One day I came to my friend's office at the weekend: he did not answer the calls, and I thought that he might be sitting at work.

He had a secretary, very typical, named Natasha, I saw her a couple of times. I say that she is typical, because she was beautiful, with long slim legs, blonde; her face was decorated with blue eyes and in general she was like a doll. Earlier, I paid attention to her small but sufficient chest, slender waist and a pleasant soft voice. I never paid much attention to my friend’s secretaries, so I didn’t look too closely. And today, when I came to the office, on the thirtieth floor of a skyscraper in the central part of Pittsburgh, I found that there was no friend and was not expected, but Natasha was sitting at the table and obviously doing nothing.

The office was completely empty, there was no one, and I started talking to the girl.

Natasha spoke with a sweet Russian accent, and we talked - about anything specifically - for about half an hour. By the way, I look quite good, I am African American, and, of course, I like blondes. I especially liked this Russian girl of model appearance. I got great pleasure from the conversation, all the time looking at her long, chiseled legs, and her glorious breasts, she looked cool in her dark short skirt and white blouse. I could not help but dwell on the idea that we are all alone in this building, on a hot summer afternoon, and that this girl likes me.

She seemed to be teasing me; I saw it in her eyes while our conversation became more and more frivolous. Then in her blue eyes appeared "well, fuck me", then after a second "forget about everything, I'm not for people like you!".

We talked, I soon found out that she was 20 years old, she came from Ukraine about 1 year ago and that now she has no boyfriend at all. It was a bit too much for me. I started to get very excited about this blonde bitch. She continued to tease me, arched her back and laid, as if by chance, her hands on her chest, suddenly spread her long, tanned legs a little, and then shifted them again. I could not help but think that she was probably very bored today.

It was about two in the afternoon, the summer day reached its peak. We were now talking about black people and about them, as she innocently put it, “equipment”. She asked me, as an expert, how we had “equipment,” and I felt that my equipment was getting up. Her lips, when she spoke that word, moved so sexy. Her blue eyes blinked so innocently. I was lost in dirty thoughts, and she asked me:

“What about your equipment, Mr. Tipps?” Does it satisfy you?

“You can call me Jack,” I replied, a little - do not believe it - confused.

“Well, yeah, Jack,” she drawled playfully. She lay back in her swiveling chair. - How is your equipment, is it large?

She obviously and openly teased me. However, I could not endure all this. I got up, walked over to her, leaned over and passionately kissed her half-open lips. At first she resisted, put her hands on my chest. But I pressed her to me, feeling what a hot body she had under a thin blouse, and began to kiss forcibly, and she clearly understood: if now she says “No,” I will simply rape her. So she responded to my kiss, her lips opened and she let my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues caressed each other. I hugged her, ran my hand into her thick blonde hair, crushed her breasts through a thin blouse.

My cock burst through the material of the trousers, and Natasha lowered her thin hand and began to stroke it. I quickly pushed her away, and saw that on her puffy lips there was a lascivious, contented smile.

- So, Jack, you have something big enough there, huh? She asked cheerfully. Her eyes were clouded.She again leaned back in her swivel chair.

I walked away from her and sat on the edge of the table. I was sweating with excitement.

“I have a task for you, Miss Pavlenko,” I said in my most businesslike tone, but could not bear it, and said her name very passionately. She smiled politely.

- Yes, Mr. Tipps, how can I help you? - She responded, getting up from her chair. Her eyes now clearly said: "Fuck me!". I looked at the young Russian secretary with wild lust.

- Where is Mr. Clay? - I asked about my friend.

“He’s not in the office today, sir, but maybe I can somehow help you relax?” She leaned forward and smiled playfully.

- Undress, girl, or I'll tear off your clothes with you! - I cried. I couldn't play anymore, it was just unbearable.

- With pleasure, sir!

She quickly unbuckled her blouse, removed her bra, exposing a pair of beautiful breasts. They were as tanned as the rest of the body. In the navel she had a piercing. She slowly took off, looking into my eyes, her short dark skirt, and remained only in shoes and little white thong panties. She laid her hands on them.

- Stop! I'll take it off you myself! - I said, grinning.

- Yes, sir.

She spoke these simple words so playfully, with such readiness to obey all my desires, that I immediately decided to plug this mouth with my “equipment” and said to the half-naked girl standing in front of me in an empty office:

- Get on your knees, Miss Pavlenko, and suck my black dick: he needs your attention.

- Yes, sir!

She knelt on the carpet and crawled to me through the office. Her almost naked tanned body moved with grace and grace. She crawled up to me, raised her beautiful face and looked up at me. Her blond bangs fell on her tanned forehead. I croaked:

- Come on, Miss Pavlenko, work.

With her thin fingers, she quickly unbuckled my belt, pants, and unzipped my fly. My pants fell to the floor. The member rested against my underwear, and she slowly lowered them to my knees, with some difficulty, because my 9-inch body was finally free. He swayed in front of her face, and she opened her beautiful blue eyes wide, mouth half open.

- Such a big dick, Jack! - She whispered, already quite serious. She saw what the problem was. She was clearly frightened.

- Suck it, Natasha, NOW! - I cried.

I watched with a feeling of complete pleasure, as she touched my long, black, fat cock with her slender fingers, clasped him, made a few motions of movement, and finally leaned toward him with her sweet lips.

She first kissed the head. Then she diligently licked her, then licked her trunk, sank down to my black hairy testicles, applied a layer of saliva on them, sucked them into her mouth and sucked them a little. At the same time she gently stroked my trunk with her hand. She broke away from the testicles with a loud smacking of lips, lifted herself on her knees, bent over the head and opened her mouth wide. Her tongue half popped out. She hardly put my fat, long cock in her mouth. Her lips stretched, she planted his head on him and began to carefully suck him.

Her blond hair moved back and forth between my black legs. I listened to the sweet smacking sounds when she caressed my cock with her tongue and lips, her whole mouth served me, she was all arched towards me, her hands were now holding the edges of the table. I was sweating, I pulled off my shirt and threw it to the side; streams of sweat flowed down to the hair in my groin and below, where a young Russian girl worked with her gentle hot mouth. No prostitute has ever served me that way. And I always wore a condom, and here this model girl sucked my naked black dick for free.

Her back arched, I saw a white strip of panties on her back ...