Under Shanequa's Desk

"Lancaster Law, how can I direct yo' call?" Shanequa said. God, she was hot, forward, sensual, delicious ... but a receptionist, she was not, Douglas thought. He looked at his watch. At least it was closing time.

Most of the office was out early for Veteran's day. Only Douglas came in, to collect the personal injury calls. Shanequa was tarted up.

"Mrs. Lancaster, hold all calls," Douglas said, walking out to the front desk. She smiled saucily at him.

"You ready for dinner, baby?" she asked, tugging up her skirt to reveal her pussy.

"You know I am," Douglas said. He got under Shanequa's desk, kissing up her legs, tonguing her ass hungrily, teasing the tight little star. Then he pushed his tongue into her pussy, worming the wriggling muscle around inside her, when he got a surprise of cum. He pulled back, looking up at her.

"Cum?" he asked.

"I had a lunch date with Jaylen," she said. "Now eat up, white boy, so you can earn fuckin' pussy on this nice desk yo' rich white ass paid for."

Never had Douglas felt hungrier.