Chapter 1

In the large Art gallery on the outskirts of Berlin where she worked, Emma Holmes sat alone in her semi open plan office, which she usually shared, however it was now well after 6PM and her colleagues had all gone home, She had decided to begin some initial work on a new project following the very good news she had had been given that afternoon by her boss. He informed her that he was very impressed with her performance over the last year and he wanted her to take the lead on a new stream of artwork that the gallery was moving into which was Ethnic art in all its forms. At 29 only she was the youngest member of the large gallery team to be given the role of lead on any venture the gallery was undertaking. Now as she sat there contemplating that fact and her life in general she began to think maybe she would like to spread her wings in other directions regarding the rest of her life, in the main the world of erotica.

Emma had been with her boyfriend Karl for 7 years and was very happy in their relation ship. They had great fun, adventures and sex together, often involving others in their sexual fun, something they were both happy with but there had been a couple of occasions lately where she had been tempted to stray a little. Emma considered herself a highly sexed girl and whilst sex with Karl was wonderful his job meant he was away from home a lot, often for a week or more and in these times, no amount of masturbation seemed to quell her thirst for more sex. As she focused on these thoughts now she found herself getting even more aroused and made a decision that, unknown to her at the time, would have a massive impact on her life.

She had often taken herself off to the bathroom at work to self pleasure herself and bring about some relief to last her through the day until she got home to Karl, or one of her toys, but as she was all alone she decided to log in to one of the several porn sites that she used for her visual stimulation and browse through the newest videos. One of the category headings was BBC and perhaps it was because she had been thinking about ethnic art and in particular African art she decided to click on it. A quick browse through the thumbnail titles revealed a heading “African Bull fucks white wife.” Emma had a last look around to make sure nobody had returned to the office for any reason before gently biting her bottom lip in anticipation and clicking on the thumbnail to open the video.

As with many video’s on line it didn’t start at the beginning of the film and the action started with a facial close up of a white, blonde haired, good looking girl, around the same age as Emma, who had her eyes closed and was grimacing as she panted and gasped. As the camera drew back to reveal more of her Emma’s own body tingled as she saw the girl’s wonderfully large breasts, a similar size and shape to her own D cup breasts, swaying back and forth as she was being fucked and as the camera drew back even further it revealed that the fucking was being done by a very black and very muscular man who has his large hands gripped around the girl’s waist, holding her tightly as he fucked her at a frantic pace.

Emma’s eyes were now glued to the action as she admired the rippling torso of the black African bull fucking this young white girl in what looked like a holiday hotel room. As the action continued Emma became aware of herself gently rocking back and forth on her office chair and she could tell that she was getting moist between her pussy lips. The girl in the video let out a sudden gasp of relief and then fell forward onto the bed before rolling onto her back which is when the cause of her grimacing was revealed.

There, in the middle of the screen was the huge, shiny and sticky black cock of the African bull, pointing upwards ad about forty five degrees from his groin. It was hard to gauge the length but Emma could tell it was bigger than any cock she had ever seen. The bull shuffled forwards onto the bed, his huge balls swaying from side to side as he did so, before he gripped his thick shaft and positioned it at the entrance to the girls pussy and paused briefly before thrusting it into her making her squeal with sexual pleasure. After slightly re positioning himself, propping himself up on his muscular arms the bull once again began to fuck the girl, hard, fast and deeply.

Emma’s whole body began to tingle as she continued to watch the action on her screen and she licked her lips before once again gently biting her bottom lip and looking around her office. Confident she was all alone she leant back in her office chair, reclining it as far as it would go before spreading her legs and lifting one, placing a foot on her desk, next to her computer screen. She spread her other leg wider and as the cool air rushed over her moist pussy lips she was thankful that she had chosen to wear a nice thin summer dress and, as she often did on hot summer days, not bothered wearing any panties. As she continued to view the action on her screen Emma lifted the hem of her dress with her left hand and gently slid the middle finger of her right hand in between her moist pussy lips.

The first stroke of her finger made Emma sigh as her finger gently probed between her moist lips, running up and down the length of her slit. She could feel her sticky juices flowing from her pussy, coating her finger. Emma rubbed a little more before eventually allowing herself to brush her finger tip over her, now very swollen, clit making her let out a loud gasp. Emma paused and took another look around, worried her gasp may have been heard. Thankfully her whole office and those she could see in the semi open plan complex were totally empty.

Emma was so aroused she needed to get herself off and considered going to the bathroom to do so, as she had done many times before, but that would have meant not seeing the rest of the video, which had another 12 minutes left. Confident that as it was now almost 7pm there was no chance of anyone returning to the office and she took a deep breath, before reclining back and once again lifting her dress, looking at the screen and gently inserting two fingers into her dripping pussy knowing she was going to bring herself to orgasm, imagining she was the girl in the video being fucked by that big black cock.

Unfortunately, Emma was totally unaware that she wasn’t alone. The loud gasp she had let out a couple of minutes earlier when she had first rubbed her clit had been heard by the gallery’s head of security, Max Holzem. Official security rounds didn’t commence until after all the staff, in the large, multi department, three building gallery had left the premises, which was often as late as 9PM in the summer, but Max Holzem had a habit of snooping around many of the offices and desks of the female staff in search of any personal items or information he could gather about them.