The Mailroom Guy

It's hard enough being a black female lawyer, but one walking about coordinating mergers and acquisitions with a fat, wet pussy? Absolute torture.

I'd spent a few days picturing what it'd be like fucking the mailroom guy on my office balcony. The best view of the city can be seen from behind my desk — especially when standing. I’ve thought about him rubbing my swollen clit and fucking my pussy while looking out at the gorgeous view outside and then back down below him at my voluptuous body, taking all of him in. I haven’t bothered to find out his name, but I can guess that his cock is long, girthy and curved -- just how I like it. I know this because he makes sure to wear chinos so tight his cock looks like it’s begging to be free — even at rest. He’s tall, well-built and has the sexiest tattoos on his arms. How he rolls up his sleeves to show off his arms annoys me because it's so fucking sexy, and there's nothing I can do to get them around my waist.

I’m working late on an important presentation for a new client I met at a gala dinner out of town when I hear a knock on my office door. I don’t anticipate anyone but security to be around, so I am pleasantly surprised to see Mailroom Guy at my door, with his gorgeous head poking into my office. “Miss Lee, I was just leaving and saw you in here. I thought I’d check in to ensure you’ve got all you need before I leave.”, he said. I am so tempted to say, “Sir, your cock. That’s what I need.” But I told him I was fine and he was free to leave. He bids me a good night and walks off. I can’t help but notice how his arms flex as he carries his backpack. Thinking about those large hands over my thighs gets me wet and annoyed. I hadn’t acknowledged before how sexy his voice is, so I am already thinking about how he’d sound talking through my next nut… I need a moment to clear my mind the best way I know how. There’s a mail-delivering bull who’s been ravaging my mind all week and I need him gone before I fucking lose it.

“Old Trusty” is my seven-inch dildo. I keep him in the bottom drawer of my desk. I let Old Trusty have his way with me when the plantation gets the better of me, and tonight is one of those nights where I need him to relieve me. My beige blouse slightly exposes my black bra underneath, and I have no underwear under my skirt (I left my panties in the car after I rubbed one out earlier). I begin caressing my plump, voluminous breasts while I picture Mailroom Guy standing in front of me, shirtless and sweaty. I unbutton my blouse slowly, giving my chest and nipples a chance to enjoy the breeze flowing through the room. With my skirt still on, I adjust my seating position and reach down to feel how wet I am. “Not wet enough”, I think to myself… I don’t let Old Trusty near me unless my kitten’s well-lubricated. With that said, I close my eyes, hands still caressing my breasts, and imagine Mailroom Guy’s throbbing cock in front of me.

He’s waiting to be devoured as he deserves, and my mouth is more than ready to oblige. I can feel his veiny hand carefully lift my head to look up at him, and he says, “Now, be a good girl and give Daddy’s cock a kiss. Make it sloppy and as wet as you are right now.” My left hand grabs his thick cock, my eyes locked on him, and guides his girthy gift into my mouth. I can hear him grunting as I suck and slurp on his cock like my life depends on it. His hand caressed my head as I let him fuck my face, feeling him grow against my tongue as he watched me take him halfway in… “You can go further than that, I know it. Show Daddy how good you are, and let me fuck you deeper.” With his cock still in my mouth, he pushes my head against him and gently shoves all six inches into my mouth. My throat is gagging, my eyes watering as quickly as my mouth is salivating, and my inner thighs feel soaked from my pussy dripping… His grunts drive me crazy because I love hearing how much he enjoys me.

He pulls on my hair to back me off and pushes himself back inside my mouth without giving me a second to catch my breath. He does this repeatedly for another minute before saying, “Good girl… Now, climb onto the desk, spread your legs and let Daddy taste you.” I waste no time giving his cock a peck before getting up to assume the instructed position. As I reach my right hand forward to touch myself, he slaps it and sternly instructs me not to touch myself before he does. “Daddy’s rules.”, he says. With that, he uses his left hand to restrain both my hands over my head as he lowers his gorgeous face to give my fat pussy a taste. I moaned, and then he told me to be quiet. His tongue is writing hieroglyphics along my lips, his mouth occasionally sucks on my swollen clit, and his right hand teases my pussy. I want to kick him and demand that I be finger fucked immediately, and just as I open my mouth to beg him, he slowly inserts two of his fingers inside me. I moaned again, and he stopped everything to spank me.

“What did I say?!” he yells.

“Daddy said I should be quiet. I’m sorry.”, I quietly respond.

“Good girl…”,he says…

Two fingers turn to three, and I am reaching my peak… He can feel it, so he stops cold turkey and thrusts his throbbing cock inside me. His left hand is still restraining my wrists, and his right hand alternates between rubbing on my wet clit, spanking me and grabbing my bouncing tits. He fucks me for a good minute before I cum all over him and the desk. My pussy got so creamy and slimy that he kept slipping out whenever he pulled his cock back.

“Are you kicking me out of my pussy?! Who permitted you to cum?” he yelled.

With that, he repeatedly thrust all six inches of his gift into me, pinched my erect nipples, and spanked me until we came together. After he pulled out, he stuck two fingers inside me before feeding them to me. I opened my mouth, sucked on his fingers while looking right into his eyes, and then he smiled sweetly as he said my two favourite words, “Good girl…”.

As I snap back to reality, I open my eyes and my bra is off and skirt lifted. Old Trusty’s deep inside me, slippery and soaked… I look ahead, to where the wall-to-wall glass faces the office space, and I see Mailroom Guy staring at me with his cock in his hand and his shirt sweaty as fuck. My nipples immediately stood to attention, and my kitty got warm all over again a the thought of him watching me play with myself. I then motion for him to come inside, in more ways than one…