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Horsing Around!

Written By Tina Majors Concept by Devin Dickie

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Horsing Around

By Tina Majors

Chapter One

Each and every day at Black Dynamite Investments is pretty much non-stop action. I mean, I’m talking about huge multi-million-dollar deals being landed, lost, and won back in the space of an hour. It’s a competitive, relentless environment that rewards guts, decisive action, and the kind of ruthless plays that only the most alpha in the business world could ever comprehend pulling off.

But don’t get me wrong.
I’m no alpha businesswoman.
No, I’m just a secretary.
Well, I say just... that’s not quite true, but more of that

later.
The name’s Tammy Rider. I’ve been working at BDI for a

couple of years now after dropping out of my English major at

the nearby Ivy League school. Turns out studying and spending hours and hours trying to get a decent grade in a book report over a novel I really didn’t think was all that just wasn’t for me.

So, the plan now was that reading was for pleasure only, and life was all about doing the nine to five and taking my time to decide what I really wanted. I’d actually fallen into a decent situation at BDI, given how well they paid and the annual holidays they offered. This of course meant that I was able to save enough money to travel during the summer and also continue work on my novel.

Yeah, I like to write.

This often came as a surprise to people given my appearance... I probably look more like a TikTok big-titty tease than the next Ernest Hemingway, but appearances can be deceptive as they say. I actually love nothing more than people watching, observing what is going on around me and making mental or hastily jotted down notes so that I can implement my observations in my writing.

So, anyway, where was I?

Right... Black Dynamite Investments.

Well, it paid well, the holidays were great, and there was of course the fact that the building was jam packed with the kind of testosterone fuelled, big, strong alpha men that if you didn’t know better could easily pass as being members of the city’s NBA franchise.

It was a business that had been built by a group of the city’s black millionaires over the last twenty years and was now largely managed by black guys, usually recruits from the same Ivy League college I flunked out of.

Of course, they always held places open for guys who they had known growing up and were graduating from the smaller colleges too, building a real sense of community in the place, albeit one that was built on everyone pushing everyone else to the limit.

But it wasn’t like it was only black men who worked here. There were plenty of white guys and women too... it was just that they seemed to somewhat take a backseat.

In more ways than one.

So, apparently, I was to be moving offices. A mini promotion up to the fifteenth floor that came with my own office and access to the management rest and relaxation suites that were on each floor too. I was still going to be a secretary, just one with a roving brief, able to move around and assist people as and when I was required.

All in all, a really positive move.

Getting ready that morning, I decided to dress a little more conservatively than I normally would. Just to make sure that I was able to avoid any unwanted attention – some of the other women in the building could be quite bitchy, especially as my GG breasts and perfect bubble-booty were prone to quite a lot of attention at the best of times.

So, fixing my platinum blonde hair into a smart, high ponytail and easing my Prada reading glasses into position, I picked up my car keys, headed out of the apartment and began the short drive to work.

Little did I realise that while all eyes might be on me in my tight pinstripe pant suit and buttoned up white blouse, my own eyes would quickly be drawn to something altogether different.

It turned out that how they do things on the fifteenth floor is very, very different to what I had witnessed at Black Dynamite Investments on my journey there so far...

Chapter Two

My first morning in my new role was pretty uneventful, at least to begin with. I had a pile of emails to get through, nothing more than basic replies, and had to take notes on a meeting that was pretty much an excuse for some of the high performing sales managers to get together and pat each other on the back for nailing an absolutely massive new deal.

It wasn’t totally without interest though...

One of the investment managers was Keelan Williams, known to be one of the most ambitious and ruthless up and comers in the company. A former college football star, he not only had the brains, but the physicality too... it was almost like he was able to intimidate the white-collar investors into

following his leads, his strategies, and basically whatever the hell else he wanted too.

At 6’5” and with the kind of gym honed physique that looked great on the beach and incredibly good in a finely tailored Italian suit, it was difficult for me to keep my eyes off him as he ended up taking control of the meeting, spelling out exactly how and why he had played a key role in the deal.

“Just so y’all know,” he declared, his voice booming across the large room that overlooked the parking lot and company gardens. “Without me, this deal would never have broken the thirty million barrier. Isn’t that right, Timothy?”

Timothy was one of the smaller number of white sales managers. A pretty average looking guy by normal standards, he looked like a tiny little teenager in the presence of Keelan and the other men in the room. His slim frame, pale skin, and quiet voice was just a total contrast to everyone else, and I could tell he was a little on edge, nervous almost, as Keelan spoke to him.

Or should that be at him.

