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New Black Janitor”I know, Robby, but there is no other alternative. I have to close the office every night until Myer is cleared to return to work. You don’t bounce back that quickly from open heart surgery. His doctor said four-to-six weeks before he could return.” Amy tried to get her husband to understand.”I get it. I really do, Amy. I just wish there was some way to avoid you having to close the office every night. Robert was frustrated.”Me too! But right now this is what needs to be done. Besides, even if I were home right now, what would I be doing? Making your dinner, doing your laundry, and then I get to go to bed without sex.”Robert hung up.This conversation reminded Amy exactly what was wrong with their marriage. Her mom always told her she “married low.” Amy knew what she meant and lately, she was inclined to believe her. Robert Wilson. What did she see in him? He had long hair. He had muscles. He had that Fabio thing going on, but he wasn’t any good in bed, and when he was in the mood, he didn’t last long enough to be of any use. Robert. Underemployed Robert. Amy made five times as much as her slacker husband. He wanted to have a hand in her insurance company, but her dad, who signed it over to her ten years ago, would not agree. So the company and all of its assets were set into a prenuptial agreement and the couple married anyway.Smart man, Amy’s dad.Now Robert works as a manager for an electronics store. Amy had checked out of this marriage a year ago when she caught him with the neighbor’s overweight wife. Fucking Robert.As owner/operator of her own insurance agency, Amy was now forced to work until 8:00 p.m. to close the office for the night until their office manager returned from his period of convalescence. This caused Amy even more problems, giving less time to pick up after her lazy husband. After the call, Amy sat daydreaming about the last time she had had sex. It must have been over a year ago. Prior to that, she wasn’t accustomed to having no sexual intimacy. At 34 years old, Amy felt she was in the prime of her life. No c***dren, 5’8″, 125 lbs., huge, natural, full breasts, long, light brown hair. She should be having sex at least once per day, or so she thought.The problem was that she was no longer attracted to her husband. And even if she were, by the time she returned home after work, Robert would already be half asleep, and he was grumpy when he was half asleep. Amy was a smart, successful, ambitious woman, but she was often written-off as an airhead due to her incredible, beautiful face and centerfold body, which was flawless in every way, save for her over-sized breasts.Back to reality: 6:00 p.m., and she has to let the janitor in.Since most of her business was done via telephone and computer, they kept the doors to the business locked for safety reasons. Amy answered the knock at the door. A dumpy old black man with a short, white/gray afro stood before her at the door of the agency, “Hello Ma’am. Are you Mrs. Wilson?” “Yes, I am. You’re the new janitor?” Amy hardly gave him a once-over. Short, fat, and wearing an old janitor’s uniform.”Yes, Ma’am, I am. I’m new to the company, but I’m not new to cleaning!” He smiled. One of his front teeth was missing. His eyes had that permanently bloodshot look to them.”Okay, well, let me give you a quick tour of the office.” Amy let the man in and began to explain where the waste baskets were, when and where to vacuum, and other general descriptions of what needed to be done. From their first moments together, she felt as though he was staring at her when she wasn’t looking. Her short skirt and tight blouse were a little sexy for a typical office environment, but she was the owner and liked to dress sexy, just for herself. Now, she regretted it. She tried to catch him ogling her so she would have a reason to get another cleaning company. This current company always sent her the bottom of the barrel. She found the last janitor passed out in the corner of the break room, drunk out of his mind.She wanted to get this “tour” over with so she could get back to her paperwork.The janitor, Andrew Davis, had seen her kind before. He had worked for these uptight white bitches that needed a good fucking many times. Always in a hurry, never giving him the time of day, probably not getting any at home. He often felt this way about his female bosses. This time was different. He sensed something different about Amy. Something he liked. He thought she may be susceptible to his “voice.”After giving her tour, Amy returned to her office and sat down at her desk. Her office was in the rear, center of the suite, against the back wall. It had floor-to-ceiling glass walls at the front and on the sides. She rarely ever closed her door and frequently made her rounds to the salespersons’ and underwriters’ desks to make sure they were working. There was a storage room outside her office where the janitor supplies were kept. Amy busied herself with paperwork when she noticed that the new janitor, Andrew, was passing by her office to and from the storage room more often than she thought necessary. As she looked up, he stopped and stood at her doorway.”Mrs. Wilson, we’re going to need some spray polish for the furniture in the entryway.” She looked up and gave a half-hearted reply. “Thank you. I will be sure to pick some up tomorrow.” She shook her head thinking that it was going to be a long six weeks working with this lowlife.Amy thought she heard him say in a very soft voice, ‘Why don’t you wear something sexier to work when I come in from now on?’ She turned her head a little and asked, “I beg your pardon?””Hmm? Oh, don’t mind me, Ma’am. I’m just learning my way around this office. Don’t mean to disturb you.” The dumpy old black man walked off with his duster and disappeared around the corner. Amy felt a strange vibe coming from the man. She did not have much experience with black people in her life. In fact, she had very few black clients or associates, and no black friends. This Andrew character seemed harmless enough. He certainly wasn’t threatening.For the rest of the night, Amy felt horny. She wanted to leave a little early so she could go home and use her vibrator and masturbate, but couldn’t because this new janitor was in the building and she did not trust him enough to give him a key as yet.As she was processing payroll, she again got the feeling that someone was watching her. She looked up from her computer and saw Andrew standing there. This time she took a moment to examine him a little more closely. There was something odd about his proportion. He was short, probably 5′ 7″ and was overweight. His belly stood out a little and he had a double chin. He was not someone that anyone would look at twice at. He would be categorized as old and ugly by most. She moved her eyes to his legs and discovered the source of her curiosity. One of his legs was thicker than the other. She could clearly see his blue work trousers were lop-sided. She concluded that he must have some sort of deformity. When she looked up, she saw that he noticed she had been looking at him.She quickly cleared her throat and shuffled some papers. As she turned her head up from her desk, he was gone. Once again, she thought she heard a soft voice say: ‘Dress sexy for me. Open your shirt a little and let me see your body.’This time, Amy stood up and quickly moved toward the door to see if he was near it. He was not. “I must be hearing things.” Amy returned to her desk. The soft, male voice, a whisper, spoke to her several more times that evening, mostly telling her to wear something sexier tomorrow, or to wear sexy clothes at work. It began to bother her toward the end of the evening. Fortunately, 8:00 p.m. came soon enough and she was locking the door behind her and heading home.”Did you bring anything home?” Robert looked like he had just gotten up from a nap.”Uh, no. Did you cook anything for us?” She shot back.Robert turned and walked back into the kitchen. He pulled a frozen pizza out of the freezer and let it drop on the kitchen counter.She spurted out, “I’m having a salad, drama queen!” The two didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the night.Amy was now officially pissed off and frustrated. The next several days at work passed without much incident. The company was doing well, everyone was busy, and once six o’clock rolled around, the day would come to a screeching stop. Andrew, the janitor would come in, do his thing and leave. Amy would go home frustrated. The soft voices continued and Amy found herself being tempted to wear sexier clothes, despite telling herself to dress more professionally, especially around this letch of a janitor.Weekends were the worst for Amy. She had nothing to do but work and shop, so that’s exactly what she did. She would shop for clothes, work clothes mostly, then stop by the office where she would work alone for a few hours before returning home and taking a nap.When Monday finally arrived, Amy could at least look forward to