Go to bed, you need to work in the morning.

No matter what your dick thinks, you are an adult with responsibilities. After getting back to your apartment, you leave the mess in the kitchen alone before taking another quick shower and hitting the bed.

The next day, after some instant coffee and a bowl of cereal, you are ready for work. Your office job in a large company, that fills several floors in a downtown building, is a short 15-minute ride from your apartment in your old, beat-up car. Though you aren't paid very well, it's enough for your simple life and you are mostly left alone, just plugging along in your computer.

After arriving, you greet the few coworkers that you don't actively despise before heading to the small kitchen on your floor to get some much needed coffee. To your surprise, one of the upper management is there, and not just any one: Tyra, the woman of your lewd dreams.

She is a very image of a Nubian queen, standing tall at 6'2, with full lips and an afro. She was not only gorgeous, but even in her late 30's her body remained as tight as it was in her college volleyball days, with long, toned legs and an ass you could bounce a quarter off.

Her body had changed in one regard, though. Her tits were far bigger now, a couple of sizes too big even for her large frame. It was truly a cleavage you could get lost into, but you didn't know if the change was caused because she had kids, plastic surgery or a combination of both.

You actually had never seen her up close, and she was even more gorgeous than you saw in the vacation photos you repeatedly wanked off to. She must have caught you staring, because she clears her throat and stretches her free hand to you.

"Hi, we must have not met. I'm Tyra."

It took a few awkward seconds before you were able to muster enough blood out of your dick and back into your brain to answer. "Hi, the name is John." You say, shaking her hand for far longer than you should.

"Are you okay?" She asks, eyebrows raised with genuine concern. "You seem out of sorts, John."

"Sorry... I just need some coffee... had a rough night of sleep." You lie through your teeth, wearing a fake smile. Well, it's not like you could come out and say Sorry, I was distracted by thinking how hot you are.

Her smile is sweet and authentic, melting your heart even as your raging boner struggled against your jeans. "You know," She says. "Even if I'm not your manager, you can come to me with any problem."

"Got it, thanks." You answer, picking up a cup and filling it with coffee. "But I have no problems. Just a bit tired, that's all."

Before you can leave the room, Tyra grabs your shoulder and stops you in your tracks. She scrutinizes your face a few seconds before speaking. "I see what's going on. You are one of those types that think that us upper management folks are all rich people coming from rich families that got our jobs thanks to our fathers connections."

Well, you did think that but you were not sure where she was going with this, so you just let her talk.

"But you should know that I'm not like that." She continues, pushing you against the wall of the kitchen. "I started at the bottom in this company, working the telephones, and made my way up to where I am today. And I'll never forget that is the effort of guys like you that lets us be sucessful! So, if you have any issues, I mean any at all, you can tell me, ok?"

After you don't answer, unsure where she is going with this inane corporate bullshit, Tyra sighs and begins to unbutton her blouse. "I can tell when a man wants to fuck me, you know? And I also can tell that it's distracting you from work, so get that cock out and tell me what you want."

Shit, it was happening again. A hot black woman wants to fuck you in public, but the shame and guilt you felt yesterday were far diminished now, the new reality setting into your brain. Hell, even if it was some sort of prank, being fired after fucking Tyra would be worth it.

"You can start by showing me your tits... no, your entire body!"

Tyra rolls her eyes, laughing as she keeps undoing her blouse. "You men are all the same..."

"And... make it sexy!"

"Now you are getting into the spirit!" She says, voice suddenly taking a sultry turn. "Sit over here, please."

You do as she says, eyes wide and mouth open when she sits on your lap, grinding away at your clothed erection while she slowly tosses her blouse away before removing her plain gray bra and revealing her gigantic chocolate tits. She wiggles her chest a bit, and from the way they sit on her torso and the way they jiggle, you can confirm indeed her breasts are a natural marvel.

After a few seconds of letting you ogle her bosom, Tyra pulls your head into her cleavage using her bra, her jugs just enough to engulf you. She is wonderfully warm, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils, and you can't help yourself and begin to motorboat her. Tyra actually breaks character, giggling like a schoolgirl and using her elbows to mash her tits against your face.

Tyra gets up from your lap, shaking her ass as she shimmies out of her pencil skirt and her panties, which she tosses at you. She gets on all fours and crawls to you, fishing your cock out.

"At least one part of you is honest..." She coos, stroking your shaft. "Are you going to make me cum with your big white cock?"

You wish you could give a strong, confident answer, but you are just too horny to promise anything. "I'll try..." You answer honestly, and she giggles again as she mounts you.

"I can't ask anything more from a valuable employee like you."

