Two Office Sluts Flip The Script On Timid Black Coworker

I had been in the office for coming up on 10 years now. I didn't love my job, but I didn't hate it either. As a woman, it gave me plenty of benefits that I wouldn't get elsewhere, and I have a friend in my coworker Britney. We met after my first year here when she first joined. Our boss put her in the empty cubicle space next to mine and we hit it off as friends right away. It turns out we went to the same college, only a year apart. Britney was a taller woman, about 5'10" , 32 years old, with a pair of knockers that the boys in the office ate up with their eyes daily. She kept her position safe by wearing low cut tops and loosely buttoned shirts, showing off the chasm between her tits. Although she had long flowing ginger hair with the pale skin and freckles to match, she played the part of the ditzy blonde to perfection around our boss. In our time together she's told me of many boyfriends and hook ups. But at 26 she got married and is now a mother of two children.

Then you have me, a 33 year old, tall (5'11") slender brunette with an equally well endowed rack and wide hips. I let my dark chocolate brown hair flow down around my face and land on my tits, drawing your eye to the fact that I never learned to wear a bra, or at least don't choose to, as my nipples perk through my soft cashmere tops I wear. Much like Britney, I too have had my experience with men, loosing myself to my highschool boyfriend in his car at 16, then going to frat parties on Friday nights getting passed around to every guy in the room. Despite it all, I managed to stay clean, and at 24 found my husband. We met in my last month of college at a party and he ended up fucking me behind a dumpster in an alley behind the house. He's the only guy who offered to take me to dinner the next night after we finished and we joked from then on about how trashy our meeting was, compared to the classy restaurant we went to later. I left that first part out when I told my mom about him. Now here we are with three kids and he's the head of his own construction contracting company.

"Hey Courtney! How are you today?" Britney asked as she set her purse down on her desk.

"Hey Britney, I'm good. How are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, alright. Have you met the new guy yet?" she asked me.

"Which one?" I replied.

"The new black guy, John. He's kinda skinny. Definitely shy as hell. I didn't think black guys could be that shy. I said good morning to him the other day and he about spilled his coffee all over himself fumbling as he talked." Britney told me.

"Oh my gosh, really? I haven't met him yet. He was probably staring at those boobs. The poor man didn't even have a chance with you..." I replied.

Over the next few weeks we continued to watch him. At first I thought he was shy and nervous because he was just the new guy and didn't know anyone yet. But after the first month I though maybe he was autistic or something. I didn't want to be mean, after all, he was a hard worker, but damn. You could barely talk to the man without him fumbling over his words. That's when I thought that maybe he was gay, because he only acted this way around women, even the older ones. If it was the younger, sexier girls then maybe he's just nervous around us, but he was flustered even around Peggy, and she's nearing her retirement. Britney thought so too, but we heard some gossip from another girl that heard him talking about a girlfriend of his. So now we ere just confused. As far as I can tell there's only two reasons for it, either he's the most pussy-whipped man alive, or he's faking it so we loose interest so he doesn't cheat on his girl. I don't even know why Britney and I let him take up so much of our focus. It's not like it even matters, we're both married and have kids back home.

But the other day, after he had been with us three months, Britney ended up working late and noticed that John was the only other one in the office after 6:00 pm. The next morning she came to me and said she wanted to try something with me. She said back in college, her and her girlfriends would walk around campus and look for shy, timid boys like John and they'd gang up on them, walking them back to their dorm or behind a building or something and have sex with them. When I told her it sounded like rape, she told me the guy would seem that way but once he realized what we really wanted they'd come around. She said one guy found her a few days later and actually thanked her, because he was struggling to loose his virginity. I asked her what she intended to do, and she said we should stay after work, waiting for everyone to leave then go fuck John in his cube.

"Are you crazy? You want to fuck him here? What if we get caught, or he reports us, or any of the other million things that can go wrong goes wrong?" I replied worried.

