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The clumsy clacking of keys came from Grace' cubicle in bursts; it was a sign she was doing good work. That she was focused, locked in on whatever her assignment was. Grace did not produce the most punctual work, did not have the skills that merited a competent or talented field agent. She didn't even really know how to hold a gun and every time she was down at the range for practice she banged up her wrists. But behind a computer, she was one of the best in the office; too bad that she worked for a by-the-books and results-driven Midwest FBI field office focused on getting things done.
Heavy carpeting muffled the footsteps that could have warned Grace of someone coming up behind her. She was too busy in the flow of working, though, trying to prove herself and her value to her boss with quality work. She knew it was due an hour ago and that she wasn’t going to have it ready for another day, especially with what she had just uncovered. Details in records that had been overlooked. She scanned her way through the documents before her, letting her fingers fly in bursts of feverish typing, note-taking bursts that were meant to get a lot of information down very quickly to be processed later. She was good at this part. Damn good at this part.
That didn't matter when the words, "Agent Ashcroft," came from behind her. Firm. Insistent. Like they had been said three times already, but were finally able to connect and to connect with enough insistence that she almost jumped out of her seat. Her boss was behind her again. Special Agent in Charge Nathan Dempsey, leading the field office, the man through whom Grace's career very much went through.
"Yes, sir," she gasped. 'I'm sorry. I'm working on the report now, it isn’t finished yet."
"You were due in my office an hour ago," he replied.
"I've found something in the data that we didn't notice, and I'm trying t--"
"You have a report to give me in my office," he said. Firmer. The kind of firm that made her suck down a breath and re-center herself; he was not talking about the overdue report, but he was also definitely letting the overdue report hang above her head, the sword of Damocles ensuring cooperation for the parts that were going to come next.
"Yes, sir, just a moment to gather the papers."
Dempsey took a step forward while she fumbled with her papers, grabbing her chest through her clothes, groping firmly at her small breasts and making her thighs clench together. "Don't take too long." His voice was lower, quieter; no longer was he saying loud enough for anyone idly listening to know that this was about her report. Hew felt her up through her shirt, invoking shudders of hazy need within Grace while her eyes drifted to the swell in his pants. To the cock waiting there, hardening with excitement. Dempsey's willingness to walk away from her cubicle with such a blatant and impossible to miss hard-on was absolutely terrifying to her, making her wonder just how flagrantly everyone around the office knew at least some of their arrangement.
She slammed the folder shut with a collection of whatever she could find and turned around in her seat, only for Dempsey to push her back round a bit, taking a moment to appreciate just feeling her up, making the moment soak in harder for Grace. She wasn't given much of a choice with this, a pressure imposing on her a frustration meant to toy with her in ways she couldn't do anything about. The tension was brilliant and fierce, growing hotter with each second ticking by, where all she understood was that she was definitely going to have to give herself to all of this now.
It wasn't long, though; he let go of her and turned away, leaving her to finally follow. Just the little gestures and power moves. She was shaking a little under the tensions and surprises here, but most of all, she was wet. Really wet. That sort of treatment struck a chord inside of Grace that she never knew how to deal with, and up to her feet, she followed after Dempsey in a dizzy rush to give herself up to whatever was coming, the strained excitement and frustration of everything that was sure to take her to such an insane place now. How had she gotten into this spot? Her of all people.
Maybe the real tell that she was her boss's fucktoy was that when he called her for sex, she walked head up, totally straight, confidently striding forward. Sure, she was trembling with each step, but Grace knew what he was facing, and whatever ambient worry were in the way, Grace knew exactly what she was going to get into, and that offered her a degree of confidence and certainty no matter how much performance anxiety got to her. She walked into his office, burning with excitement and an utter lack of surprise with the anticipation rising and her body about to be completely fucking ruined.
The door closed and the lock clicked, and the strong hand that she could still feel the aftermath of on her tits was now on her ass, making her gasp her way into being pulled into a kiss. Dempsey was direct and reckless, groaning, "Late again on another report."
"I'm sorry, sir, really, I'm--"
"No apologies," Dempsey said. "Not with your words. Take it out."
