“You can’t imagine how much I wanted to do that out there on the dance floor, Rick, right out in the open for all the world to see. I just wanted to reach down there an’ rub this big ol’ cock right there in front of all those people. I’d have given anything to see the looks on their faces, seein’ a white woman rubbin’ a black man’s cock right there on that dance floor.”
Laying her pretty face against his broad chest she looked at me as she crooned,
“Your boss is a real stud, Dickie boy, an’ I do mean stud. Son bite noir ça fait tellement de bien (His black cock just feels so good), cher, tellement bon (so good),” and looking up at him with half-closed eyes, she purred,
“Et grand, bébé (An’ big, baby), it is just soooo big…I’ve never felt one this big before…or this hard either, lover…mon Dieu, it’s so hard!”
As the song ended. Blondie looked at me with her naughty-girl smile, her hand still methodically massaging the bulge in Beau’s pants, and taunted, “Sugar, I feel so damned decadent right now, knowin’ I’m gettin’ ready to fuck your boss with you watchin’ me do it. God, that is just so fuckin’ wicked, n’est-ce pas, (isn’t it) Dickie boy?”
When I just grinned in response, she went on, “I’m goin’ to take my skirt and blouse off and dance with Beau in my panties and bra, d’accord? You’ll like that, won’t you, Dickie boy?”
I smiled, “You know it, Blondie, you fucking well know it you little prickteaser.”
She kissed Beau lightly, purring, “See, baby, didn’t I tell you he wants to watch us be naughty?”
Stepping back from him, she murmured, “Oh yeah, I’m gonna be real nice to Beau, Dickie boy—I’m gonna give him a night he’s never ever gonna forget, vous m’entendez? (you hear me)? We’re gonna have ourselves the best little fête d’entreprise (company party) anyone’s ever had, d’accord, baby?”
Beau looked like he was holding his breath until I grinned and said, “You’re a lucky man, Beau. You’re about to get some of the best pussy you’ve ever had.”
Blondie grinned a smug, victorious grin, first at me, then at Beau as she released her grip on his cock, and moving to the music, unbuttoned her pink blouse, slipping out of it and tossing it to me. Her soft, white breasts were nestled enticingly in the lacy pink bra cups, multiple strands of gleaming pearls resting between them. Smiling seductively at Beau, she reached behind her with both hands and unzipped her short skirt. Jiggling her hips slowly in time to the music, she put her thumbs in the waistband, pulled the skirt down below her knees, and stepped out of it. Kicking it to one side, she stuck her thumbs in the waist of her tan pantyhose and peeled them down to her ankles. Sitting on the bed she removed one sexy pink high-heel at a time then stripped off her pantyhose.
Replacing her shoes, my sexy little Dixie Pixie stood facing Beau in her dainty, pink lace bra, her sheer, pink, bikini panties and her pink ankle strap heels. She was a voluptuous, blond vision as she pirouetted to face away from Beau, her soft, pale body marred only by the reddish mark of constriction the pantyhose left on her waist. Standing with feet spread and arms akimbo, she struck a sexy pose, cooing over her shoulder, through her thick, platinum tresses,