I couldn't wait for the next morning. All the things I wanted to put into effect had already been done. Now it was all about implementing them. I sat at the couch and wondered about who I wanted to promote. I had narrowed it down to Tiffany and Mike; I knew what Lauren and Samantha had said about Mike, but they didn't know him as I did. Sure, there were times where he could be a bit friendly, but I knew I could get more out of him. 

I booted up my Playstation and put on my headset. Nothing made the day melt away like a good video game. The first few bouts went well; my kill-to-death ratio was on point. Then I got an invite from one of my online friends, then another. It was going to be a good night. 

"Shut-up!" I yelled as the alarm on my phone went off. 

I knew I was going to kick myself when it went off. I had stayed up later than I should last night. The online massacre had reached its peak at eleven and didn't end until two. I looked at the time of five-forty five. I shook my head, knowing that I could push back my entering the building to nine instead of seven. 

"Get up," I said to myself trying to get motivated. All the things I had worked for depended on me being there before everyone else, not afterward. "I really need an assistant," I grunted as I got out of bed. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Hey, Carl," I said as I pulled up to the security gates. 

"Hey," Carl replied. He had been Eric's assistant for two years. I knew he was going to get the promotion, even though I didn't like him. I couldn't forgive him for what happened the first day I had come for a job interview. 

"Thanks," I said as the gate opened. 

"We going to be good?" Carl asked as he handed back my security card. 

"Don't have much of choice now, do we?" I replied. 

I drove away without looking back. I knew I was petty, especially now that I had a managerial position, but the way he looked at me that day still bothered me. He had treated me like I was not worthy of entering and had treated me as such until the day I got my security card, and even then, he would do random checks on my car. When I asked everyone else if he or any of the security personnel had done that to them they had all answered no; when I brought it up to Eric he said he would take care of it. I later got an apology, but it was enough to leave a wrong impression. 

"You're early," Tiffany said as she greeted me at the door. 

"What do you mean, I always come at this time," I said as I looked at her. 

"Yes," Tiffany smiled. "You're the boss now, you could have come in at nine and sent a text or an email, and Mike, and I could have taken care of anything you needed to get done." 

'Why didn't I think of that?' I thought to myself. 

"Mike's here?" I asked. 

"Yeah, he came about fifteen minutes ago. He didn't even say hi, he just walked up the stairs," Tiffany smiled. 

"You prefer that, don't you?" I said. 

"Absolutely, if he wants to act like a child because I don't have interest in him, that's his problem, not mine," Tiffany shrugged. 

She was right, of course. Mike could act childish at times. 

"What time?" Tiffany asked as she looked at me. 

"About ten, ten thirty?" I replied. I knew she was asking about her interview. She was good like that, reading my mind before I had said a word. 

"I will make sure everything down here is squared away by then," Tiffany nodded. "If you do promote me, who are you going to put in charge down here?" 

"Daniel," I said without thinking about it. He had been Tiffany's boss a few months ago. He had a family emergency and took a leave of absence. We had to put someone in charge, and Tiffany stepped up. When he returned, he had no problem accepting Tiffany as his boss. If I promoted Tiffany, he was the obvious choice. 

"Good," Tiffany nodded. 

We walked our separate ways as I walked up the stairs to the second floor. 

"Morning," Mike greeted me. 

"Morning," I replied as I walked the center lane between all the rows of computers and chairs. "I see they got rid of all the cubicles." 

"Yeah," Mike said, looking around as I walked towards my office. "I like it." 

I had told the night team to not worry about anything else other than getting my new open layout set up. Now that I saw it, I was impressed that it looked a lot better. There were no more barriers and obstacles. Everything seemed to flow and fit together. 

"Denise might not like it," Mike said as I stopped at my door. 

I looked over at her desk. It was as open just like everyone else. "She will get used to it," I replied. 

"Things should run much smoother around here," Mike said. "Lauren wasn't as open to changes. She wouldn't have liked this layout at all." 

"Well, Lauren has her ways, I have mine," I shrugged. "I like open communication. Lauren liked the chain of command," I nodded as I opened the door to my office with the key. "That reminds me, your interview is at nine, also if you want to be the next assistant you are going to have to able to talk to Tiffany." 