Grace shuddered, the frustration and the hunger rising up within her. She knew what she had to do and she reached into the frustration and strangeness of a pleasure and a chaos she was ready t give herself up to. Her hand grasped at his pants, feeling around at the swell of his cock waiting for her. She knew what she had to do and she was excited about doing it, clumsily undoing his belt and preparing herself for her duties.
"I'm always looking out for you, Grace. There's nothing in your file about how perpetually late your reports are, or how erratic your work ethic can be. And there’s only thing I ask in exchange for protecting you. Can you tell me what that is?"
Fishing out his big, black cock from his pants, Grace stifled the inevitable moan begging to come out. She knew the answer, and it flowed easy in this state. "To be your snowbunny whore, sir," she replied
"That's right," Dempsey said. Patient. Steady. He let her keep working her hand along his cock, doing nothing hasty while he soaked in the way she sank into this mess.
Caressing along his shaft, Grace continued, "To be your white slut in the office, and worship your big, black cock." She knew the words he wanted her to say, but more pressingly, she knew the expectations heavy upon her, the weight of his desires making her body shiver in frustration. She understood what she had to do to make him feel good, knew the toll of all this pressure, but she was a professional, ready to give him that without hesitation, accepting the utter strangeness here.
Yes, she was being exploited by her boss to cover up the problems in her performance, and she knew that. Knew it was wrong. Her mom's journalistic ethics had rubbed off on her and given her plenty to hate about powerful people using their powers for corrupt ends. But there was no way for Grace to resist the good she felt in it. In her hand was her boss's throbbing, rock hard cock. Big. Black. Long. Thick. Ready to do things to her that felt good enough that she couldn't really ignore the temptations. She needed to open herself up to this pressure and earn some leniency, and rather than detest how blatantly that cut to the core of her moral convictions, she just had to accept that this was the only true path awaiting her.
Strong hands greedily felt her up, determined with careless excitement to pressure her with the persistence and the hunger of what he was after, the groping indulgence that continued to impose on her the maddening worries she couldn't escape. She was there, cornered in his office, basking in the frustration of knowing she did really want this and letting him feel her body up, her slender form never feeling to herself like anything too spectacular, but her boss was all over her too much for her to doubt herself too much. His ruthless touches were driven to keep up this pressure.
Faster along his cock she stroked, melting into his touch, letting the temptations be more and more of the pleasure she craved, unable to deal with the insistence that drowned her thoughts out in hotter, harder confusion now. She was trapped in this all without much sense or hope of pulling back, losing track of her thoughts while she learned how far she could go and how easily these worries could get to her. The pleasure was intoxicating, infuriating, pressuring Grace with something so up-front in its embarrassment. She was fucking her boss, not even to get promotions, but to keep from getting in trouble. Fucking her boss because her love life was dead in the water and having a big, black cock stretch her holes out at work was just about the only action she could get, and it was more than good enough for her to feel like she wasn’t even missing out on anything.
"On your knees," Dempsey said, offering a slap to her ass that made her drop down, ready to move right into the frantic and obedient swell of all that awaited her next. She was as needy as ever to give herself up to these sensations, dizzily lost to the simple pressures she knew were there to ruin her.
She'd been intimidated the first few times she saw his cock, but now she felt confident in what she was doing. Maybe more confident about his cock than she ever did about anything normal. Throwing herself into this dizzy mess, she let her hands work in clumsy gestures along the big dick, shuddering through the embarrassing reality check upon her but feeling like she could work through it all. Like she had to.
Her tongue dragged along his cock, eyes looking at him from behind her glasses with a practiced sexual smoulder, ready to give herself in to all of these shuddering pleasures without reason. "I love being your secret snowbunny," she moaned, tongue caressing along his cock with shameless satisfaction, greedy gestures and attentions to have to keep her giving in. She found it easier to deal with than she was expecting, and throwing on some dirty talk to keep him appreciating this, she found it almost impossible to resist the sweet delight behind all this satisfaction now.
