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A few years ago I worked as an office help in a warehouse during the summer vacations in my hometown (somewhere in Central Europe :)). So sorry for my English, I am not a native speaker. My story became rather long, as I indulged in this hot memory and became quite horny again writing it down 🙂

I just turned 19 and wanted to earn some money to finance my studies. So I got this temporary job for a few weeks from my aunt, who was a secretary in this warehouse office – but she was really lazy as I soon discovered: Most of the time she wasn’t in the office at all, but stood in the yard and smoked while I logged all the incoming goods. For the paperwork, the workers had to come from the warehouse across the yard to our little office several times a day. When I was out and about in the business, I soon noticed that the workers (all men) were looking at me. They were all sweet to me. Some of the older ones treated me in an expelled friendly way, while at the same time they were bossing around the young male workers 🙂

On the very first day, I was happily surprised to discover that one of the young workers who came in more often with papers was quite a friendly and funny guy – he was a bit shy in dealing with me, but I felt a connection with him right away. He told me that he had three sisters and that his family came from West Africa. He was the only black person in the business and there aren’t many black guys in my hometown. I liked his smile and wondered he was pretty hot as well: he was 21 and had a lean, well-toned body, as far as I could tell.

So during the week he came in several times a day, we got along great and laughed a lot. The other workers usually sent him to my office with the paperwork, since everyone (except my aunt) worked pretty hard and wanted to get off work early. I noticed him getting a little more nervous every day. This could have also been because I was wearing pretty breezy, short clothes (it was high summer and really hot): I was mostly wearing shorts and a top that showed quite a bit of skin. I wondered I was teasing him a bit and wore shorter and shorter clothes every day, until I finally ditched the bra on Friday. That day I made sure, while he was waiting in front of my desk for me to process his papers, he could look deep into my cleavage, at my firm breasts and also my bright pink nipples peeking out a bit. When he stammered that he wondered I was quite cute, his nervousness transferred to me: I blushed, smiled sheepishly, and then there was a brief, akward silence. He also smiled a little coyly, didn’t say anything and then he even turned back toward the door! I frantically thought what to say. So I threw the question after him, asking if he could come back to the office later in the afternoon and help me with my paperwork. That was a silly request: He didn’t know how to help with my office duties, but I already knew from my aunt that everyone else got off work very early on Friday afternoons. He said with a relieved smile “Sure, I’m coming” and out he went.

That tense moment got me pretty excited. It was the height of summer, I was only wearing these light shorts and when I went to the bathroom I found my panties were a little damp in the one place where my pussy was touching the fabric. I could hardly wait until my aunt said goodbye early in the afternoon and I saw across the yard from the office how more and more workers were going into the weekend.
Finally there was a knock on the office door and my young black colleague walked in with his charmingly shy smile and his slim, fit body. At that moment my horniness dominated me so I became rather self-determined in my appearance. I got up with a smile and asked him if there were still people in the warehouse. I got very close to him and looked up intently into his gorgeous, dark brown eyes.

He said that everyone had already left. Now he also got brave and touched me carefully but tenderly on my shoulders and started to kiss. But at that moment I had nothing in mind with romance, I wanted to explore him and his body now. So I guided his hands and his lips to the rest of my body and we began fondling each other tightly with increasing excitement. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter and all I could think about was discovering his cock. We both breathed heavily. I told him to get his manhood out. He did as ordered. It was a gorgeous piece that he took out of his pants: the size to match his slim, young body, very straight, pointing upwards and of course already rock hard. A nice thick drop of precum was already pushing out of this gorgeous black cock. A part of me wanted to feel him inside me. But there was this other part of me that was waking up and becoming more dominant: I wanted to tell him what to do and how to do it! I wanted control over him and his actions. So I told him to stay where he was and slowly jerk his cock up and down while I sat down on the desk in front of him and spread my legs. I pushed my panties apart under my skirt and he could jerk off and watch as I began to caress my clitoris and moisten it with my pussy juice. I was so wet by now that I could hear my fingers smacking as I wiped and stroked around my opening with increasing intensity.

I gave him instructions on how fast and how slow to jerk off. First he looked at me questioningly, but he was also very horny and did as he was told. I think he quickly found it exciting to take orders from me, an innocent looking young thing. I slowly pulled my top down and caressed my tits and nipples with one hand. As we both masturbated along, I told him numerous times to stop stroking: Then he had to stop jerking off for a while until I granted him to continue stroking! At first he looked at me in surprise and a little disbelieving, but I could tell he was enjoying the fact that I was in control of his cock. He was only allowed to look at my tight body and see how I masturbated – but he wasn’t allowed to touch me. His horniness was getting stronger. With every “stop” he became a little more desperate, but at the same time I noticed how it turned him on like a beast. I myself felt the first orgasmic waves coming from my pussy, which became stronger and stronger throughout my body.

The few guys I’ve had sex with in the past have at all times aroused me greatly by their cumshots. But I also knew that afterwards they became limp and sluggish. After shooting their load, none of my previous lovers really wanted to continue satisfying me… while my oven was only just getting really hot and ready for more! For a short time in the office, I had the diabolical idea of ​​denying my dear colleague his orgasm altogether and thereby preserving his horniness. But when I saw him massaging his hard cock in all his youthful splendor according to my instructions with his precum dripping down, I didn’t want to do that to him. After some minutes I noticed how he could hardly contain himself. But my desire to dominate him was stronger than my wish of cumming together. And I didn’t want him shooting his cum uncontrollably in my aunt’s office either. So I looked around and picked up the small trash can that was next to my desk.

I crossed my legs so that my pussy was now shut from his eyes. Because of the lack of sight, he might be able to hold out a little longer, I wondered to myself. Nevertheless I toyed provocatively with my tits as I ordered him to jerk off faster and faster now. I watched his facial expression closely. Noticing the twitch in his face and his mouth opening, I held the trash can in front of his cock, which violently discharged itself into the can with thick, milky ropes. When my good colleague stopped cumming and moaning, he looked at me with his head down and slightly shaking it, panting heavily. But he smiled and seemed relieved. He was about to tell me something when we suddenly heard a door slam shut from outside. There was someone else in the building! We looked at each other with horrified looks. I quickly pulled my top back up and packed my things while he struggled to shove his still hard, dripping cock down his pants. Luckily, a second door from the office faced the exit directly, allowing both of us to escape unseen. We said nothing and I quickly ran to my bike and jumped onto it. He was behind me because he had to go to the nearby bus stop. I turned around, blew a kiss after him with a gigantic smile, and pedaled away. On the way home, I felt my panties completely soaked with my juice.

When I got off my bike at home in my parents’ garage, even the leather saddle had a dark, damp stain. I paused: This very afternoon I had unleashed something in the office that would bring me great joy in the years to come – using my sexual energy to control men and subjugate them to my will, when and how I want it.

NSFW: yes

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