Mr. Hank's only once big dick
I work in a corporate bank office building. The 'head of building security' is an older Black man named Hank. I've seen him around for a couple years. He's been there longer - like me - but we never really said hi until I started parking my car in the lower garage level down near his office. Hank is a polite gentleman and when he sees me get out of my car, he offers to walk me to the elevators. Occasionally, I see him around at random times and places and he always has a warm smile for me - nothing lecherous or weird.
The first time he walked me to the elevators and he got on with me (not a usual occurrence), we chit chatted about some holiday coming up and he mentioned he and his wife were having extended family over. I heard him talking but I was checking him out. When the bell dinged at my floor, I realized I hadn't said anything about his holiday plans. I looked up and he was looking down over his glasses. Darn - he caught me sizing him up. I blushed and mumbled about my floor and exited. He looked real good - slight graying at his temples, dark eyes and really dark skin. And he was tall and a little thin. He wore one of those dark gray uniforms with HANK stitched on a patch on his chest. When I first saw his name patch, I told him that since I knew his name to please always call me by mine: Christy.
The next time he followed me on the elevator, I was sorta in a mood. I was having girl trouble with my then cheating GF. I was feeling a little tired of it all and I asked Hank if his wife ever cheated on him. He was quiet and I thought dammit - now it's going to be awkward with one of the only people in the whole damn place I liked. He finally said no, she never did. I gave him a little 'well that good' and scurried off at my floor. The rest of that day, I thought about hitting on him and what he might do. Would he freak out? Tell me he's married again? At lunch, I sat at desk in my cube and watched some BLACKED vid on my phone with the sound off, eyes darting around for office for interruptions. Walking to my car after work, I resolved that at the next opportunity, I'd make a subtle but clear move on Hank - nothing too horny-snowbunny or anything - just clear enough.
Well that day came soon enough and on the way up, I turned to him full on and asked if he'd ever cheated on his wife. I bit my lip a little and kept my eyes up at his. I could feel the tension in the air and he let it linger. Then he said, 'sheet, girl - you gotta problem don't you?' I said I sure did and he replied, 'just this one time, come on down to my office after work.' The door dinged and opened and I floated to my cube. I don't think I did anything but watch the clock that day. I was so wet after that. I was real glad I kept a spare thong in my bag. I changed at lunch and I wanted to cum real bad but I had a feeling Hank wasn't going to show me pics of his family or talk about Jesus or whatever so I held off cummimg. I literally felt like an anvil was pressing on my lower abdomen, the need to cum was so strong.
Finally, I could escape and make my way down to Hank's office. Waiting for the elevator was agony. When the doors finally opened at the lower level, I tried not to run to him. I was like no, youre not a desperate slut that needs to fuck... not sure if it helped but when I got to his door and knocked, he opened it right away. He was all smiles and energized. His office was small. It had an old wooden desk, 2 chairs, and there was an old couch crammed up against the wall opposite the desk. I was relieved it was clean. He took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat and he told me that he did occasionally cheat on his wife but that he loved her above all else. I thought that was goodbye but he kept holding my hand and looking at my face. I put my other hand on his leg and asked if he would kiss me. He pulled me to him and did. It felt amazing - he was a lot taller than me and he was so sensual and unhurried about it all. His hands were strong and rough and felt amazing as he touched my face and neck. I was high as a kite on him! He kissed me for about 10 or 15 minutes and I wanted more. I reached for his cock over his pants and found him hard AF. I needed that dick! I made my dip move that says I'm going to suck your cock now and he held me up. I was like uh oh... but he said he would let me suck him off but he wouldn't fuck me because he was married. And then he told me that there were other women in the building who he let service him but he never fucked them either. I was spinning. There were other girls IN THE BUILDING who were into Black dick,too? I wanted to know who they were but I played it as cool as a preorgasmic soaking wet melanin drunk white slut could & just wimpered, 'ok daddy.' I slid onto the floor on my knees and Hank undid his belt and dropped his boxers. Holyfuck! His cock was just what I needed! Long and thick and uncut with bull's balls to match! I jumped at his dick and he gave a 'you need this dick don't you baby girl?' And I was like barely able to speak like 'yessss daddy I do.' I put up my hair, opened wide and as slowly as I could eased as much of him into my mouth as I could, real soft. I wanted to blow his mind too. I wrapped my lips around his fat head and pushed him even deeper into my throat. When he bottomed out, he let out a deep 'hmmmm.' I love that. I looked him in the eyes as I lavished his shaft with slobbery kisses and long heavy licks. I had two hand fulls of big black balls while I nursed on his hard cock. I made sure to kiss & lick his thighs. And I never forget his balls. When I dropped them and grabbed his shaft I suckled his balls, willing them to give me a huge load. I worked them good, sucking and licking and jacking his big ass dick. A big drop of precum appeared on his head. I dove for it before I missed it. He seemed to like that.I really needed him inside me but I wasn't about to whine or bitch about it. I was there to service his big black cock and just forget what I wanted. So I went back to work, deep throating him and drooling all over him and his couch & floor. I could feel how gushy my pussy was when I shifted positions. I was sure I had wet through my skirt.
