Natasha and Cheryl get a lesson in corporate politics
I hated that bitch. Natasha. That German bitch ruined my life and I vowed I would make her pay. I knew she was a backstabbing cunt from the first day she walked into the office. But I tried to keep it cool. She was always brown-nosing and kissing Mr. Whitaker’s ass. Hell, she was probably sucking his dick for all I knew. The way she pranced around him in those tight white blouses, the form fitting black skirt and the 5 inch pumps made me sick. She was vying for attention. No, she was vying for position; my position and the bitch got it.
I had been with the company for 5 years and had busted my ass. I was one of the top grossing Real Estate Consultants in the company. I brought in some serious cash and Mr. Whitaker loved me. I was doing the damn thing. So when Nick left to start his own firm, Mr. Whitaker offered me the senior position. That meant finally getting an office with a window. Hell yeah, I jumped at it. I was finally moving up; climbing the corporate ladder.
I wanted to celebrate so I called Ronda. Ronda was Mr. Whitaker’s assistant. She may have been Mr. Whitaker’s assistant but she was my bitch. Ronda and I had been fucking for over two years now. She liked having her pussy smashed out by me and I loved banging her tight twat. Now it was no secret that I was a lesbian, gay or whatever you wanted to call it. To put it bluntly, I loved pussy. I had always loved it.
I fucked my first piece of pussy when I was in the 9th grade. This chick named Dara kept teasing me so one day I pulled her into the girl’s locker room and finger fucked the shit out of her. You should have seen that bitch cum. She was nearly in tears because she had never cum before. I guess it scared her. That’s when I discovered how much I loved pussy. I loved watching women cum. I loved making women cum.
After fucking around with Dara and a few other chicks in high school, I graduated to the big time; the strap on. By the time I got to college, I was getting more pussy than some of the jocks. I was notorious for my strap on; wore it like it was a real dick. Sometimes I would lay in bed, jerk it and get myself off. It’s the damnedest thing. I used to wonder if God had made a mistake by making me a chick. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to have no bottom surgery or no shit like that. I like getting my pussy licked and my titties sucked just like the next bitch. But rather than being penetrated, I rather do the penetrating. So like I said everybody knew I was a lesbian but nobody knew I wore a strap-on all the time; only Ronda.
Ronda and I decided to hook up after work. We planned to meet around 5:30 when everybody had gone home. It was a Friday evening and generally nobody stuck around the office on Friday especially if it was pay day and it was. With the office being empty, Ronda and I decided to take advantage of the upstairs conference room. We had fucked in many places in that building but never the conference room. It was too risky seeing as how Mr. Whitaker’s office was right next door and he was notorious for popping in and out of the office. But since he was in Switzerland with his family, we figured we’d be safe.
Like always, Ronda’s pussy was already wet.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby,” Ronda shared as she walked into the conference room. She looked amazing. She had on a paisley wrap dress. Her titties were almost popping out of it. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Just looking at her made my pussy throb. Ronda walked over to the table where I was standing and leaned against it. I wasted no time untying that string on the side to unveil her perfect body. She was wearing a white laced bra and a white thong.
“You like what you see, baby?” Ronda asked.
Hell yeah, I liked what I say and I wanted to see more. I popped Ronda’s tits from her bra. I couldn’t wait to get those pink nipples between my teeth and to suck on her mounds. This bitch looked like she had just stepped out of Playboy magazine. While sucking on her tits, I reached behind Ronda and grabbed her huge ass and began to squeeze her cheeks occasionally smacking them while Ronda played with her pussy.
“Ohhhh,” Ronda sighed after each smack. I wanted to wake up that pussy and get it even wetter.
Ronda and I shared a kiss before she dropped down to her knees and pulled out my strap-on from my pants. She started to suck it with all of her might. God, that was such a turn on. Just watching her head bob back and forth taking my plastic meat caused my black titties and pussy to contract.
“Oh shit! You sucking the hell out of my dick! Take it deep, baby.”
Ronda opened her mouth to take more of my cock almost choking at times. I closed my eyes when suddenly I heard a noise.
“What was that?” I asked as I removed my cock from Ronda’s mouth.
“What was what?” Ronda responded. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“I heard a noise; like a door closing. Are you sure the building is empty?”
“Yeah. I checked the parking lot and all of the cars are gone. I moved your car to the parking garage across the street after lunch since I knew we would be hanging out. Nobody is here. Now, come on baby, let’s get this party started,” Ronda stated as she climbed onto the table and opened her legs to reveal her shaved pink pussy. “Hungry?” Ronda asked as she pulled back the crotch of her thong.