not being bored any more. On Monday morning, while getting ready for work, Amy seemed to be having difficulty deciding what to wear. She was torn between a short red skirt with a white button down top or a blue dress. It was then that she noticed something peculiar happen to her. Without thinking, she removed her bra and chose a form-fitting pink blouse that she normally would never wear to work. She grabbed a white suit jacket to wear over the pink top.While at work, she continuously questioned her ridiculous choice of blouse because she had to keep the jacket on all the time or else everyone would see her light brown nipples right through the shirt, poking little bumps through the material. She had never gone braless at work before. She couldn’t figure out why she did it this time.At six o’clock, she greeted the short, sloppy little black man and locked the door behind them. “Hello Mrs. Wilson. How are you this fine evening?” He looked her up and down without the slightest reservation.She smiled a forced smile. “Hello, Andrew. I need you to deep clean the restrooms tonight. We usually do that once per week, so let’s start doing it tonight.” “Yes, Ma’am.”Andrew was blatantly staring at Amy’s chest as he listened to her instructions about cleaning the restrooms. Amy glanced at the wall-to-wall mirror in the foyer area where they were standing and saw to her horror that she was talking to Andrew without the cover of her jacket. She could see her massive breasts’ shape and her prominent nipples through her thin shirt on display in the reflection. The shirt looked painted on. Andrew was getting the show of his life. Upon her realization that she was only wearing the pink top without a bra, her nipples hardened, and her pussy became moist. She finished her instructions quickly and returned to her office. ‘Oh my God! I can’t believe I forgot to wear my jacket!’ As Amy thought about the incident, she tried to trace her actions to the point where she took her jacket off, but she couldn’t. She had no memory of taking the jacket off. This understandably bothered her.For the next hour, she stayed in her office to avoid Andrew. Then she heard, ‘Come on out and see me. Get a Diet Coke from the machine.’ Amy didn’t see Andrew anywhere. It wasn’t until she was walking down the hallway to the breakroom did Amy realize that she was actually going to the breakroom to get a Diet Coke, just as the voice suggested her to do…and she forgot to put her jacket on again.As she entered the brightly lit room, there was Andrew, wiping the counters. “Hello, Mrs. Wilson.” He stopped and watched her put her coins in the machine and retrieve her drink. She found it strangely difficult to leave the breakroom. Back in her office, she heard another voice. ‘No need to wear a bra after six o’clock, Mrs. Wilson.’ She shrugged the voice off.She tried to busy herself with paying bills until eight. Andrew was finished by 7:45, so she left then.A similar scene began to play out in the mornings. Amy would have a specific outfit planned and then select something completely different than what she originally planned to wear. Her second “choice” was always much sexier than the first. Later, she would wonder why she wore what she did to work.Amy’s sexy clothing choices were giving Andrew a private show every night during the week. She usually walked around the office parading her braless tops and low-cut dresses as she took care of her end-of-the-day responsibilities. She would see Andrew’s lustful stare, but it didn’t seem to register that she should wear more appropriate clothing.On this particular night, after Andrew had just reported for his shift, Amy took her bra off in the restroom and put her brown cotton pullover back on. As she walked back out, Andrew stopped and gawked.”My, my, you sure look beautiful today, Mrs. Wilson.” He was staring directly at her breasts without any pretense at giving her eye contact. Not only that, but he was rubbing his deformed leg. “Is everything okay, Andrew?” Amy asked the question because his movement was so awkward. “Oh, I’m better than okay, Ma’am.” He continued to rub.Not knowing what to make of Andrew’s odd behavior, Amy returned to her office. Soon after, Andrew appeared at her door.”Sorry to disturb you…when you get the chance, could you order more Windex?” He held up the gallon jug that was nearly empty, then lowered it to his side.Amy looked up at Andrew and noticed the bottle. There was something else. It was the same leg of his trousers that had caught her eye before. There was something running parallel to his left leg that ended just above the knee. It looked as if he had something wrong with his leg.Time seemed to stop as Amy continued to look at Andrew’s trousers. He stood in the doorway staring at the beautiful, busty, young woman who was now staring at him in return. He felt a warm, familiar ache in his groin right about the time when Amy realized that what she was staring at was a very, very large penis that was hanging low on the aged janitor.’What was that?’ She questioned what she saw. ‘It couldn’t be…’ She tried to refocus on the paper work she was signing but her thoughts soon returned to what she perceived to be a huge penis hanging down underneath the old man’s pants.’No…Just…there’s no way.’ She shook her head. It became an obsessive thought. She couldn’t concentrate on anything else.She finally decided she had to investigate.To determine whether what she saw was actually the fat old man’s penis, Amy devised a little plan to see more closely what it was she saw under Andrew’s pants. She noticed that there was a burnt-out bulb in one of the cubicles out on the office floor. To change it, he would have to use a short step ladder to reach it and she could walk by while he is on it and get a closer look at his pants while he was busy looking at the light fixture.”Andrew? Can you come in here please?” “Yes, Ma’am?” Andrew was, coincidentally, already carrying a small ladder that was about five-feet high. “Will you please change the light bulb in the cubicle by the wall over there?” Amy pointed.”You bet.” Andrew went to the supply closet and retrieved a bulb and then made his way to the cubicle on the far side of the office space. He climbed the five steps and stretched his arms up to unscrew the old bulb. Amy walked in his direction and pretended to be concerned. “Be careful!” She exclaimed as she stood just underneath him. Her face was about the level of his stomach and she looked down to examine his groin area from about four feet away.Andrew looked down as she stood there and was able to check out her tits and delicious nipples in her tight, sexy brown shirt from above. He also caught her staring at his crotch. He began to get erect. Amy stared in disbelief as she witnessed the long bulge in his pants, that she thought was a deformity, begin to get thicker and longer still. She could scarcely stop herself from reaching out and touching it. Her crotch was getting wet from her staring at the old, fat, black man.’Touch it.’ She heard softly from the Voice. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” She inquired.”No, Ma’am.” Andrew continued to look down at her perfect tits.Flustered, Amy went back to her office. She needed a stiff drink. Despite her efforts, Amy could not get back to work. She was slowly, yet surely becoming obsessed with the thought of this ugly little man’s dick and she knew she would need to masturbate if she couldn’t control her thoughts. It was seven o’clock and she was ready to go home. One more hour.She managed to stay out of Andrew’s way for the rest of the night and finally made it home. Robert was already asleep and didn’t want to be awakened. Amy went to bed early, but had difficulty getting to sleep that night. She dozed off thinking about the expanding pant leg and what was beneath it. In the morning, Amy awoke focused on her wardrobe selection. She picked out one of the tops she bought last weekend when she went shopping. It was a beige top that was low-cut and sheer. She needed to wear a special, decorative, full bra with it because it was so transparent. She looked in the mirror.’I can’t wear this. It’s too over-the-top.’ She looked at her blouse to determine if it matched her white skirt, turned around a few times, grabbed a suit jacket and left.Once again, Amy questioned her wardrobe choice several times during the day. She wore her jacket the entire time out of embarrassment. At 5:30 pm, she said her good-byes to her employees and sat behind her desk trying to appear busy. Her skirt was one of her shorter ones, white with a small slit up the back. She was also wearing zebra-patterned thong underwear. Now she sat behind her desk waiting. If anyone else could have seen the situation it would appear bizarre. A gorgeous, sexy woman in a see-through top anxiously awaiting the arrival of a sixty-something-year-old, fat, black man.Amy didn’t realize the extent to which she was being influenced by the soft voice she heard every day telling her what to wear. She became so accustomed to it that she rarely internet casino took notice of it until after she acted in accordance with its request. She assumed it was just her mind playing tricks on her.At six o’clock, Andrew knocked on the door.Amy jumped up and checked herself in the mirror she had on the back office wall. She was excited, but did not admit to herself as to why. She unlocked the door and opened it wide for Andrew. She left the jacket hanging in her office.”Hello Mrs. Wilson. You are looking fine today!” Andrew carried his supply cart over the threshold and set it down inside. He stood in the foyer and stared her up and down. Amy smiled and turned on her heel. She put a little extra sway in her hips as she returned to her office. She said nothing to him, but he could tell she was somehow different today, sexier, for sure.”I will go ahead and start in the bathrooms now, Mrs. Wilson.” He propped open both the men’s and women’s room doors and began cleaning in the men’s room.Amy sat back down at her desk and closed her eyes as if to clear her thoughts. She was experiencing feelings of intense physical arousal. ‘What has gotten into me? Why am I so damned horny?’ Amy slid her hands up her skirt and removed her panties. She became excited at her bold act. She had never been panty-less in her office before.”That’s better.” She opened a document she was working on and began editing it. Soon, her hand slipped between her legs and began fingering her wet pussy, causing her to stop her work. She spread her legs wide, closed her eyes, and imagined a big, black cock penetrating her as she sat with her legs spread in her chair. Her fingers were wet and hot, coated and slippery. Just then she heard the voice again: ‘Why don’t you take your bra off too?’Amy opened her eyes and noticed Andrew was at her door. She straightened up in her chair-hoping he didn’t realize what she was doing.”May I help you, Andrew?” She asked nervously.”We are out of urinal cakes for the men’s urinals, Mrs. Wilson.” “Okay, Andrew. I will look for some in a moment.” Amy waited for the odd man to leave and then got up to search the supply closet for the supplies. She adjusted her skirt that had climbed up her legs to just above her thigh.’Here they are.’ She said to herself. She shut the closet door and went to find Andrew.The men’s room door was propped wide open so Andrew could better clean the floors. Amy walked near the entrance and peeked around the corner. She saw that Andrew was busy using a urinal and apparently didn’t hear her approach the restroom. She moved back and leaned her back against the wall. She wanted to look. She knew she shouldn’t. She briefly tried to convince herself that it’s better to just guess about his penis, than to spy. She decided to spy.As she peered around the wall of the men’s room, Amy was careful to stay on the carpet in the entry area and not walk on the tile where the restroom began which would have alerted Andrew to her presence. She saw that he was having a difficult time peeing. Andrew shook his head. He had been nearly semi-erect ever since he started working for Amy, and after seeing her in her slutty outfits, he was nearly fully hard every day, at least for a good part of his shift. This presented serious problems for him when he urinated. He was forced to stand back from the urinal and aim in an arch to hit the the target.Amy watched as Andrew held his dick in the narrow stall of the urinal. She couldn’t see his cock yet, but she could tell exactly what he was doing. Just then he backed away from the urinal still holding his penis and she saw it, part of it anyway.The little old man held a thick, firehose of a black cock. Both hands were grabbing it and aiming at the urinal. Her pussy began leaking as she stared at Andrew’s thick piece of meat. She couldn’t see the head, but she was mystified by the shaft as it slightly curved downward in an arch. She quietly backed away from the entrance in an effort to not get caught, and hurried back to the safety of her office. Trying to catch her breath and calm herself down, she thought, ‘My God, he’s hung like a horse!’The black image was seared into her mind.She could hear Andrew beginning to whistle a silly tune as he cleaned the restroom down the hall. She used this time to remove her bra. Without her bra, the beige top had a different look to it. The see-through fabric clung to her heavy, shapely breasts rather than showing cleavage, as was the case when she was wearing the push-up bra that was under it.Amy decided to busy herself straightening desks in the hope of catching Andrew’s eye. She wanted to tease him, to get a glimpse of his bulge, hopefully erect, under his pants. She was at a salesperson’s desk across from the restroom where Andrew was working. She was stacking folders and shuffling papers. Andrew came out with a bucket filled with bottles and stopped in his tracks the moment he saw Amy. There she was, only twenty feet away; bending down, twisting, moving papers about. Her amazing tits hanging freely under the sheer garment, swaying back and forth with her movement. Every time she bent over a bit, he could see her full breasts, including her nipples. “Lord almighty!” He said quietly.He stood there watching, frozen.Amy was able to see Andrew from the corner of her eye. She was giving him a show and it was making her sopping wet. She sensed that he simply stopped outside the restroom and was staring right at her. She was right. She purposely stood up and straightened her body out. Andrew could see every inch of her breasts under her see-through shirt. Amy realized this and fought the instinct to turn away. Preferring instead to give him an eye full. Andrew felt his cock grow to a full erection. He stood in awe of Amy’s perfect body. He struggled with the urge to stroke himself. He set the bucket down, freed his right hand and began to rub his aching dick through his trousers. He didn’t care if she was watching him or not. Not wanting to go further than teasing, Amy retreated to her office. She closed the door, sat behind her desk and began rubbing her clit.Her masturbation began with small, fast circles around her clitoris. Her eyes closed, her legs spread, she rubbed until she felt her body begin the familiar vibrating sensation of her first orgasm.She was louder than she wanted to be, but her passion got the better of her.With the image of seeing more than half of the ugly little man’s giant snake, she inserted three fingers into her pussy and began fucking herself with her right hand. Her left was slowly massaging her clit as she fucked herself.Another orgasm, then another. She had to stop herself from a fourth. She didn’t want to risk it.As she composed herself and adjusted her skirt under the desk, she turned her computer on to take her mind off Andrew and his penis.Andrew was watching Amy did just outside of her office. He was in clear sight of her upper body as she played with herself, but she did not show any signs that she knew he was there. Amy spent the rest of the evening in her office, afraid what she might do if she were to venture out. She let Andrew out at a little after eight, then went home.Robert was at home when she arrived.”You wore that to work?” Robert opened the door before Amy could grab the handle.”What?” Amy looked down at her blouse. You could plainly see her stylish bra (she had put it back on before she left the office) under it. As she was faced with Robert’s perspective, it became apparent that she hasn’t been in her right mind where clothing was concerned these past several days. She paused to briefly wonder why she was changing her attitude about her clothing.”You look like a slut!” Her husband’s words cut her to the bone. They also caused her to have goosebumps. That’s exactly what she was trying to achieve, but didn’t know why. She was, for some unexplained reason, trying to dress like a slut. But this is not something that Robert should have said, nor was her dressing like a slut any of his business in her mind.”You need to leave. We’re done.” Amy pushed past her husband furiously.”Who is it, Amy? Who have you been seeing?” Robert was following Amy into the house. “Robert, there is no one. You have wasted enough of my time. Get out and wait to hear from my lawyer.” The two argued for several minutes before Robert threw some personal items into a bag and made for the door.”I’ll be back to get more of my shit when you’re at work, or wherever it is you go.” He slammed the door and left in his car.Amy locked the door, took off her clothes and took a long, hot shower. She wasn’t sad or upset, far from it. She felt relieved that she finally had the guts to throw him out. Aloud in the shower, she said, “What a waste of time he was!”As she lay in bed attempting to sleep, she thought about what has been happening in her life. She was able to trace her change in attitude, in particular about her clothing, to when Andrew began working for her. What was it about that man that caused her to be attracted to him? It wasn’t rational or even explicable, but there it was. She was attracted to that old black