Dempsey stood there, saying nothing, letting her do the work. A hand lingered along her shoulder, tracing idly in an intimidating gesture meant to make him shiver in surprise. The attention she built up was a careless, forceful insistence that held only one purpose, and there was little that could do about all of it. His hand continued to move menacingly around her, not doing anything too direct yet, but threatening to, moving with the clear intention of things that left Grace shuddering in surprise, sliding into dizzier worry and confusion with the knowledge that this was going to be too much for her. His cock throbbed in warning; without a word, he let his desires be known, and there was only one thing to do.
Leaning forward, Grace sucked his cock down, shivering in frustration and excitement as she succumbed to this pleasure, starting up on the desires with a neediness burning right through her. Back and forth her head rocked in the beginnings of this frustration, a pleasure imposing on her the dizzier persistence of a pleasure and a frustration to need to roll with. Her lips wrapped around his shaft and a confident slide down begged her along with trembling excitement, desires shuddering up through her body and trapping her in a moment of senseless satisfaction. A simple need cut through her with the underlying pressure of something she had to just give herself to.
Back and forth her head offered, working in motions of careless excitement and desire, back and forth gestures starting up on her with a shuddering rush of hazy frustration, the confused lusts making her need to slip into shuddering, screaming insanity now. The deeper she sucked his cock down, the more urgent she felt, slipping into the haze of her own lust and embracing these feelings in a hotter sweep of satisfaction. Grasping his girthy shaft with both hands, she started at these messy passions, the pleasure and the hunger pushing her into a state of simple, frantic pleasure. Her head and her hand worked carefully together in the embrace of something powerful and determined, an opportunity to open herself up to the pleasures she craved and the knowledge that these feelings were everything she could have wanted. Deeper, hotter pleasure throbbed across her, the invitation to lose herself to this passion and to accept that nothing was going to make her feel better than this expression of total bliss.
Sloppy sucking noises carried her on with tireless excitement, the insistent burn of pleasures she felt herself all caught up in, ready to embrace these dizzy ecstasies with a stubborn sense of profound hunger. The back and forth frustration and spectacle of all these tireless passions were getting to her, guiding her into the pleasure of dizzier, needier hunger, the expressions of desperate, dizzy need to have to surrender to, succumbing in full to the pleasures thrashing across her. It was just head. She had so much more to give, moaning and melting her way into these confusions, the tireless heat to keep her giving in deeper, struggling to understand the fever that took her, and she was happy to just let this all break her down.
Pulling back every now again to mutter, "Thank you," in this hazy mess, Grace was committed to doing what she could to work through all this frustration, a pleasure confusing and demanding in its sheer insistence, weighing her down with renewed intensity and a focus she could do nothing about. The pressure was overbearing, frustrating her with the sheer heat behind all of it. She adored this thick cock making her mouth water, shudders of frustration getting to her while she gave him what he wanted.
"You are a good analyst and an excellent snowbunny," he groaned. "You do good work, but I'd keep you on just for that mouth."
It should have been insulting, but Grace was used to it by now; guiltily, it turned her on. Drawing back, she slapped his cock down onto her outstretched tongue, moaning, "I'd go full time serving your BBC," she moaned. Diving right back down to throw herself into this, she was determined to throw all sense away, the throbbing mania and the hunger she wanted more of. This was the one kind of pressure that she wasn’t afraid to handle, moaning her way down harder, taking his cock in deep.
His hand finally snapped, seizing the back of her head and forcing her down, cramming his thick cock head as deep as it could go in a burst of senseless fever, the aggression that caught her body tight in a burst of panic and excitement. She was locked in the sudden struggle and frustration that hit her. "Gluk gluk gluk," she struggled, her eyes rolling back, her glasses starting to dislodge from their position thanks to the vigorous motion of her head bobbing along; she was a wreck of total frustration now, sliding into the embarrassment and the panic that hit her without a care.
The abrupt facefuck was hardly the action of a man trying to be subtle about his actions in the office, but there was less and less restraint by the second to worry about such things; this was a storm of pure madness to carry on with, the almost brutal persistence that made her head spin in throbbing delirium. Grace continued to suck and slurp and ache in the hottest reaches of frustration, all to let herself give in, all to embrace the shame pulsing across her body with a need to lose herself. Grace let the drool drip down her chin, swollen and dark nuts slapping against it while she surrendered herself fully to these attentions, trembling in disarray and frustration, knowing ultimately that her surrender was foregone. She just had to keep going, had to learn how far she could crumble into this insanity now.
