I woke up Monday morning feeling refreshed. It had been a gruelling six months of going back and forth before my divorce from Yetunde was finalized. I sat upright in my brand-new bed, staring at the four empty walls in my brand-new apartment that I had only moved into over the weekend.
I rolled out of bed and dug through some boxes. I managed to find my toiletries and a towel so I could shower and get ready. I was starting my new job in Lagos today.
After my shower, I leaned on the bathroom counter and stared hard at my reflection. I still didn’t always recognize the man in the mirror. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy for his age, just not quite the fresh-faced kid he was when he had gotten married eight years ago.
I watched as he sighed and got ready for his day.
Cleaned up and dressed in an electric blue suit, a white shirt and a red tie, I headed out to my new Range Rover Sport. My first purchase after selling my house and yacht in Abuja was this classy ride befitting a man of my status. She was glossy black and purred so perfectly when I turned her on.
I fired her up and sat still for a minute or two, relishing the sound of her engine humming, before putting her into gear and pulling out of the parking lot.
I got on the road and, within a few minutes, arrived at my new office building. I parked in the multi-level garage and made my way inside. There, I met the receptionist, a pleasant older woman who I got to know as Mrs Banke.
I told her who I was and asked where I could find Yomi Akinmolayan.
“Yes sir. Take the elevator on your left to the eighth floor and head to the left when you get out. I will page Mr Akinmolayan and let him know you are on your way up.” She smiled sweetly at me as I thanked her.
Yomi was an old bud from my university days. We were both roommates during our final year. We ended up in the same industry and have maintained a close friendship ever since.
When I posted that I was leaving my company in Abuja on LinkedIn, he messaged me and asked me to consider coming here to Lagos, where he had just taken over as the CEO of his father’s company.
A few phone calls and Zoom meetings later, I had a contract in front of me to sign.
Yomi greeted me warmly and showed me around. My office would be at the end of the same hallway his was in. He introduced me to several of the executives and account staff I would be working with.
One woman in particular really caught my eye. She was introduced to me as Chidinma and was relatively young for someone in her position. She looked to be in her late twenties. Her cute, round, baby face and her beautiful eyes made her look much younger than she likely was.
She had a meek, timid, quiet voice that fit her outward personality. She easily could have passed for a teenager from the neck up.
From the neck down, however, she was all grown up and then some. She was full-figured, curvy where it counted, and quite voluptuous. She had enormous boobs; the buttons on her blouse looked as if they might give way at any moment. She was gorgeous, with a waist that narrowed briefly, only to flare back out with wide hips and a nice, full, round butt.
She had on a business skirt that seemed to clamp her thick thighs together and accentuated her legs as they emerged from underneath the taut material. As the vernacular of the day goes, she was sexy ‘af’ and ‘thiccc’ in all the right places.
The contrast in her sexy body, cute face, and girlishly sweet voice was mesmerizing. I hung on to every word she spoke. Yomi told me Chidinma was the account administrator that I would be working the most with.
She smiled bashfully at me, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering.
Yomi was paged to take a phone call, so Chidinma and I walked back to my office and made some small talk. She was indeed as young as I had guessed, having completed her MBA less than a year ago.
She has done an internship with the company as an undergraduate and came on board full-time as soon as her master’s degree was complete.
We sat side by side in my office and continued our pleasant conversation. I told her about my recent divorce and how I was basically starting over in life at thirty-eight years old.
“You don’t look your age at all,” she said sweetly.
“I know, I look sixty abi,” I teased.
She laughed quietly and put her hand on my shoulder. “No, I mean you look much younger than that. You look very handsome, very youthful” she gave me a playful wink, “for an older man.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, but I don’t feel so young anymore.”
She batted her eyelashes and gave me a flirty smile. We buckled down and got down to work. Chidinma sat right beside me, pulling her chair in very close as she helped me navigate the company data program and learn where to pull the information I needed. She was leaning into me, gently touching my hand innocently from time to time.
Her pillow-like tits pressed into my arm on several occasions, and I could smell her perfume all over me.
If I was a younger man, I would have assumed she was hitting on me and perhaps made a move on her. But I wasn’t, and I doubted she was. I let my mind enjoy the attention she was giving me, fully aware that this was work and the last thing I needed to start this new chapter of my life with was an HR violation.
We broke for lunch just after 1.30 pm. She offered to show me a new restaurant that had “amazing food for days” just a few minutes drive away. I followed her to the parking garage, subtly checking out her nice round ass the entire way.
I pointed out my car. She cooed excitedly and leaned up against it, running her hand along it like a model in an automobile advertisement would.
“Before we go to lunch, I need you to do something for me,” Chidinma said, with a serious look on her face.
