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Hot Wife Taken By The Big Black Boss While Hubby Is Made To Watch
(Traci Wilde)

"Are you here hoping to...curry favor with your husband's boss?"



I breath in deeply, screw up all of my courage, turn my face up toward his and lean against him. "I don't know," I said, trying to make my voice all breathless and husky. "Would something like that work?"



He reaches up, cups my face in his hands. "Only one way to find out." With that he leans forward just a little more, pressing his lips to mine, his hands slipping across my shoulders, fingers under the straps. He pushes the straps down, his hands tracing down my arms.



I gasp as he peels the dress away, my breasts popping out over the cloth as he takes it down my body.



Charles cups my breasts in his hands now, breaking our kiss. I stand there, leaning back against the desk, body shaking, feeling a mix between absolute out-of-control arousal and dreadful, humiliating shame. Am I any better than a common whore degrading myself, giving my body to another man? Am I doing this for my husband, or just to keep the money coming in from his job, to keep up our standard of living?



Or because I secretly want this for myself? Sex with a stranger. With my husband's boss, to give Charles one up over my hubby even in this area of life ??" with my body? And most of all, do I want to let a Big Black Bull of a man ravish me? Is that some secret, perverse desire?



Charles leans down, placing his mouth over my left nipple, kissing ??" sucking ??" and I find myself gasping, my thoughts interrupted, heart skipping a beat. I'm moist ??" hell, I'm dripping wet ??" and I put my hands behind me on the desk and lean back.



He pulls on my nipple, delicious pain streaking through my breast as he does. 



He pulls away, sharper pain flaring, then kisses my right nipple, sucking, pulling, as his hands are back on my body, pushing the dress down, over my waist. I push up off the desk, lifting my hips as he peels the dress down to my thighs, letting it fall the rest of the way.



I moan as he runs his fingers over my thigh, slipping inside the leg band of my panties, leaning back, arching toward him. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is wrong, know I shouldn't be here...but my motives are pure, right? My reason justifies what he's doing to me, what I'm allowing...right?



I feel him wrapping the panties around his fingers, then with a sudden, powerful yank he rips them from my body.



"Oh my god," I gasp, my eyes flying open. He looks up at me, eyes blazing, and he keeps his gaze on me as he moves his head forward, and we lose eye contact at the moment he turns his face down, tongue lapping deep inside me.



I cry out, body shuddering so hard it almost hurts.



And that's when I hear it.



"No!"



A voice calling out. My husband's voice.



I gasp, sit forward on the desk.



"What...where...?



I hear the voice again, this time stronger, and I zero in on the direction from where it comes ??" straight ahead actually, but that can't be right, there's nothing but a dark wall there. Is my imagination playing tricks on me, my conscious doing whatever it can to stop me?



"Stop, don't do this, don't," the voice calls again, his voice, accompanied by what sounds like a hand slapping against the wall. Against glass.



Charles stands, running his tongue along my slit one last time before he does, my body shivering when he does. Then he reaches around behind me, I hear a click, and the dark wall lights up.



It's a glass wall, with a conference room on the other side. And my husband is in there.



"Charles?"



He laughs, though it's a teasing, almost evil laugh.



I sit up, cross my arms over me, trying desperately to hide my bare breasts, my nakedness. I feel foolish, and so much more than ashamed now, standing there, clad only in my stockings and heels.



"I knew what you were after," he says to me. "I knew exactly what you wanted, so I asked Dan to the conference room, before I came in here with you. Then I locked him in and decided to see what would happen."



"You let me out of here and I'll show you what will happen, you sound of a bitch," he screamed through the glass. He was standing at the door, and reached down, yanking on the nobs. The doors ??" thick slabs of shatter proof glass, barely budged. He slammed his fist against the doors.



Charles turned his back on my husband, staring straight into my eyes, saying nothing, making no move, as if to see what I will say, do. I feel paralyzed ??" beyond embarrassed now, with my husband on the other side of those glass walls, watching, having seen everything, yet strangely, inexplicably aroused at the prospect as well.



And then there's Charles??"strong, powerful, black-skinned, almost exotic compared to the normal, regular, vanilla existence I've known so far in my life.



Does it matter? At this point, what will he do if I say no, if I try to resist? My husband is locked up like some animal, helpless to intervene. And there's no one else around...