In the dimly lit front office, a tall, dark-skinned woman named Tasha sat behind the reception desk. Her shift was almost over, and she couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over her. As the last few minutes ticked by, Tasha suddenly heard a faint knock on the door. She glanced up to see a man, roughly her age, with short-cropped hair, and a muscular build.
“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” Tasha said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
The man looked at her, his eyes pleading. “Please, I’ve had a really rough day, and I just need someone to talk to. I promise I won’t be long.”
Tasha hesitated for a moment, then sighed, relenting. “Fine, but make it quick.”
The man approached her, a grateful smile on his face. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. By the way, I’m Jamal.”
“Tasha,” she replied, gesturing to the seat opposite her. “What’s on your mind?”
Jamal hesitated, then leaned in closer to Tasha. “To be honest, it’s not just my mind that’s been on my mind. I’ve been having some…urges, and I don’t know who else to turn to.”
Tasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of urges?”
Jamal’s gaze dropped to Tasha’s lips, then back up to her eyes. “The kind that’s been keeping me up at night. I’ve been having these…thoughts about you, and I can’t shake them.”
Tasha felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn’t back away. Instead, she leaned in closer to Jamal, their faces just inches apart.
“What kind of thoughts?” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jamal’s hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Tasha’s face. “I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it.”
Tasha’s breath hitched as she felt a wave of desire wash over her. She leaned in closer still, their lips brushing against each other in a soft, tentative kiss. Jamal’s hand moved to the back of Tasha’s neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue explored her mouth.
Tasha’s hands moved to Jamal’s chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. She let out a soft moan as Jamal’s other hand moved to her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the fabric of her bra.
Jamal broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “Tasha, I want you. I want to make love to you right here, right now.”
Tasha hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her own desire overpowering any reservations she might have had. She stood up, leading Jamal to the nearby couch.
Jamal’s hands moved to Tasha’s hips, pulling her closer as they kissed again. Tasha’s hands moved to Jamal’s belt, quickly undoing it and pulling down his pants. She gasped as she saw his hard cock, already glistening with precum.
Jamal’s hands moved to Tasha’s skirt, lifting it up and revealing her bare pussy. He let out a low growl, then knelt down in front of her, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Tasha let out a loud moan as Jamal’s tongue explored her pussy, his fingers moving to her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She could feel her orgasm building, her legs shaking as Jamal’s tongue continued to work its magic.
With one final thrust of his tongue, Tasha’s orgasm crashed over her, her moans filling the room as Jamal continued to lick and suck at her pussy.
Jamal stood up, his cock pressing against Tasha’s pussy. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Fuck me, Jamal,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Jamal didn’t need any further encouragement. He thrust into Tasha, filling her up completely. Tasha’s moans filled the room as Jamal began to thrust faster and harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
Tasha’s hands moved to Jamal’s ass, pulling him deeper into her as she matched his rhythm. She could feel another orgasm building, her muscles tightening around Jamal’s cock.
With one final thrust, Tasha’s orgasm crashed over her, her moans mingling with Jamal’s own as he filled her up with his cum.
Breathless and satisfied, Tasha and Jamal collapsed onto the couch, their bodies still entwined.
“I never knew working late could be so much fun,” Tasha said, a sly smile on her face.
Jamal chuckled, his hand moving to Tasha’s breast. “I can’t wait to see what else we can come up with.”
