Chapter 10

I woke the next morning and stretched luxuriously. Memories of my ‘walk in the park’ brought me up short. Embarrassment was my first reaction, quickly followed by the feeling that what the fuck, I had had a wonderful time being fucked hard and well.

It was only then that I realised that I was alone and that Rob was not at my side! Then I smelt the aroma of brewing coffee. I stretched again and got up. A few minutes later, showered and ready for work, I wandered into the kitchen expecting a cup of coffee and a morning kiss from Rob but was stunned to find a naked woman sitting at my kitchen table nibbling toast.

“Morning Toni!” She greeted me and I recognised Denise, Charlie’s wife. She said, “I got in last night and, instead of a warm welcome from Charlie I found an empty house! I remembered that he had talked about having a threesome with you and Rob so I came round here looking forward to a frolic. I must say Toni, that I was disappointed, what did you do to them? I know you were fucking in the park but they were shattered. I could barely get any cum out of them at all!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. This woman was so elegant that the foul language she was using stunned me. Of course, the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born didn’t help.

“Where’s Rob?”

“Through there.” She waived her hand airily towards the lounge. “Here have a cuppa!” She poured me a cup of coffee and asked, “You still work with Iris Ferguson don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded, “And if I don’t get a move on I’ll be late.”

“I’ll try and look in later.” She said.

I quickly gulped down the brew and rushed out the door, wondering what she meant. It was only as I hurried along that I realised that it was Monday and Miss Ferguson’s incentive day.

Miss Ferguson was already at her desk when I arrived and I busied myself with the regular office routine.

“Who has won the salesman of the week?” I was curious.

“Badri. Again.” She sighed. “There’ll be some bad feeling, he’s winning it too often.”

“You must bet fed up with the battering he gives you.”

“No not at all, I’ll miss my regular battering, it sets me up for the week”

Just after nine Miss Ferguson and I went into the general office and the office routine was started. After head office notices were discussed and problems were sorted the item that everyone was impatient to hear couldn’t be avoided any longer.

“Finally I must announce that Badri is salesman of the week again.”

Only one face showed delight the rest were very disgruntled.

“Oh that’s so unfair!”

“Not again!”

Were some of the comments passed.

Miss Ferguson made calming motions with her hands. “What can I say boys? It’s not a fiddle, Badri just consistently puts in the biggest orders. We all benefit if we win sales team of the year!”

“But there must be a solution.” One of the team objected. “Can we not have a second prize?”

“Now hang on!” Miss Ferguson spoke up. “Much as I’d like to, I can’t spend all day fucking you lot! I’ve got a job to do you know.”

“No, we appreciate that but perhaps Toni could give the runner up a blow job?”

“No of course you realise that I can’t OK that on my own. I’ll have to give consideration to this problem and we can discuss it next week. Meeting closed!”

We returned to the office as the sales team gathered their things and headed out to follow up calls and enquiries.

Miss Ferguson unzipped her straight black skirt and slid it down over her hips and folded it over her chair.

“This ‘fuck the top salesman’ is getting out of hand. It’s in danger of backfiring and causing jealousy. Before Badri joined the team we had a number of lads winning but I can’t ban our best man!”

“What about the runner up suggestion?” I asked.

“A blow job for runner up you mean?”

I nodded. “I’d rather have a fuck, but yes something like that.”

Miss Ferguson raised her eyebrows, “A couple of weeks married and you’ve taken to the sex big time?”

“Big time!” I laughed as Badri knocked on the door and walked in.

Miss Ferguson slipped her Black French knickers down and adopted her usual position bent over her desk. Despite watching Badri the week before I was still stunned by his frantic attack on Miss Ferguson. He hammered straight into her vagina and pumped frantically through her. Miss Ferguson flinched and heaved as he forced his dick home.

“Jesus Badri!” She gasped, “Steady on. Can we not take it steadily?”

“This the way Badri fucks Madam. Badri has nickname ‘Tornado’ because he fucks this way!”

Despite the speed with which he thrust his cock into Miss Ferguson’s slippery sheath Badri hung on for quite some time, until with a shout, he erupted into her cavity. He left Miss Ferguson gasping and panting sprawled across her desk. Badri paused with his penis deeply embedded within Miss Ferguson and allowed his penis to slowly recover. Just like the previous week he started fucking again but this time, instead of standing up and slipping him out, she responded to the new assault.