"Relax, I know the signs. If he seems into what I want to do, I'll go through with it and if not, we'll leave him be. AS for witnesses, no one will be here, and there's no cameras in this office anyway." she said trying to reassure me.

"I don't know, it seems risky." I told her.

"What, is the "Frat-house Fuck-bunny" scared of fucking a black man? Your husband won't find out. What's one more cock in that pussy of yours?" she said tauntingly.

"Oh alright, I regret telling you that name they gave me." I replied.

The very next day, we put our "plan" into action. I told my husband that I'd be working later into the evening tonight because of a "project deadline" and that we're "really swamped" at work. He said alright and that he'd probably drop the kids off at his parents since he's got a lot of work too. Britney made up some excuse for her husband as well and that day we worked like normal. The hours went by, later and later into the day. Like clockwork John was there, fumbling around at the hint of a woman being near, as he sat at his desk. Now I should say, unlike the black guys you'll see in porn, John is not that at all. He's about 5'7" tall and rail thin. All in all he's the most average guy out there. The fact that both Britney and I were taller than him made this plan even better. Finally, 5:15 pm rolled around and our boss left for the day. He's the sign for the harder workers to call it quits and by 5:30 the only ones left on our floor were the three of us.

"Well, Britney, I think it's time to head out. What do you think?" I said winking.

"I agree, we've been here long enough..." she replied.

We got up and grabbed our things, walking over to John's desk instead of the door. Rounding the corner we each hung of the cubicle wall to his desk, looking in at him.

"Hey the John, Courtney and I were having an issue and since your the only one here, we were wondering if you could help us out?" Britney asked.

"S-S-Sure, w-what's wrong?" he asked nervously as he stood up from his chair.

"Well, it's not so much work related as it is a personal problem." she said.

"I- I- d-don't understand. Like w-what?" he asked sheepishly.

Britney, with her crisp white blouse and black silk skirt on, her top two buttons loosened and her pantyhose on with her heels, strutted right up in front of John, practically pressing her breasts against his chest as she ran her fingers through his short curly hair.

"Well, some of the girls were talking, and we wondered who you think is the sexiest. Is it Courtney, or is it me..." she said, ending in a whisper in his ear as she loosens her blouse up further, but not fully open.

"W-what's going on here? This isn't appropriate Britney!" he said.

"Why John, that's the most confident thing I've heard you say! Too bad I'm a naughty girl who doesn't like to listen to the rules. I must say I'm determined to win your choice. So I'll ask again, Courtney, or these beautiful baby girls?" Britney asked again opening her blouse revealing her soft breasts held up by a black lase bra. It was almost completely transparent except for the nipples, and John's eyes never left them.

"Well Britney, I think you might've won, but he needs to see the competition first..." I said as I brought my soft, light blue cashmere sweater up, holding it tight and letting my bare tits bounce out from underneath as I pulled it over my head. I now stood there topless in my knee-length navy blue skirt and 1" black heels. John's eyes focused like a laser on my tits. I saw a bulge in his trousers forming.

"Britney dear, I think he's casting his vote..." I said motioning towards his dick with my eyes.

"Why it certainly looks like it." she replied dropping to her knees and undoing his belt and trouser buttons. He stood there frozen in fear like we were going to kill him or something, as Britney pulled everything below the waist to his ankles. Despite his height and appearance, Britney got nearly hit in the face by his 6.5" cock as it sprung out from his boxers.

"Jesus, I can't believe a boy as shy as you has been hiding a cock like this..." I said looking at it.