“No answer, Timothy?” Keelan said, his laughter ricocheting across the room. “See guys, this is the kind of energy that nearly cost us the deal. Lucky for little Timothy here that I was there to save the day. I hope you’re taking notes of all this over there in the corner!”

Suddenly the focus was on me as Keelan and the rest of the group turned to look at me as I quietly tapped away on my tablet. I felt myself blush as I saw Keelan in particular eying me up from head to toe and back again.

I also noticed Timothy, his face flushing bright red, clearly incredibly uncomfortable with what was happening, although possibly also relieved that the attention was off him, albeit temporarily.

“Okay, that’s time,” Keelan announced, checking the huge gold Rolex on his equally sizeable wrist. “It’s Tammy, right? Tammy Rider? Once you’ve typed these notes up, can you email them over to me. Actually, wait, print them off too and bring them up to my office.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, my eyes struggling to not overtly check out his body, especially what appeared to be the sizeable package straining at the front of his suit trousers. “I’ll have it with you shortly.”

I watched then as the men left the room, laughing and joking and in very good spirits. I caught something else too... there was something about the way that Keelan was touching Timothy’s shoulder, and then letting his hand wander down his ide towards Timothy’s waist, that seemed a little strange.

Timothy definitely seemed uncomfortable, that was for sure.

Something for me to keep an eye on, that was for certain, but right now I had the notes to type up and print off, plus of course the fact that I had the morning Starbucks delivery to sort out too.

Still, as I left, I couldn’t help but give one more glance over towards Timothy. Without a shadow of doubt, there was something going on there I just couldn’t quite put my finger on...

Chapter Three

I managed to get the coffee delivery distributed and the notes typed up in double quick time. So fast in fact that I actually managed to do a little digging around online too...

I found Timothy’s online presence pretty quickly and it was certainly quite an eye-opening experience. Specifically one aspect...

His wife.

Kristin Montag was an absolute knockout. I mean, I identify as pretty much straight, but I can appreciate the female

form just as well as any red-blooded male and, in my eyes, there was no doubting how incredibly hot Kristin was.

With shoulder length blonde hair and the kind of sparkling blue eyes that look as if they’ve been put through a filter or two, she had a rare kind of beauty. Her red lips were naturally plump, their size emphasized by her high cheekbones and perfectly feminine face.

But that wasn’t all.

Her titties looked even bigger than mine, and that was saying something. As I swiped through her photos, I could see her in various outfits that revealed the full extent of her astonishingly voluptuous body. Swimsuits, workout clothes, even an array of fancy dress costumes... they all seemed to highlight what was her absolutely bodacious, eye-poppingly stunning body...

Bombastic breasts for days.
A tiny little waist.
Strong, curvy thighs and legs that looked like they would

be capable of taming the wildest horse on the ranch.

Oh, and a thick, perfectly rounded booty that I knew from my own experience would have come from many hours of heavy lifting, eating right, and obeying every last order from her personal trainer, whoever the lucky guy happened to be.

So, she was hot.

But why was she with someone like Timothy?

I mean, based on what I had seen in the meeting earlier that morning, he was never going to win Alpha of the Year, and probably wouldn’t even be allowed to enter either if I was being perfectly honest about it.

Hey, who was I to judge though?

Right now, I had more important things to do, like using the next fifteen minutes I had spare to secretly work on my novel while everyone else got on with their work. That was the benefit of having my own senior secretary office, I could kind of fly under the radar a little bit.

With this in mind, I decided to spend a little bit more time digging around and finding out more about Kristin. There was something about her look, her pretty open display of flaunting

her body online, and the fact she seemed to have a pretty large following on her Instagram that made her potentially a compelling character for me to put in my fiction.

As I cast my eyes over her Instagram account, the various workout videos not only showcasing her athleticism, but also giving an up close and personal view of her extra-curvy body in a variety of droolworthy positions, it caught my eye that a lot of the comments underneath her posts were from black guys.

They clearly liked what they saw.

The question in my mind was... what did Kristin think of this attention?

Chapter Four

I made my way up to Keelan’s office on the penthouse level. The change in décor was subtle, but clear to see if you knew what you were looking for.

Gold doorhandles.
Expensive imported rugs on the floor.
Large, and clearly expensive, paintings hung on the walls. I had to admit it, I was impressed.
Anyway, I was a little distracted so must have wandered

into the wrong room. This was something I was prone to, so no surprise really. But, just as I realised my mistake and was about to turn around and head out, I heard a noise coming from the room next door.

Sharp, rhythmic slapping sounds.

Someone crying out in pain.

Followed by more slapping sounds, almost like flesh on flesh...

My writerly instincts piqued, I tiptoed towards the thin wall and pressed my ear up against it.