"Understood," Mike said as he nodded his head. 

I had a few moments to myself before all the others came in for the day ahead. As I sat down and got into my emails, there were a few from Lauren and Samantha as well as other department heads. They got me thinking about the predicament I was in, especially now that Eric had gone. I started to think was he was right. Was I over my head? Two beautiful women wanted me, why? 

I was no actor or star basketball player; on a scale of ten, I was maybe a six or even a seven. I didn't have a huge dick that hung down past my knees like some of those interracial comics would portray, nor was it twelve inches like you would read in some of the erotic stories online. I would say I was an inch over average. I had been told by most women I was thick, but most of them always said I came harder and had a lot more than most men. 

I knew that from the first time I had a wet dream at sixteen. My mother had thought I had wet the bed. Since then it had always happened, especially if I went a long time between sessions. I remember I went through a drought of women and had been too busy with work and other things; the next time I was with a woman I got light headed from the amount of cum I shot out. I never saw her again. 

Why was I over thinking any of this? Any man would be happy in my position. Two women that know about each other were eager to have sex with me, no strings attached. I didn't have to take them out on a date or pretend to like the same movie they did; it was a purely sexual attraction. Maybe that was the problem. It was just sex. There were no feelings, no relationship. 

"Get it together," I said out loud. 

I had broken up with my last girlfriend because of those reasons. I loved my job. Not many people could say that and mean it. I loved where my career was taking me. When I started, I lived in a roach-infested one-bedroom apartment in the middle of downtown. I was scared every day that something might happen to me when I went home. Now I lived in a condo with security personnel; with this new position and salary, I could move out and buy a house. I wanted to go all the way up to the top and make the big decisions. A relationship was not what I wanted, not at the moment. 

I sat back and smiled. I had it made when I actually thought about it. On the one hand, there was Lauren, my former boss. She was in her late forties but looked like she could pass for her thirties with a body that most women her age or younger would kill for and the sexual drive of a teenager. There wasn't anything that Lauren wouldn't do sexually. The best part of all of it was that she was good at all of it but especially good with her mouth. 

I was getting hard just thinking about it. Lauren could do things with her mouth that would make any man burst within seconds. 

Then there was Samantha, who was in her early forties. She was curvy in all the right places. Even though Lauren had a nicer ass that had a perfect peach shape, Samantha had her beat in the boob department by a long mile. They were huge. I still remember the moment they dropped out of her bra, much bigger than I had ever imagined with small pink nipples. The thing about Samantha was that she also had a high sex drive, and once, she got on top. I shook my head as I thought about it; the thought both excited and scared me; the last time, it felt like she was going to tear my dick off. 

There was a knock on the door that woke me up from my daydream. "Come in," I shouted. 

Mike poked his head inside. "Everyone is here," he said. 

"Good," I nodded. "I will be right out." 

It took me a few to get myself composed. When I walked out, I realized that I was going to be talking to some people that had been here in this building long before I had shown up. Now I was their boss. I had already heard rumors and whispers that some of them thought I got this job because I was black as well as I was Lauren's puppet. I could care less about what they thought. I had worked hard for this position. 

I stood in front of them and started my short speech. I made sure they knew that they could talk directly to me; they didn't have to go through my assistant or an email. I saw a few nods. I knew they didn't like that they couldn't speak directly to Lauren. I asked for each of them to give me their thoughts on the new layout and what they wanted as far as changes. As usual, there were a few outlandish thoughts and ideas, but all in all, it went well. 

"Ready?" Mike asked as I began to walk to my office. 

I looked at the time. I cursed myself for letting the office meeting go longer for what I had planned. 

"Sure," I said as I held the door open. 

Mike sat down at the other side of the table. I knew everything he was going to say. He wanted this position. He was going to tell me that he had been here before I came upstairs. He was going to show me the number of times he had called out sick. Everything he had in his hands and things he wanted to say were written all over his face. 

"Before we get started," I said as I sat down. "I agree with you, wholeheartedly." 

Mike looked at me with a smile. 

"You should be on this side of the table, and I should be on that side," I stated. "But let me ask you one question and answer honestly." 