Yes, I was famished; famished for her pussy. I plunged my head between Ronda’s legs and began devouring her cunt like an Angus steak.
“Shit!” Ronda sighed as she lay back on the table and played with her tits. “Eat it! Eat it deep!”
I lifted Ronda’s legs into the air and dug out her pussy with my tongue. I could eat Ronda’s pussy for days. Listening to the sounds of her faint cries and whimpers of pleasure made me never want to let up off of her cunt.
“Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me cum!” Ronda moaned as she moved her hips up and down. “Eat me!”
Yeah, this was going to be fun. I could tell by the sound of her commands that she was hot and ready to get down and dirty. She wanted it hard. She wanted it rough. She wanted it now. I lifted my face from Ronda’s wet snatch to remove my pants. Ronda sat up on her elbows and looked at me. Breathing heavily, I could see the burning lust in her eyes.
“Fuck my pussy! Fuck it now!” Ronda demanded through clinched teeth.
Adhering to her demand, I pushed my cock inside of Ronda’s ravenous pussy.
“Ungh!” Ronda growled as she lay back on the table. Grabbing a hand full of her own hair Ronda began to gyrate her middle to take more and more of my plastic slab. “Goddammit, this feels so fucking good! Fuck me! Fuck me goddammit!”
Ronda’s pink inner pussy lips would cling on to my cock as I pushed it in and pulled it out of her. She tried with everything to take the full 12 inches but was never able too. It was just too big. But I commend her efforts.
“Shit! Right there! Fuck it just like that! Just like that! Shittttt! Harder! Fuck me harder!
By now I was straight power-driving Ronda’s pussy as her screams of pleasure were about to send me over the top. Ronda nibbled on her nipples as I assaulted her hot cunt.
“I’m cumming baby! Oh God! I’m fucking cumming!” Ronda warned as she popped a load of creamy goodness all over my cock. “Ughhhhhhh!” Ronda cried as spasms caused her body to contort and jerk. I pulled my cock out of Ronda’s pussy and climbed up on the table then stuffed it in her mouth. I loved watching her eat her own cum.
“Lick it clean, baby.”
Ronda complied with cleaning my cock but I knew she’d need more; much more. This bitches’ libido worked over time. I turned my attention back to Ronda’s swelling pussy to fuck her some more. She would come over and over again until she was drained. For dessert, I lowered my snatch over Ronda’s face while I licked her pussy clean. Neither of us would be hungry later on as we ate each other’s pussies like it was last supper.
“That’s it, baby! That’s the shit right there!” I moaned as I bounced my hips up and down. Ronda loved to be pleasured but she also didn’t mind dispensing it. Ronda tongue fucked my twat until I blasted my pussy juice all over her tongue.
“Fuckkkkk!” I shouted as Ronda flicked my clit with her thumb while I climaxed. I now understood a verse from a song I heard a long time ago; ‘I Felt The Earth Move Under My Feet.’
Ronda and I wrapped up our fuck session then went home. It was a great weekend. I did a little shopping as well as a little cleaning. I also went out and bought that new flat screen television I had been dying to get. Now that I had gotten the new job, I would be more than able to afford it. Further, Mr. Whitaker would be returning to the office on Monday so I was hopeful that I’d be able to move into my new position.
“Cheryl, I have received some disturbing news,” Mr. Whitaker shared with me Monday afternoon in his office. Though he had been out of the office for two weeks, it turns out he was actively checking his emails. “You are aware of our no-fraternization policy?”
“It has been brought to my attention that you are in direct violation of that policy,” Mr. Whitaker continued. “Not only did I receive an email correspondence detailing these violations but I also received some very graphic photos of you and my assistant. I cannot tell you how disturbing this is to me. And the fact that you would do it here, at the office, makes it all the more upsetting.”
“Let me finish,” Mr. Whitaker interrupted. “I should fire you and Ronda on the spot but she’s a damn good assistant and you’re one of the best consultants here at the firm. So I’m not going to let you go. I’m also not going to promote you.”
“What? You can’t be serious. Mr. Whitaker, despite my indiscretions, I am not one of the best, I am the best consultant here. This isn’t fair. I know that I am not the only one who is having sex with other employees. Let’s just be real. Suspend me for a week, put me on probation or even write me up but don’t take away my promotion. I’ve worked too hard for this.”
“I’ve made my decision,” Mr. Whitaker informed. “You can file a grievance with Human Resources but I would advise against that seeing as how I have not shared the photos with them or anyone else in upper management. It is what it is, Cheryl. At least you still have a job.”
