Lara threw back the covers, a few seconds before the alarm clock went off. She had a lot to do before she headed off to work. Her company could not be left for a second without a stern hand to guide it out of danger and back to profitability. It was strenuous, requiring a second by second vigilance, and a ready willingness to confront the over-inflated egos that had almost bankrupted her father’s business while he was so sick with cancer.

She glanced at her Sidekick screen reviewing her schedule for the day. Having to drive herself to work for the last few days had been a royal pain. Today she had a couple of limo drivers to interview. She would do it herself this time, get it right, hire a driver that would allow her to concentrate on work as she traveled to and from work, her business meetings, and business trips.

Hurrying through her shower, then while dashing for her makeup counter, she happened to glance in the mirror as she hurried across in front of it. ‘DAMN! I need to go in and get waxed! Well, going to have to wait, no time this morning.’ She made a mental note to have her secretary schedule her in for the barbaric rite of brutality . . . . soon.

Her first interview was right on time. She watched him through the one-way-window that separated her conference room from the small waiting area outside her office. The well dressed man sat calmly, seemingly looking straight ahead, but Lara noticed that his alert eyes missed nothing of the hushed events occurring around him. She pressed the com button to tell her personal secretary to show the interviewee in.

When she stood to shake his hand, she found herself looking up at him; the man was tall! Then his huge hand engulfed hers, not crushing it, but instead treasuring it gently in his palm as he smiled at her. She left her hand in his a fraction of a second too long, then hastily removed it and sat down behind her desk.

“So . . . . Darnell, . . . . I see by your bio that you have been a driver and personal bodyguard for a number of people! Very impressive!” Lara perused the list of people that the powerfully built man had previously been employed by. She recognized many of the names. Her first reaction was to wondered why they had let him go. But the next few pages were personally hand written recommendations by his previous employers . . . . mostly from the women. But they were all married, so Lara drew the conclusion that in most families, like in hers, the woman had to do the hiring. Lara decided that maybe most men were incapable of performing that task.

After talking to the obvious articulate man for a few moments, she made an unusually impetuous decision to hire him on the spot. After he left to fill out all the employment papers, she breathed a sigh of relief, told her secretary to cancel the rest of her employment interviews, and turned to her daily work schedule, relieved to not have to go through the tedium of talking to the lesser mortals for the rest of the day.

A short while later, she looked up at the man’s retreating back. Bemused, she realized that she was noticeably moist. She smiled at her unusual reaction to the powerfully built black man. Was he really as endowed as the tubular lump in his suit pants indicated? Maybe it was a sock.

Taniya was feeling a little worse for the wear as she staggered into the bathroom and began to run her bath. She felt a bit of pain as she performed her daily duties. Her brow furrowed, trying to remember why that would be. Then she remembered! God his dick had been thick! And he had used her back there twice, of all things . . . . well at least twice that she could remember. She had been too lit up to say no. Something about his thick white dick made him enticing, but his ripped body was irresistible!

She tried to remember how she had ended up naked in his truck, on her knees, as he had used her sexy celebrity butt till his carnal needs were sated. Taniya was embarrassed about how out of control she had been, how many times she had cum.

Jeff was enjoying his day immensely. The weather was good, the clients were streaming steadily through the door, and his little business was in the black! Things were good. At work.

At lunch he closed his office door and logged onto his Yahoo account, checking his messages from the web sites he was active on. There! She had posted! Damn! Jeff just could not wait. He double checked his office door to be sure it was locked, then dug his dick out of his pants and began to stroke it, tugging his balls out through the fly as he read the new story. White woman, black man, damn, had all the stuff he secretly loved. Not that he would EVER admit it to any one, but there was something about a white woman with a black man that just got his cock a pumping!

Jeff was almost ready to squirt when the phone rang, distracting him. He looked down at the number and realized he had committed to a client. ‘DAMN!’ But it was an important client, he had to head out NOW to be on time. Pissed, he stuffed his junk back into his pants then rushed off to his appointment, almost forgetting to fully zip up. It was as he jerked his zipper up the last inch that he realized that his pants had a wet spot on the front. Looking at his watch, he decided that the odds were good that it would be dry before he reached his appointment.

His secretary snickered after he rushed by. She quickly picked up the phone and passed the delightfully decadent morsel of information to her best buddy in the lunchroom.

At the end of lunch break, the whole plant knew about their boss’s obvious wet spot. The IT person investigated the boss’s on line activities during the lunch hour, printed out the new story for everyone, and passed them out.

A lot of protein was flushed down the company toilets at break time.

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