Mike nodded as he looked at me. "Honestly, I can do that." 

"Why?" I said as I looked at him. "Why are you not in this seat; why didn't Lauren pick you as her assistant when the chance came around?" 

I could tell from the look on his face he wasn't expecting that question. 

"Lauren and I never got along," Mike began. 

"Not true," I shook my head. "Lauren told me the day she took me as an assistant that I should learn from you. She said that in front of everyone and also in front of you. She knew you could do this job with your eyes closed." 

Mike nodded again. He sat back in thought. "I guess it's because..." 

I shook my head. "No, no one dislikes you or thinks negatively of you." 

I knew what he wanted to say, and he knew what I wanted to hear. "I am not a good leader," Mike nodded. The look on his face said it all. It was the first time he had admitted it out loud to himself. 

I nodded. "You are afraid of what people will think, what they will say and what they will do." 

Mike nodded; he slowly put all the folders and binder he had in his hand down on the desk. "I am not going to move up from this position, am I?" 

"Not if you don't make some changes, no," I replied. 

"Thanks," Mike nodded. He picked up all of his things and walked out of the office. 

I called down to the bay and asked for Tiffany. I might as well get both interviews out of the way. 

Shortly after, Tiffany entered my office; she carried no papers, no binders. Slowly she sat down in the chair and stared at me. 

"What?" I asked as I stared back at her. 

"You know he will quit, right?" Tiffany replied. 

I sat back and looked at her. "That obvious?" 

"He is crying," Tiffany shook her head. "He knows this job like the back of his hand. He has more experience than the two of us put together." 

"He is not a good leader; he wants to be friends with everybody," I replied. 

"Since when is that a bad thing?" Tiffany shrugged. "Name one person out there that won't do what he asks them if he asked them to do it." 

I sat back. It was true Mike not be a good leader; he might not be like me or Tiffany, who could tell someone to do something and expect them to do it, but he had made himself liked by everyone both upstairs and downstairs. 

"You can't," Tiffany said. 

"No, I can't," I nodded. "That doesn't make him a good assistant, but a good rep." 

"Rep?" Tiffany asked. 

"Hold on," I held one finger up. 

I called Lauren's office. "Hey, Lauren," I said. 

"Hey," Lauren replied in her sultry voice. "I am still sore from yesterday, but if you want.." 

"I am here with Tiffany, and we have a problem that you might be able to solve," I said interrupting her. 

"Oh," Lauren replied. 

I laid it all out. The Human Resource lead had been promoted, and there was a vacant spot. Mike might not be leadership quality, but he knew how to talk to people, and people loved talking to him. 

"There," I said as I hung up the phone. 

Tiffany and Mike sat across from me. "You mean it?" Mike asked with excitement in his voice. 

"Now," I said, holding up my hand. "It is a lateral move, but your hours will be cut from fifty to forty, so in essence, it is a pay cut." 

"But I can be promoted," Mike asked as he looked at both of us. 

"Absolutely," Tiffany said. "No leadership qualities needed for promotion, it is purely based on need and hours put into the department." 

"I asked Lauren, and she will put your hours worked here as you helped me with my adjustment to being her assistant as hours worked in that department," I explained. 

"Wow, I don't know what to say," Mike said with a huge smile on his face. 

"Nothing, yet," Tiffany said. "You might be regretting it in a week as you will be getting emails and calls about every little complaint anyone and everyone has about anything." 

"Also when anyone is being coached or written up you will be responsible for filing the papers, and informing them of what they need to do," I added. 

"So, basically what I was doing here under Lauren," Mike nodded. 

Tiffany and I looked at each other. "Yup," we both said at the same time. 

"I better get my stuff ready for the move, tomorrow, right?" Mike asked as he stood up. 

"Yes, on the plus side you don't have to be up so early anymore, they don't get in until ten," I said as I stood up and shook his hand. 

"Downside is they stay a lot later than you're used to," Tiffany said as she shook his hand afterward. 

"I'll adjust; life is about changes, right?" Mike said as he walked out. 

"Well," I said as I looked at Tiffany. 

"The first day working together and we knocked that out of the park," Tiffany said. 

"I'll put in the paperwork for your promotion," I said as I sat back down. 