man. How in God’s good name could she be attracted to that…that…creature? He was short, fat, old, black, messy, and nearly toothless. Could it all be about his penis?Amy figured it could be, at least partially, due to his enormous penis size. That and the fact that she knew she could have complete control over him, without being disappointed, or having to worry about him cheating. There was no pressure. No matter what did, or didn’t happen. It was a beauty and the b**st attraction. Amy wore a short, dark blue, cotton skirt to work the next day with blue pumps. She had a new, white, tank top on that she would be embarrassed to wear anywhere other than, perhaps, to bed. She had a sweatshirt jacket over it. It was casual day and she planned to dress comfortably.She was still feeling empowered by kicking Robert out, so she began the divorce proceedings by calling a lawyer at lunch.She wasn’t bluffing. She and Robert were done.Her workday went by smoothly and by six o’clock, she was ready for some excitement. Amy had developed a six o’clock ritual of using the restroom, freshening up her make-up, and checking herself out in the mirror. Today she added taking off her bra and panties.Her preparation was having the effect of making her into an exhibitionist at work. She discovered she loved to show her body off to such a loathsome man. His response was so immediate. It all seemed so wrong, so naughty. It made her wet just thinking of showing her body to him.At five before six, she heard his familiar knock. She was all but running to let him in.”Good evening, Mrs. Wilson. You look more beautiful every night!” Andrew stopped inside the doorway for his regular stare at Amy’s body. Amy stood still as he ran his eyes over her body. Enjoying every moment of attention. “Hello, Andrew. How are you tonight?” She asked as she slowly walked back to her office. “I’m fine, Mrs. Wilson, just fine.” Andrew walked behind her watching the wiggle of her ass, taking note that she is either wearing a thong, or nothing at all.’She is very receptive to the voice.’ He thought. He made a mental note to work on it again tonight.Amy walked Andrew through a few of the rooms of the office telling him about some of the jobs he will need to accomplish tonight. She always had specific jobs for him to do on Friday to prepare for the office being empty on the weekend.Andrew could not take his eyes off of Amy and she knew it. She paraded her body around in full view of his sexual stares. Her nipples, hard and erect, stuck out sensually from her thin, cotton tank top. Her breasts hung down slightly within the translucent white fabric, revealing their shape and form. Her curvaceous ass was barely held in place by her skirt. Andrew was hard by the time she finished her walk around the office. Amy had a difficult time concentrating on anything other than the giant piece of meat that was growing under his work pants. She watched it as he rubbed it when he thought she wasn’t looking. She noticed how it was filling up more of his trouser leg as she continued to move her body for him. She sensed he was stroking it through his clothes when her back was turned.After her show, she returned to her office to touch herself, as was her habit these past few days.Her door was open today as she just got settled in and forgot to close it. It was at that moment that she heard the voice.’You are looking hot tonight, Mrs. Wilson. Don’t hide in your office too long, I want to look at you.’Amy’s pussy seemed to gush when she heard it this time.As if responding directly to the voice, Amy decided to deliver various signed paperwork and memos to the sales desks, rather than wait until the next work day. She was mostly doing it just to be seen. Actually, she didn’t quite know why she was walking around, other than it made her feel sexy.As she was headed back toward her office, she felt eyes upon her. She turned to find Andrew looking at her as she moved about. He was grabbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. She was incredibly turned on.Amy heard another soft voice: ‘Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the break room?’ she looked up anxiously, not knowing what to do next. She stared at Andrew’s enormous bulge that he was rubbing flagrantly, licked her lips and sauntered off to the break room. Again, she wasn’t sure if she was hearing things or if Andrew was whispering in some special way that allowed him to be heard from thirty feet away. Whatever it was, that soft voice caused sexual arousal within her, every time she heard it.Down at the end of a well-lit hallway was the employee breakroom. It was a large room that had a full-length mirror that covered the entire back wall, a refrigerator, microwave, kitchen table and chairs, and a couch with a love seat and a coffee table. It was a nice space that she decorated herself.Amy turned on the lights and went in. She began sorting through the newspapers and magazines on one of the coffee tables just to look busy. She had a suspicion that Andrew would follow her in here, so she faced the mirror with her back to the door and sat on a chair next to the kitchen table waiting to see him in the mirror’s reflection. She sat with her legs spread fairly wide apart and her skirt hiked up as she straightened a pile of magazines on the nearby table. She was still without her panties.Andrew approached the break room with a raging hard on. He stood in the door way and saw Amy seated and facing the mirror as her legs were spread apart. He could see her shaved pussy. His eyes met hers through the reflection in the mirror. He stopped suddenly, then realized that she had a lustful look about her. Her gaze moved down to his delicious bulge. Andrew knew the timing was right to show her more. His hands unzipped his fly and unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His pants slowly slid down to his mid-thighs. He felt hot. He struggled trying to take out his long, black pole.Amy could see Andrew’s entire lower body. She ignored his short, squat, old frame. She forgave his lacking physique and white hair. His magnificent cock more than made up for all of his other shortcomings. Her heart raced in her chest as she sat staring at his reflection in the mirror. She watched as his pants dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. His beautiful, long and thick black penis was fully exposed. She was powerless to do anything other than watch. Her lust kept her legs spread apart and her eyes fixed upon the resplendent black member. She had waited so very long to see his cock. She longed for it, dreamed about it, craved it. He looked like some sort of mythological creature. His phallus out of proportion to the rest of his body. He looked like a fertility god in her eyes. Andrew lifted his cock and began stroking it, shaking it, extending it outward in Amy’s direction. He looked right at her as he slowly stroked his rock hard dick. Amy pulled her skirt up so that it was gathered around her thin waist, then reached down and used her fingers to rub her pussy. Her wetness was seeping onto the chair. Her eyes were transfixed upon the long, thick cock. Her rubbing was deep and purposeful. She moved her hand in small, circular motions. She felt as though volts of electricity were surging through her veins.Andrew was now using both hands to stroke his cock. He felt as though his body was weightless. The buildup was intoxicating and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.The two continued to watch each other through the reflection as they masturbated. The room was silent save for the panting and soft moaning. Amy wanted that immense penis inside her. All she wanted to do was suck it, cradle it in her hands, hug it, squeeze it. She couldn’t control herself any longer and began to shake and shudder as a tremendous climax began to vibrate through her.”Oh…oh…nnn…oh! Fuck!”Amy came. Hard.She was panting. Still staring at the old man jacking off in the mirror. Still rubbing her pussy. Andrew lifted the cock higher and exposed his heavy, lopsided balls. One hand scooped them up and let them fall back in place. She saw that they were hanging down at several inches from the base of his erection. “Ah…ah…ahhhhh!” Amy had another gushing, steamy orgasm. Still staring at Andrew…then another. Her body was on fire. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body. She had to remove her hand from her crotch and hold on to her chair. She felt as though she were spinning.”What the fuck?” She asked herself aloud. In that instant she thought about why she was so turned on. Was it the lack of sex in her life? The sexy clothes? The huge dick? The fact that the huge dick was on such an unappealing old black man, whom she would had never looked twice at were it not for what he was packing between his legs? Then there was that fucking voice in her head. Giving her commands. Sexy fucking commands. ‘Was that Andrew’s or mine?’ She thought. canlı poker oyna Andrew was stroking with greater speed and force. His strokes were causing his balls to swing obscenely and make slapping noises against his leg and his hand as his speed increased.Amy spread her legs wide in front of the mirror. Andrew could see her glistening pussy lips shiny from her cum. Amy was slowly working her clit with her middle finger approaching yet another climax. Andrew stared at the beautiful woman masturbating but thirty feet away and groaned. He had never felt so turned on while jacking off. He could feel the hot cum boiling up from his balls. His cock swelled, his pumping became urgent…he suddenly spat a stream of hot semen up into the air a distance of a good two feet. The heavy, fragrant semen spattered on the tile floor. He stood with his hands at his side taking deep breaths. His cock was no longer turgid, but still engorged and hanging profanely down in a way that only a truly well-hung cock could do. After he had rested a moment, he whipped his cock downward and shook off the last remaining pearl of cum onto the floor. He then quietly tucked his monster back between his legs and zipped himself up.He bent over and wiped the cum from the floor and walked back down the hallway. Amy had one last orgasm, thinking about the whole perverse scenario that just played out in the mirror right before her eyes. She was surprised as to how hard she came and that she had so few inhibitions with this strange, old black man.She walked back to her office where she put her panties and bra back on. Andrew resumed his absent-minded whistling and was now cleaning the women’s room. The two worked for another 30 minutes before Andrew was finished. He said good night and left. Amy locked up and sat alone in her car for a few minutes. Her head slumped down, she felt some shame at having become sexual with an employee, a janitor of all people. But she also felt incredibly turned on.Invigorated.She soon discovered that her sexual feelings for this man far overshadowed her feelings of guilt or shame.She found herself wanting more of him.Amy had a quick dinner and shower. Robert called apologizing for his crude remarks, but the reality was that there was nothing that he could do or say that would change her mind about him.She wanted to have sex, she needed to be fucked, but not by Robert.Yet, she fell asleep frustrated, and insecure about her next move. It was the weekend and that meant she had little-to-nothing to do. Saturday and Sunday seemed to drag on. She caught up on her sleep, did some shopping, had a pedicure and a manicure. On Sunday, she saw a movie with a friend. Amy had difficulty sleeping on Sunday night. She began to think about what it would be like to fuck Andrew. She also noticed something strange about her attraction to him. She seemed to enjoy the fact that he was so…undesirable. Was she developing a fetish for ugly, slovenly men? She masturbated to the familiar thought of sucking Andrew’s cock but had a particularly strong orgasm when she thought about sucking his nipples and kissing his beer belly while using one hand to massage his enormous balls. Amy was happy it was finally Monday. She wore a short black skirt with a thin, tight, white V-neck blouse to work. She wanted to be as accessible as possible to the old man who had somehow penetrated her nearly every waking thought. She brought a black sweater to cover her sexy shirt while her regular employees were there.Thirteen out of fifteen of Amy’s employees were women. Two men worked on the road, servicing customers and selling insurance. The environment was very feminine, and not very sexual. Most of her employees respected Amy and would rarely say anything about her appearance, aside from a comment about liking her shoes every now and then. A few were talking amongst themselves about how she seemed to be wearing more revealing clothes and wondered what could be going on with her at home. No one suspected Andrew the janitor, mostly because no one knew of him.The end of the work day could not have come soon enough. She had been horny the entire day and now she looked forward to the opportunity to see Andrew and masturbate. Amy hurried her 9 to 5 employees out of the office and prepared herself for Andrew.She took her panties off in her office and removed her bra, leaving her breasts to hang unfettered under her tight blouse. Amy’s large, dark nipples were typically sensitive, but even more so today, for some reason, and they stuck out from her blouse, aching for attention.She had to wipe her pussy with a tissue, she was so wet.At six o’clock, Andrew knocked on the door. ‘Damn. Will you look at that?’ He thought as Amy walked up, her breasts bouncing and jiggling.Her smile was wide.He felt his dick start to grow. “Hello, Mrs. Wilson.””Hi, Andrew! And please call me Amy.” She smiled.”Do you have anything that needs special attention this evening, Mrs…uh, Amy?””As a matter of fact, I do. The top of the cupboards and shelves need to be dusted.” Amy pointed to the several shelving units and cupboards that were mounted on the walls of the office. Andrew was having a tough time maintaining eye contact as she was explaining the job. Amy noticed that he was mostly looking at her tits, which made her wet. Andrew noticed she was alternating her attention between the shelves and his crotch. She didn’t seem to care if he noticed.As Andrew was assembling his supplies, Amy returned to her office. She could easily see Andrew through the glass walls and began fingering herself as she pretended to read a document on her desk. Andrew stood on a ladder and began wiping and washing the shelves. He began on the units closest to Amy’s office. He was turned sideways on the ladder so Amy could get a good view of his growing bulge. Amy didn’t want to see the bulge anymore. She wanted the real thing. She openly stared at his crotch wondering what she could do to move this inevitable fucking along. Although Amy was the owner and operator of her own business, she was sexually, a submissive. She loved to be told what to do in the bedroom. Robert hadn’t caught on to this aspect of her personality, which could partly explain why she was getting a divorce. Andrew had had enough teasing. He wanted to start getting off at work. He had been saving himself by not jacking off at home, and yesterday proved that it was worth it. He had never cum that hard in all his life and he wanted more. He was afraid to be too forceful and lose his job, but he needed more.He decided to take a chance. She was staring at his dick every day. Maybe he should show it off more.He started showing more by unzipping the zipper of his trousers.Amy was watching Andrew dust and wash the cabinets. His groin was elevated and stuck out as he stood on the ladder.Her fingers swirled and poked her pussy as she watched him unzip his pants. ‘Oh my God.’ She thought. ‘He’s doing it.’ Amy was hoping beyond hope that he would take it out while he was cleaning and he did.Andrew felt funny pulling his cock out at work and letting it hang out from his zipper, but once he had it out, he could actually watch it grow, a little at a time, to its fully erect state. It was a turn on being on display like that. He never in his life felt desirable and sexy. Amy made him feel this way.Amy looked through her window, just twenty feet away at the crazy scene playing out right before in the middle of the office. Andrew’s cock was no longer dangling between his legs; it was hard. In its hard state it jutted out from his body and pointed down slightly from the sheer weight of it. He stood there on his ladder looking at it. She wanted that cock. She wanted it to stretch her mouth, her pussy, even her ass. She wanted to go wild on him, give her body to him as a gift, and so much more.Amy had an orgasm watching Andrew’s cock hang in mid-air like it was. She was fully aroused again only moments after.Andrew began jacking off.’Why don’t you come out here and suck on my dick.’ It was the voice. It shook Amy to her core. She came again simply from listening to it, and for what it asked her to do.Feeling as though she was being mildly shocked with electricity, she stood up and moved toward the door of her office.She was in a conscious sort of sexual trance. Her pussy was leaking her wetness down her leg. She was through the doorway and only about ten feet from his glorious, thick, black appendage. ‘That’s right, Amy. Step right up…’Amy walked closer. She was now within arm’s reach.She looked into Andrew’s red eyes and watched his smile peel back away from his teeth, exposing his missing front tooth.Amy felt the flesh of his giant penis in her right hand. It was the first time she had ever touched a black cock and she was now about to suck it.She grabbed it and squeezed it tight. She shook it and bounced it to test how much it weighed. It was heavy and dense. She had held nothing like it in her hand before.Amy stroked it a few times as she noticed that it was situated immediately in front of her mouth. Fluid leaked from the tip; it smelled of sex.She opened her mouth and worked the head between her jaws. Her eyes closed and she moaned loudly, like someone who hungered for food or thirsted for water. Her saliva was collecting in her mouth and coated the bulbous head. Her tongue twisted around it.It tasted salty, and delicious.She continued moaning as she slid the head in and out, not trying to move the anaconda any further into her throat. All she wanted was to feel Andrew’s cock in her mouth.She pulled the cock out and smashed it against her lips, gently bit down on his head. She wanted to feel it, she wanted to rub it all over her body.She stroked him with both hands as she repeatedly pulled her mouth off, then pushed it back in.Sloppy, nasty, sexy sounds were coming from her as she started sucking his dick to coax the hot semen from his balls. Andrew could barely contain his excitement. He wanted to cum the second she grabbed his dick. She just walked up and started stroking it, like it was hers to stroke. She was sucking on it like she was starved for it.She removed his cock from her mouth with a loud “smack,” then lifted the heavy member up and started licking his balls. She had never licked a man’s balls before. She thought them to be gross and completely utilitarian. Andrew’s deserved to be licked, sucked on, and fondled. His were extraordinary.She refocused her attention onto his thick, hard shaft and began licking and kissing it. After the first two minutes of working on Andrew, her lips, mouth, and tongue had been over every inch of his cock and balls. He was shiny with her saliva. Andrew gripped the door of the cabinet with his left hand to steady himself. He was still standing on the ladder. Amy was standing up directly in front of him sucking his massive cock. Amy was going wild with lust. She couldn’t play with herself because his cock required too much attention. She had both hands on his shaft stoking it as her mouth repeatedly swallowed as much as she could fit down her throat, which was a good six inches. Andrew watched from above. His balls swinging and slapping against her chin, her breasts shaking as her body moved back-and-forth servicing him, her hands were so good at stroking him that they were creating the illusion that he was somehow penetrating her.She was relentless in her approach to working his black cock. Her beautiful, model-like features were slick with saliva, pre-cum and perspiration. She sucked and stroked tirelessly as he stood on his ladder, letting her go wild on him. He thought about what it would be like to fuck her, and he wondered if he ever would. Amy was not the kind of woman you made assumptions about. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so hot, that he felt intimidated by her. This feeling would soon fade, although he didn’t know it at the time. Andrew’s arousal was steady and sure. It always took him a little while to cum, but with a woman like Amy, it took him no time at all. After about twenty minutes of her tireless work on his dick, he felt the beginnings of his climax.”I’m cumming, Mrs. Wilson.” He wasn’t sure if she had heard him as she was making so much noise sucking his cock. “Cumming!”Amy stroked his cock with force, yanking, using her pushing and pulling to bring all his semen up and into her mouth.The explosion was more than she hoped for. His penis pulsed with cum. Squirting and pouring into her hungry and willing mouth.Amy had never swallowed before, although she tasted Robert’s semen to see what it was like. She had already made up her mind that she was going to swallow Andrew’s seed, and so she did. All of it. She was sucking it from his cock as if she thirsted for it. No hesitation, no pause to taste it, or to hold it in her mouth, she wanted to consume it. Andrew moved her hands away toward the end to tug the last drop out of his dick and into her mouth.”Mrs. Wilson, that was beyond my wildest dreams.” Andrew shook his head and began to climb down the ladder.”Please call me Amy.” She responded with an awkward smile.”Well, Amy, you can do that to me anytime you want. You just let me know, and I’ll be there!” Amy laughed, “I’m sure you will.” “I’ll get back to work now, Mrs. Wilson.” Andrew nodded his head slightly as he said, “Thank you!”Andrew alleviated much of what would have been an uncomfortable aftermath by getting right back to work. He needed the job and didn’t want Amy to get rid of him in some act of regret.Amy went to the restroom to wash her face, which was sticky from her sloppy blow job and then returned to her office.Andrew was cleaning another section of cabinets as she began to play with herself. She nearly had an orgasm-without so much as touching herself-while sucking on him earlier, in fact, she felt as though she had a mental, rather than physical, orgasm as she serviced his giant tool.Now as she touched herself, she climaxed in a matter of seconds. She was instantly out of breath and thought of the feel of having that mammoth cock in her mouth and climaxed a second time.After her second climax, she needed a rest. She was unaccustomed to being aroused to the degree that she was. Prior to Andrew, Amy had a fairly normal sex life. At least, as normal as a woman who looked like her could have. She was used to men ogling her, flirting with her, going out of their way to say “hello.” She was always suspicious of their intentions, as well she should be. Her feelings toward Andrew were different. She knew he didn’t have any expectations. She felt he realized that his physical appearance was a deal-breaker for most of the population, and that the size of his penis would only sweeten the deal for those women that had a size fetish. Amy was only beginning to understand that she was one of those women.She decided to leave thirty minutes early tonight and insisted Andrew go home as well. She was too preoccupied with what happened, and what she wanted to see happen in the future to get anything done. Amy took a detour from her normal way home and drove down Commerce Street, where most of the industrial offices and warehouses were. She remembered seeing adult novelty stores once when she had to pick up some floor mats for the office.She drove down a couple of miles, spotted two adult stores, did a U-turn and entered the one that looked safest.She wore her jacket and covered herself up as best she could as she walked into the store. She was immediately taken back by the small of bleach and the bright lighting of the large store. She looked nervously over to the cashier and found to her relief that it was a woman. She was further relieved to notice a male and female couple and what she assumed was a lesbian couple. She was now much more relaxed than she had been when she first walked in.Amy walked past aisle after aisle of pornographic DVDs, bachelorette party gag gifts, sex games, sexy clothes, oils and gels until she finally found what she was looking for: dildos.Although Robert’s penis was a good seven inches long, and she was not built as “tight” as some women according to a lover she had in college, she realized that to comfortably have sex with Andrew would require a little preparation. She wouldn’t enjoy herself if she just forced him in without any practice. That could prove too painful. She needed some warm up, some pre-conditioning. She wanted her first time with him to be amazing, even if it happened at the office.Looking at the dozens (seemed more like hundreds) of dildos, she realized it wouldn’t be easy. Most were about six inches long. Some were smaller. A wide variety of colors and shapes, there didn’t seem to be any that were Andrew’s size. A few began to appear hanging high on the rack. A ten-inch purple one, a couple twelve inch white and tan life-like dildos looked good. She almost selected one of these, but she decided hers needed to be black. Finally, one that was close- a twelve-inch, fat black dildo. That will do.After selecting her dildo, Amy asked her friend, Julia, who was also her divorce attorney, to join her for dinner. They spoke about Robert and the divorce, but Amy did not mention Andrew. There was no way she could mention him to anyone else. If she did, she would most likely be seen as some sort of deviant, although she didn’t feel that way. Regardless, it would be too difficult to explain the attraction to a sixty-five-year-old fat, nearly toothless old black man. Amy couldn’t wait to get home to try out her new toy.She made everything perfect. She took a shower, pulled the bedding back, selected a couple different types of oil for lubrication. She had on a skimpy T-shirt, but no panties. On her first try, she had a difficult time fitting it in. She had to wait while her vaginal walls expanded. It took some getting used to. She decided that the best thing to do that would provide the greatest benefit with the least amount of discomfort would be to insert it all the way in, and then just let it stay inside her for several minutes before she withdrew it and repeated. canlı bahis After working it in and out of her pussy a few times, she realized that it would take some time before she would be ready to accept Andrew. She decided she would need to do this nightly for several nights in order to enjoy it at all. The next day, found Amy walking funny. She felt like she had worked out a part of her body that she had never worked before. She wore a pantsuit with a suit jacket, but underneath, she wore only a bra. Throughout the day it appeared as though Amy had a shirt on under the jacket, when in reality, she did not. Andrew arrived twenty minutes early (bless his heart!) and Amy had to wait for the rest of her employees to leave before she could take her jacket off and parade her breasts around the office in her push-up bra.Amy locked out the last daytime employee. She could finally be herself around Andrew.”I’m loving that bra, Mrs. Wilson.” Andrew’s ogling gave Amy weak knees.”Please call me…” She decided to give up on having him call her by her first name. It just wasn’t happening.Just then, the voice: ‘I would love for you to suck my cock again, Mrs. Wilson.’ Andrew had just walked away when she heard it. Amy felt an emptiness within her. She became hungry and longed to feel his giant member. She needed it.Without saying a word, she walked to the breakroom, took a cushion off the couch and kneeled in front of the love seat.Andrew could tell just by looking at her that she had heard the voice. Besides, after how she reacted to his dick yesterday, he knew she would want more. He walked into the breakroom to the sight of Amy on her knees waiting for him to sit on the love seat.Amy watched as Andrew entered the room. Smiled, then removed his work shoes, pants and underwear. He allowed his semi-erect dick to dangle in front of her before he sat down. Amy took his cock and began to kiss every inch of it. Some kisses using her tongue, some with just her lips. She ran her mouth all over it.She found it satisfying to hold it against her face and head and rub it over her nose and closed eyes. All of this attention caused Andrew to become incredibly hard.Amy tugged on his thick muscle and began to suck on the b**st before her. Her mouth stretched to its limit, her eyes watering from the presence of the dick in her throat, she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep this effort up for long.Instead of a proper blow job (her jaws and lips were too sore from yesterday) she had to jack him off. To help him ejaculate, she laid his cock aside for a moment and lifted each of her breasts out of their cups exposing them to Andrew. “Oh, Mrs. Wilson, those are amazing! You are the most beautiful, sexy woman on God’s earth!”Amy just stared directly into his eyes and jacked him off slowly.Looking at Amy’s bare tits was too much. Andrew’s penis began to erupt and sputter gobs of semen, not as much as yesterday, but Amy was right there sucking it up through his cock like it was a giant straw. This time, she was able to taste it and relish the sweet, rich flavor.It was warm. It was smooth.It was hers. Later that night, Amy again practiced expanding her pussy for Andrew. She inserted it as far as it would go, which was nearly all the way in, and let it rest there. After about fifteen minutes of keeping the dildo inside her as she watched TV, she began to get horny. She gripped the bottom of the plastic black cock and began rhythmically pumping herself with it. In a matter of a dozen strokes, she began to feel her climax start to vibrate through her body. She came so much, she saturated the towel she was on as she rocked and rolled through three orgasms.After cleaning up, she went to bed early. Amy woke in excellent spirits. She felt physically vibrant and healthy. There was no soreness or feeling as though she worked out last night using the dildo. She felt she could be ready to fuck Andrew by tomorrow. She needed to fuck Andrew as soon as she could. She tried something different that morning. She wore a black skirt and a burgundy top, and brought one of her new see-through blouses with her to change into after Andrew arrived.After an uneventful day, Andrew was finally in the office, the doors locked and the two were now happily going about their business together. Amy gave him a couple of projects that needed to get done first.She was watching Andrew from her office. Amy wanted him again.Andrew could see her staring at him. After yesterday, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was fucking her as part of his evening duties. He had lucked upon a gorgeous, submissive white woman who responded to his old voice trick and he planned to do his part to convert her to be his own girlfriend. He just needed a transition, a segue. He knew that something too overt could put her on the defensive, or cause her to become frightened. He could also tell that she was into him. The clothes she wore every day, the blow jobs, the staring, all proved that. Today, he could see tits through the material of her shirt pretty easily, and he suspected she didn’t have any panties on.Amy walked out of her office and stood by Andrew, who was on his step ladder. “How’s it coming along?” She asked staring straight at his crotch.”Oh, pretty good. Shouldn’t take me too long.” He smiled looking down.Andrew had finished the last project and was about to start his regular cleaning duties. Amy was back in her office on the computer reading an interracial story online and using her left hand to rub her clit.Amy heard the familiar, faint voice, ‘Why don’t you wait for me in the lady’s room.’She looked up from her computer quickly and saw Andrew was near her door.Without saying a word, she got up and walked into the women’s restroom. Andrew hadn’t begun cleaning it yet. He saw her enter the restroom and remained outside her office. She left the door wedged open.It was a good thing Amy went when she did, as she was dripping wet. Her pussy was crying for attention and needed relief.She entered a stall, pulled up her short skirt, sat down and peed. After she finished she sat on the commode and began playing with herself. She didn’t care if Andrew heard her soft moans, or entered because the door was wide open. After a few minutes, she heard Andrew’s steps enter the restroom. Amy’s heart was thumping loudly in her chest, her breaths were short and fast. ‘Oh my God!’ She knew he saw her enter the room. She also knew why he was there. He was there to fuck her. Amy unlocked the stall door. Her hands trembling. She could hear his feet scuffling toward her stall. He pushed the door open and stood before her.Amy looked up at the stout man and swallowed. She was feeling a mixture of adoration and sexual excitement. In that brief moment she realized that this sexual thrill was as powerful a rush as she had ever had. Andrew looked down at her. “I think it’s time.” He had a deeply sexual look on his face. He reached his hands down and unzipped his zipper, pushed his pants down to his ankles and let the rigid blacksnake spring out of its lair presenting itself to Amy.Amy found herself staring at her new, best friend; the biggest, most impressive cock she had ever seen. It was a giant muscle of a thing. Big, fat, covered in small and large veins how long and fat it was she just couldn’t tell. The prodigious appendage stood out away from Andrew’s body and angled downward slightly, due to its sheer weight. The swollen, throbbing head was about four inches from her mouth. The dark black shaft was a little thicker than the enormous head and curved down slightly. His balls were set low and looked heavy. She looked up at Andrew’s wide-set eyes, then back down to the cock. He said, “It’s time to get me hard.” Then he grabbed his shaft and slowly moved toward her mouth.Amy opened her mouth obediently. Her lips were dry, but her mouth had been salivating at the sight of the b**st pointed in her direction. She was moaning ever so softly. Trembling in her excitement. This was a monumental event, and she wanted to enjoy every nuance, every moment of the tryst.She took his head into her mouth and washed it with her saliva. Flipping and swirling her tongue deliciously around the savory head.Andrew immediately felt the twirl of her hot tongue and slippery warm spit surround his glans. He fought the urge to grab the back of her head and shove his pipe down her throat.”Mmmm…ummmm.” Amy’s moans were loud and sultry. Her mouth smacked with cock, her lips stretched wide as she inhaled more of his dick into her mouth. Nasty sounds were echoing through the lady’s room. She moved an anxious hand up to the shaft and did her best to stroke the monster. Her other hand explored the dangling testicles moving to-and-fro like some sort of sexual pendula. She coddled his balls as she worked her mouth over him.Amy’s treatment of Andrew’s dick was improving. Andrew knew a good cocksucker when he met one, and Amy definitely had natural ability. He loved how she was constantly moaning and groaning because it caused a vibration in her mouth that he could feel on his cock. She used lots of saliva and didn’t bother to swallow the excess, which made her blow job extra smooth and slippery.It was also physical evidence that she was hungry for his cock. He toyed with her, pulling it out of her mouth and making her move toward it. He bumped it against her