Only Once

ONE

My mind was made-up, I wanted to fuck Trinity Sweet and nothing could sway me from that desire. What I saw a few days before gave birth to this verdict. Trinity Sweety my boss, a lust extracting feline, a beauty on any man's continent. When you looked at her, one couldn't help but stare. Gaze at her like she was the most beautiful piece of art you've ever seen. She, Trinity, was the hue of pure sand. She mirrored the actress, Kat Graham with Almond-shaped eyes, a cute little button nose, and full lips that looked like the figure eight if turned sideways. Trinity's eyes looked like they should belong to a cat. My stunning employer was mixed-raced. Had to be with a complexion like hers. But, Trinity Sweet's beautiful features were those of a Black woman. Her figure as well. Itwas remarkable. Her body had to have been carved from stone by God himself. I wanted my boss and I wanted her in the worst way.

Burning the midnight oil on an assignment that I'd been neglecting for months now, trying to finish up and turned in by morning. A sure way to impress the boss and lock in that high paying promotion that's up for grabs. Working like a dog, I lost track of time. For the last two hours I've been at it, scanning numbers, analyzing charts, reading reports until the words on the pages began to merge together. I decided then that I needed a break, a much deserved break. Looking up from the pages, I removed my glasses sat upright, and stretched. I yawned and stood up from the desk. My legs betrayed me, they wobbled from sitting so long. I walked from behind my big desk and headed towards the break room. Racked with stress and fatigue. Symptoms of over working. Symptoms from the pursuit of success. Traveling down the long and empty hallway my mind wandered to the woman that employed me, that provided the means for me to make an honest and lucrative living.

When I walked through the man-made portal entering the belly of the company's rest haven, oblivious to the erotic painting being painted inside that aperture. I stopped dead in my tracks. Frozen by shock and internal lust. Blood surged immediately, rushed toward my most southern regions and hardened like bad arteries. Trinity Sweet, the source of my lust-filled thoughts was sitting on the countertop, her back pressed firmly against the upper cabinets. The black turtle-neck sweater she wore during normal business hours was pulled up over her breast. A top I'd remembered well because earlier I'd noted the item and filed it away inside my mental rolledex for later uses. Trinity Sweet's black form-fitting skirt was also pushed and stuck on child barring hips. Hips that I would die to get in between. I swallowed... Hard. Quietly, I'd inched forward, got closer for a better view of my half naked bosses frame. My never moving my eyes stayed against her. I licked my lips. Again, I swallowed, and became a fan of voyeurism.

Knees bent. His upper body, slightly bent at the waist. The male stranger in front of Trinity had his face buried in between her thighs. His head was moving around feverishly. The God-like lover was tasting what I've carved to taste for years now. Trinity Sweet was gripping the back of his head, tightly. Her eyes closed, and that beautiful face bald into a mask of pleasure. She trembled from that serious mouth passion the office lover was supplying. The orgasmic notes coming out of her mouth floated in my ears, almost causing me to cross the few steps that separated me from them, knock his ass to the floor, out my way, and replace his tongue with my mine, or replace that tongue with a eger erection. Give, Ms. Sweet the dick good. Give it to my boss lady better than any other lovers she might have had. My manhood ached to be inside her. Ached to feel what she felt like. My dick was hard enough to cut glass and struggled to burst free from the chokehold my slacks had on it.

I eyed her breast, the dark brown circles, circling hardened nipples pointed at me. Absent-mindedly I rubbed my erection through my pants. The naked brute, chose that moment to stand upright. I flinched, scared that I was caught in the voyeuristic act. I paused, thinking I'd forgotten how to breathe because I hadn't exhaled since the male figure moved inching a little closer to her than he already was. Trinity reached down, took his dick in her hand and moved it up and down the folds of her sex. She did that for a while. I watched the entire thing intently. Even if I wanted to look away, leave the breakroom there was no way in hell I would've been able to. I was trapped and there was no way to break free.

Trinity Sweet pulled her lover closer, pulled his manhood against the entrance of her sex. I saw when he pushed his dick inside her, not all of it, not all at once. Her eyes fluttered open when he penetrated her. That's when she saw me, noticed that I had been watching them, watching her and him. My voyeurism was exposed but, still I couldn't leave. The sweetest smirk decorated her beautiful face as she grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside her. Trinity eyes were on me. They stayed on me while he fucked her.

Trinity's lover pressed into her as our eyes locked on one another, anchored in place. I nodded at her, the subtle jester complimenting what I'd witnessed.

Trinity continued to be sexed on the sixty seventh floor office building breakroom counter top of the multi million dollar company she owned.

Beautiful random notes, like "Ooh's." And a few "Ahh's." Spilled from her lips.

Trinity glared at me, watched me while another man made her cum hard. A wave of jealousy washed over me as the Olive Skinned man stroked her bringing his self and Trinity once again to a powerful climax. When it was over, I turned and walked away from that erotic breakroom rendezvous.