“Take it like the weak little bitch-boy you are,” came the muffled words as the smacking sound continued. “Say thank you sir after each spank.”

Each spank?
What the hell was I listening to?
My heart was racing, and I found it impossible to pull

away, almost like my ear was glued to the wall. With my mind racing with possibilities and questions, I continued to listen as the familiar voice and yelps of pain went on, with no sign of letting up.

“Please, please, I’m begging you, no more,” came the other voice, very different sounding, even taking into account the fact that they were clearly in pain and very flustered. “I promise I’ll do better next time... aww!”

As the punishment continued, I became conscious that my nipples were rock hard and full-on erect underneath my blouse. The kind of extreme hardness that is actually bordering on painful. My lacey black panties too were soaking up the wetness that had built up inside my pussy too.

There was something incredibly and unmistakably exhilarating at the thought of what I might be listening to, and more specifically... who.

At this point, I became so consumed by what was going on, my hand beginning to push and rub over the smooth, tight material around my crotch, that I felt myself stumble and nearly knock a vase off the shelf next to me.

Maybe that was a sign?

After all, whatever was going on in there was clearly something private, behind closed doors. With that in mind, I composed myself, and got ready to leave the room and attempt to find Keelan’s office to drop off the printed meeting notes.

The only thing I hadn’t banked on was that Keelan’s office was a lot closer than I realised. It was the very next room. The one I had been listening in on.

With a Do Not Disturb sign over the door, I simply pushed the notes underneath the door and quickly scurried to the nearest bathroom. With my mind and pussy now in overdrive, I too needed privacy, and fast.

Chapter Five

For the rest of that day, my mind was racing about what I had overheard in Keelan’s office. Of course, it didn’t take much of a stretch to figure out it was Timothy in there with him. I mean, I had literally witnessed what had gone on in the meeting, and despite the muffled sound, I felt pretty damned confident that it was his voice I had heard begging for mercy and crying out in pain as Keelan’s hand came down on him.

Back at home that evening, I had dug deeper into Timothy and his wife Kristin’s online presence, really searching out for any clues I could pick up.

Was Kristin aware of what was going on? Was Timothy being blackmailed by Keelan?

How long had this been happening, and how far had it gone?

Most of the answers evaded me, but this just fed into my desire to find out more. So, despite the fact that I enjoyed snooping around photos of their vacations together, I knew that if I wanted to get to the bottom of things, I would need to use my new-found freedom at work to really discover the true extent of what was going down.

The next morning, having certainly enjoyed myself – along with my vibrator – to thoughts of Keelan and his big, black dick as I practically masturbated myself to sleep the night before, I arrived at work feeling fresh and ready to go.

I made sure I was earlier than usual, powered through some filing that normally would have taken up most of my morning, and then began to ask around, find out more about both Timothy and Keelan.

The other secretaries and colleagues I spoke with pretty much confirmed my suspicions about them as individuals. Timothy was a kind of nerdy tech guy who had seen his role

side-lined by the more aggressive, dominant personalities. Keelan was an out and out leader, the kind of dominant personality whose name clearly invoked respect, but also fear.

Oh, and every single one of the secretaries told me he was notorious for having the biggest, thickest dick in the entire company. This I could very much believe.

There were rumours too about what went on inside his office, and this was something I knew I had to investigate a little closer.

So, knowing that he wasn’t due in to work for another hour, I decided to sneak into his office and have a look around, see what I could find.

Easy, right?

Well, it was all going to plan. The penthouse floor was pretty much deserted barring the odd assistant, and I was making my way around his luxuriously decked out office. It was big, had one of the best views in the building, and the wall behind his desk was decorated with gold framed photos of him with a series of different women.

One thing that was immediately obvious to me though was that each of these women had several easily identifiable things in common...

They were white.
They had big titties.
They all looked equally delighted to have Keelan’s big,

wide hands all over them as they posed for the photo.

Suddenly, I found my heart racing a little. My mind was naturally wondering about what he would look like naked, whether his dick really was as big as everyone said. Then, I spotted a walk-in cupboard in the corner, the door slightly ajar.

My writerly curiosity kicked in.
I knew I had to investigate.
But just as I was opening the door, I heard Keelan’s

unmistakably booming voice approaching. He wasn’t alone either, as I heard Timothy’s pleading, wimpy voice sounding increasingly panicked too.

I don’t know what possessed me, but in that moment I guess I just panicked and went with my instincts. Jumping into

the walk-in cupboard and shutting the door behind me, I watched as the pair of them entered.