Yes, I had a job but it was now a dead end job. The corporate ladder had been snatched out from beneath me and a glass ceiling had been mounted above me. Mr. Whitaker would hold this thing over my head forever. I’d never get out of that cubicle. I’d never get anywhere within the company. I could stay here and fester or I could pack up my belongings and leave.
On my way back to my desk, I got a text message from Ronda saying she was sorry. She, too, had been reprimanded but only received a slap on the wrist. Besides, she had Mr. Whitaker by the balls. He liked her and had tried to force himself on her several times even forced her to give him a hand job. He didn’t want her to go blabbing to Human Resources so he treaded lightly around her. But I was a different case. I was boning the chick he wanted to bone. It had to have hurt his ego so he lowered the boom on me.
For the rest of the day, I tried to decide what I was going to do. Would I stay or would I leave. Around 4:30, I got up to go to the bathroom when I noticed Natasha moving her stuff into the office that was supposed to be mine. I sent Ronda and text message to ask her what was going on. She confirmed that Mr. Whitaker had promoted Natasha instead. Not only that, she was the snitch. That was the noise I heard. She had been up stairs leaving some files in Mr. Whitaker’s office. She heard us fucking, took pictures with her phone and sent them to Mr. Whitaker. That fucking bitch! And the reason she was still in the building is because she doesn’t drive on Friday. She was waiting for her ride to pick her up and they had a flat tire in route. Son-of-a-bitch!
I was livid. That backstabbing hussy had thrown me under the bus for that promotion. There was no way I was going to let her get away with it. I wrote my letter of resignation, packed up my belongings and slipped them into my car. Then at 5:00 o’clock when everybody was leaving the suite, I went to pay that bitch Natasha a little visit in her new office.
“So you sold me out?”
“I don’t know what you talking about,” Natasha responded in that thick German accent of hers.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. You told Mr. Whitaker about me and Ronda fucking.”
“You; you break company rules. You bring this on yourself. No blame me,” Natasha answered. “You should learn to keep fake dick in pants.”
Natasha smirked as she walked past me. I don’t know what came over me but I reached back and grabbed that bitch by the neck and pushed her to the floor.
“Bitch!” Natasha screamed as she grabbed me by my leg causing me to fall down as well.
We began wrestling and tussling on the floor like third graders after school. Natasha was no weak chick. She was strong and she could fight. That bitch gave me a run for my money. We rolled around on the floor pulling at each others clothes and hair. I remember grabbing at her white blouse. I ripped it open and one of her tits came spilling out. It was huge and hung just a little with harden huge pink nipples. I guess the bitch bought cheap clothes!
“Fucking bitch!” Natasha screamed. Now the chick was mad. With her titties bouncing all over the place, Natasha tried to knee me between my legs.
“What you trying to do? Kick me in the balls? I ain’t got no balls, bitch!
Now I was mad. I got my hands around Natasha’s neck and tried to choke her. Now pinned on her back, Natasha wrestled to get free. I then heard a rip. It was her skirt. It ripped straight up the seam. Like I said, the bitch bought cheap clothes. But what I found amazing was that Natasha wasn’t wearing any panties and she had a hairy pussy. I guess all white bitches don’t shave their snatches!
I removed my hands from Natasha’s neck and used one of them to hold her hands above her head. I took my free hand and twisted her nipples.
“You like don’t you, bitch!”
I then placed my knee between Natasha’s legs. So each time she moved to get free her pussy rubbed against my knee.
“Black bitch!” Natasha yelled.
“German whore!” I retorted back.
Natasha continued to wrestle to get free and close her legs but she was unable too. I kept rubbing my knee against her hairy snatch. I could tell she liked it and was getting turned on by it. So was I. As much as I hated her, Natasha was hot and I wanted to fuck her.
“No!” Natasha screamed as I continued to rub up against her pussy and twist and pinch her nipples. Her pink nipples had to have been an inch long.
“You no fuck me like Ronda!” Natasha screamed. “You no fuck my pussy!”
“Shut up bitch! You fucked me out of my promotion and now I’m going to teach you a lesson about climbing the corporate ladder.”
I removed my free hand from Natasha’s nipple and began to rub her now wet pussy. Though her lips said no, her body said yes as she began to move her hips up and down humping her pussy towards me.
“Yeah, I knew you wanted it. You were probably playing with your pussy while watching me and Ronda the other day, weren’t you?
“Mmmmm,” Natasha groaned. I had this bitch opened now as her eyes rolled back in her head. I removed my hands from her twat. Moments later, Natasha began aggressively humping her pussy against my thigh. This bitch was clearly trying to get off.
I removed my leg from between Natasha’s legs and released her hands. She quickly grabbed her tits and began squeezing them while spreading her legs even wider.