"I'll take care of things downstairs," Tiffany said as she turned to exit the office. "If that's okay with you, boss?" 

"Shut up," I smiled back at her. 

I put the necessary forms into action and sent the emails. It was going to be an easy day for me. 

I looked at my phone and saw that I had a missed text. 

I think she would do great as a new girl to your harem, it read. It was from Lauren. 

It's not like that, I replied

Not yet, anyway, Lauren replied. Samantha is here; she agrees with me. 

I shook my head and put the phone down. They both wanted a third woman to join the fray. I had trouble keeping up with two, and there was no way I could add a third into the mix — especially someone like Tiffany. 

While Lauren and Samantha were older than me, Tiffany was four years younger than me. She was in excellent shape, with a toned body. She played many sports on her days off. I saw on her social media account that she played basketball, football, squash, and tennis. Tiffany's body showed her fitness, while she still looked feminine in most clothes. She also had a muscular physique. I would find myself at times staring at her thighs or her tight stomach, even her chest, which wasn't as big as Lauren's and not even remotely close to Samantha's; it was still above average. I would guess a D or slightly bigger. 

No, I replied 

Well, if it does, you have approval from both of us, Lauren replied. Samantha wants to see you in her office as soon as possible. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"You wanted to see me?" I asked as I stepped into Samantha's office. 

"Yes," Samantha said as she looked at the man sitting in the chair across from her. "That will be all, Martin." 

The man reluctantly got up then looked at me shaking his head. "Hope you have better luck," he whispered as he walked past me. 

The door closed behind him. "What was that about?" I asked as I took a seat. 

"The usual, asking for something that I won't give. No doubt he will make me out to be the bad boss," Samantha smiled as she sat back. 

I shook my head. "The two of you like coming off that way." 

"Lauren more than myself," Samantha nodded. 

I simply shook my head. 

"Here is the reason I called you over," Samantha said as she pushed the envelope over to me. "They need to be signed by the end of the day." 

I opened the envelope to see my promotion papers. I read through them then stopped at my new salary. "Is this..." I started to say as I looked up at Samantha, who had a massive grin on her face. 

"Don't look at me, corporate makes the call on salary, not me," Samantha said as she shook her head. 

"Wow," I said, looking at the paper. "That is much more than I was expecting." 

"Good," Samantha said. 

I quickly signed the papers then pushed the envelope back over. 

"I will get them sent back, and then it will be official," Samantha smiled. 

I nodded. I couldn't be happier; everything was falling into place for me. 

"So, it's the right salary, and you got the assistant you wanted, but I can still see something is bothering you," Samantha said, leaning forward. 

I nodded as I stared down at her cleavage. "Can you," I said, looking down at her chest. 

"You know very well, I can't hide these unless I wear a turtleneck," Samantha said with a mischievous grin. 

"Okay," I said as I tried to look at her face. "Why?" 

"Ah," Samantha said. "Why not? Like I said before, we are all grown-ups..." 

"I remember," I interrupted. 

"Why you and why just sex?" Samantha asked. 

"Yeah, surely the two of you can get what you want from someone else," I said. 

"Overthinking all of this, aren't you?" Samantha shrugged. "Lauren and I have had the same taste in men before, granted we never acted on it before you came along. As for the 'just for sex', we don't think you're a piece of meat if that's what you're thinking. It's hard to find someone that appreciates a good friends-with-benefits relationship or in our case, co-workers with benefits." 

I had to smile at the way she had turned that around. 

"I don't know for sure about Lauren, but I can make a good guess she has always liked sex, when we first started she liked bringing her husband or her boyfriend and well, you know," Samantha said. 

"Yeah," I nodded back at her. 

"Her recent breakup has her feeling a bit down, and you have brought her back up, making her feel sexy again, and now you are reaping the benefits," Samantha shrugged. 

"And you?" I asked. 

"Truthfully?" Samantha asked. 

"Yes," I replied. 

"Cum slut, I think the new term for my fetish is called," Samantha said plainly. "I love the feel of it, the taste, the texture." 

"Seriously?" I smiled. 