Looking through the small keyhole, my eyes widened. What the hell was going on?
Of course, I was about to find out exactly what...
“Sir, please, people could hear you!” Timothy said, his

voice a mixture of pleading but with a hint of defiance to it. “There’s a limit to what I can deal with!”

“You do not speak to me like that!” Keelan replied, cutting across Timothy as he spoke and roughly grabbing him by his arm and practically throwing him across the room without even looking like he was trying. “Get on all fours and crawl back to me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Aside from the fact that this was very clearly a case of workplace harassment, what I was seeing was more like a master and slave relationship as opposed to two workplace colleagues.

But, to my shock, Timothy reluctantly got on all fours and duly crawled over to Keelan’s feet, his head bowed low and his ass sticking up in the air.

It was like he was putting himself in a position he had experienced before. Clearly, what I had heard through the wall yesterday wasn’t a one-time thing.

Far from it.

“Damn, girl, get up onto your feet and out of that cheap ass suit,” Keelan said, kicking Timothy off balance and forcing him onto his back. “I said, strip!”

Making sure to stay absolutely still and keeping my breathing as quiet and calm as possible – no easy task in this situation – I continued to watch as Timothy got to his feet and began removing his clothes, quickly stripping down to a matching bra and panty set that would have made a stripper blush.

The mesh waistband of the bright red panties cut into Timothy’s slender yet soft waist, the narrow spread of material at the back riding high up into his rounded, slightly pudgy ass

cheeks. The bra was similarly small, the two triangles covering his nipples were mesh and pretty much see-through, the sight of two small metal nipple clamps underneath becoming perfectly clear to me as I strained my eyes to focus through the small peephole in the door.

“Now fetch your heels and give me ten laps,” Keelan ordered, leaning against his huge mahogany desk. “That’s it, wiggle that white-boy booty for me.”

I felt my heart almost stop as Timothy walked past the cupboard I found myself hiding in, pausing momentarily as if he suspected someone else other than Keelan was watching him parade around in his slutty panties.

“Damn, you get cuter every day you little sissy bitch,” Keelan said, grabbing Timothy and pulling him in close to him, his strong arms wrapping around Timothy’s small shoulders. “Maybe I should tell Kristin about our little arrangement? What do you think?”

“No! That was never, ever part of the deal Keelan,” Timothy said, sounding angry and terrified in equal measure. “Kristin would leave me!”

Keelan was clearly enjoying every second of this.

“Well, what are you going to do to convince me otherwise?” he said, grabbing Timothy’s ass cheeks and wobbling them, parting them and generally fondling them in any way he chose, treating Timothy as some kind of toy to play with, to tease, to treat exactly as he pleased.

“Anything, I’ll do anything, sir,” Timothy replied, clearly uncomfortable, blushing as Keelan pulled his panties down.

“Jerk that little white-boy clit for me,” Keelan said, removing his suit jacket and looking impeccably smart but also incredibly buff in his crisp white shirt and black polka dot tie. “Wank that useless little pencil-dick for me, show me what a dumb little sissy wimp you are.”

I could see that Timothy really did have a small dick too. It must have been about three and a half inches, four at the most, and with a really small girth to it. I’d certainly seen a few small

white-boy dicks in my life, and this one would have been right up there with the most pathetic, that was for sure.

“Looks like you’re getting close,” Keelan said, unzipping his pants and letting his huge, thick, black horse-dick flop out. “Now stare at this. Keep your eyes locked on your Black God’s meat as you fist-fuck that sissy-stick.”

I watched on in shock as Timothy did exactly as he was told, furiously pumping his fist for all of sixty seconds, obediently staring at Keelan’s mammoth dick as his own comically small cock exploded, his spunk flying up and back down onto his lap.

“No time to clean it off,” Keelan said, putting his dick back in his pants. “You can take your nipples clamps off but keep the bra and panties. We’ve got a conference call with our people in Japan in five. Let’s go, boy.”

I truly couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed.

It was like something out of the wildest interracial porn. I mean, I knew it was a thing that dominant black guys liked to dominate white women... but men too?

Clearly Keelan wasn’t gay, it was a power thing for him.

But where did that leave Timothy? It definitely appeared like he was being coerced into acting and dressing like a sissy, but what was also perfectly clear was the fact that his dick was as hard as anything and shooting jizz in rapid-fire time.

This would need more investigation, much more.

But all of that could wait, right then I needed them to hurry the hell up and get out of the office so that I could get myself out of the damn cupboard.

Chapter Six

The next few weeks followed the same pattern. During the day, I would spend my time on the lookout for clues, trying to get a further glimpse into Timothy’s life under the apparent control of Keelan.

