Leslie & Marcus

As Leslie left the Joey in the mailroom she headed back to her office when she saw Marcus standing by the water cooler. Has Leslie walked by she looked him over he was tall physical fit, black guy. As she looked him she saw it the outline of his cock stuff inside is pants.

Leslie made back to her office and sat down at her desk. All she could think of was Marcus and his big cock the rest of the day. Leslie made her mind up she going fuck Marcus before the work day was over. As Leslie thought about her day of fucking the Virgin Joey in the mailroom and now thinking about Marcus’s cock. It finally hits her she was becoming a hot slut wife.

Leslie leaned against her office doorframe, fingers tapping against the wood as she watched Marcus take a long drink from the water cooler. His throat worked with each swallow, the muscles of his neck flexing beneath smooth, dark skin. She let her gaze trail lower—the way his dress shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, the hint of his abs beneath the fabric, the unmistakable bulge straining against his slacks.

Her pulse thrummed as she wet her lips. "Marcus," she called, voice dripping with false casualness. "Could you come to my office for a second? I need your... input on something."

He turned, water bottle still in hand, and those deep brown eyes locked onto hers.

Leslie’s sat at her desk her sexy thick legs spread so you could see up her skirt her buttons where open letting her huge tits be visible as they strained against her bra as Marcus walked into her office.

Marcus’s gaze darkened as he stepped into her office, the door clicking shut behind him. His eyes raked over her—the creamy swell of her tits spilling from her bra, the shadowed promise between her spread thighs. Leslie let one high-heeled foot dangle, the strap slipping just enough to show the arch of her foot as she leaned back in her chair.

"You wanted my input?" Marcus’s voice was rough as he moved closer, his knuckles brushing the edge of her desk. The scent of her—Joey’s spend still clinging to her skin, the musk of her arousal—hit him like a punch to the gut.

Why yes as Leslie’s fingers hooked into the cups of her bra, peeling the lace away with deliberate slowness. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already taut from anticipation. Marcus’s breath hitched as she arched her back, letting him drink in the sight—the contrast of her pale skin against his dark fingers as he reached out, thumb brushing a stiff peak.

"How do you feel," she murmured, "about fucking a married white woman”?

His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel him—god, the thickness of him straining against his zipper, hot even through the fabric.

Marcus’s deep chuckle vibrated against her neck as his hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing the plush flesh through her pencil skirt. “Damn, you got some huge tits and a sexy thick ass,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I got no problem at all fucking you senseless right here.”

Leslie moaned as he yanked her skirt up, his fingers digging into the bare skin of her hips. She could feel the heat of his cock pressing against her through his slacks, the sheer size of him making her pulse race. His mouth crashed down on hers, tongue claiming her with rough dominance as he backed her against the desk.

Once again she had set her phone up to record her fucking another man for Craig as she drop to her knees unzipping Marcus pants.

Leslie’s fingers trembled with anticipation as she fumbled with Marcus’s belt buckle, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. The metallic clink of his zipper being dragged down echoed in the quiet office, her breath hitching as she finally freed his thick cock from its confines. It sprang free, heavy and flushed, the veins standing proud against his dark skin.

She didn’t hesitate—sinking to her knees right there on the plush office carpet, her lips parting as she dragged her tongue along his length in one slow, worshipful stroke. The taste of him—musky, masculine—flooded her senses as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper.

She was shocked it was the biggest fattest cock she ever seen it looked huge against her white tits as she wrapped her hands around it.

Leslie’s breath caught as her fingers barely met around the girth of Marcus’s cock, the sheer weight of it making her thighs clench. A whimper escaped her lips as she dragged the swollen head between her tits, her pale flesh flushed pink against his dark, throbbing length. Precum glistened on her collarbone as she squeezed her breasts around him, her nipples stiffening at the delicious friction.