Dempsey drew back with a hard grunt and a burst of sticky, gooey seed all over her face. Grace reeled back, the hand in her hair keeping her head in place while her pretty face received a messy facial for her trouble. Her jaw shook, glasses askew on her face, thoughts spinning off into total confusion while she looked at the hung, black dick firing rope all over her. Every throb sent more spurting out, her body shivering through sweet joy while he showed off the sheer power of his cock. She took every drop of it, shuddering in sweet disarray and loving how far she could fall into this ugliness.
"Did that help?" Grace asked, body shivering through the haze of these dizzying ecstasies, pressures and frustration making her realize too late how deeply lost she was to all this mess. The profound frustration it offered brought on a heat she could do absolutely nothing to fight off.
"It helped," Dempsey said, his cock not yielding even a second. It remained rock hard, threatening and ready. Grace new he needed more than one round, but that was expected, something she was ready for while her body rocked back and forth and the weight of this trembling lust got to her. There was only one choice awaiting her as she grabbed at is cock again, planting kisses all over it, adoring him with sloppy attention and trying to keep him feeling good. The pressure here was a tension straining her with a persistence and a hunger she was going to need to really give herself to.
She couldn't see well behind the cum on her glasses, but she was happy to savour this shaky bliss, a relief of pure satisfaction and the pleasure that she wanted to really give herself up to, the outrageous pleasure to have to appreciate now. "How can I help you more?" she asked.
"My lap," Dempsey said, walking over to his chair and relaxing back in it. "I'm ready to hear you speak more again."
"I'd be happy to," purred Grace. She slipped deeper into a total mindset change, inching forward as she worked her pants off, leaving herself bottomless as she climbed up into his lap. "Happy to tell my boss all about how grateful I am that I get to enjoy his big, black cock as much as I want." She pushed forward in careless excitement, eager to offer herself up in these wicked feelings under the pleasure and the hunger that began to impose upon her something wicked. Lining up over his dick and grasping him firmly, she was ready to do what she could, preparing for the indulgence to come.
Dempsey seized her hips, and with a confident drag, began to pull her down on his cock, making her call out in shakier frustration and excitement. "Ride it," he groaned. "If you can't do one job on time, you'll do the other."
"I like this job even more," she moaned. The sensation of girthy, black dick stretched her inner walls out perfectly, Grace's body bucking about in thrashing, shivering excitement while she gave herself right up to this pleasure, the burning excitement that left her head to spin in throbbing frustration, an almost delirious rush of all the most shameless of pleasures, keeping up the excitement of something she gave in to with burning need now. The hands n her hips were a nice little addition, but they weren’t a necessary guidance for her; she knew her role here, and found herself oddly confident about giving in to it. Maybe it was how readily and eagerly all this sloppy pleasure hit her, the swelling rush of pleasures she was going to have to give her right up to.
Grace didn't fuck like someone trying to keep her job, happy to be there impaled on his cock, riding atop him with shuddering throbs of pleasure and passion, proud of how readily she could give herself to all of this, burning with a need aching now across her without sense. Unreasonable, infuriating, driving her up the wall with hunger, she was happy to just let these feelings be her all. There was so much wrong with what he was doing and she found herself caught in the near-impossible thrill of just giving up, letting go of all dignity to keep riding atop him with proud, senseless thrills. This was a direct, cutting rush of pure excitement to have to throw herself into, the up and down vigor of a pleasure she was happy to prove herself able to give her all to.
Every slam down onto his cock filled her up so much, her face twisting trough the ecstasy, lips trembling. Every moan out of her was breathy and romantic, built on a foundation of sloppy hunger rushing through her without a care. The unhesitating need to surrender guided her now, and all she wanted was this opportunity to surrender. The throb of understanding and pressure begged her into action, into the confused and infuriating heat that made this all so intoxicating and so infuriating. The dizzy throb of her body was desperately sliding into these deeper, hotter frustrations. The almost despair-inducing ache of giving in to this had her losing her mind, bouncing harder, moaning louder, spiraling into the frustration and the chaos of pleasures she continued to fall into with hopeless, aching excitement now.