After I pumped him and sucked him and worked his balls for a good half an hour, he reached out and pulled my head down deep on him. He let out a soft 'fuck' and then proceeded to unload in my throat. His cock was incredible - it was pulsing cum like a pump and it was all I could do to keep up with swallowing it all. Finally, he relaxed and let his hand fall to my shoulder where he stroked me and then lifted my face up to his so he could see me. I could feel some of his overflow on my chin and my eyes watering and running down my face.
He had fed me real good and I was super high. I retuned to his cock and softly licked and kissed him while I cooed and purred over my new favorite thing.
I was resting my head on his thigh and was just breathing right against his sticky shaft when he finally said it was time. I didn't want to go. And my pussy was numb with need. But he was standing up so I started to stand and I fell forward, a little dizzy. He caught me with 'whoa girl - you ok?' 'I am daddy - just a little drunk on you.' He smiled and kissed my forehead and called me his good girl. When I could stand on my own, it felt like I peed in my clothes. I was a mess! I reached down to touch myself and I was creamy. My fingers came up frothy. I just had to lick them as I smiled at Hank. He had pulled his pants up and gave me a chuckle while I cleaned my fingers. I finished and went to kiss him goodbye. I said, 'thank you, Hank' and he said it was 'MR Hank' from then on.
The first time he walked me to the elevators and he got on with me (not a usual occurrence), we chit chatted about some holiday coming up and he mentioned he and his wife were having extended family over. I heard him talking but I was checking him out. When the bell dinged at my floor, I realized I hadn't said anything about his holiday plans. I looked up and he was looking down over his glasses. Darn - he caught me sizing him up. I blushed and mumbled about my floor and exited. He looked real good - slight graying at his temples, dark eyes and really dark skin. And he was tall and a little thin. He wore one of those dark gray uniforms with HANK stitched on a patch on his chest. When I first saw his name patch, I told him that since I knew his name to please always call me by mine: Christy.
The next time he followed me on the elevator, I was sorta in a mood. I was having girl trouble with my then cheating GF. I was feeling a little tired of it all and I asked Hank if his wife ever cheated on him. He was quiet and I thought dammit - now it's going to be awkward with one of the only people in the whole damn place I liked. He finally said no, she never did. I gave him a little 'well that good' and scurried off at my floor. The rest of that day, I thought about hitting on him and what he might do. Would he freak out? Tell me he's married again? At lunch, I sat at desk in my cube and watched some BLACKED vid on my phone with the sound off, eyes darting around for office for interruptions. Walking to my car after work, I resolved that at the next opportunity, I'd make a subtle but clear move on Hank - nothing too horny-snowbunny or anything - just clear enough.
Well that day came soon enough and on the way up, I turned to him full on and asked if he'd ever cheated on his wife. I bit my lip a little and kept my eyes up at his. I could feel the tension in the air and he let it linger. Then he said, 'sheet, girl - you gotta problem don't you?' I said I sure did and he replied, 'just this one time, come on down to my office after work.' The door dinged and opened and I floated to my cube. I don't think I did anything but watch the clock that day. I was so wet after that. I was real glad I kept a spare thong in my bag. I changed at lunch and I wanted to cum real bad but I had a feeling Hank wasn't going to show me pics of his family or talk about Jesus or whatever so I held off cummimg. I literally felt like an anvil was pressing on my lower abdomen, the need to cum was so strong.
