No Evidence |

My company recently moved into their newly built office building. It was sleek and modern, with a hightech security system that required employees to swipe their ID cards to enter. I needed an ID card, so I headed to the IT office to get my ID set up.

Upon arrival, I was immediately drawn to the handsome black man working there. As an Asian woman who grew up in a predominantly white and Asian community, I didn’t often encounter African American men. I found him extremely attractive and began flirting with him.

“Well, hello there, handsome,” she cooed, giving him an alluring smile. “I’m Meiko, the new marketing assistant. I need to get set up with my ID and security clearance.”

He glanced up from his computer, his espressocolored eyes locking with mine. “Hi Meiko, welcome to the team. I’m Darnell,” he replied politely, not taking the bait. “Let me get that processed for you.”

I pouted slightly as I noticed Darnell’s wedding ring glinting on his finger. On his desk was a framed picture of his beautiful wife. Damn, he was married. Rather than deterring me, this actually turned me on even more. There was something so tantalizing about seducing a man who was supposed to be offlimits. Seeing that I could rock his world and make him choose me over his wife sent a forbidden thrill through my body. I had to have him.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Darnell asked, handing me the freshly printed ID badge.

I shook my head, hummed “Nope,” and sashayed out of the office, swaying my hips knowing he’d looking. I’d have to try a different tactic to get this handsome IT hubby eating out of my palm. Or rather, eating me out.

Since my initial flirting attempts weren’t working, I decided to try a different approach. The following day, I returned to the IT department and told him that his boss had left some keys for me in his office.

“Hi Darnell, your boss asked me to pick up some keys he left on his desk.” I was lying through my teeth. “Do you mind helping me look?”

Darnell furrowed his brow but agreed to help. I followed in after him. We ended up in a tight, cramped corner behind the desk. Our arms and hips bumped, hands occasionally grazing each other as we pretended to search for the nonexistent keys.

I made sure to “accidentally” brush my ass against Darnell’s crotch, feeling him twitch beneath his slacks. Maybe he was interested after all. Or maybe he was just playing hard to get. But I was determined not to give up on this y married man; I kept pressing my luck.

Due to the COVID pandemic, most employees worked from home, so it was usually just the two of us on that side of the building. I started “accidentally” breaking things on my floor that would require IT assistance—a printer jamming, the projector not turning on, and losing WiFi connectivity. Each time, Darnell would come to my rescue, his eyes darkening with barely restrained desire every time our bodies touched.

I had him right where I wanted him. I planned my next move carefully. On Friday afternoon, when the office was nearly empty, I called the IT department with yet another “emergency.” Darnell came down to check it out for me.

“I’m so sorry to bother you again,” I purred as he entered, “but my internet connection won’t connect. I can’t get any work done.”

Darnell gave a curt nod and bent over my computer, his muscular back straining against his tailored dress shirt. I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. Time to make my move.

I stepped forward and turned the lock on her door, trapping us in the room alone. Then, in one swift motion, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse down to my cleavage and perched on the edge of the desk next to him. My black pencil skirt rode up, revealing the smooth skin of my toned thighs.

“Actually, Darnell,” I confessed breathlessly, “my computer’s not working because I unplugged my internet cable on purpose. I just wanted an excuse to get you alone.”

When he turned around to plug it back in, I slid off the desk and pressed my body against his, pinning him to the wall with my curvy frame. Darnell’s eyes widened, but he didn’t resist as I captured his mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue delving past his lips to stroke his own.

I could feel his resistance melting away as his hands came to rest on her hips. Then I felt his cock stiffen in his pants. Emboldened, I slid my palm down to cup the straining bulge in his slacks. He groaned and finally relented, kissing me back deeply. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Darnell,” I moaned into his mouth, “I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”

My hands worked to unbuckle his belt and pants, freeing his huge, thick black cock. With a groan, Darnell gave in, his kiss turning hungry and demanding. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass and reaching into my blouse, roughly groping my breasts and pinching my nipples hard enough to hurt. I whimpered and writhed against him, my pussy already soaking wet and aching for his touch.

In a frenzy of lust, they tore at each other’s clothes, buttons flying everywhere. I let out a pleasured moan and sank to my knees in front of him. Holding his shaft, I licked a slow stripe from the tip to the base, swirling my tongue around the head. Then I took him deep into my mouth, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive size as I sucked him off. He thrust shallowly against my face, clearly enjoying the oral attention.

Once he was fully erect and leaking, Darnell lifted me onto the desk and pushed my skirt up around my hips. He yanked my soaked panties down my thighs and tossed them aside. Then his fingers were on me, stroking my slick folds, dipping them inside me, making me cry out.

“Darnell, please,” I begged shamelessly, spreading my thighs wider. “I need your cock. Fuck me now!”

He notched his cockhead at my entrance. With one hard thrust, Darnell buried his thick shaft balls deep into my tight, wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big!” I cried out, feeling deliciously stretched by his huge dick.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him deeper, my nails raking down his back. Darnell set a hard, fast pace, pounding into my willing body with abandon. The desk creaked beneath us with the force of his thrusts. One hand grabbed my tit roughly while the other rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts.

He pushed me down onto the desk and shoved himself deeper inside of me.

I was so aroused that I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. And so desperate for his cock that it didn’t take me long to reach the edge. After a few minutes, I could feel an orgasm surging through my body.

“Yes, fuck, just like that,” I begged, my tits bouncing with every snap of his hips. “Don’t stop. I’m so close…” The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum!” I warned him.

“Me too,” he grunted, slamming into me particularly deeply.

“Don’t pull out,” I begged. “I’m on birth control.”

With a silent scream, I came hard, my pussy clamping down on Darnell’s pistoning cock.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back as he fucked me harder. “I wasn’t planning to,” he whispered in my ear. “No evidence.”

He sheathed himself to the hilt and exploded inside me with a groan, spurting what felt like endless ropes of thick cum directly against my cervix. I could feel his hot cum painting my walls, and I shivered with illicit pleasure, knowing he’d claimed me as his.

In the aftermath, we stayed locked together, Darnell still buried inside my fluttering sheath. As I peppered his sweatdampened skin with kisses, humming contentedly.

“Well well,” she purred, giving him a wicked smile. “Looks like I broke you after all.”

Darnell just chuckled and flipped their positions, so Meiko was sprawled on top of him. “Careful what you wish for,” he growled, his hands kneading her ass. “Now you’ll have to deal with the consequences. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”

After a moment, I got up on shaky legs, knelt to clean his cock with my mouth, and then stood to kiss him deeply, sharing our mixed essence.

“No evidence,” I whispered back to him with a wink before straightening my clothes and unlocking my office door. I knew this was far from over. From now on, we would be every chance we got when we were alone together, which seemed to be at least once or twice a week.

As a cheater and a lover of married men, I couldn’t wait to continue our illicit affair in all sorts of compromising positions and locations—in the bathrooms, conference rooms, and even other people’s offices. And I especially couldn’t wait to feel his big black cock filling up my needy pussy again and again. I was addicted to the thrill of stealing him away from his wife.