Secretarial (Futa)

I arrived to work one morning in mid April to find Wendy waiting at the door of my office with my coffee, today a stacked African lady in regional garb (I don't go in for racist stereotypes, so these were real African clothes, not any "savage huntress" junk). She was dressed in a full body dress I learned later is called a sakka, though unlike normal ones this one was skin tight, showing off her fully covered but ample bosom because it practically looked like those comic costumes you see, where the boobs are clearly outlined in the costume, due to how tight it was (I suspect a real woman might have had trouble breathing in it). So for today, she was in what might just barely be acceptable office attire. "Hello, Mr. Doe, I hope you had a nice drive in this morning," she said formally in a sexy accent. So it was going to be a serious personality day, I mused. She followed me into the office, placing coffee on my desk, which was covered in papers (they were real, but of course regardless of what I did with them the work would get done; I'll admit I loved the idea of sweeping real work paperwork onto the floor to clear the desk to fuck, but still having it all do itself and get where it needed to go without issue). "Do you need stress relief now, or would you like me to come back after you've dealt with your paper work?" she asked. Ok, formal, but not a 'seduce my secretary into doing inappropriate things with me' day (I still did enjoy that on occasion, though Of course over the course of a few hours, not months). "If you don't need me, Karyn has asked me to come by and ream her when I am next free," she added. Formal, available, and open for office use today, I mused.

I told her I wanted to read the paper first. She showed no disappointment and simply went to her desk. She pulled her outfit off and folded it neatly, (somehow; I couldn't figure out how it came off so easily with how tight it was) revealing (as I had suspected) that she had nothing on under it, her ebony body bare for the entire office to see. She bent backward, as if stretching, and grunted as her clit erected hard, then grew longer until a large cock was sticking out above her pussy, before she relaxed. Her dick bouncing with her steps, she walked over to Karyn's office and knocked. "Ms, you had asked for a good pussy reaming? I am available now, if you want." After a second, the door opened and Karyn invited her in, pulling her in by the dick with one hand while beginning to unbutton her blouse as she kicked the door closed. I could of course have watched what went on in the closed office, but I decided to just read the paper, although the rooms in our new place were not so soundproof as to prevent everyone from hearing loud and clear how much Karyn wanted it harder.

I found the whole scenario amusing, so after each person she fucked that morning, I told her I didn't need her help right now. I liked watching today's body walking around the office in various forms of dress (Toni wanted to be dominated, so Wendy put on a leather dominatrix outfit, keeping the dick; Elliot wanted to 'confess', so out came a full nun habit that was mostly ripped apart by the time he was done fucking her tight cunt), all of this done very professionally, but of course in character during the act itself.

At last I wanted to try this version of her myself, so I had her put the sakka back on (this is when I learned what it was called) and bent her over my desk. She obediently leaned over and pulled her skirt up around her waist; the bright dress a huge contrast against the dark skin of her exposed ass. She spread her legs and reached back. "Ass or pussy?" she inquired. "Pussy, for now," I replied, and she pulled her labia open, giving me a good look at the lighter flesh inside. I pulled my duck out through my fly and lined up to her; as soon as I was seated she immediately pushed back against me. She clenched and worked her insides on me as I slid in, concentrating on giving me as much pleasure as possible with minimal effort, as it was her job. She was utterly unconcerned with her own pleasure today, expertly picking up my rhythm and perfectly matching the motion of her hips to mine, while massaging me with her inner muscles. "Do you want my tits?" she asked, her face displaying nothing but concentration on her efforts for me; she wasn't dead but she was utterly serious and focused, no moaning or anything. Seeing her tightly clothed breasts pressed into the table, I couldn't turn down such an offer, and reached around to fondle her as she rose off the desk slightly, holding her torso in mid air, so I could grope her without hitting the table. I kneaded her huge breasts, the sensation of her huge firm boobs encased in silky cloth driving me on as I continued to let her fuck me. She continued fucking back against me, business like in manner that drove me crazy, until I slammed into her and came. I could feel her clenching me in orgasm too, but she gave no outward sign, simply pulling off me and turning to kneel and clean me off without a word or sound. "Will that be all, Mr. Doe?" she asked. I thought about it for a second but it was now lunch time, so I said no. She put me back in my pants and zipped me up, then went to her desk and pulled out a lunch box, headed for the break room. All so very sexily professional.