My name is Karen and I have a secret I have to get off my chest. First of all a little something about myself. I'm 27 years old and someone that cares about their body a great deal. I am a white girl and I have short dyed blonde hair, and a 5'3" athletic petite frame. My tits are quite perky but just a 30C, but my ass is where I get all my compliments. I have been married for just under a year to a great guy. I am very much in love but with my husband he is in great shape but a below average lover. His equipment is adequate but doesn't really satisfy my pussy. I have been working for a large corporation for 4 years now. It's a job I need because my husband doesn't make enough to take care of me. Its quite disappointing but I have never had someone care about me so much.
My boss Dana is a very good looking black man early 30's who is very valuable to the company. He is always asking me to go on vacations with him to Atlantic City , Las Vegas or the Caman Islands. I have been in with my husband since just after high school and not available or I would have jumped at the chance to be with this great looking powerful man. If it weren't for my looks I would have been out of this job a long time ago. I don't have a great work ethic and like to spend most of my time pampering myself on long lunches.
Well it was a Wednesday morning at work.. Dana had let me slide again after being late. It was the eighth time since the New Year. I was wearing my favorite jeans that frame my tight ass and a tight top that showed of my perky tits. He kept coming by my desk and checking out my cleavage. I loved the attention; it was so much fun to flirt with him knowing he always wanted me.
My girlfriends around the office always thought I was crazy for not taking Dana up on his offers. My friend Belinda had slept with him after one of the Xmas Parties a few years back and said he was a well endowed man. Belinda emailed me just before lunch talking about the 10 inch trouser snake that Dana has. We kept sending emails back and forth, I replied to one of the emails saying I don't fuck nigga cock. What I didn't realize is that the email I replied to was Dana's. Amongst all the emailing I hadn't realized that Dana had emailed me asking me to pick up his lunch. I was so scared, I could really lose my job or some racial slur like that.
Five minutes later I was told by Dana to meet him in the conference room. I was so terrified. I would do anything to keep that job, I need it to keep the house and my car.