I started work at my office 3 years ago. My husband works in an office not far from our boss, and I am the boss's secretary. My boss, Larry, is one of the few black men in my industry. An older man of 48, about 6'3" and 230 pounds, ex football player. We began inviting him for dinners at our home as most business people do. I never gave a whole lot of thought to it. But I did notice his attractiveness, and was surprised when I saw him looking down my dress as I served him a salad one night. Hubby didn't notice, but with me, he likes to not know what was going on all the time, so his feelings don't get hurt. Despite his 9" cock, he knows I have never cum like the night I was raped in the hotel in my story "The Cheat."

I got very wet looking at Larry across the table as I realized he was watching me. It had only been a month since I'd gotten married, and three weeks since I was black rapped in that hotel. Larry got me very wet. I got up and when I went into the kitchen, I quickly took my bra off and as I threw it under the counter I was shocked to see Larry come in the kitchen with his empty glass of wine. I opened my mouth to speak and he just shoved his hand violently up my dress, between my legs and backed me against the counter.

"I don't like having my help keep me waiting Deb.." he said with his teeth clenched. He knocked the breath out of me with his body slammed against me and he shoved with a second animal burst, three big fingers into my wet hole. Understand his hand is big enough to catch a football thrown from one of the Steelers, so it was much bigger than my pussy was ready for. It hurt badly and I came. He thrust several times and pulled his hand out, wiping my juice all over my face, smearing my makeup. With this he turned and went to pour a glass for himself, nonchalantly as if I were a forgotten bore to him.

"I expect you'll be in my office to file charges in the morning. We'll just talk about that. 8A.M.. Be there." Without a glance he stalked off to the dinner table.

The next morning, with note pad in hand, I was in his office. Larry stood there leaning against his desk. The bulge in his slacks was twice as big as Jim's was hard, and I could see Larry was only half-hard! His cock-head was outlined plainly through the fabric. He then asked me if I had thought about the fact that I would never be able to fuck another man for the rest of my life since I was newly married. I thought he must have been drinking or something, the way he was acting. He stood up and walked to the middle of the office.. I went a little numb when he turned around with a look of pure passion and power in his eyes. I was also very excited. And scared. I told him that I didn't think it was funny and went to leave. He grabbed me a little hard, by the arm and pulled me to him. He hesitated before shoving his tongue down my throat. I was too shocked at first to do anything. The knowledge that hubby was only fifty feet away in the another part of the office ran through my mind. I pushed him feebly, but his hand had a firm grip on mine. He forced it to his crotch, where my fingers pressed against what to me felt like a huge sausage.

I slowly grabbed hold of his tool and ran my hand along his length. He, in turn, lifted my skirt and slid two fingers forcefully into my cunt. Again. Like last night. I realized that I was dripping wet. The juices ran down my legs. His plunging fingers made squishing and sucking sounds as he worked them in and out of me. Each thrust deeper than the last. It took only five times for him to have his hand to the hilt in my loose pussy.

We fell back on the couch, where I lifted my legs wide so he could get more of his fingers in me. I also ripped open his pants to get his prick out. I lowered my head down to catch it as it sprang out, opening my mouth wide to get all of it in. That wasn't easy. I quickly found out that Larry wasn't fully erect. His big meat sprang loose where I grabbed it tight. My fingers hardly made it around half way. It was like four of white hubby's dick. I sucked the pre-cum off the tip of his huge penis. Larry now had his entire hand in my fat pussy. Stretching it like I never knew possible. His hand was as wet as if he had covered it in baby oil. He fist fucked my hole as I slowly devoured his beautiful black prick. I guess having no gag reflex runs in my family, because I had no problems swallowing his mammoth penis. I kept tasting slick, salty sperm in long intermittent spurts as I sucked him hard. Later, I was to learn it was just pre-cum. The best was to come later.

After an eternity, his dick was completely hard. I couldn't believe a human male could get that size. It was as big as my forearm. Literally. He guided me to my knees pushing me face down on the pillows of the couch, my ass exposed to him. He ripped my dress upwards, and tore my panties off. He then pulled apart my ass cheeks and suddenly, with brutal force, rammed his entire shaft to the hilt inside my slick vagina. It was absolutely the most awesome and enjoyable pain I had ever experienced. I thought a telephone pole had been forced inside me. I came the second he entered me from behind. He began to slam fuck me. The slapping sounds were very loud. I screamed into the pillows until I was hoarse. He tilted up onto bent knees and drove it even deeper. His hands were tight on my waist. He wasn't fucking his secretary, he was instead raping his friend's wife. That is the only way I can describe it. I kept thinking of my silly husband only feet away, knowing I was getting slam-fucked by our boss.

Finally Larry pulled out. A huge sucking noise was made as his dick pulled free. My pussy felt like a mule had been inside of me. When I turned around, I saw his fuck tool had gotten even bigger. It was stiff and engorged, I stammered in a weak voice, asking him how big it was. He smiled cruelly and told me it was 12 inches long and eight inches around. He put me on my back, on the edge of the cushions. My legs went over his shoulders. He then started stuffing it up my virgin ass, slowly and forcefully. The wetness from my pussy was the only thing that helped ease it in. After I started to drift from space back to reality, I found that he had been fucking my ass for half an hour. He had 90% of it buried in my back door. I saw from his desk clock how long he had been stuffing me. Otherwise, I had been oblivious except for the seeming hundred of orgasms that had been continuous throughout our session.

More soon. I am what white women are for, am I not? Debbie.