"You're so tight," Dempsey groaned, his fingers digging into her ass while he worked her along his cock, helping her through this chaos with a persistent, 'helpful steadiness meant to make her lose her mind to this mess. There was absolutely nothing that could save Grace now from her downfall, a spiral into chaos and frustration melting er thoughts into this total fucking euphoria now.
"No, it's that you're so big," she hissed, pitching forward, burying her face into his neck. She hadn't fixed her glass yet, let alone wiped the cum off of them, but the continued insanity pressured her in a way she couldn’t make any sense of ,falling into the throbbing joy of something so wicked and so merciless that there felt like no possible way for her to handle all of this. It was a senseless, wicked mess of pleasure to keep her moving, driven mad by the senseless passion that carried her along. The very essence of her lust was in this pleasure, giving in without a sense of control to this feelings, struggling to make her fall into these wicked bursts of almost infuriating excitement.
Building up speed and letting herself fall completely for this all, there was little Grace could do but let herself surrender, needing more with a persistent, ruthless rush of pleasure she had no choice but to let ruin her. There was little sense in trying to hold this all together, a feverish, igniting heat making her want to keep giving in. She was frustrated by how easily this all fell apart for her, the pleasures and the aches of an infuriating heat she couldn’t do anything about, the pleasures she continued to melt under, giving in hotter for the senseless pressure and passion of these insistent aches. Hunched forward, riding this huge cock, she never really understood how she could even fit all of it inside of her, but she remained determined to fight her way through anything she could to keep this up, an unstoppable pressure passionately begging her to want to let it all go.
"Cum in me," she whined. "To make sure our secret is safe. You have to hide the evidence."
"Evidence of what? That you're a needy snowbunny who can't resist riding her boss's cock in the middle of the day?"
Grace whined, shaking her head and aching under the certainty and panic of knowing she couldn’t say anything about this. His teasing weas part of it, the bullying-around of his white girl;. He was her bossy, and his words carried with them the weight she had to deal with, bouncing quicker atop her. "Evidence that I'm addicted to your black cock ," she whined, giving him what he wanted but feeling like she was doomed to the insanity of knowing she had to accept that there was more truth to this than she wanted to admit.
Especially when he finally came inside of her. Her eyes rolled back under the shattering bliss of letting herself fall apart, the crushing, crumbling joy of a pleasure and a frustration she had to tear through her now. He pumped her full of cum, setting her aflame with an outrageous burst of hopeless, senseless pleasure so erratic in its desperate heat that she continued to falter under. It was the hardest struggle in the world not to scream out in ecstasy as the desire struck her, pressure begging her into action. Her body trembled in heaving, baffling ecstasy through all these worrisome bursts of lust, and all she could do was accept how ready she was to take it as his cum filled her up and she spiraled into sweet madness .The bliss was outrageous, wicked, too senseless and powerful for her to be able to handle it all.
Dizzy spectacle left Grace shuddering in joy, but she was quickly spun around and pushed down, gasping in delight as she was shoved over the desk.
"If you're too distracted by thoughts of black cock to work, then we need to address that." Grabbing tightly onto her hips, Agent Dempsey shoved his way up her ass next, making Grace have to bite down on her tongue to avoid hollering out in joy. Her sensitive backdoor yielded to his cock, a completely hopeless burst of ready, eager desires getting to her with an electrifying ache. She wasn't in any way ready to emit all this commotion and frustration now. It was sudden, ferocious, and way too much for her to be able to manage, her head spinning through the electric haze and the infuriating heat of what she needed now, burning with an incredible lust for the pleasure taking her and knowing that she didn’t have half as much steadiness in the face of this as she wished she did.
Only the sheer weight of the desk kept it in place while Dempsey fucked Grace over it. Wild, unstoppable strokes pounded into her, starting at full speed without any intention of ramping up again. It was so much more than she was expecting, her head spinning under the stress and tension behind his merciless thrusts. Grace took all of it in shivering, frustrating panic, the heat rising inside of her, her head spinning with a confused and merciless chaos guiding her to fall apart in the worries taking her.
