Chocolate Loving

Bill sat at the security desk and passed the evening watching the customer service representatives leave for the day. Of the 200 women that worked there, few had escaped his sex fantasies. At 7:30 everyone was gone. He read the newspaper until 8:15 when the phone rang.
“Security, Bill speaking.”
“It’s Mae, Sugar,” she said with a faint southern accent. “Everyone else is gone. Why don’t you be sure to lock the front door, then come on back here to escort me to my car.”
“Where are you?” he asked. Her big sexy voice was really what got him hot. Mae was a big black woman with a big ass, big tits, a big smile and a big laugh. She was always throwing little sexual innuendoes in as she made small talk, but nothing had ever come of it. Bill got hard just hearing her voice on the phone. He fantasized about her thick juicy lips on his, her warm, electric hands caressing his body. He knew that he was oozing pre-cum already
“I’m in the executive conference room all the way at the back.”
“Be there in a few.” He got right up from his desk and checked the door to make sure that it was locked. He walked quickly to the south end of the building to the customer service area and through the rows of cubes. Finally he reached the conference room. From the outside the room took up half the wall. The wall separating it from the customer service reps was glass, but inside a heavy curtain was drawn shut. From the doorway came a dim light. Bill entered.
Amidst the large leather armchairs and the dark wood sideboards and matching table was Mae. She sat on the edge of the conference table, her shoes off, her feet on a chair. She flashed Bill a sultry smile, and summoned him with her index finger.
He stood before her, unassuming, letting her take the lead.
“I have to admit, Billy, that I haven’t gotten much done in the past few hours.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ve been thinking, wondering what your pasty white cock looks like and what it will taste like when I suck it, how it’s going to feel when I fuck it.”
Bill shivered. His underwear hurt it was so tight on his cock. There was something completely irresistibly sexual about Mae. It was all attitude. Of the two hundred women that worked there, lots were better looking, but Mae had it. “That’s funny,” he said. Because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about getting my face into your big black crotch sucking on your pink pussy.”
Mae let out a heavy sigh.