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Hot Wife & The Big Black Boss 2: Brutally Fucked While Hubby Must Watch
(Traci Wilde)

Dan stood, and I could tell he was nervous. Dan's usually a confident guy, standing erect, a little grin on his face like he's not really taking anyone else as seriously as he takes himself. Now, though, his face dour, his mouth a thin line, and when he walks, his shoulders were a little slumped, his steps slow and tentative. He slipped from the conference room, and I watched as he walked, nervously, toward Charles' big desk, stepped around behind it, fingers running along the spines of various books and binders there.



That's when Charles stood, stepped to the thick, shatter-proof glass door, pushed a lever and the metal locking bolts slide into place, securing the top and bottom of the door. He turned to me. I swallowed hard as he stepped to me, hand running along my head, fingers playing through my hair.



"Charles," I whisper, ready to protest, to tell him I couldn't, not again. Instead, nothing else comes from my mouth.



He pulled me to my feet, up against him, his eyes staring into mine as he lowered his face to mine, lips pressing against mine. I knew I should resist, push him away, tell him no. I put my hand against his chest, ready to do just that when I felt his hand behind my head, fingers wrapping in my hair. He yanked my head backwards, so that my face was turned upward, his other hand playing under the thin strap along my right shoulder. I whimpered ??" yes, a whimper ??" as he pushed the strap down over my shoulders, along my arm, until the dress began to peel away, my breast popping free, a gasp escaping my lips.



He loosened his grip on my hair, then let go, that hand pushing the strap down over my left shoulder, along my arm, peeling the dress down until my left breast popped free, the contrast between his dark, black skin and my alabaster skin exquisite. 



Just then we heard it, the loud slamming against the door. I looked to see Dan there, my hubby helplessly slapping his open hand against the glass. His eyes ??" there was anger and hatred in those eyes, and I think he would have taken both me and Charles out if he could??"but there was something else. His eyes conveyed hurt, helplessness, and realization he was once again watching Charles, his boss, the one man he detests, take the one thing that Dan couldn't do without ??" me.



I felt Charles' hands cupping my breasts. I groaned as he gently suckled my left nipple, then the right, pressing my breasts together, both nipples in his mouth now. Oh my God, my body shuddered hard, a sudden, powerful climax coming before I could stop it.



Charles sucked hard on my nipples, both breasts cupped in one hand, his other hand running down my hip, my legs, up under my dress, fingers playing along my thighs. Sweat broke out over my body...I was absolutely dripping wet, and another painfully sharp shudder rolled up and down my body as his fingers slipped inside my thong, ever-so-lightly brushing my slit.



"Oh," I cried out, climax gripping me, shaking me, coming much too fast. I sat back on the edge of the table, Charles sucking harder now, little tendrils of pain shooting from my nipples, strengthening the intensity of the orgasm racing through my body.



I glanced over my shoulder, saw Dan standing there, mouth open, calling my name. That was the final straw ??" every muscle in my body contracted at that moment, seeing the despair, the shame on his face as Charles continued suckling my nipples, fingers running along my folds. I reached down as best I could ??" the shoulder straps were around my arms now, holding them against my body, almost like being bound ??" and I gripped the side of the conference room table oh-so-tight, my body shivering, and then Charles slipped a finger inside me, pressing inside me, and I cried out, climax hitting me harder, deeper. I called out his name ??" yes, I cried "Charles!" as he moved his finger in and out, pulling just a tiny bit harder on my nipples.   



I pushed my ass up off the table, then sat back, pushed off, sat back, thrusting softly against his hand, moaning, calling out, repeating his name over and over as the orgasm continued running through me...