This sexy performance had its own, sure effect on me. The small fire which always seemed to smoulder within the base of my stomach flared up and a flame flickered there. My knickers dampened.

“Jesus Badri, I really wish we could fuck on but the big boss is coming! Get out on the road and win for next week!”

She stood slowly and turned round forcing Badri’s slippery, slimy dick out of her cunt. She held it and stroked it a few times.

“Go on get out of here you naughty boy!” She laughed and picked her knickers up.

“Toni, you’ve never met the regional sales manager, but he is coming this morning we need some bit and pieces. Biscuits, a couple of cream cakes and so on. Nip out and pick them up please as quick as you can he’s due around now.”

I hurried to the local patisserie an bought a small selection of cakes on offer.

I was followed back towards the office by a large black man. I hurried along keeping ahead of him beginning to panic a little. That little turned into a lot when he followed me into the foyer of our building.

In a sheer panic I twirled round and, taking a deep breath, I stammered, “Can I help you?”

He smiled and his black face lit up. “Thank you miss, but I know my way.” he didn’t so much speak, as rumble in a dark lovely voice.

I grinned in relief my panic subsided somewhat. He was lovely, very fuckable.

I smiled as I turned away and pertly preceded him up the stairs until I realised, belatedly, that from the stairs behind me I was providing him with a splendid view of my lace clad bum. I tugged my short skirt down several times, not in embarrassment rather, not pushing my luck, until finally I stumbled nervously into Miss Ferguson’s office.

“There’s a big black man follow...”

I was interrupted as the black man entered the office.

Miss Ferguson smiled. “Tom! How lovely to see you again. Come in, come in, I see you’ve already met my girl Friday, Toni.”

“Toni this is Mr Tom Smith, the regional sales manager.”

“Hello sir.” I mumbled flushing red in embarrassment.

Tom’s laugh was a deep rumble. “Not so much met as frightened I suspect. I’m a bit bigger than people seem comfortable with! Pity really, she seemed determined to prevent my lovely view of her pants up under her skirt.”

“Toni, modest! That doesn’t sound like our Toni, wait ‘till she gets to know you better! She’s usually most entertaining!”

“I’ll look forward to that!” Tom said.

“If Toni will be kind enough to get us a coffee we’ll get down to it.” Tom walked round Miss Ferguson’s desk and, with her looking over his shoulder, they began to go through the accounts.

After some forty minutes Mr Smith sat back and miss Ferguson straightened up. “Iris very good, everything is in order! Well done!”

“Thanks Tom. I think everything is going well I’ve got some good lads.”

The black face lit up as he smiled. “Are you still using you unique incentive scheme?”

To my utter enthralled amazement he slipped is hand up Miss Ferguson’s skirt. She jumped and gave a little squeak as he pushed his hand up. He withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers together.

“Ah Iris I see you are!”

He’d obviously sampled Badri’s sperm from within Miss Ferguson’s cunt.

“It works Tom. It works.”

“It surely seems to, Iris! Now will we shock young Toni if we enjoy our usual post meeting fuck?”

“I don’t think so, she seems to enjoy watching Badri getting his reward. I think watching you would be a fine education for her. This cock is something you shouldn’t miss Toni.”

She pulled Tom to his feet and unzipped him.

“Come over here Toni, feast you eyes on this!” She pulled from his trousers the biggest, blackest dick I’d ever seen. She caressed it and whilst it didn’t grow much in length, it filled up and solidified. Greedily Miss Ferguson went down on him with a small satisfied sigh. I feared that her jaw was near to dislocating as she strained to encompass it.

“Come on feel it Toni. It’s fantastic.” She laughed as she tugged it, pointing it at me. “Just amazing!”

I wondered how much damage a cock that big would do to my guts if it went all the way in. My cunt was dripping and my pants were glued to my skin.

“Lie down Tom I want this deep!”