Now that I knew he was wearing panties and bras underneath his clothes, and the kind of stuff that was going on inside Keelan’s office when the doors were shut, it meant that I could probe and push other people who I suspected might also have an inside line into what was going on...

“So, Kacey, you used to work with Timothy, right?” I asked, taking a moment to admire Kacey’s long legs as she approached me in her workout one-piece, ready to hit the stepper at the company gym. “Ever notice anything... strange... going on there?”

Kacey paused, arching her eyebrow a little.

It was as if she was gauging just how much I knew, deliberating over what to reveal to me. I could tell she knew something, it was just a question of what exactly...

“I mean, sure,” she replied, taking a sip of water and flexing her thigh muscles a little, making them wobble inside the skin-tight grey material. “I went to college with his wife, Kristin. I always wondered how she put up with his little weeny dickie. We haven’t really spoken in years though, just kind of naturally drifted apart, so who knows what she thinks now.”

Kacey laughed, and I did too, not wanting to give anything away myself.

“Oh, yeah, was she a size queen or something?” I asked, trying to tease out more information.

“Aren’t we all, honey?” Kacey replied. “But seriously though... I think she really loves Timothy and is able to get past his lack of package. Still, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t crave more, right?”

I nodded.

This was all very interesting, but I needed more.

“Are Timothy and Keelan Williams close?” I asked, careful not to push too hard. “I see them with each other a lot. You know, I’m just wondering so I can figure out who I need to impress to get my next pay rise.”

Kacey paused, a smile coming over her face, before she got onto the stepper and began her workout. Had she busted me? Did she know what I knew?

“Oh, they’re close alright,” she replied, turning her head back to face me as she warmed up, her long, strong legs and impressive ass slowly getting up to speed. “All I’ll say is this... I’ve seen some very interesting things happen in the Japanese relaxation garden after everyone else has gone home.”

With that, she chuckled to herself and turned away, ready to work up a sweat. Meanwhile, I stood there, my mind whirring and conjuring up images of Keelan, Timothy, and whatever the hell it was they were doing in the company gardens.

Well, if I really wanted to get to the bottom of this, there was only one way to find out... and after quickly accessing the BDI online company schedule, I saw that Keelan had booked the gardens for private use that very evening.

Chapter Seven

I found a pretty great spot in the company gardens, just on the perimeter of the Japanese relaxation space, totally hidden but thankfully nowhere near as cramped as the cupboard in Keelan’s office.

Having arrived a little bit earlier than the space had been booked for, I got settled in and even managed to swipe through some emails I had waiting for me to do the next day. Mostly it was typical stuff, but I noticed an email reminder about the big Halloween party that was coming up soon.

The Halloween parties at BDI were pretty legendary.

With no expense spared on the decorations, celebrity singers and rappers performing, and a totally free bar that was

fully loaded with the best champagne, shots and on-point cocktails too, it was a highlight of the year.

Last year I’d ended up getting a little drunk and exposing my titties to one of the senior managers who happened to be retiring later that year. I was lucky it didn’t cost me my job... and I won’t reveal here what it was I had to do to Mr Kingsely-Raport to avoid any formal punishment.

Anyway, with my mind wandering and considering exactly what I would be wearing for the upcoming Halloween party, I heard Keelan’s trademark booming voice approaching and positioned myself ready to watch how this was going to play out.

Wait, maybe this wasn’t what I had hoped for...

“Okay, so the deal is nearly done, we just need the signatures from Japan,” Keelan said, taking a seat on the wooden bench, promptly joined by Tyrese Latefe, one of the company’s up and comers, and built like an absolute tank too, a legacy from his days as a college wrestler and four-time MVP defensive player on the football squad too.

“That’s perfect, thank you for letting me in on this deal,” Tyrese replied, confident but also making sure to retain a sense of respect to his senior colleague. “I thought Timothy was joining us?”

Ah, now this was more like it...

“Don’t worry, he will be soon enough,” Keelan said, turning his cell phone screen towards Tyrese, the pair of them bursting out in laughter.

Damn, I needed to see that phone screen...

A moment later, I saw Timothy approach and despite everything I had seen so far, couldn’t quite believe what I was witnessing. Dressed in a cheerleader’s outfit, a platinum blonde pigtails wig, and what appeared to be a pair of fake breasts underneath his red and white crop-top, Timothy walked over towards Keelan and Tyrese and stood before them.

“Oh, damn,” Tyrese said, licking his lips, his huge legs parting to reveal an equally sizeable bulge in between them. “So this is the surprise?”

“Yeah, and it’s your reward too,” Keelan said. “You did some killer work on the deal. So, why not let you have some slutty white-boy ass from my special little sissy friend?”