But it felt so fucking good! Her sensitive ass hole was happy to be stretched out for the huge cock, her body rocking back and forth in trembling delight in waves of ecstatic lust calling to her. Her body moved back and forth with the chaos upon her, the hopeless sway of pleasures she felt happy to succumb to, surrendering all sense to the unfocused and wicked persistence that begged her down. She needed it, craving the persistence and the hunger that pulled her in with drowning obsession, and she knew she was on the right path now. Her body just went limp, accepting the persistence and the chaos behind feverish sweeps forward, deep strokes drilling into her without care. race didn't have to do much of anything, letting these merciless attentions carry her into this mess with dizzier pressure, the pleasure and the hunger she felt like a heated wreck giving in to. There wasn't any reason to contain herself or behave through all this merciless attention, feverish bursts of a need she just let ruin her now.
Dempsey's body heaved with wicked, indulgent pressure, thrashing about in careless excitement, letting her feel the weight of these pleasures all trying to rip her asunder. There wasn't anything she could do but take it, letting him go to town on her with the knowledge that her downfall was there to appreciate, a crumbling of her dignity and a sweep of total mania that refused to let her go. "What are you?;
"Your snowbunny. Your whore." Grace clutched the desk tight, wincing through the ecstatic thrill of giving herself in to all of this ,the pleasures and the delights that continued to insist that she fall apart. She felt the burning stir inside of her, pleasure stripping her of all sense and dignity. She wanted to just let this destroy her, the ruinous chaos and the fever of pleasures that left her doomed and hopeless under this sweet pleasure. She could put aside her dignity for the sake of pleasure. She could put aside basically anything for it. All control crumbled away while she fell victim to this obsessive bliss, the pleasures ripping her apart and her voice fighting the pressure that hit he, the inexhaustible and wicked pleasure that made her want to just let this all go. She felt the hunger rip across her, a tiring and shameless endeavor building up its bitter excitement with wicked, throbbing bursts of need.
All to get some hard, interracial anal. Grace wasn’t supposed to be this kind of girl at all. Anxious, reclusive, withdrawn. Btu there she was, her boss's plaything, moaning like a good slut while her tight hole got reamed by back dick, her thoughts spinning out of control in the hopeless and sloppy need to let herself go. Maybe it was easier to be a snowbunny for her boss, taken advantage of, than it would be to have a real love life. The undeniable joy of being used like a cheap whore was simply too good for her to possibly resist, the unignorable spectacle of every shaky desire that ripped across her. She was utterly powerless under the clumsy and hopeless spectacle building inside of her, a reckless burn of all the hottest of passions inviting her to have to give in to the potency of her panicked demise.
She clung to his desk tighter, body shivering through the hopeless fever and frustration of senseless pleasures begging her to want to give in to this all. It was a pleasure she needed t accept in the shivering hunger and desire that pressured her now. She wanted it all so badly, moaning out louder, throwing back with all she had to keep pleasure rolling and try to hold it all together. "Take it out on me," she pleaded. "Treat me like your white girl fucktoy. Flood my guts with your cum, and make me glad my boss is a hung black stud I don't mind buying forgiveness from with my body." This simultaneously wasn't her and was the her that she wished she could show off to the world, a crushing bout of madness and euphoria that carried her into this disaster with a smile spread across her face in fuck-addled glee.
This orgasm was even more intense than the last, a thunderous burst of pleasure and excitement to have to succumb to. She had to fight the urge to pound on his desk in hollering ecstasy, had to anything she could to preserve some semblance of decency or restraint in the utter collapse of her senses now. She loved it all so much, giving in to the throbbing heat without a moment's sense, restless and hungry under this thrill. It was too much, the aching excess and pulsating joy of a pleasure she knew she could give herself up to, completely lost to the ache of a frustration and a delirium she was giving herself to completely. She held quit to the best of her ability, to the strained and frustrated lust that made her thoughts unravel in total fury, the exhausting reality check that left her to just fall to pieces and to like every second of it.
Dempsey leaned down over her, giving her ass a hard smack to see if she’d flinch and cower. "I You have until the end of the day to get me that presentation," he growled in her ear.
"It won't be ready by then, I need until at least tomorrow."
"Then you'll be back here at the end of your shift today for more."