I went about my life at work woodenly and snapped at my coworkers for the slightest infraction.My thoughts were interrupted by the jangling of the tel...phone. With shaking hand I reached and picked it up. "Hello"His voice was booming. "How dare you call me and hang up, slut? Just who the fuck do you think you are?"I realized sickly that he must have Caller ID™. "I'm sorry, Sir," I mumbled. "I called and then I got scared."His voice calmed somewhat. "Well, what was it you wanted, slut?"I wanted. I got her to suck me off as I fingered her pussy. She was so wet I thought at first she had wet herself. After sucking me for a while she went to get on top of me and fuck me but I told her to get her mouth back on my cock and suck me till I gave her my cum in her mouth. She did as she was told and I shot my load into her mouth and watched as she smiled and swallowed it. Now that she was horny and wanting a fuck I told her to come with me to get the car. So we walked to the garage which was. She would carry a little purse on a long strap with $200-$300 in cash and an assortment of condoms and a lipstick and some gum and nothing else. She would go to a hotel bar in an area near the airport. She would hang out at the bar and nurse a drink until I came up and asked her the cost of a date and what was available in earshot of other bar patrons and the bartender. Well, she went to the bar all dressed up in a micro mini and a push up bra and showing off her cleavage and I was on my way. Emily thought ruefully that earlier this evening she had been concerned that Clint might want to fuck her outside her marriage, and now the one in her pussy was a man she had only known for an hour, and she was sucking her boss who would obviously soon be the second to share his magnificent erection with her.She was now understanding why black men made such great lovers. She was fast becoming a convert.Her phone buzzed with a text. Must be her husband, she thought.Damn it, she had forgotten to.