cheeks and shoved it back into her willing mouth.Amy gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth and got it wet. She bit the skin of his scrotum after and let his balls rub into her face. He smelled faintly like an older man’s after shave. She moved both hands to his thick black shaft and stroked his cock in unison with her mouth. She could still only get about six inches into her so her hands had quite a bit to cover. Her moaning and stroking was getting to Andrew. “Oh, baby, we need to move.” He adjusted his stance indicating that he wanted to change locations. Amy stopped sucking and looked up to see what he had in mind. Just then he reached down and lifted her up, off the toilet with what felt like the strength of two men. He gripped her lower back and ass with both hands and guided her toward the sink area. He removed his pants completely and moved to the vanity directly across from the stall.In one swift motion Amy felt herself being lifted up to the counter. His cock lined up with her crotch, which was exposed and dripping wet. Her legs were spread wide in a show of willingness to be penetrated. Andrew held his cock at her entrance and coated his head with her wetness. There would be no need for lubrication as he could literally see her dripping in anticipation for the fucking she was about to receive. He guided the stiff behemoth into her spread pussy slowly forcing open her starving lips. “Oh, shit! Oh my God! Slow, slow, Andrew, slow baby.” She rubbed his back in an effort to remind him to slow his approach.Amy tried to get Andrew to take it easy. She was insanely wet, but needed time to allow her pussy to expand, which was stretching beyond anything she had ever experienced. She wondered what it would have been like had she not used the dildo at home to prepare for this. It took Andrew a few moments before he bottomed out in Amy’s pussy. Amy was taking deep breaths as she tried to relax and accommodate Andrew’s wide cock. The couple paused a few moments as she became accustomed to his girth. Andrew took one of Amy’s legs in each hand behind her knees and spread them wider. He backed his dick out and began to penetrate her again slowly. He felt her hot wetness surround his member, her muscles tightened and relaxed repeatedly as he thrust himself deep into her womb. Amy pushed back and ground her crotch into his gargantuan cock wanting to get as much into her as possible.The experience was so overwhelming that it took only a couple of minutes before Amy began to cum. “Cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, baby!” She grabbed his waist and pulled herself onto him, Andrew matched her rhythm and increased the force of his thrusts. She closed her eyes, panting and thrashing her torso. He kept pounding her slowly and deliberately.Andrew was used to women feeling almost too tight to actually fuck, and to his relief, Amy wasn’t as tight as some. She was built for a good fucking and he was giving her every bit of a good fucking. Amy was delirious with passion for Andrew’s dick. She felt chills while looking at this old black man pounding on her, smiling his toothless smile. There was something repulsive about him that made her sexual attraction to him seem at the same time both perverse and irresistible. She was becoming increasingly aroused with this act of self-degradation and knew that his self-confidence and his monster cock had a lot to do with her attraction to him. Her world seemed to be pulsing and spinning out of control. It was as if she was intoxicated and trying to steady the floor that was spinning her around. Another orgasm shot through her body. This one was so intense she stopped her movement and reached out to grab him. Andrew stopped fucking, bent over to get closer to her breasts. He wasn’t nearly done with her, but saw she had a visibly intense orgasm. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever physically touched and by far his sexiest lover. They kissed passionately. Each tongue searching for the other. The scene was anything but typical. There was just no way that a beautiful woman like Amy would ever be connected to an homely old codger like Andrew, but there they were.They broke off their kiss when Andrew pulled himself out of her, removed his shirt, and left it with the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor. Amy slid off the vanity, took her skirt off and tossed it on top of Andrew’s clothes. She grabbed Andrew by the dick and pulled him into her office, sat him down on a chair near her desk and mounted him.As she eased herself back onto his black pole, Andrew ran his hands under her blouse and squeezed her enormous breasts. He caressed her nipples and squeezed and smashed them together. They were heavy and silky-smooth. He had never felt such a luxurious feeling as having her breasts in his hands. Amy pulled her shirt over her head and was now completely naked. Andrew was beside himself with desire for Amy. He spent lots of time feeling her body with his wrinkled, calloused hands. Her nipples were hard and stuck out invitingly, her hips and legs were tense from the motions she made as she fucked him. Amy leaned forward and stopped moving up and down and began moving forward and backward on his dick. She held his head to her bosom and encouraged his mouth to explore her flesh. Andrew began sucking and licking her breasts. Amy could feel her narrow, swollen nipples begging sucked in between his lips and his missing tooth. His constant sucking drove her mad. She moved more quickly against his cock and ground-out yet another orgasm.”Ahhhhh. Oh…..FUCK!” Amy was panting trying to catch her breath. Andrew’s face was still buried in her breasts.”I can’t get enough of this cock.” Amy confessed while kissing him on the cheek and forehead.”You can have as much of it as you want and need. You’re going to want this all the time. I can tell.” Andrew pushed her away from his body so he could look her in the eyes while he spoke to her.His words had such a deep effect upon her that she began moving her pussy against his shaft again…another orgasm followed by her confession: “Oh, yes, Andrew. That’s what I need! I need your amazing cock all the time. I need it.” Andrew felt the unstoppable urge to come deep inside this sexy white woman. He lifted her off his dick and set her on the floor. Amy was on her hands and knees as Andrew slowly fed his cock into her hot, hungry pussy.”Gentle, Baby! You’re such a big man, Andrew!”Andrew’s cock was like steel as it disappeared into her body. He grabbed her hips and began moving her on his cock. Amy rocked back and forth with increasing speed as his dick dominated her completely. Amy angled her ass in the air and placed her chest and face on the floor of her office as Andrew had his way with her. He used her hips as handles as he pulled and pushed his way into her pussy. Looking down and seeing her perfectly formed pink asshole, he lubricated his thumb and teased the opening.Amy moaned her approval as Andrew carefully inserted the first digit of his thumb into her sphincter. He continued moving on her as he guided more of his thumb into her until it was buried within her. He responded immediately to her willingness to penetrate her ass. “That’s right, Amy. I’m going to cum inside you…fill you up.””Oh, Andrew cum for me, baby!” Amy began rocking back into him as he removed his thumb and latched onto he hips. Deep, full thrusts that shook Amy ushered in an explosion of semen that flooded her core. Hot, silky cum filled her and began working its way out of her pussy for lack of room for it to collect.”Oh fuck!” Andrew let loose his seed into Amy and continued pumping until his cock emptied. Her belly felt hot. She never wanted it to stop. She knew that this was only the beginning of a long relationship with this old man.”Damn if that wasn’t the best orgasm I have ever had!” Andrew was looking like he had just finished running a race.Amy kissed him briefly and then used the restroom. Later, they fucked in the breakroom in front of the mirror, then again in Amy’s office. Before they left for home. Amy debated whether or not to have him stay the night with her.Amy’s outlook on life changed a great deal after making love to Andrew. Despite the complete contrast in personalities, socio-economic background, race, and education level, she wanted him as she had wanted no other man. Andrew still served as her evening janitor, and sometimes would work on a Saturday, when there was something that needed attending to. But she didn’t have to wait for six o’clock to see him any longer. After her divorce was made final, Andrew and Amy moved in with each other in Amy’s home, where they were able to live out their sexual fantasies with one another.Uninterrupted, daily.Amy would still hear the voice when Andrew was around, mostly to summon her for a kiss, or because his magnificent cock needed some extra loving…and every now and then it would ask her to bring him a beer while he was watching the game.The End

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