I could see that Timothy looked worried.
Like, seriously worried.
Blushing, with his hands awkwardly across the front of his

short, pleated cheerleader skirt, he didn’t know where to look as Tyrese sized him up.

“Get over here, let me see those titties,” Tyrese said.

“Oh, you’ll love these,” Keelan laughed. “Bitch, get that top pulled up and shake those breasts for Tyrese.”

Timothy appeared to momentarily pause before thinking better of it and then stepped forward and raised his top to reveal two super-realistic breast forms stuck to his chest. They were probably the equivalent of FFF sized titties and had the pinkest, longest nipples I had ever seen at the end of them.

This was wild.

But something told me that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

I watched as Tyrese unzipped his trousers, stood up and let his rock hard, ten-inch dick spring up. Grabbing Timothy by his pigtails, he drew him in close and began to slap his erect snake up and down on the breasts, spitting on them to get them wet before beginning to titty-fuck Timothy.

“Stick that tongue out, hoe,” Keelan barked, filming the entire affair on his phone and laughing as Tyrese slapped Timothy’s cheeks from side to side. “Get that tongue right out for your Black Daddy’s best friend. All the way!”

Timothy did get his tongue out and soon enough Tyrese was driving his dick right up to it, the dribble and drool from Timothy’s mouth greasing up the thick, wide dick head as it bobbed up and down in between his fake breasts.

The level of degradation was shocking, although at the same time I couldn’t help myself from getting off on it, just as I had previously. This was a whole new world to me, but one that I had to admit I was getting more and more curious about.

“How’s that little clitty of yours?” Keelan asked, slapping his hand down over the front of Timothy’s crotch, pulling and

easily ripping off the button-up skirt to reveal the high-cut white thong. “If you’re hard in there you know I’m going to be slapping the shit out of that maggot. Hell, I might just do that anyway.”

Tyrese gave one final thrust and a stream of cum shot skywards between the squishy, huge breasts and up onto Timothy’s face and into his mouth.

“That’s it, you eat my cum you little slut,” Tyrese said, grunting as pumped his dick dry, stepping back and making sure that Timothy’s titties took their fair share of his seed too.

“Clean up those titties and make sure you’re early in tomorrow,” Keelan said, grabbing Timothy’s small bulge and firmly pulling and stretching it, showing no mercy as Timothy winced and cried out in pain. “Don’t make me send the video of this evening’s action to your dear, darling wife Kristin.”

Keelan and Tyrese laughed, leaving Timothy standing there, his dick and balls throbbing, his pride and dignity totally out of the window.

I watched as Timothy pulled his crop top down over the cum-covered breasts, lifted his skirt back up and held it in place. He was a pathetic, totally degraded and emasculated sight, that was for sure.

But how was he going to explain his late arrival home to his wife? Had he already come up with some kind of excuse, or would he bluff his way out of it?

I had to know.

I had to see what his homelife looked like to make sense of why he was allowing himself to be treated like this at work.

There was only one thing for it, I would follow him home and take my detective work to the next level...

Chapter Eight

I managed to tail Timothy back to his place pretty easily. I’m not saying I’m a natural born private detective or anything, but it was certainly beginning to feel like that was a potential calling if my career as a novelist didn’t take off.

Anyway...

I parked my car across the road from Timothy’s house and watched as he got out of his pretty standard SUV hybrid and walked into the house. It was too soon for me to make my move, so decided to just chill and plan out exactly how I was going to get close enough so that I could see, and hopefully hear, what was going on inside between him and Kristin, his wife.

About twenty minutes later, I saw Kristin’s car pull up. It was a significantly more expensive, two-seater convertible Porsche that looked to my eye to be one of the latest models that had just come out.

Hey, don’t judge me, I’m no petrol-head but these are the kinds of things a girl picks up working in a macho, big business environment.

Anyhow, the fact that she drove a more expensive, flashier car than Timothy was interesting. It suggested that she was the one taking the lead in the relationship, maybe even that she had control of the finances?

I slouched down in my seat and watched as she got out of the car, her body looking even more spectacular in real life than it did in the many photos of her I had seen online.

Waiting just about long enough to make sure she was settled inside, I got out of my car and crept towards the house, finding a nice spot outside their kitchen where I could listen and learn...

“Oh, nothing interesting, just the usual,” Timothy replied, trying his best to sound casual but clearly still a bit shaken up. “Cool,” Kristin replied, a little distracted. “Now you know

your Halloween party that’s coming up? I can actually make it now.”

I peeked inside and the look on Timothy’s face told its own story. To me, it looked like the prospect of Kristin turning up at the party was a serious worry to him, like he knew full well that Keelan would try and push his buttons, embarrass or degrade him in some way.

