I was standing in the middle of a cluttered office, undressed, while he sat behind his desk, his eyes inspecting every part of me.
A half-hour earlier, I walked into the store looking for batteries and a few other items I needed while I stayed in my friend’s beach home. I was preoccupied with a personal issue involving one of the charity organizations that I am associated with. I walked into a large box of cereal that was on the floor. I was jolted back to reality and quite embarrassed, as I looked around to see if anyone saw my clumsiness.
Just my luck, an employee was at the end of the aisle and saw me walk into the box. He rushed over to make sure I was all right, and, at the same time, I apologized for being clumsy. His identification badge said his name was Raul and that he was the store manager, an older black man, tall and strong, nice smile.
After ensuring I was fine, I notice Raul’s demeanor change, a change I have seen with alpha, black males as they transform into a hunter. My personal concerns, which had occupied my mind, faded as I felt this man’s presence. Unlike previous times when approached by an alpha male, I was hyper-focused on this hunter and my feelings. That was unusual for me, now it was as if I was watching this man interact with another person.
Raul’s eyes, which were kind when he found me after stumbling into the box, were now focused, looking intensely into my eyes, into my soul. He was measuring me, seeing if I was weak and susceptible to his advances. It seemed like hours but in fact, were mere seconds. A knowing smile told me he had the information he needed. It had to be my eyes, how they looked away and I noticed my head drop a little.
I recall the last time a black man seduced me, I questioned how he knew I was willing prey, yet this time, I knew my body language told him I was willing. His eyes scanned my body, yet we were still in the aisle, he was smooth and discreet. Customers walked by and I noticed that they didn’t react, just a store employee talking to another customer, yet unbeknownst to them, there was a game being played out, cat and mouse.
My mind went blank when Raul suggested we go to his office. I found myself mesmerized and without hesitation, I nodded. I felt that familiar feeling of being prey, being led to his lair. Raul was making small talk as we walked to the back of the store. I felt like a zombie, yet we walked past other customers and employees. One employee stopped Raul and asked him a question, which he answered and then we continued our journey. He commented that he sensed that I was black-owned and again, I nodded. I wondered why I was not talking, just nodding. He asked if I was black-owned and in a weak voice, I said I have been but not currently.
We walked upstairs to his office, a small space with boxes and papers scattered about. I was in the wolf den, about to become this man’s prize. He sat behind his desk and commanded me to stand before him and slowly undress, his eyes inspected me as I did. I hesitated with my white panties, which made him slightly irritated. His hand motion said it all, remove them and let me inspect you.
I stood naked in his cluttered office, he then commanded me to turn around and then back again, facing him. He nodded approvingly.
He spoke in a deep yet soothing voice, “Are you going to be my slut, married white bitch?”
I replied, in a less than confident voice, “Yes, Sir, I am your slut, Sir.”
He moved from behind his desk and stroked my hair, then felt my breasts and squeezed my nipple, which made me moan. He slid his strong hand down my belly and slipped a finger into my moist pussy, then slid a second strong finger into me. I writhed with intense pleasure, moaning stronger.
He looked into my eyes and said, “You want to please me don’t you, slut, you want this black man’s strong cock don’t you whore?”
I nodded, to which he said, “Tell me, slut, tell me you want my black cock!”
I replied, trying to sound confident but the words came out weak, “Yes, Sir, yes I want your black cock, sir.”
He used his foot and moved my blouse, which was on the floor, positioning it in front of me. On your knees, slut, I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
I looked up at this man, tall and strong, his face looked like a lion after a successful hunt, his prey before him. I felt pride, I was happy to be here, in this position, and about to give him his reward. He unbuttoned his shirt and then he undid his slacks. He stood before me in his boxers and motioned me to remove them. I could see he was large and hard under the thin cotton material.
With a slight tug, Raul’s boxers fell to his ankles, revealing a thick cock, huge full balls, and a large cockhead. He held my head firmly, preventing me from taking his magnificent manhood. Tension was building up inside of me, which he enjoyed.
He said, “Beg for it, bitch.”
I began to beg and finally, he eased my head closer to his fully erect cock, licking and kissing his long thick shaft, I was in heaven. My eyes closed as I explored his shaft and full balls, then licking his enormous cockhead, he let out a strong moan. I felt a wave of satisfaction course through me, knowing I was giving this strong worthy man pleasure.
His grip on the back of my head tightened forcing his cock into my mouth, pushing it deep to the point of gagging me. He released his grip, and I felt his cock head slide over my tongue, then back in deep once again. He was in control now, using my willing mouth for his pleasure, and in turn, mine.
Slowing his cadence, I ran my tongue over his cockhead and again received a strong moan, I understood where his pleasure spot was. Then he picked up the pace and commanded me to fondle his full tight balls. I lost track of time and the number of moans he let out. My jaw was getting tired, but I didn’t complain, I was here for his pleasure.
Raul’s legs tightened and thrust forward as I began to taste his sweet precum followed by an explosion of his warm tasty seed as his balls let loose his precious seed. He growled and his hips forced his exploding cock deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag and force his cock back.
He began to relax, and I licked his shaft and cockhead to get all the come, not letting any fall from my hungry mouth. He finally withdrew and I collapsed on the floor.
He wiped his wet cock on my hair and then cleared space on his desk and moved me, positioning me on my stomach. My legs apart, he teased my wet pussy and pushed his still-hard cock into me, which caused me to climax hard.
I felt every thrust of his thick cock plunging deep toward my cervix. I orgasmed multiple times as he pumped me harder and harder. I could feel his cockhead on my pussy lips and then plunge deep and back out.
I reached back to hold his balls, as I sensed he needed additional stimulation. I was starting to wonder if there was anyone near that would hear us having intense sex. He grabbed my hair and pushed it even deeper and his whole body stiffened. He came hard within me, as another orgasm cruised through my body.
He collapsed on my back; we were both beyond exhausted.
It took a few moments until we could move. He caressed my hair and back and said that I was worthy, sexy, and beautiful. I felt pride, I had met his expectations and maybe more. He turned me and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he sucked lightly on my breasts before he stood and admired my naked body laying across his disheveled desk.
I never got the items I needed from that store, but I got a whole lot more.