Tom took off his jacket and trousers and lay down. Eagerly Miss Ferguson stripped her skirt. She hadn’t bothered to replace her knickers so as she straddled him, nothing came between her cunt and Tom’s shaft. Brushing his huge cock head over her vagina she aimed it into her body. At first it wouldn’t fit so she shuffled and tried again until finally, it seemed to penetrate. She eased up and tried to push down again and a little more of the black post slipped in.

Again and again, she eased up and pushed down, and millimetre by millimetre it disappeared within. Finally with her mouth gaping open and her eyes staring she impaled herself balls deep on the magnificent cock.

She shook her head and her tight curls bounced. “Fucking hell!” she moaned. “Fucking hell. Oh my!”

I looked at her, straddling the big black body, big black balls squeezed against her clit. I tried to imagine how far in the shaft ended. I mean, did it go in as far as her navel? Was it far enough to enter her womb? Or did everything stretch and move out the way?

Miss Ferguson began a slow up and down movement and Tom began to twist and tweak her nipples. Bit by bit she quickened and he began to thrust up into her with exuberance. I found myself rubbing my cunt with lust as I watched their performance. Faster and faster they fucked until with a shudder Miss Ferguson jammed the black cock harder into her abdomen as her orgasm shredded her. I’d never seen anything like it. She was shuddering and moaning as Tom continued abusing her breasts and cunt.

Just about as her orgasm subsided, his began. He was not very rough but I was worried that he was going to rip her tits off. He was so excited that he pushed up so firmly that she was lifted off her knees and he pumped her to overflowing.

“Well what do you think of that Toni?” Mr Smith grinned up at me.

“Very impressed.” I muttered as I watched Miss Ferguson slowly rise and allowed the gleaming black shaft to slither from her body until it flopped down onto his belly. She scrambled to her feet and clutched a paper towel to her vagina to absorb the thick cream dripping from her.

Slowly Mr Smith stood and shuffled over to me. “Would you like a taste of this?” he held his cock to my lips and I tentatively touched it with my tongue.

Shockingly someone knocked on the outside office door and it opened.

“Cooee! Is anyone in?”

Mrs Robinson yanked her skirt up and, without fastening it sat on her chair. Mr Smith saved the situation. As our office door opened he faced Mrs Ferguson, his back to the door, and as he zipped his trousers, he was in the middle of a sentence!

“that’ll be next week.” It was utter nonsense but as Denise bowled through the door she stopped short.

“Oh! Sorry! Am I interrupting?”

“No dear lady, we were just finishing off. A little earlier would have been awkward.”

Denise simpered obviously attracted to Tom.

“Thank you Iris that was a very rewarding meeting. Toni you too, perhaps we will meet again soon.” He turned back to Iris, “I think it would be a good idea to invite Tony and her husband to the weekend party?”

“An excellent idea Tom. Denise here is already invited. Toni would be a fine addition.”

“Good I’ll get on then.” Smiling at us, he left.

“Is he coming to the do then?” Denise asked Miss Ferguson.

“Indeed he is.”

“Oh.” Denise smiled and her tongue appeared between her teeth. “Oh good. Iris, I’m here to beg a favour. I’m going shopping for some wallpaper and I’d like to borrow Toni for the rest of the day. I do so value her opinion.”

Miss Ferguson’s eyebrows rose. “Borrow Toni?”

“Yes.”

“Well, she has been very helpful today and she has volunteered to help with an incentive scheme I have running. Toni have you much work on your plate?”

“A couple of letters and these documents to file.”

“Do the letters and finish the filing tomorrow.”

I soon typed the letters from my shorthand notes. I presented them for Miss Ferguson’s signature and stamped and addressed the envelopes and put them in the out box for posting.

“Right then! Off you go you two, have fun shopping.” Denise headed off and Miss Ferguson made a production of easing her skirt and zipping it up. She hadn’t been able to in front of Denise. She winked at me and said, “Toni enjoy your ‘shopping’ trip.”

I caught Denise at the foot of the stairs. “Where are we going Denise.”

“Wasn’t he magnificent? A majestic specimen of manhood. Have you seen his cock?”

“What?” I was always surprised when elegant mature women descended into gutter talk.

“Oh come on Toni after what Rob and Charlie told me about your ‘walk in the park’ you can’t be little miss prim!”

I blushed.

“Anyway your big black stud has given me an idea. I wasn’t sure what we were going to do but your Tom has reminded me of an old friend I haven’t seen for a while.”

