Blonde Boss Takes Black Intern’s Bbc
Copyright© 2026 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sarah Bennett, a commanding 43-year-old blonde executive, seduces her towering 18-year-old black intern Marcus in the empty office after hours. What starts as bold seduction explodes into hours of raw, multi-position sex—desk, shower, couch, rug—leaving the powerful boss thoroughly claimed by her young assistant’s massive cock and endless stamina. Age-gap, interracial, dominant MILF power play.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Light Bond Rough Interracial Black Male White Male Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex AI Generated
Sarah Bennett surveyed her reflection in the darkened glass of her office window, the glow of the city skyline framing her like a portrait. Forty-three, blonde hair still thick and golden, falling in loose waves past her shoulders. Her figure—curves honed by yoga and sheer willpower—filled out the charcoal pencil skirt and silk blouse perfectly. She knew the effect she had. She always had.
Tonight the effect was aimed at one person.
Marcus Tate, her new assistant, eighteen and fresh from high school on a special internship program. Six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, skin a rich deep brown that made her mouth water every time he walked past her desk. Basketball had sculpted him—long limbs, powerful thighs, and a quiet confidence that hadn’t yet learned how dangerous it could be.
He was bent over the conference table now, organizing printouts for tomorrow’s pitch. The office was empty, clocks ticking past ten. Sarah watched the play of muscle under his fitted shirt as he reached for a stack of folders.
“You’re still here,” she said, voice low, walking toward him with measured steps. Her heels clicked softly on the marble.
Marcus straightened, turning. Greenish-hazel eyes met hers. “Just finishing up, Ms. Bennett. Didn’t want to leave it half done.”
“Sarah,” she corrected, stopping close enough that her perfume—something expensive and warm—drifted between them. “When it’s just us, it’s Sarah.”
He nodded, a faint flush rising under his dark skin. “Sarah.”
She let her gaze travel down, deliberate, then back up. “You’ve been killing me all week, Marcus. Do you have any idea?”
His throat worked. “I—uh—no, ma’am.”
A slow smile curved her lips. She reached out, fingertips brushing the sleeve of his shirt, then sliding up to the warm skin of his forearm.
“These arms,” she murmured. “This height. I’ve been wet since Monday thinking about getting my hands on you.”
Marcus exhaled sharply, eyes widening. Sarah stepped closer, pressing her body lightly against his. Even in four-inch heels she had to tilt her head back to hold his gaze.
“I see how you look at me,” she went on, voice velvet. “Those teenage hormones going crazy every time I lean over the desk. Bet you’ve stroked that big black cock thinking about your boss.”
His breath stuttered. The bulge forming in his slacks was impossible to miss.
Sarah palmed him through the fabric, a soft hum escaping her. “Jesus, feel that. Already so hard for me.”
“Sarah...” It came out half protest, half plea.
She squeezed gently. “I want it, Marcus. I want to feel this monster stretch me wide open.”
He groaned low, hands finally settling on her waist—big hands, strong. Sarah guided one under her blouse, pressing his palm to the lace of her bra.
“Touch me. I’ve been aching for it.”
His fingers trembled slightly as he cupped her breast, thumb brushing over the hardening nipple. Sarah arched into him.
“That’s it. Harder.”
He obeyed, rolling the peak until she sighed. She worked his belt open with practiced ease, zipper down, hand slipping inside.
When her fingers closed around him, she actually moaned. Thick, heavy, nine solid inches pulsing in her grip. Hot velvet over steel.
“Look at this beautiful dick,” she whispered, stroking slowly. “So big. So perfect.”
Marcus’s head tipped back, a ragged “fuck” escaping him.
Sarah sank to her knees right there on the plush carpet, skirt riding up her thighs. She licked a long stripe from base to tip, tasting salt and clean skin.
“Ahhh ... tastes so good.”
She took the head into her mouth, lips stretching, tongue swirling. Marcus’s hands threaded gently into her blonde hair.
“Ung ... Sarah...”
She worked him deeper, relaxing her throat, bobbing slow then faster. Wet sounds filled the quiet office. His hips twitched; she pressed a hand to his thigh.
“Easy, baby. Let me enjoy you.”