This story is about the general director of one of the Moscow firms - Sergey Ivanovich and his unusual secretary. Even when she came to get a job, he just could not take his eyes off her. Her name was Coyet, she was from somewhere in West Africa. Black chocolate skin, black shoulder-length hair, thick African lips. Even then, Sergei wondered what it was like when your cock covered such healthy lips. Coyet was small, slender in stature, with a huge ass for black women. Pretty breasts a little more than the second size was clearly visible through the neckline. Sergey immediately accepted her without even thinking about her skills.

She worked for him for about six months, bringing coffee to his office and stirring his dick with his gait. Sergey several times thought about dismissing her, as she prevented him from remaining focused, but he did not dare every time. Coyet was agitated by her body and wild African eyes not only the imagination of the general director, but also all the male employees in the office. However, with all of this in communication, she seemed a sweet and even modest girl. She was twenty-seven years old and in Russia there were no suitor at that time. Married Sergei, who was almost forty, was thinking about how to care for this chocolate, but he was afraid that his relationship with the secretary would affect his reputation. All that was enough for him was fantasies in which Coyet held a special place.

Once, having quarreled with his wife, whom he hated, Sergey came to work in a terrible mood.

“I have nobody,” he threw Coyet, “walking past her table with a bottle of whiskeyman in his hands.” In his office, he drank glass after glass until he had completely drained the bottle. He was pretty lucky, but he wanted to have another drink and asked Coyet to bring him more whiskey. A few minutes later, the little woman brought him a bottle of healing liquid.

“Here is your whiskey, Sergei Ivanovich,” she said, slowly sneaking around the room to the table of her boss.

- Thank. Could you do one more thing?

- Of course.

- Close the blinds, head from the light breaks.

Coyet turned and walked toward the study windows. Sergei Ivanovich caught his eyes in her ass and charming legs and immediately sobered up. In black pantyhose, on black shoes, these legs just fascinated him. A bulging Negro ass, looming ovals on a black skirt made sober up and his cock. Coyet closed the blinds, and darkness reigned in the room.

- So good? She asked.

“Yes, just class,” he replied, rising from his seat and moving toward her. Now I will fuck you, bitch, and no one will hurt me, he thought, swallowing drool and stealing closer and closer to her. As a result, he approached her, pressed her against the front door, so that she could not escape and began to kiss her widest lips. She did not respond to the kiss, but those dark lips were just something for Sergey, who were already tired of his pretty skinny wife with her botex. Coyet tried to push him away, but it was impossible to do. Sergey, pawing her left hand over her ass, with his right, closed the door on the lock. Hearing a characteristic click, Coyet was frightened and began to break out harder, but Sergey was persistent. He lifted her skirt up with his left hand, and with his right he climbed under her blouse and bra and began to caress her breasts. Releasing for a few seconds, Coyet muttered: “Please don't, I’ll scream.”

- Yah? - Sergey asked with a smug face, continuing to knead the chest and ass of an African girl. Do you believe? Do you want to look for a new job?

The threat did a great job and Coyet just numb. An African girl who even speaks Russian so well is very difficult to find work in Moscow. We'll have to carry food in the Armenian cafe, which the enemy does not want. Realizing that the secretary was frightened, Sergei grinned and tore up his blouse, so that the buttons fell on the floor.Koyet began to cover her white bra hands.

“I'll just fuck you and everything, Coyet,” he said loudly, not fearing that the door to which he had pressed the chocolate bar was still working. Just fuck and ... maybe you'll get a raise ... If I like it, he whispered in her ear.

Sergey pulled up her skirt, under which were white pants, apparently from the same set as the bra.

“I always wanted to fuck someone like you,” he whispered. Straight in clothes.

He did not take off her panties. Sergey simply broke off her pantyhose, moved his underpants and put a finger into her vagina, causing Coyet to shiver a little. After massaging her hole for a couple of minutes, he abruptly pulled his penis out of his pants, causing a small panic attack on the black woman. Frightened that she screamed, he closed her mouth. Remember what I told you, honey, ”he reminded her of the risk of losing her job. In the next instant, he entered her, feeling a pleasure he had not experienced with his wife. He began to make progress, entering her pussy over and over again with all of his member. With one hand he held her mouth, and the other lifted her leg, so that it was more convenient to enter. Sergey hacked the black secretary puffing like a train trying not to scream with pleasure. Coyen wetted his palm with saliva that came in from her mouth as she tried to scream. There was a knock at the door.

- Sergey Ivanovich?

- Yes, - Sergey answered quietly.

“I heard a knock, is everything all right?”

“Everything is fine,” he answered. Go away

In order not to make a loud noise, he threw Coyen on the Persian carpet. Without losing time, he entered it again and continued to hammer with his dick. Coyen herself already covered her mouth with her hand so as not to scream, and tears began to appear in her eyes. Sergey was absolutely not caring about the feelings of the poor girl, he was like a beast, continued to fuck "dark chocolate", getting new portions of pleasure. Warm African vagina enveloped his cock, took in completely, dipping in its juice. In ecstasy, Sergey tore off Coyen's bra and clutched his teeth in her nipples, gnawing at them so that the girl screamed and immediately abruptly closed her mouth with her hand, causing her boss to grin. Sergei felt that he would soon finish and pulled out a member. Without saying anything, he sat on top of the girl's chest and made her open her mouth. Then Sergey put his penis in her mouth and started to fuck. Nothing special, he thought, just like any other mouth. However, it was necessary to finish, and he wanted to splash sperm just the mouth of his secretary. The girl tried to say something, but it was difficult to do, given that a member was moving in her mouth. Sergey fucked the secretary's mouth with the same force and as her vagina a few minutes ago, holding her hair and directing her face to meet his head. After a few frictions, Sergei began to moan and Coyen felt the fountain of sperm hit her tongue. Sergei finished in her mouth, but for a minute did not pull out his penis from the mouth of the "chocolate". Then he pulled it out, buttoned up his pants, sat down on the sofa and poured himself a whiskey. Coyen was still lying on the carpet in torn clothes and cum in her mouth, silent in tears.

“You will go through the fire exit,” he told her. Today is your day off, clean up. Maybe in the week try your second hole, - Sergey thought to himself and raised the blinds to see how things are in the office. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a thirty-five-year-old Armenian who worked as a manager for him. She was wearing the same clothes as Coyen, only in a red blouse. Black Armenian hair and expressive eyes, and what legs. Hasmik was famous for the fact that she had more than enough men. I put this bitch on, Sergey told himself. And then all the rest peretrakhayu, I'm the boss, damn it.