After Matty and I had an amicable breakup, I was single for about a year. Working at an accounting firm, I focused on my career and quickly rose up through the corporate ladder to Director of the group I had started with. There were a few management offsite excursions each year, and at the second one I attended, I met and hooked up with Steve. He was a tall Chinese-American. Funny, smart, and good looking, I was attracted to him right away.
The offsite was a three day event at a local resort. Of course, there was lots of drinking by everyone after the day's conferences and training sessions, and I found myself at a table with Steve while we slowly got drunk. We flirted openly and by 1 am, he had invited me back to his room for "a nightcap". We both knew what that meant and upon entering his room, we attacked each other lustfully. It had been a long time since I had gotten laid and the build up was intense.
To be honest, it wasn't the most satisfactory sex session. He fumbled around a lot around my body and his thin penis, which was longer than Matty's, didn't give me an orgasm. Fortunately, he was pretty good at oral sex and got me off nicely. Steve was fairly drunk and that affected his erection. He didn't cum that night but at least he had taken care of my needs.
I didn't stay the night to avoid any gossip from my co-workers and left around 3 am. From then on, we started dating and began to fall in love.
Suppressing my cuckoldress nature was difficult. I didn't want to turn him off nor did I want him to think his penis wasn't enough for me. However, thoughts of my previous black dildos and especially Malcolm's BBC would often bounce in my head while Steve fucked me. This helped me get off and enjoy our sex life.
We kept a professional relationship at work. Most of our co-workers knew about us though you couldn't tell if you didn't know.
The group I managed was growing quickly and we hired almost once a month or so. One candidate that had great qualifications and experience was a black man named Al. He immediately got my attention during the interview. I had to keep my mind focused as I wondered if he was well endowed. My desire for a big cock was a little over powering.
We hired Al after comparing him to the other candidates. Fortunately, I wasn't the only decision maker so it wasn't like I hired him for my personal benefit.
He was about 5' 10", a little shorter than Steve but was much more built. A thick, stocky frame with a welcoming smile and well trimmed goatee.
Within the first week, he had begun flirting with me, even though I was his manager. And, to my initial guilt, I flirted back. Thoughts of Malcolm's prowess would keep flooding my mind I as I did. I tried to taper those desires with thoughts of my loving boyfriend.
Soon, whenever Steve and I had sex, I would fantasize about Al. I'd envision his black cock in my mouth and pussy, being used like I did back in Aspen. My dominant nature also began to surface more with my boyfriend. It started with me asking Steve to go down on me after he came inside my pussy. At first, he was reluctant but by the third time, he was not only a pro but would ask for me to sit on his face. God, it felt good to have a man eat my cum filled sex again.
One Friday night, there was an informal happy hour at the local bar for our company. It was a pretty large turnout and since Steve was going to drive me, I drank more than usual. A small dance floor was off to the side and the DJ was playing a mix of classic rock and modern music like pop and hip hop.
Steve nor I were much of dancers so we sat at our table and watched a few co-workers let loose and dance. Al was there and had all the moves you'd find with in the black stereotype. He was impressive and moved smoothly and rhythmically to any song that played. Apparently, I was staring too long and Al made eye contact with me. He motioned for me to join him but I shook my head in rejection. Steve laughed knowing how I don't dance well and teased me to go out there. Being a bit drunk, I eventually succumbed to both my boyfriend and black co-worker's encouragement.
The dance floor was packed and I found myself very, very close to Al. I would occasionally touch his muscular arms and shoulders which started my arousal. He would also touch me and it felt like electricity running through my body when he did. He smelled manly, a mixture of sweat and cologne. At one point, I turned around during a rap song and he took it as an opportunity to grind his crotch into my butt. If it had been anyone else, I would have immediately turned back but I discretely pressed back against him. To my pleasant surprise, I could feel the beginning of an erection which aroused me even further.
I turned back as to not give my other co-workers a show though as I looked around, everyone was engaged in their own worlds. No one was watching except Steve. He had an intense look on his face. Not of anger. Not of pain. But, of arousal. I recognized that face from all the times Matty watched me with Malcolm. Could Steve be a voyeur like my previous white boyfriend? Maybe it was the drinks, but I decided to push it a little further to test it out.
I lifted my arms and clasped my hands behind Al's neck and pressed my body into him. He placed his hands on my lower back and we swayed to the music. His erection was evident and we both pressed into each other openly. My pussy was fully aroused and my thong was damp. His cock felt big. Very big. He flashed that same arrogant smirk that Malcolm had (maybe that's the "Big Dick Energy"?!) and I responded with my own smile back. We both knew that his cock was hard, and we both knew I was pressing and rubbing against it.
