Dark Obsession

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But then the elevator reached the 17th floor, my floor. I was tempted to stand still and ride his cock as high as he would take me, but the practical side of me suddenly overcame my fantasy and I lurched forward out of the elevator just before the doors closed again and carried the mystery cock further up the high-rise. I found my way, hot with excitement and a little wobbly, to the offices of Laidlow Enterprises, where I was a secretary for Mr. Laidlow. Mr. Laidlow was an elderly gentlemen who had never made a pass at me and was a paragon of virtue. It never even occurred to me that he had a cock until now, but I was suddenly so horny that I would have seized on any cock in sight. But his wasn't.

I tried to put all this out of my mind as I dropped my handbag on my desk and went to the kitchenette to fix Mr. Laidlow's coffee. He was always there before I arrived and I carried his coffee into his office and said, Good morning, Mr. Laidlow. Mr. Laidlow mumbled a thank you but did not look up, so he never noticed my rosy complexion and excited look. He simply handed me a file and asked me to take care of it.

I returned to my desk and started to work, but the image of a hard, stiff, beautiful, ebony cock kept coming back to me. I pecked away at my computer fitfully, but soon let my right hand wander under my skirt, pulling down my panty hose a bit so I could reach my pussy. I fingerfucked myself feverishly, rubbing my dripping clitoris into a hot, swollen love button. I had almost fingered myself into an orgasm when Mr. Laidlow buzzed me. I somehow composed myself and scurried into his office, where he asked me for a group of files. I got the files and brought them to him. Then I returned to my own office and settled down to my work at the computer. Yet the big black cock lingered in my brain. I couldn't get away from the image of a glistening black shaft that had just come out of my cunt, still wet from my fingerfucking. I imagined running my tongue along it slowly and then closing my mouth over its head and sucking eagerly. There were more interruptions that tore me away from this fantasy, as people came in to see Mr. Laidlow, or he called me in for some new chore. Yet the big black cock never left my mind entirely. I was eager to suck it. I wanted to suck it and feel it cum in my mouth. I imagined its climax in three or four long steady squirts of hot cum into my throat, and I could even taste the salty flavor that I knew it would have. I couldn't explain this obsession with a penis I had never actually even seen, yet had felt sensuously in the elevator this morning.

At noon I went to lunch with Annie Benson, from the Order Department. We were good friends and had often gone off together on weekends. We'd check in at some resort and look for guys to buy us drinks or dinner and then give us a good fuck. Sometimes we were lucky. Other times we ended up in our room licking each other's pussies and at least having a good orgasm. Yet I wasn't sure I was ready to talk to Annie about my dark meat obsession. We went down to the cafeteria on the second floor, went through the line, and sat down at a table in the middle of the restaurant. We chatted about nothing in particular, but when we were almost finished eating I noticed that at a nearby table was the black man in the elevator, seated with a sexy black woman. She was vivacious and obviously playing up to the man. Her stylish, if simple white dress showed off a great figure and the nipples of her breasts were prominent through the dress's material. But what I most noticed was the obvious bulge in the man's trousers. As they got up to leave, he made no effort to conceal this, and he walked right past our table with his cock pushing his pants out in front of him to a scandalous degree that no one could mistake. He smiled at me as he passed our table and I know I blushed again, but also felt another surge of electricity ripple through my pussy. Once more I held the image of his huge black cock before my eyes and, oh, how much I wanted to suck it.

Do you know that guy? asked Annie, aware of my fascination with him.

Oh, no, not really, I just see him in the elevator sometimes, I replied nonchalantly.

The afternoon was a repeat of the morning. Work kept me occupied and little chores occasionally took my mind off the cock, but it kept coming back. I kept fingerfucking myself and licking my fingers when no one was in the office. At one point I went up on the Internet and looked up some porn sites to find images of what I was craving. I watched Megacockcravers.com for awhile, but was scared that Mr. Laidlow might catch me watching porn on company time, so I quit that. But it made me hornier than ever. By the time quitting time came I was ready to find any cock at all and go down on it. Gawd, I was horny!

I actually quit a little early, making excuses, and descended quickly on an empty elevator to the street level. On my way to the subway I passed an adult sex shop, and couldn't resist going in and looking at their big dildos. I could feel my white cunt twittering as I saw a handsome big black toy penis, battery-operated with trigger control. I felt like I wanted that inside me RIGHT NOW! It was expensive, but I bought it and hurried out of the shop and down into the bowels of New York City, my dildo tucked away in a plastic bag in my hot little hand. My apartment was only a short stop from my subway stop, but I couldn't get home fast enough, eager to try out my new toy. I fumbled with my keys, but finally got the door open, the image of the black man's massive cock still looming in my brain.

I kicked off my shoes, and headed for the bedroom, but stopped off at the kitchen to pour myself a stiff rye and soda. I was ready to relax a little now, but still obsessed by the cock of my dreams. I had an enormous urge to get naked. I pulled off my sweater and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor as I unbuttoned my skirt and let it drop, too. I peeled away my panty hose and flopped back on the bed, admiring my slim, curvy body in the dresser mirror opposite the bed. I pulled the box out of the bag and tore it open. It was easy to figure out where the batteries went, but I was so keyed up that I dropped one and had to scramble under the bed to find it before I got it right. I rubbed my cunt with my hand, it was warm and juicy, and no lubrication was needed for me to ease the large dildo between the lips of my pussy and into my aching cunt. Oooooh