“Sure thing, what do you want?” I said, not knowing what to expect from her.
She leaned in close and spoke softly in her sweet, timid, innocent voice. “I want you to fuck my face and dump your cum down my slutty little throat.”
Of all the words I thought I was going to hear; those were the last ones I expected her to say. She stood there, inches from my face, her cute smile beaming up at me.
“I… Um…” I was stammering and in a bit of shock.
Chidinma softly grabbed the lapels of my suit and pressed her giant tits into my me. She said it again, this time slower and breathier.
“I want you to fuck my face and cum down my slutty little throat. Right here, right now, big daddy.”
And with that, she slid her skirt partway up her thick thighs so she could squat down in front of me. I looked around nervously, which allowed her time to undo my slacks and pull out my hardening cock. She began to jerk my cock slowly.
I relished the feeling of it hardening in her tiny hand. I let out an involuntary moan.
Chidinma continued stroking my shaft with one hand and began to undo the buttons on her blouse with the other. I stared in awe; her valley of exposed flesh grew exponentially as each button was relieved of its burden.
She lifted each breast out of the cups of the lacy white bra she had on, then let them hang loose and free for my visual enjoyment.
I was mesmerized. I had not seen boobs that large, well, ever. My ex-wife had been a full D cup, and these made hers look smaller. They weren’t perky due to their size, but I didn’t care. I was in heaven.
Her nipples, much smaller than I had expected them to be, were rock hard. I wanted very much to grab them and hold them in my hands. My c*ck was throbbing at this point.
Without hesitating, Bella took my hands and placed them on the back of her head. She wrapped her crimson lips around the head of my cock and swirled her tongue over it.
I had just begun to enjoy that sensation when she was sucking me fully into her wet, warm mouth. I watched as inch by inch, my cock slid between her juicy lips.
I recovered and gently guided her head back and forth on my cock. It had been too long since I had felt the sensation of a blow job, I wanted to savour it. Chidinma had different plans. She looked up at me with her sweet eyes and said in her cute, innocent voice.
“Fuck my face. Please.”
She became much more aggressive, taking my entire length inside her mouth at once, choking and gagging herself on me. I pressed my hands on the back of her head, holding my shaft in her mouth. She made a grunting, groaning, gagging noise. I released my hold immediately. She pulled back off me, panting and looking up at me.
“I like it like that. Do it again.”
So, I did. I pressed my cock into her mouth harder and held it for a moment, feeling her gag reflex make her mouth spasm around my cock. I pumped myself in and out of her cute face over and over, pumping harder and harder with each stroke.
She responded to each thrust with groans of what I hoped was pleasure, with her pretty eyes watering. In either case, she did not stop me or try to pull away. She ran one hand up her meaty thighs and under her skirt. I couldn’t see, but by the motions, I knew she was working on getting herself off as well.
I felt my d*ck throbbing harder and harder and knew it wouldn’t be too long before I needed to cum. She seemed to sense it, and pulled back, gasping for air, and trying to talk between breaths as tears ran down her face and smeared her eye makeup.
“Cum straight down my throat. Force my head on your c*ck while you cum.”
I couldn’t believe what she was saying, but I didn’t argue. I kept f*cking her adorable face, pounding away with my hard shaft into her throat, making her gag and moan in what I assumed was ecstasy. I felt my balls tighten, and then, I tensed up. I was cumming.
As instructed, I pushed her face down on my cock as hard as I dared as the first three bursts shot down her throat. She choked and pulled herself off, gasping desperately for air again. I put several more bursts of my load on her face and in her open mouth as she gasped for air.
She swallowed what she could, the rest ran out of her mouth and on to her luscious cleavage. The final couple of arcs of my cum hit her on the chin and neck.
I leaned back against the door of my car and caught my breath. Chidinma was still squatting below me, one hand up under her skirt fingering herself, while the other was busy wiping my sticky semen off her tits.
She made a dirty show of bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking every drop of my cum.
“You taste delicious. And there’s so much cum for me to eat. I am a huge cum slut. I love the taste of cum. I can’t get enough.” She was moaning as she pulled three fingers out from under her skirt. She put them straight in her mouth to suck them clean too.
I had just cum, but hearing her innocent voice saying those dirty words, plus watching her sucking her pussy juice off her fingers and hearing the sexy little moans she was letting out as she did, not to mention her big tits still hanging out in the open, was causing my dick to stir again.
Chidinma took a deep breath, gave me a shy, demure smile, and stood back up. Her breasts swayed with the movement. I reached out to take them in my hands, but she pulled away right as I made contact, and started to tuck them back into her bra and button her blouse.
“We need to get going. The restaurant tends to get busy during lunch,” she stated.