"Absolutely," Samantha said. "Not many have heard me admit to it, but I love it, and you, well, you cum hard and a lot. I think about it constantly." 

I could see she was getting aroused just talking about it. 

"I used to think it was a bad thing," I told her. "Especially when I was younger." 

"Oh no," Samantha said, shaking her head. "I absolutely love it." 

"Good," I said, not knowing what else to say. 

"That answers your questions?" Samantha smiled. 

"Yes," I replied. 

"Now, you have to..." Samantha started to say before her secretary buzzed in. 

"Jackson is on the line," the secretary said. 

Samantha picked up the phone. I nodded at her as I stood up to leave. 

"Hold on," Samantha said as she muted the phone. "Where are you going?" 

"You're busy," I whispered. 

"He can't hear us," Samantha shook her head. "Come over here." 

I walked to the other side of the table so that I stood beside her. 

"Sam?" I heard Jackson say over the phone. 

Samantha picked up the phone. "Kevin just walked into the room. I just wanted to take care of him before we spoke, if that's all right?" 

"Kevin?" Jackson said. 

"Yes," Samantha said as she unbuttoned two of her top buttons, opening her shirt to reveal even more of her cleavage.

"I will like to talk to him," Jackson said. 

"Of course," Samantha said as she took the phone off the speaker. She handed me the headset. 

"Sir," I said as Samantha pulled me closer to her. She unbuckled my belt and pulled on my pants. 

"Did you receive the promotion packet?" Jackson asked. 

"Yes, I had planned on sending you a personal email to thank you and anyone else. I..." I started to add more, but Samantha had taken my dick out and started to use both her hands to stroke it. 

"You impressed many people with your knowledge," Jackson said. "There will be new forms, and plans of action put in place because of what you had pointed out." 

I looked down at Samantha's pale white hands on dark black dick. The color contrast had always fascinated me. Samantha pulled my dick towards her chest. 

"Still, there?" Jackson asked. 

"Yes," I stammered; as I pushed forward, my dick pushed between her tits, disappearing in the depths of her cleavage. "I'm just speechless." 

"That is always a good thing," Jackson said. "We expect great things from you. Don't let us down." 

More than half of my dick had gone between Samantha's cleavage. I pushed deeper down into her clothed chest. 

"I won't, sir," I said. 

"Hand the phone back to Samantha," Jackson said. 

I handed the phone back to Samantha, who smiled up at me. "Yes, sir," Samantha said as she leaned forward so I could fuck her huge tits. 

It was the second time I had fucked her huge boobs, both times with clothes on. I loved the feeling of her boobs tightly squeezing my dick between them. I grabbed her shoulders as I increased my pace. 

"Yes, sir," Samantha said. "Lauren and I have been making sure to keep Kevin and other young talents aware of all the opportunities the company has to offer. So far, we think Kevin is way above the others." 

Samantha moved closer to me as I pushed my dick forward. "Yes, sir," Samantha said as she pulled away. My dick sprang free from its boob prison. 

Samantha smiled as she hung up the phone.  

"What was that about?" I asked. 

Samantha started to unbutton her shirt, revealing her big blue bra. "He just said that I should do whatever it takes to make sure you knew that the company is invested in your future." 

"Oh really," I smiled as Samantha got out of her chair. She pointed to the seat as I sat down. Samantha fell to her knees between my legs. 

"Definitely," Samantha said as she held my dick against her stomach and lowered her chest over it. Again my dick was pressed between her massive chest. Samantha held the sides of her bra as she bounced them up and down. "Do you feel comfortable with your position within the company?" 

"Oh, I definitely feel comfortable," I said as I looked down at her chest, bouncing up and down on my dick. I knew there was no point trying to view my dick between these two mountains. I leaned back as Samantha tit fucked me. She increased her pace as she felt that I was going to burst. 

"You going to make a mess between my boobs again?" Samantha smiled with her usual naughty grin. 

"You keep doing what you are doing, and there will be a huge mess," I said, looking at her. 

"Do what exactly?" Samantha replied as she tried to look innocent. Samantha started to move her chest up and down faster, squeezing them together tight. 

I felt her boobs slam hard down on my thighs. "I'm cumming," I said as I released my cum between her huge boobs. Samantha smiled as she looked at me. 