Finally, I could escape and make my way down to Hank's office. Waiting for the elevator was agony. When the doors finally opened at the lower level, I tried not to run to him. I was like no, youre not a desperate slut that needs to fuck... not sure if it helped but when I got to his door and knocked, he opened it right away. He was all smiles and energized. His office was small. It had an old wooden desk, 2 chairs, and there was an old couch crammed up against the wall opposite the desk. I was relieved it was clean. He took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat and he told me that he did occasionally cheat on his wife but that he loved her above all else. I thought that was goodbye but he kept holding my hand and looking at my face. I put my other hand on his leg and asked if he would kiss me. He pulled me to him and did. It felt amazing - he was a lot taller than me and he was so sensual and unhurried about it all. His hands were strong and rough and felt amazing as he touched my face and neck. I was high as a kite on him! He kissed me for about 10 or 15 minutes and I wanted more. I reached for his cock over his pants and found him hard AF. I needed that dick! I made my dip move that says I'm going to suck your cock now and he held me up. I was like uh oh... but he said he would let me suck him off but he wouldn't fuck me because he was married. And then he told me that there were other women in the building who he let service him but he never fucked them either. I was spinning. There were other girls IN THE BUILDING who were into Black dick,too? I wanted to know who they were but I played it as cool as a preorgasmic soaking wet melanin drunk white slut could & just wimpered, 'ok daddy.' I slid onto the floor on my knees and Hank undid his belt and dropped his boxers. Holyfuck! His cock was just what I needed! Long and thick and uncut with bull's balls to match! I jumped at his dick and he gave a 'you need this dick don't you baby girl?' And I was like barely able to speak like 'yessss daddy I do.' I put up my hair, opened wide and as slowly as I could eased as much of him into my mouth as I could, real soft. I wanted to blow his mind too. I wrapped my lips around his fat head and pushed him even deeper into my throat. When he bottomed out, he let out a deep 'hmmmm.' I love that. I looked him in the eyes as I lavished his shaft with slobbery kisses and long heavy licks. I had two hand fulls of big black balls while I nursed on his hard cock. I made sure to kiss & lick his thighs. And I never forget his balls. When I dropped them and grabbed his shaft I suckled his balls, willing them to give me a huge load. I worked them good, sucking and licking and jacking his big ass dick. A big drop of precum appeared on his head. I dove for it before I missed it. He seemed to like that.I really needed him inside me but I wasn't about to whine or bitch about it. I was there to service his big black cock and just forget what I wanted. So I went back to work, deep throating him and drooling all over him and his couch & floor. I could feel how gushy my pussy was when I shifted positions. I was sure I had wet through my skirt.
After I pumped him and sucked him and worked his balls for a good half an hour, he reached out and pulled my head down deep on him. He let out a soft 'fuck' and then proceeded to unload in my throat. His cock was incredible - it was pulsing cum like a pump and it was all I could do to keep up with swallowing it all. Finally, he relaxed and let his hand fall to my shoulder where he stroked me and then lifted my face up to his so he could see me. I could feel some of his overflow on my chin and my eyes watering and running down my face.
He had fed me real good and I was super high. I retuned to his cock and softly licked and kissed him while I cooed and purred over my new favorite thing.
I was resting my head on his thigh and was just breathing right against his sticky shaft when he finally said it was time. I didn't want to go. And my pussy was numb with need. But he was standing up so I started to stand and I fell forward, a little dizzy. He caught me with 'whoa girl - you ok?' 'I am daddy - just a little drunk on you.' He smiled and kissed my forehead and called me his good girl. When I could stand on my own, it felt like I peed in my clothes. I was a mess! I reached down to touch myself and I was creamy. My fingers came up frothy. I just had to lick them as I smiled at Hank. He had pulled his pants up and gave me a chuckle while I cleaned my fingers. I finished and went to kiss him goodbye. I said, 'thank you, Hank' and he said it was 'MR Hank' from then on.
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