I opened the door for her and watched her ass as she took her seat.
On the way there, she pulled some wet wipes out of her purse and cleaned her face with them. She pulled out some mascara and other things I recognized as make-up. She reapplied her cosmetics in the vanity mirror as I drove.
We talked casually during lunch, mostly about food preferences and dining experiences. My mind was racing about what we had just done, but she was acting as if it didn’t happen, so I played along.
The rest of the day was unremarkable. Chidinma and I worked into the afternoon together. She sat just as close and cosy with me as she had before lunch, not changing her mannerisms one bit. Her sweet, timid voice walked me through some of the other procedures I needed to know, and then, in a flash, she was off to a meeting on another floor.
Yomi checked on me before he left. I told him was going to stay for a few hours and try to get more up to speed. He mentioned there was a Chinese restaurant that delivered to the office for free, he told me to call downstairs for the number before he headed off.
I took him up on that and ordered in. I ate at my desk and worked until I heard the cleaning staff knock on my office door. I took that as a sign to call it a night and left.
As I got to my car, I had a flashback of me leaning against it as Chidinma u*cked my cock with her adorable face. Today was a wild ride. I needed a drink.
I scrolled through my phone and found a bar that was nearby. I plugged the address in and let my map lead me there.
I stopped when the map said to and took in my surroundings. There was nothing but empty stools at the bar, so I sat on one, draped my suit jacket over another, and looked around. The bartender came out of the back.
She was a sight to behold. Her silky black hair went past her shoulders. She had on a top that revealed most of her nice, full tits. They jiggled tantalizingly as she moved. She had a nose ring, two earrings in each ear, and a small diamond stud on the side of her lip.
Her nails were expertly done, alternating silver and green patterns and all manicured to perfection. Her hips flared out nicely, and she had a full, round butt under her low-rise black miniskirt.
“What can I get you?” she asked, her eyes sparkling. I ordered a bottle of Guinness and . She put them in front of me and I handed her some cash.
“I haven’t seen you here before. You live around here?” she asked as she handed me my change.
“Keep it.” I pushed the change back towards her. “I just moved here this past weekend.”
“So, what brought you by? We don’t get much of the suit and tie guys here,” she remarked, looking me up and down as I did the same.
“I’ve had a weird day and needed a drink. This place was close to the office,” I said, looking around. “It’s kind of quiet here tonight.”
“Weeknights are always slow. Weekends get very busy”
I took a sip of my beer and nodded.
“Okay. Do you want to tell me what happened today to make it so weird?” she asked, looking me up and down.
I chuckled to myself. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Honey,” she said, pouring me a shot of whiskey and one for herself as well. “I’m a bartender. I doubt anything you say can shock me.”
I looked into her eyes and saw something trusting in them.
“Alright.” I grabbed the shot glass and clinked hers with mine. I slammed it down and started to tell her the tale.
I told her about the sexy, much younger woman that worked in my office. I explained that she had such a cute face and a sweet, innocent voice. I talked about her hovering close to me as we worked, about smelling her perfume, and feeling her massive tits press into my arm.
“She sounds hot.” She smiled, setting up another round.
“It gets better,” I said.
She poured me another drink as I continued. I talked about how we were heading to lunch when she stopped and asked me to f*ck her face right there in the parking garage.
“So, did you do it?” she asked, leaning in with a look of anticipation.
“I… I did.”
“Mmm hmm,” she purred. “That sounds f*cking hot.”
“I just got divorced not that long ago. My ex and I were married for eight years. I’d never done anything like that before,” I confessed.
“Your ex-wife never sucked your c*ck?” Her eyes sparkled at me.
“She did, but she wasn’t…. rough and forceful like that.” I felt my cheeks flush.
“Still, it sounds like you had a good time,” she reasoned.
“I don’t know what to make of it. It felt great, but I have to work with this woman.”
“And she just played it off afterwards?” She poured herself another shot.
“Yes. We went about the rest of the day as normal as can be, like nothing had happened.”
She took her shot and paused to think. “Maybe she has a thing for black hunks.”
“Maybe.” I drank my beer.
“Or maybe she just likes sucking c*ck.”
I just shrugged as I finished off my beer.
She looked at me and tilted her head, “So, did you do anything for her?”
“I… I never really had the chance,” I answered. “She had her hand under her skirt while she was sucking me. When she stood up, I tried to feel her up, but she was back to all business by then.”
“And you work with her?”
“She’s going to be my main account administrator. I will be working with her closely on a daily basis.”
“I guess you’ll have to see what happens tomorrow. I’ve heard of worse days than getting a no strings attached blow job.” She grabbed the empty glasses and put them under the bar.
“You want another beer? I’m just about to close up for the night.”
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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