Slowly Samantha stood up, "I better go and get my present before it all leaks out." 

The only sign that I had shot a huge load between her chest was the underside of her bra was a darker blue, indicating that my cum was running down her chest and was pooling at the bottom of her bra. Samantha buttoned her shirt back up, hiding all evidence of what had happened. 

I stood up and reached for my pants. "Where are you going exactly?" Samantha asked. "We aren't done. I have a conference call in a few minutes, and I want you to be here." 

I nodded as she walked out the door. I sat back down in her chair naked from the waist down. I took off my shirt seeing as I was half naked I might as well be totally exposed. 

There I sat naked in her office when my phone rang. I quickly rummaged through my pants to find it and looked who the caller was. It was from Tiffany. 

"Hi," I replied. 

"You coming back?" Tiffany asked. 

"Doubt it," I replied. "Samantha has a conference call that she wants me to sit in; I think Lauren will be here also." 

"Okay, just wanted to make sure," Tiffany said as she hung up. 

"Well," Samantha said as she entered the room. "That was either Tiffany, or you were calling a sex line." 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

Samantha looked down at my hardening dick. I looked back up at her. "I was just thinking about what you had planned." 

"Uh huh," Samantha responded, unconvinced at my lie. 

Talking to Tiffany while I was utterly naked, had been exciting. "Sit," Samantha ordered as she came closer to me. I obeyed and sat in her chair. 

Samantha dialed a number on the phone in front of her; as she leaned forward, I could see she was wearing nothing under her skirt. 

"Samantha Kolesky," Samantha said at the prompt. A woman's voice let her know that the monitor of the conference call had not entered the call yet. 

"Hey, Sam," a voice said. 

"Cullen," Samantha replied. 

There were a few other voices, all of which I had never heard before, but as they introduced themselves, I realized it was all the distribution managers for our region. 

"I'm here. I will be on silent until Nathan comes on," Samantha said. She hit the button and then turned her head around to look at me. "Where were we?" 

I had already started to plunge my fingers inside her dripping pussy from behind. "You're so wet already," I said as an understatement. 

"I told you," Samantha moaned as I plunged my fingers deeper into her. "Every time I think about you cumming I get uncontrollably aroused, now remove your fingers." 

I removed my fingers as Samantha pushed my legs far apart. "I want this cock deep inside me," Samantha said as she lifted her skirt up. Slowly she lowered herself onto my dick; inch by inch she took all it inside of her. 

"Hey, everybody," a man said over the call. "Let's get started. We have a lot to cover." 

Samantha took the phone off Mute and responded when she was called. She hit the button again afterward. She resumed her slow grind on top of me. 'Slow' wasn't the word for what she was doing; she lowered herself all the way down on me, then took even slower to get back to the top. 

I tried to grab her hips to make her move faster, but she slapped my hands away. 

"Samantha," Nathan said. 

"Yes," Samantha quickly responded. 

"I heard Jackson gave you a heads-up on the new program for some of younger managers, care to share the details?" 

Samantha cleared her throat, then sank down onto me. My dick was deep inside of her as she spoke. "As you all know, five of our distribution centers, seven of our stores and soon corporate headquarters have new managers that are much younger than in previous years. We all got the packet and emails that we are to give to these new managers, and we are to try and promote other younger members into positions leading to management." 

Samantha stopped as I had started to unbutton her shirt. 

"Is that all?" Nathan asked. "I also read there was going to be a program. I was going to reach out to Jackson, but I didn't reach him." 

Samantha shook her head as I had all her buttons undone. 

"No," Samantha said. "I was just reading over my notes, sorry," she coughed again. "The program that we are to install as soon as possible should be in your emails by the end of the week. You are to give priority to the given steps as well as making sure all your department heads, as well as the stores within your area, receive a copy.  It will help all of you as well as anyone interested in becoming managers to reach out to you and other stores, warehouses, and centers for positions of interest." 

I had pulled down the cups of her bra and began playing with her huge boobs and pinching her nipples. Slowly Samantha was moving her hips in small tight circles, grinding my dick inside of her. 

"I like it," a voice said. "We don't have open positions right now in my center, but I know of others in some of the stores locally." 