Britney removed her bra and without a second thought wrapped her lips around his cock. It was as if you turned the clock back 10 years, Britney was back in her slut phase on his shaft. I walked up behind her, now wearing nothing but my heels, resting the bush over my naked pussy on the back of Britney's head as she bobbed up and down on black cock, taking John's head in my hands and saying, "No one is here to stop us, we know this feels good for you. Just enjoy the ride, sweetie." before I gave him a kiss. For at least the next 10 minutes we took turns sucking his cock. We did everything in the book do this man's cock, getting nastier than even the most deranged whore out there. Pretty soon though, the sucking had to stop. I tapped Britney on the cheek to get her off his cock then stood up and pushed Jon on the chest back into his seat. Thankfully his chair didn't have armrests as I got up and straddled his lap, guiding his glistening wet shaft into my pussy. I ran the head of it through the folds of my cunt before dropping down on it, feeling him stretch me as I sank deeper down.

When I say I rode this man's cock, I mean I rode it like a fucking cowgirl. Grinding and bouncing and twerking on it like there was a camera filming me for money. Britney sat behind me lending her tongue on my asshole as it bounced up on his cock. The whole time I held my pale white tits up against his face, and for the first time he showed something other than nervous anxiety as he sucked on them and kissed my nipples. After a while I got off and let Britney take her turn. Her pale white ass looked so good swallowing his black cock shaft into her fertile white cunt. Hubby wouldn't be pleased at all, especially knowing we went after him as we did. He barely came out of his shell, but we were loosing our minds. To put it bluntly, we were tow white whores fucking ourselves in the office with a living black dildo. The clock now read 6:45, and we were still working ourselves over on him good and hard. He might not look like the typical black pornstar, but he had the endurance of one. The whole floor, empty save for us, echoed with the sounds of skin clapping against skin, and our orgasmic cries of ecstasy.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST JOHN! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FUCKING CUM AGAIN!" Britney shouted at the brink of her second of three orgasms she'd have today.

"MY FUCKING GOD! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS, FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT! FUCK YES!" I shouted when I hit my first orgasm.

We fucked ourselves on his cock till we hit an orgasm, then swapped. But it was now later than we expected to last and I was grinding against the base of his shaft. "I'm your fucking bitch, John! I'm your fucking bitch! Fuck me like the slut I am!" I said in his ear. He began to sweat as he neared his breaking point. "F-Fuck, Courtney! I'm about to cum!" he said finally.

"It's gonna be hard to tell my husband why I have cum on my face, Britney. We better have him creampie me." I told her.

"Aw, I wanted him to cum in me! Oh well, there's always next time, right big boy?" Britney said stroking his face with her hand. I sank down harder, grinding his cock to the deepest depths of my womb, feeling his cock twitch and swell before finally erupting inside me. "O-OH F-FUCK YES!" he moaned as his balls drained out into my pussy. Every last drop sat in my cervix, not even a drop leaked out after such an explosive orgasm. I just sat there on his lap, his cock firmly mounted in my pussy, my pale tits pressed against his chest, our heads together sweating. Britney kneeing behind me licking my holes from behind hoping fora taste of cum. He was too deep for that, my pussy is too greedy to share cum from a black cock.

"I'm sorry for hogging all the cum Britney, I just got carried away in the moment." I said to her as I finally stood up of him.

"It's alright. You two looked sexy as ever. I can imagine you back in school getting passed around by those drunken frat boys, used like a cheap slut. I'll get my load soon enough." she replied.

John sat there in blissful silence as we got dressed and tried our best to straighten up. We got carried away in passion and hoped our husbands wouldn't smell the sex on us when we got home. We both gave John one last kiss, saying our goodbyes before leaving him there naked. An short drive later I was home again. The house was quiet which meant the kids were gone. I got to the stairs when I heard from the living room, "Hi honey, how was work?" from my husband.

"Oh the usual, just helping the new guy with some of his work. I'm gonna go take a quick shower. I was really sweating today..." I said.

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This one's for you Britney, I hope you get off to it! Also John, if you're reading this, Britney and I talked about the idea of us flipping the script and dominating a black guy instead of our usual tales of getting worked over by one. We both know you're our sexy friend on here. More stories to come, I have more ideas now. Attached are the inspiration images for mine (brunette) and Britney's (ginger) character's. Thank you all for reading, and keep the comments friendly!