“Please. Stick it!” Natasha begged. “Stick it with your dick!”
Stick it? What the fuck was that. Was she trying to ask me to fuck her? Is that how they say it in Germany? Damn! Natasha removed her hands from her jugs and parted her pussy lips to reveal her wet opening. She finger fucked her own snatch with two of her fingers. “Stick it!” Natasha begged.
I pulled my strap on out of my pants and pushed it up inside of Natasha’s starving pussy.
“Yesss!” Natasha groaned. She had been wanting this for a while. I guess I had too. This bitch was on fire. She somehow was able to get her knees up by her ears. That bitch took every inch of my rubber cock into her tight pussy. The shit just fucking disappeared into her twat. I almost popped a load of pussy juice just watching that. I pulled the hair pin out of Natasha’s long blond hair then grabbed a hand full of it while ramming my cock in and out of her. She wanted me to stick it, so I stuck it to her.
“Mmph!” Natasha continued to grunt while I penetrated her pussy. She wasn’t a shit talker like Ronda. She was a grunter. “Ohhh!” Natasha grunted as her eyes popped open. She looked as if she were staring into space or like she was seeing some kind of mystical image. Suddenly, Natasha lifted her hips off the floor and began to swivel her middle at an alarming rate. What the fuck was happening?
“Ohhh!” Natasha once again grunted before letting her ass fall back to the floor. I removed my cock from her fucked snatch only to find it covered with Natasha’s cum. Wow! Is this how German bitches get down?
Natasha then got up from the floor, pushed me down on my back then climbed on top of my cock and rode it like a champion thoroughbred. She bounced up and down on my cock like her life depended on it. I grabbed on to her dangling tits and fondled them as she worked out all of her aggression and pinned up anger.
“Mmmph!” Natasha began to grunt again. Judging by the sound of her erratic breathing and look on her face, she was about to pop another load.
“Come on, baby! Cum all over my cock!”
I grabbed Natasha’ ass and squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could as she manically slammed down her pussy on my cock.
“Mmmph!” Natasha cried as she spewed another serving of pussy juice all over my cock. I never thought I would meet another chick as hot as Ronda but Natasha had just surpassed her.
Natasha leaned down to kiss me pushing her long tongue inside of my mouth. This chick was so fucking hot. I could fuck her forever.
“Lick pussy,” Natasha said as she climbed off my cock and turned around lowering her snatch in my face. We engaged in a nasty 69 that involved me licking her wet cunt and her alternating between licking mine and sucking my cock. I eventually popped my load all over Natasha’s fingers and tongue. She than began to wiggle her hips.
“Mmmph!” Natasha grunted. This bitch was about to cum again. Like before, Natasha’s ass began to move up and down at an increased rate. She then removed her head from between my thighs.
“Ohhh!” Natasha grunted again. She ended the 69 by turning around kissing my body as she climbed towards my face. She kissed my belly then moved up to my tits. She sucked on both tits momentarily then proceeded to lick her pussy juice from my lips.
“Ohhh!” Natasha continued to grunt as her pussy hovered over my face. Natasha then feverishly smacked and rubbed her clit until a stream of creamy cum dripped from her snatch into my mouth. Shit, all I needed was a straw and it would have been like enjoying a milk shake. Incredible!
I never told anybody about the tryst that Natasha and I had that evening on the floor in the office; not even Ronda. Natasha became the Senior Real Estate Consultant and I followed in Nick’s footsteps and left the company to start my own firm. Even though I don’t work at the company anymore, Ronda and I still fuck on a regular basis. One night, for spite, I slipped into the office and fucked her on Mr. Whitaker’s desk. We left cum drippings on his chair. I wondered if he ever noticed.
As for Natasha and I, we’re no longer enemies. In fact, we’ve become very good buddies; fuck buddies. Whenever Ronda can’t get away, I just call my little German slut and she’s glad to be of service. That night on the floor in the office dulls in comparison to some of the things Natasha and I have done. That bitch can make anything disappear in that snatch of hers. I’ll never forget the first time I literally pounded out her pussy… with my fist! That’s another story for another time! Yeah, that bitch loves herself some black cock; even if it is fake. She loves it so much she bought and paid for that flat screen television I financed. What a gal!
So you see, it all worked out for all of us. Ronda kept her job. Natasha has a new job. And between the two of them, my bills are paid and my bank account is looking rather nice. Not only that, they both are helping me with my new endeavors by sending me leads right under Mr. Whitaker’s nose. And in return for their hard work and good deeds, I continually afford them the opportunity to move up the ranks in my newly formed company by climbing my corporate ladder; my big black strap-on!