Give Nathalie the cock she wants (switch to Erin POV)

It's near the end of the next day when you send Nathalie a text to meet you in the copy room. It's exactly what you did the day before. Of course, then she didn't know you had every intention to make out with her, and feel her up, and hopefully more. Today she should certainly expect as much.

But she still shows up.

Then again, she's an intern and you're her superior. She doesn't have a choice but to follow your text. And that, of course, just makes it hotter.

Nathalie is a beautiful black girl with curly chestnut hair, juicy lips, perky young tits, and strong caramel thighs. Today she's wearing a very tight, very short dress.

You straighten up your skirt as she approaches. And you tell her to close the door behind her as she enters the copy room.

She takes a deep breath. "Look Miss Erin... I want to talk about what happened the other day..."

"I understand" you say, stepping forward placing your hand on her ample breast. It's very nice. You do love the sensation of a young woman's breast beneath your palm. Too bad Nathalie doesn't feel the same way.

But she doesn't hesitate. There's no doubt she likes being groped. She'd just prefer it was by someone with a cock. You decide that's fair.

"I... I..." she tries to find the words. But your hand on her is making her all hot and bothered. You feel her nipple harden. "I... appreciate the interest... I just..."

"You prefer cock." you say bluntly. And the bluntness of hearing her superior say such a thing seems to surprise Nathalie. "I understand. I just want you to admit that what we did turned you on." You smile at her, your hand starting to rub her soft tit. "Maybe you went home and rubbed yourself off. Or maybe you went out and found some cock to relieve the itch that I started." Nathalie doesn't know how to answer. It doesn't matter. She doesn't need to. What she doesn't realize is that you're in total control of the situation. You know what to ask, and you know what she's going to answer even if she doesn't say a word. "I know you came in to work today hoping for more cock."

Her lip trembles. For being the slut that Jamal claimed she was, she certainly is easy to seduce. "That's not.... necessarily true." She barely believes she's trying to convince you.

Your own clit starts to tingle. Everything is going perfectly. "Okay." you shrug. "Lift up your dress."

"...What?"

"Lift up your dress for me dear," you say, "If you're wearing panties, then I'll admit that I'm wrong. But if you're not, then you have to admit that you came into work today looking for cock, because I started an itch in you that can't be scratched."

Nathalie takes a deep breath. She knows she doesn't have a leg to stand on. She barely hesitates before grabbing her skirt at her hips and slowly pulling it up.

And exposing to her her bald, glistening twat. She bites her lip. She knows she's been caught.

"Whose was it going to be? One of the other interns? Jamal or Danny? What about Frank the janitor. He's old but I bet he's a freak. Or Mr. Williams. Might as well go for the boss right?" You give Nathalie's tit a squeeze.

She winces a bit but doesn't answer your question.

"May I suggest an alternative?" You smile. This is too easy. This is exactly where you had her yesterday, but this time you're not going to let her feign timidity and run off. Because this time you have something she wants. "Reach under my skirt dear." you say

And she does, unsure at first, but you can see it in her face when she feels it, your ten inch strapon.

"Enough games." you say with intent, squeezing her tit harder. "You can admit to me that you're a slut."

Nathalie smiles, but her eyes fill with a whimpering desire. "I am."

"The only cock that you're going to have in this office is mine. Understand?"

"Yes"

"Now peel out of that dress and get on your knees." You say with total authority.

And as it turns out, this was no challenge at all. Nathalie eagerly pulls the tight dress off over her head, revealing her wonderful, chocolate colored flesh, her big purple nipples, and the entirety of her lovely, ready body.

She starts to breathe heavily as she drops to her knees, just as you instructed. Her big brown eyes look up at you. "At least tell me what you're going to do to me."

You smirk. "Does it make you feel like a bigger slut to know what's going to happen before hand?"

She nods.

"Okay." You say