In the dimly lit office building, after all the other workers had gone home for the day, sat Rhonda and Jamal. Both were dark-skinned, Rhonda with her short, curly hair and Jamal with his shaved head and goatee. They had been working closely together for months, but tonight something felt different.
It started with a shared glance across the room, their eyes meeting and holding for a moment longer than usual. Rhonda felt her heart race as she watched Jamal cross the room towards her. His cologne was intoxicating, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine as he approached.
“Rhonda,” he began, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
She looked up at him, her breath hitching in her throat. “Really?”
He nodded, taking a step closer. “Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about how good you look, and how much I want to kiss you.”
Rhonda’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt herself leaning towards him. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, and she could feel her body responding to his touch.
Before she knew it, they were wrapped up in each other’s arms, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Rhonda’s fingers traced the muscles of Jamal’s back, while his hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer to him.
As they broke apart for air, Jamal’s hands began to wander up Rhonda’s skirt, caressing her thighs and making their way to her wet, eager pussy. She gasped as he began to stroke her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Fuck, Jamal,” she moaned, her head falling back as he continued to work his magic.
He smiled, his fingers sliding inside her wet pussy. “You like that, baby?”
She nodded, unable to speak as he began to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb still circling her clit.
“I want to taste you,” he growled, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and bringing them to his mouth.
Rhonda watched, her breath hitching as he sucked her juices off his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Bend over,” he commanded, his voice low and full of desire.
She did as she was told, bending over the desk and sticking her ass out towards him. She heard him unzip his pants, and then felt the head of his cock pressing against her wet entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as he slid inside her, filling her up completely.
He began to fuck her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Rhonda could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her moans growing louder and more frantic.
“Yes, Jamal, fuck me harder,” she begged, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk.
He obliged, his hips pistoning faster and harder as he drove himself deeper inside her. Rhonda could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his cock as she cried out in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her legs shaking as she came hard around his cock.
Jamal groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own release. Rhonda could feel his cock twitching inside her as he came, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum.
They collapsed onto the desk, their breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Rhonda couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she knew one thing for sure – she wanted more.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Rhonda knew that this was just the beginning of many more after-hours delights to come.
