hold it there for now; I'll tell you when you may begin to suck me off."
The secretary, standing next to the Junior Minister just looked down at Petra, at the naked woman crouched beneath the desk and grinned. Petra looked up at him and simply did what she was told: she held the stiffening cock in her mouth. It caused her mouth to water a bit and she wiped her mouth now and again.
"Here's what we have, sir!" the secretary said.
"Fine," was his answer. "Let's begin."
So, as Petra crouched there with the cock in her mouth, just holding it there, as she was ordered to do, the secretary began to show people into the office. Groups or individuals only stayed for about 10 minutes a piece. And upon entering the room, the first thing that they saw was the pile of clothes on the chair by the desk, with the delicate panties and bra on top of the pile.
One of the groups that was shown into the room was a group of older women, who represented a kind of society that had a request of the Junior Minister. As soon as they were seated, casting glances over at the pile of clothes and the prominently displayed underwear, the Junior Minister interrupted their speaker and, looking beneath his desk at Petra, said: "Okay, begin now."
The women gasped at the obvious meaning of what the Junior Minister had said, and what was being done under the desk.
Their conversation with the Junior Minister continued, and the Junior Minister was very polite to them. He held up a hand at one point and said to Petra: "Make some wet noises! I'll like that."
With the office full of the fuming women, Petra J began to loudly suck the Junior Minister's cock, while kneeling under his desk, and between his splayed thighs.
"Now, ladies, as you were saying!" the Junior Minister continued.
(He was a powerful enough man that no one, but no one gave him any grief about what was happening.)
Their business done, and the favor that they were asking having been granted, the women got up to leave. The Junior Minister stayed where he was and each of the women then went to him to shake his hand. As each one did, they got a full view of Petra, beneath that desk, her blonde hair glistening in the shadows under that desk, sucking on the Junior Minister's cock.
Then the secretary was there again. He began to tell the Junior Minister who was next, when the Junior Minister put up a hand and said: "Wait, we're just finishing here."
Having said that, with the secretary looking on, he grabbed Petra by her long blonde hair and pulled her face into his crotch, so that her nose was already in his pubic hair, as he came and came into her mouth. She struggled with it, fighting not to gag, and breathing through her nose quickly. He released his grip on her hair, when he was totally done, and had been cleaned by Petra's mouth. Then he pushed his chair back and said to the secretary:
"Wait a moment with the next. Take her and her clothes and get her settled."
Petra came crawling out from beneath the desk, aware that the secretary was looking on and grinning. She leaned forward, when the Junior Minister grabbed her head again and she planted a kiss on his shriveled but still displayed cock. Then the secretary led her from the room, carrying her clothes.
They went into a side room with chairs and couches and before Petra could react, the secretary, still staring at her nakedness, pushed her to her knees. She was too dazed by what she'd just gone through to put up any resistance, nor was she of a mind to resist at all. She was truly in a state. As she watched, never taking her eyes off of what he was doing, he slowly unzipped his own pants and fished another nice sized black cock out and wiped it across her face, wetting her face with his precum. She licked at the cock head, as it moved past her mouth, licked at it with her tongue. He laughed: "Slut woman!" he said to her, and continued to taunt her, slapping her cheeks with his erection, with her moaning to have it put in her mouth.
"Please, please!" she begged, all pride gone totally, "Give it to me! Please let me have it in my mouth!"
He laughed saying: "It's what the white woman wants! This black cock!"
"Yes, yes, yes, sir!" she mumbled, as he wiped it again across her face, wetting her cheeks yet again.
Then he reached down and said: "Show me, white woman, that you have the mouth for it."
He inserted his fingers in her mouth and pulled her cheeks wide apart, showing the width of her mouth.
"Good, big mouth, ready for serving!" he said next.
"Yes," she agreed, "Ready for serving. Please, please may I serve you, sir?" She smiled at him, looking up at him and continued to beg, the humiliation of it washing over her.
Then with a final laugh, he gave her his cock to suck. She did, avidly, actively, with more loud, wet noises, doing anything that she could think of to please him, as he fed it into her mouth. She held his balls; licked his balls. He came after a bit and then looked at her with disdain: "Get dressed and leave. The Minister will tell you, when he needs your mouth next."
"Yes, thank you," she said, still savoring the tastes in her mouth.
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