I mean, I had seen with my own eyes exactly what he was capable of doing to Timothy, so could understand why he would be nervous and uneasy at the prospect.

Still, this was all speculation on my part, to find out more I had to keep on listening...

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Timothy said, pouring a glass of red wine for Kristin. “I might start looking around for a new job soon. Something maybe a bit less... intense.”

Kristin rolled her eyes and tutted, clearly not into the idea.

“Well, as long as you earn either as much or more, that’s fine,” she said. “But shouldn’t you want to be in a high intensity kind of environment? What is it, the testosterone levels too high?”

I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic, trying to prove a point, or hinting at something else alltogether, but I could see that her reply had annoyed Timothy.

“Hey, come here,” Kristin continued, possibly aware that she had caused offence. “Let me show you how much I love you for bringing in the money and letting me have all the nice things.”

I watched as she took a long sip of her drink before then putting her glass down on the worktop and beckoning Timothy over with her finger.

Kristin unbuttoned her shirt and lifted her titties right out of her bra, the two huge breasts bouncing around right in front of Timothy’s face. She then proceeded to unzip his pants and take his small, but clearly rapidly hardening dick, out of his pants...

“Now, my cute little hubby, you bury your face in these while I play with your teeny-weeny little dickie,” Kristin said, giggling as Timothy duly plunged his face into her heaving

chest. “That’s it, suck on those nipples, let me wank your itty-bitty dick. Oh, that was fast! Even for you!”

He had barely last thirty seconds.

I watched as Kristin pulled away and walked over to the basin, washing the cum of her hands before walking back to her glass of wine and taking a big gulp. There was a look of wicked satisfaction on her face as she watched Timothy get his breath back, the chance to nuzzle in her naked breasts clearly overwhelming him.

“Now, let’s not hear any more talk about you looking for another job,” Kristin said, tossing her hair back. “And don’t worry... I’ll be coming to your Halloween party, ready to do you proud.”

Sure, this was probably fun for Kristin... but could this guy truly satisfy her? If it was me, I know I’d need a bigger dick, and certainly one with more stamina than Timothy’s had just shown.

Still, it wasn’t my business to get involved. I was simply there to observe and try and put the pieces of the puzzle

together. Just as they were about to embark on another conversation about the Halloween party, the pair of them took their drinks and walked through to the living room, promptly closing the blinds too.I was left with little option but to head back to my car and try and process what I had seen. On the drive home, I tried to put the pieces into place as best as I could...One: Keelan was physically and mentally bullying Timothy at work.
Two: Timothy wanted to keep Kristin away from the Halloween party.Three: Kristin knew full well the sexual power she held over Timothy and wasn’t afraid to use it to get what she wanted.
Four: There was a good chance that something was going to happen, that the situation could potentially come to a head at the party... it was just a case of who, what, and how it would all go down.

There was far more to this situation than I knew, but it definitely felt like I was getting closer to working it all out.

Timothy’s willingness to go along with being humiliated or teased was super-interesting to me... it was like he knew he was inferior to more traditionally masculine men, and at times I suspected he even got off on it. But when it came to the crunch of his wife being in the same room as his tormentor, that’s when he really seemed to become uncomfortable.

All would surely be revealed at the party.

Speaking of which, I still had my costume to sort out...

Chapter Nine

The evening of the Halloween party at Black Dynamite Investments came around pretty quickly. It was a busy time of year with several huge deals being closed, and I had actually been worked off my feet with the mountains of paperwork, social media content, and general helping out that was required at times like this.

Not that I was complaining.

After all, from the relative safety net of my new office, I was able to manage my own workload in a way that most of the other basic secretaries weren’t, so still had plenty of time to work on my novel on the low-down.

Of course, I still had my eyes trained on both Keelan Williams and Timothy. The only problem was that they were

busy too, so I hadn’t managed to witness any more situations like the one I had done in the Japanese relaxation gardens.

That’s not to say I had struck out in other regards though.

In fact, on three occasions I had walked past Keelan’s office, jumped into the neighbouring meeting room and heard a variety of noises that I could only describe as... interesting.

Spanking sounds...
Squealing, whimpering, even moaning...
Coughing, spluttering, choking noises...
The sound of flesh against flesh...
I was desperate to know exactly what was being done, and

just how much it was being enjoyed by both parties - or not - as the case may be.

Anyway, with Keelan being out of town on business for the last few days, it had all been quiet on that front. I had checked up on Kristin’s social media and seen that her and Timothy had been frequenting some pretty damned exclusive restaurants recently too, no doubt already spending the expected annual bonus that was heading Timothy’s way later in the year. I had to

be honest, they looked pretty happy in the photos, living the good life being a big part of their lifestyle and the two of them seemingly on track in that regard.

