security room gang bang

We reached the construction jobsite about dusk and the work crews were in the process to putting tools away and securing the area. Debbie handed me a hard hat and we jumped out of her car. There were three buildings in different stages of construction. We headed to the largest one, which seemed to be the most finished. Before we reached the door, a pair of whistles and catcalls rang out from behind. Debbie shook her head and continued walking, apparently used to such behavior. I, on the other hand (who hadn’t received a decent whistle in years), turned to check them out. The two, well built, black workers couldn’t have been more than 25-years-old. Even though I appreciated their attention, I figured the whistles were probably meant for my attractive sister-in-law. I politely blushed, smiled and caught up with Debbie.

“So, I see you have some new admirers?” She observed.

“Me? I don’t think so.”

“Well, the guys here wouldn’t dare whistle at me, being the boss’s wife. No, they must be for you!”

I smiled and blushed again, as she opened the door. We headed down a long concrete hallway, with another door and an overhead surveillance camera at the end.

“Barb, this is James. He’s in charge of security for the entire job site,” said Debbie, and introduced me to the middle aged black man.

Seated behind a console with over a dozen monitors in front of him, he glanced up at me.

“Hi, nice to meet you, James,” I smiled and offered my hand.

His huge hand completely covered mine, but politely allowed me to do the handshake.

“Likewise Ma’am,” he answered quietly.

“Well, I have to deliver these drawings to Burt in Building #3. I may have to go over them with him too, if you can wait here for me?” Asked Debbie.

The small darklit room with all its lights and monitors was new to me and kind of intriguing. James seemed quiet, friendly and harmless, so I opted to stay there and wait. Debbie made her exit. Scanning the room slowly, I wondered how this whole surveillance system worked. James noticed my interest.

“So, can you figure out what you’re looking at, Ma’am?” He asked, knowing I had no clue.

“Well yes… I mean no. I’ve never seen such an operation. These different screens show the different buildings right?” I asked, instantly aware of how stupid a question that must be.

God, he will think I’m a typical dumb blonde, for sure. I turned my face to his for a response and watched his dark eyes quickly scan my legs, cut-off jeans, and finally settle on my chest. Slowly he shifted his gaze from my cleavage and our eyes met. His rugged, but handsome face formed a wide smile and I thought I would melt.

“Yes, Ma’am. We have three buildings, with several different views of each one to keep an eye on.”

I could sense, by his tone, he was not being condescending. I think he thought I was cute and opted to have fun with me. That’s when I decided to keep playing the “cute” card, and perhaps be a little “blonde” in the process. I have never been with or flirted with a black man, and thought this is as good a time as any.

“Oh James, you don’t have to call me Ma’am. My name is Barb.” I said and straddled a stool next to him.

“Yes Ma’am…err, I mean Barb,” he said, as his eyes gave my ample chest the once-over again.

“Do you ever get to see something interesting?” I asked softly, noticing his eyes glued to my tits.

“Oh yeah! I mean yes, every once in a while,” he started, then nervously switched his attention back to the dull, black and white monitors.

Not wanting to jeopardize his job, his gaze remained fixed on the monitors. I swiveled around playfully on my stool and secretly unbuttoned a blouse button to show off more cleavage.

“Every once in a while, what?” I asked, teasing him to finish his statement.

He was quite nervous now, as he switched views on several monitors. I could tell that he could see down my open blouse, at least peripherally.

“Sometimes people show up in unexpected areas, ya know?” He said, starting straight ahead.

I delighted in his uneasiness and became aroused by his apparent lack of attention. I swiveled around once and again, undoing another button en route. With my blouse fully opened to the waist, I reached behind, grabbed the stool with both hands and thrust my tits out. Swiveling back and forth to get his attention, I noticed some activity on the building three screen.

“You mean like those people there?” I said and pointed at the monitor.

Once he saw the monitor and realized what he was viewing, he quickly went to change it to another view.

“Who was that James? Why’d you change it?” I demanded.

“Oh, that’s nothing Ma’am, just the boss’s wife talking with Burt. I don’t like to spy on people I know,” he noted.

“Well, I do! Switch it back for a second!” I commanded.

“OK, Ma’am. But if we get caught, it wasn’t my fault,” he shrugged and flicked the switch back on.

On the tiny screen, I could make out Debbie handing the blueprints to the tall black supervisor. They conversed for a short time, until Burt put the blueprints down and the two of them embraced. What! This was no friendly embrace. They kissed each other deeply and Burt raised Debbie’s dress up to her head and then pulled it completely off.

“I don’t think we should be watching this Ma’am!” Stated James, as he started to switch it off.

“Nonsense, James. This is definitely worth watching. Don’t you dare turn it off! And stop calling me Ma’am, dam it! I only wish we could see it better!” I sneered and leaned next to him, to get a better view.

Now it was me who was transfixed on the monitor, with James examining my big boobs up close. I think it was all he could do to keep from leaning down and taking a mouthful.

“Well, I suppose, if you really want to see them better, I could switch it to the big screen, here.”

And, with that, Debbie and Burt were on the big screen and we could hear them talking. Talking is probably not the correct term. Fucking is what it was: groaning, moaning, kissing and sucking. In no time, he had her stripped naked and she was doing the same to him.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Burt,” she said excitedly.

“Time enough for you to give me some head, bitch!” He snapped, as she went to her knees and unzipped his pants.

He tore his shirt off to reveal a perfectly toned chest, as Debbie took his cock in her mouth. From the camera angle, we couldn’t see his cock. But watching this erotic scene was making me seriously horny.

“See James, isn’t that better? Why are you so nervous? Haven’t you watched two people go at it?”

“Yes, but not…” He stopped.

“But not what? I begged.

“I’ve never watched something like this with a woman, especially a white woman!” He admitted

“And I’ve never done it, I mean watched it with a black man either. So what? That’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a little naughty don’t you think?” I said and winked.

“It’s just that… you are very attractive, and…”

“You really think I’m attractive? I didn’t think you even noticed?” I pouted and stroked his strong jaw line with my hand.

By the look in his eyes and the huge bulge in his pants, I could tell James would have jumped me that very second. I ignored his handsome features and watched Debbie giving Burt his requested blowjob.

“Dam, wish we could see his dick. I’ve never seen a black cock before. I’ve heard about them. Is it true what people say about black cocks?” I asked.

“And, what have you heard?” James smiled.

“Oh you know, that many of them are huge. Sometimes, even too big for fucking!”

“I think that’s just a myth,” laughed James.

“Oh really? Is that so?”

“Yeah, just like white woman are all either princesses or frigid,” he said daringly.

“Well, I’m neither one of those! So I suppose that means you have a small dick?” I surmised.

“I wouldn’t say it was small, but…” he smiled.

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe we should just check it out,” I whispered, leaned into him and reached for his crotch.

He stared defiantly at me, spread open his legs and seemed to dare me.