"That is what this program is meant for," Nathan said. "Thank you, Samantha." 

Samantha quickly reached forward and pressed the button. "You're evil!" she smiled as she turned her head to me. 

"Who's the one riding me?" I answered back. 

"You haven't even seen what I can do," Samantha said with a grin. "If you think last time was hard on you, wait until after this call." 

I had never been so scared and excited in my whole life. 

"Ah," Samantha smiled. "I felt that you want me to ride this dick hard, you want me to ride it harder than anyone has before, see it going in and out of me faster and faster." 

As Samantha spoke, she resumed her slow grind on top of me; this time, she tightened herself around my dick as she rose and loosened as she came down. 

I didn't know if I could last any longer. 

Again Nathan called out for ideas and questions from everyone. Each time she was called, Samantha sunk on me and stopped. What she was doing to me was the most extended case of edging known to man. Every time I came close to cumming, she stopped moving, stopped everything. Then resumed after a short period, stopped, then started, over and over. 

Finally, the call ended, and everybody hung up. Samantha ended the call by pressing the button. She turned to me with a sly look on her face as she slowly stood up. 

"Stand," Samantha said seductively. 

My thighs and legs felt like Jell-O after sitting for so long. My dick throbbed, and my balls felt heavy. I wanted to cum in the worst way possible. Samantha kicked her chair out of the way. "Lie down," Samantha said in barely a whisper. 

As always, I did what she said, lying down on the carpet. Samantha instructed and showed me the way she wanted me. My legs went under her desk. I knew what was coming as I watched Samantha lower her body over me. 

Samantha held my dick as she slid down on it with her back to me. She used the desk to keep herself steady. I held my breath as she slowly began to ride my dick. Her knees bent, her long red hair cascaded down her back. 

"Fuck," I let out as she began going faster. 

"Not yet," Samantha ordered as she bounced even faster and harder. 

My dick felt like it was going to tear off the way she bounced harder and faster. Each time I thought she couldn't go faster, she proved me wrong. 

"That's it," Samantha moaned. "Getting closer." 

Samantha slid all the way down onto me and slowly spun her hips in a small circle before resuming her breakneck pace. 

"I can't," I said, shaking my head. 

"No!" Samantha yelled back. "You can." 

Samantha sank on me again, slowly lifted one leg, then the other as she spun around on me. Samanta leaned over me with her hair dropping down over me. She looked down on me. "I want to see you cum," Samantha smiled down at me as she slowly rocked back and forth. "Fill me!" 

I looked down at her huge tits as they swayed back and forth. "You want them, don't you?" 

I nodded, staring at them, her shirt unbuttoned and her bra still attached just underneath her swaying chest. 

Samantha pulled my head into her massive chest. My head buried between them. Just one of them was bigger than my head; putting my head between two of them had made my head disappear between them. 

Samantha held me there tightly as I tried to pull back. I felt myself cumming, then everything went black. 

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I woke up and looked around. I was lying on Samantha's office couch. "There you are," Samantha said from behind her desk. 

I was fully clothed. I sat up but felt dizzy. 

"Take it slow," Samantha smiled. 

"What happened?" I asked as I looked at my clothes. 

"I think I got a bit carried away," Samantha shrugged. "Your cock has a way of making me lose my sanity." 

"Did I pass out?" I asked as the dizziness began to fade. 

"Yes, between my boobs, no less," Samantha replied. 

"How did I get dressed?" 

"I asked Lauren to come and help me," Samantha said, making her way over to me. "We got you dressed and put you on the couch." 

I nodded. 

"It wasn't easy," Samantha said. 

"Shit!" I said, looking at the time. The day was nearly over. "Tiffany!" 

"We told her that you weren't feeling well and that you were lying down," Samantha explained. "Everything is fine." 

I nodded and sat back. I still felt a slight headache. 

"You should go home and get some rest," Samantha said as she stood up. 

"Sounds like a good idea," I said as I slowly stood up. 

"I will try not to do that again," Samantha said. 

"Why not?" I replied as I looked back. "I don't mind taking a long nap." 

"And that's why we like you," Samantha smiled as I exited the office.