Colleagues with benefits (this is my first story posted here. If you like it, I have a idea for a very naughty part 2...)
"Don't forget we've got the new lad starting tomorrow".
Mary had completely forgotten there would be a new member of the team.
"Have you met him?" Mary enquired.
"No" Sheila replied. "But apparently he's a bit shy, very young, and oh, very black".
As her friend left the canteen, she looked over her shoulder and winked at Mary.
Mary hadn't been expecting that, she smiled to herself, more thinking of her friend teasing her than anything else.
Mary had got quite used to having 'her' department to herself. She didn't relish the thought of also having to train up a newbie whilst struggling to get the daily work finished. She could see however, that she couldn't cope on her own for much longer.
Mary spent the afternoon trying desperately to get on top of the filing. With the months end coming up, things were really busy. The heat didn't help. The summer was turning out to be unseasonably hot (for Great Britain). Mary sat behind her desk. Her suit jacket draped over the back of her chair. The top two buttons of her white blouse undone in a futile attempt to cool off. As busy as she was, Mary's mind kept wandering during that hot afternoon...
"See you tomorrow girlfriend" Mary called to Sheila across the car park. The heat was still stifling even at 6.30pm. Mary started her car and began to think about her evening.
The house was empty when she got home. But there was nothing strange about that. Mary lived alone, ever since her husband had died suddenly 10 years ago. Not that she was particularly unhappy about her solitude, she had loved her husband greatly and still missed him a decade on, but she had surprised even herself by adjusting to living alone.
Kicking off her shoes, she made her way straight to the fridge. Pouring herself an ice cold glass of water she then slumped onto the sofa. As she sipped the cold fluid, a drop of condensation ran down the glass and dropped straight down her blouse. She shivered as the drop tracked down her lacy bra and came to rest around her nipple. She closed her eyes and automatically gently brushed the cool glass across her nipples.
Mary had had a few relationships since Carl had died, but nothing too serious. She had got used to her 'enforced' independence, and was reluctant to commit. She did however miss the intimacy of a close relationship. At 33 Mary was still a young woman and had 'needs'. This wasn't really an issue though, Mary enjoyed her own body - and she had a good imagination. She prided herself in her appearance, had a good selection of 'toys' and had recently found the joys of online porn.
Her eyes still closed, her mind wandered. Some of her favourite scenes in the films she watched featured black guys. She hadn't realised she had a thing about black men, but she found herself naturally drawn to films featuring black men and white women.
Her hand instinctively drew up her skirt and stroked her bare thigh.
The mobile phone on the side going berserk brought Mary out of her trance. Picking up the phone she saw that it was her Mum calling. Shit, she thought, there goes the moment.
It was 10pm by the time she could snuggle up with her laptop for some relief. As she lay on the bed, post shower, in her favourite blue satin night shorts and top she started searching her go to site. She then spotted a search bar she hadn't noticed before. Tentatively (like she was a young girl doing something wrong) she clicked on 'BBC' and pressed enter.
Pages and pages of clips scrolled past. Glimpses of huge black cocks flashed past her eyes, and she could already feel herself getting aroused, although in truth she had already been turned on in the shower in anticipation of playing with herself.
She randomly clicked on a film clip. She had got lucky; a muscular black guy was kissing a young woman, that didn't look unlike herself. Short blond bob hairstyle, athletic figure, shapely breasts and the same pale English rose complexion.
Mary's hand rubbed her satin shorts over her mound.
The guy was now standing in front of the woman; she looked adoringly up at him as she tugged down his baggy shorts. His semi erect cock sprung up and glanced off of her face. Without prompting, she then grabbed it and gently rolled back the heavy foreskin and sucked at the head greedily.
Mary's fingers slid under the satin and found her sex very wet. She quickly pumped two fingers into herself then pulled back onto her clit...
The guy in the clip was now holding the blonds head as he tried to get more of his now fully erect cock into her mouth. It was clear to Mary that the woman had totally submitted to the stud and would probably let him do what he wanted with her.
Mary's fingers were now steadily rubbing at her clit. With her other hand she was pulling at her breasts and rubbing her nipples.
Back on the screen the guy suddenly reached down and picked the young woman up as if she didn't weigh a thing. Mary noticed again how similar she looked to the actress - blond, cropped hair, fairly short (5' 4) and a shapely figure that most would kill for. Her breasts were full and plump. This comparison continued as the guy laid the woman over the arm of a chair. Her glorious bottom was stuck up in the air and was positively jiggling in anticipation of what was to come.
Mary nearly came when the guy suddenly bent down and buried his face between the blonds' buttocks. He clearly loved it, because he started behaving like an animal - kneading and pulling apart her cheeks. He continued to swipe his strong tongue from cunt to anus. Her bottom and his face were soon glistening with juices. She groaned (as did Mary) when he then pushed two fingers into her and then started probing her tight bud of her anus with his tongue. Mary tried desperately to imagine what this must have felt like. She had recently began to realise how sensitive her rear hole was - most of the porn she watched had shown the anus receiving at least some attention and it empowered her to experiment.
By now Mary's fingers were a blur and she knew she was building to a great orgasm. She now reached under herself with her other hand and after wetting her finger in her cunt she gently pushed against her anus. She was still glued to the screen - not wanting to miss a thing. The guy quickly stood up and rubbed his large cock up and down her crack. Mary reckoned he must have been a good 9" at least. Finally the guy positioned the head between her pussy lips. He held her hips firmly and... just waited there! The blond was going crazy - and so was Mary. At last he pushed forward forcefully - just as Mary involuntary pushed a little harder than planned and her middle finger went straight up tight hole. This started the hardest orgasm that she had in a long time. As she was riving around the bed convulsing she stole a look back at the screen. The guy was now pistoning his cock in and out of the woman with muscular force.
After a couple of minutes, Mary laid back on her bed smiling. She glanced over at the screen - the guy was still going hell for leather. The blond was in another world; Mary didn't think the woman could have stopped him if she had wanted to.
At last the guy groaned loudly and pushed himself right up to the hilt and held himself there. Mary imagined the spurts of thick cum squirting into the young woman. And sure enough, when he finally pulled himself out, the head fell clear and a torrent of cum poured out. It was like a horse has just inseminated a mare. With that wicked vision in her mind she drifted off to a blissful sleep.
"Mary, this is Martin".
Mary was engrossed in her paperwork and hadn't realised Sheila had been standing in front of her desk. She looked up, not at her colleague though, but at the tall young man who was towering above her. She tried to compose herself and got to her feet to welcome the new man. Mary held out her hand and noticed how large Martins hands were in a very one sided handshake.
"I'll leave you two to get acquainted" Sheila said with a wry smile.
After showing Martin around the department and going over the work that would be expected of him, Mary settled back down to her own work. She'd positioned Martin at the end of the room at a spare computer.
The rest of the day passed without issue, save for the fact that Martin would frequently walk over to ask Mary questions. Mary thought this was quite normal though and was happy to offer assistance (even if the sight of the young mans crotch so close to her face was a little distracting).
It was probably on the third day, when Martin was at lunch that Mary thought she'd better check through Martins work so far. Once she'd accessed the computer she was shocked at how little had been done - barely an hour or twos work she guessed. She realised she'd have to talk to him about this.
It was Sheila's day off so at least Mary wouldn't have to worry about her taking the mickey. Once Martin walked back into the office, Mary called him over. She said to bring a chair. Sitting down next to her he looked quizzically at her. She felt herself blushing and smoothed down the front of her skirt for something to do.