We arrived at her VW Golf and were soon speeding through the town and into a area that I was unfamiliar with. It was pretty run down with many of the houses having rubbish in the gardens.

“Right, here we are!” and she leapt out and rat-a-tat she was banging on the peeling door of a small scruffy looking terraced house. She pointed her remote at the car and, as the lights flashed rat-a-tat she hammered again.

Eventually the door opened a crack and a black late teen boy peered round it.

“Who is it?” A voice echoed down the hallway.

“That posh bird what’s her name and another bitch.”

“Come on Lloyd, don’t be slow get out of the way. We aren’t after your money you know, is your brother Jamaar in?”

Denise pushed past Lloyd and strode through into the kitchen at the back.

“Oh it’s that randy bitch again. I swear Jamaar if you don’t stop her coming I’ll stay away!” I recognised a woman’s voice.

A man replied, “Shut up bitch you love my cock too much to keep away.”

With Lloyd’s hand caressing my bum, under my skirt, I stumbled into the room to be greeted with the sight of a tall bearded Negro leaning against the wall with Denise already shrugging out of her jacket. At the stove was a white woman who I was startled to recognise as my bridesmaid Kate!

“Jesus Toni what’re you doing with this sex mad tart?”

I was stunned to see how quickly Denise was stripped.

“How do you want me Jamaar?” She simpered.

“Jesus Jamaar have some self respect!” Kate was indignant.

“Just bend over the table.”

Denise obeyed and she was soon lying face down gripping the far edge tightly. Without preamble Jamaar pulled a large black cock from his jeans and started poking it at Denise’s cunt.

“Oh Jamaar when can I go first? I’m sick of following you into these cunts.”

To the accompaniment of aloud grunt come sigh from Denise, he stabbed home into her twat and said, “When you are big enough to make me. Right now be thankful that I let my little brother have seconds! Why don’t you spend the time warming up that other cunt for me?”

I watched in fascinated embarrassment as Jamaar began a brisk fucking of Denise. I half heartedly protested as Lloyd tugged down the zip on my skirt and let it slither to the floor. Black fingers probed the entry of my vagina.

“Hey Jamaar this cunts dripping wet!”

“Bring her over let me feel.”

Lloyd kind of dragged me closer to the fucking couple and I shook with lust as he probed deep into my hole.

“You would be wet if you’d watched three men fucking your friends!” I thought.

“Hey you’re right she might even cum if you treat her right!”

I stood back from him and Lloyd resumed his clumsy playing with my vagina.

It was true I couldn’t remember ever feeling this sexy. It was because after a morning of sex at which I was a mere spectator I had become more and more randy.

Kate turned off the stove and crossed the small kitchen to stand beside Lloyd and I.

“Get stripped Kate and join in!”

“I don’t want to be near that bitch,” she said pointing at Denise.

“You’ll do as you’re told Kate. Now!”

Reluctantly Kate struggled out of her jeans and pulled her tee shirt over her head.

“Wh ... Why do you t ... take that treatment?” I could barely get the words out. If Lloyd had had any experience I would have been well into my orgasm by this time.

Kate unbuttoned my blouse and began to pinch my nipples. As my knees began to quiver, Kate pointed at Jamaar’s pistoning cock and said, “That! Toni I can’t get enough of it. He’s terrific, he just looks at me and my clothes vanish and my cunt runs like a tap! Oh he fucks anything or anyone and I don’t like it, but I put up with it because when it’s my turn he’s fantastic!”

Lloyd left off the fondling of my vagina and tried to move onto Kate but she stepped away. “Lloyd, I’ve told you before, you are allowed to look but not touch. Trust me this is as near as you’re going to get to fucking me!”

“What’s wrong with Lloyd? He seems canny enough.”

“Oh he’s fine it’s just a standard I’ve set myself. I keep my self respect by not fucking both brothers. Now quiet down and enjoy.”

I jumped when both Kate, tweaking my nipples and Lloyd, fingering my snatch resumed at the same time.

“He’s going to cum.” Kate pointed at Jamaar’s twitching penis. I was badly affected when Lloyd let go of my cunt and pulled a very respectable erection from his pants.