She rides you hard and fast, and her soft, plump tits would be flopping all around if you weren't sucking on both of her dark, chocolate nipples. Her warm, wet cunt snuggles your dick perfectly, trying to milk your cock, and she would have succeeded already if you hadn't a sexual marathon the day before. All the while, she moans lewdly in your ear, her breath shortening as she begins to tire.

"You... are not going to make me... do all the work... will you?" She says, pushing herself off of your prick. She carefully clears one of the tables before lying on her back with her legs spread, and the brief respite brings you back to reality. There are people filing into the kitchen to get coffee or a snack from the vending machines, and all around you the sounds of an office in fill your ears.

But no one cares. People act like you don't even exist, ignoring your hard dick and the naked, stunning beauty that beckons you closer. If these last couple of days were a dream, a mirage, or if you died in your sleep and went to heaven it doesn't matter.

All that matters now is that you are going to fuck Tyra will all you've got. It isn't much, to be honest, but as you guide your prick into her quivering pussy, it is more than enough to draw a low, deep moan from your her. You grip her thin waist with both hands and start pumping into her, sending her tits jiggling lewdly.

"Ohhh, yes, fuck me! You are going to make me cum at work, John!" Tyra shouts, holding onto the edge of the table so that her tits are free to bounce around for your viewing pleasure. "Cum in me, please!!! Make me pregnant, John!"

Gritting your teeth, you hold on for dear life as she cums around your cock, her walls clenching your shaft as she shudders in pleasure. Tyra holds you in place by locking her legs behind your back and you have **** but to shoot your load deep into her womb, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Mmm, that's the way, John." Tyra says, her voice sweet and her post fuck glow making her even more gorgeous to your eyes. "You look a lot more relaxed now."

Indeed, you feel loose and ready for anything. She lets you go and you pull out, your now soft dick leaving her pussy with a satisfying slick sound. Circling around the table, you approach her head and she opens her mouth, ready to take you in and clean your cock with her velvet mouth.

But you had the opportunity to satisfy one of your hidden, most obscure fetishes and you take it, using her natural, curly hair to wipe your dick clean of bodily fluids. You worry that this might be the step too far that gets you into trouble, but Tyra looks positively overjoyed, clapping her hands happily as you step away.

"You know," Tyra says, laughing as she begins to put on clothes. "This is the first time someone does that."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me..."

"Don't worry, I liked it. It's the sort of innovative spirt that makes me sure you are going far into this company!"

"Uhh... okay." You answer, the corporate bullshit already forgotten. "Do you do this often, Tyra?"

"What? Motivate my fellow employees?"

"By fucking them, I mean."

Her cheerful demeanor falters, and she sighs deeply. "Are you one of them? Thinking that I sucked and fucked my way to the job?"

"No, that's not what I meant..." Her disappointed face breaks your heart, making you rush to correct yourself. "It's just... why go so far for me?"

You can see how her face scrunches up, as if she is trying to recall a long forgotten memory. "Because... it's what you need..."

By now, you know better than to ask any further questions. "Well, thanks anyway."

"No problem!" She replies, her calm, cheerful demeanor back. "Please pass me my bra, will you?"

You pick up the bra she had flung to the floor, but instead of returning it to her a idea flashes through your mind?

"Can I keep this, Tyra?"

"You want a trophy?" Tyra asks, amused. "You can have it, of course, but you know you can count on me to cheer you up any time!"

"No, it's just that the thought of your tits bouncing around as you go by your day, capturing the stares of everyone, is very arousing to me."

"I see." And she indeed saw, as your dick was already straining against your jeans again. She got onto her knees in a heartbeat, fishing your cock out and taking it balls deep into her velvet mouth before you can say anything. Having cum minutes ago, you are very sensitive and it doesn't take long before your manhood is throbbing in her mouth.

Before you can cum, though, she pulls out and starts jerking you off, aiming your cock at her tits. You cum again with a grunt, toes curling and knees growing weak as you spill ropes of jizz into her rack.

"I liked your idea, so I thought you could give me a nice pearl necklace to go with it."

You can't help but to smile at the absurdity. To her its just another day in the office... which reminded you to look at the clock. Shit, work was piling up. Clumsy, you clean your dick in her hair again before tucking it back in and rushing to your desk, muttering a thank you under your breath.

As soon as you reach your desk, you can see that your supervisor is giving you a stink eye, but you ignore him and boot up your PC. Tyra follows after you a few minutes later and gives you a business card with her personal number on it, telling you to text her if you need anything.

You marvel at the sudden turn of luck the universe gave you these last couple of days, and a smile creeps into your lips as you see every head in the office turn to stare at Tyra as she walks away, her bouncing bosom and your congealed jizz capturing the attention of every men and women in the vicinity.