Timothy appeared relaxed and happy in the photos too, no doubt in part because Keelan was away from the office and not having his way with him.

So, with my work for the day wrapped up, I decided to change into my outfit and join my girlfriends for what promised to be a big night.

But what was I wearing?

Well, in the end it was an easy choice. I was going as Catwoman. There was something about the skin-tight, figure hugging latex that just did it for me. I shut the blinds to my office window and quickly stripped down to my tiny pastel blue thong. The costume was so form-fitting that I would have no need for a bra either, which was always a bonus. I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror and I have to say that I looked absolutely on-point. The hours in the gym for the last few weeks had got me trim in all the right places, and really

built my booty up to something close to perfection – even if I did say so myself.

Oh, and the fact that I got to wear a mask also played into my personal preferences for going incognito... after all, who knows what I might be looking at later on.

Chapter Ten

I’d been at the party for about an hour, and so far no sign of either Keelan, Timothy, or Kristin.

Weird.

Anyway, that wasn’t to say that I wasn’t having fun myself. Me and a few of my fellow secretaries had been busy sipping on the fine champagne and really getting down and dirty with the office gossip.

You know, the kind of subject matter that only really gets talked about when inhibitions are lowered?

Well it turned out, as expected perhaps, that Keelan and Tyrese weren’t the only guys at BDI to have long, thick, and ultra-hard dicks.

But they’re stories for another time...

I had just returned from a quick bathroom break when I had to do a quick double take.

That wasn’t... Keelan... was it?
In a horse’s costume? Complete with working rear legs? Well, full marks for effort on the costume front. Also, full

marks for that upper body too... Keelan was bare chested from the waist upwards, his eight-pack rippling and defined so well it almost looked like an optical illusion. That, combined with his rock-hard and perfectly sculpted pecs, just made it impossible not to stop and stare for a moment.

I had to admit, I kind of had a crush on him.

It wasn’t just his physique, or his obvious success, but there was just something about his no holds barred attitude and confidence that did it for me. The fact that even in a corporate environment he had the sheer self-belief to rock long, perfectly braided hair just said it all.

Keelan did his own thing and wasn’t afraid to back himself.

Maybe it was the champagne bubbles going straight to my head, but I thought I might just approach him and try and spark something up between us.

What was the worst that could happen, right?

Well, just as I began to walk over, someone cut right across my path. A little put-out, I was about to shove my way in front of this woman. That was, until I realised who it was...

Wearing the tiniest cut-off denim shorts, classic pink and white plaid cowgirl shirt opened pretty much all the way down to her bellybutton, and of course the mandatory cowgirl hat, it was none other than Kristin.

Putting aside my initial irritation that she had got to Keelan before me, I had to face facts... she looked incredibly hot. As curvy as I was, I really didn’t match up to her, especially as she had gone so all-out in the slut-stakes with her outfit.

It seriously left pretty much nothing to the imagination.

But now wasn’t the time to get lost in her sumptuous body, I had to think fast and get listening to what was going down between her and Keelan...

“You must be Mr Williams? Timothy’s colleague?” Kristin said, her voice trembling a little, almost like she was struggling to maintain her composure.

“Boss actually,” Keelan laughed, his eyes scanning over her body, and not even hiding the fact either. “So... Timothy managed to bag a real woman. Damn. I’m surprised. Shocked even.”

Kristin blushed and played with her pigtails, obviously enjoying the attention but also unsure what to do with it. It was becoming obvious to me that she didn’t have much recent experience of dealing with alpha men like Keelan.

“I must say, this is a very... realistic... costume,” Kristin said, trying to change the subject away from herself, her eyes having been drawn to the super-realistic looking horse’s dick that was hanging down between the back legs of Keelan’s costume. “Oh my God. I can’t even look at it!”

Kristin began giggling almost uncontrollably, so much so that not only were her breasts bouncing all over the place, but she looked like she was about to fall. In desperation, she

reached out and grabbed at Keelan, only to find herself holding onto his actual dick.

“I’m sorry! I mean, wow! I mean, I’m sorry!” she spluttered, totally flustered by the sheer size of his semi-erect dong. “Jesus, this is big.”

“I’m glad you’re impressed,” Keelan said, maintaining that cool air of his, totally safe in the knowledge that Kristin was putty in his hands. “So, I’m guessing you’re not used to something this big?”

Kristin shook her head, her mouth wide open as Keelan lifted up the patch of material that had kept his cock hidden. It was getting harder, still some way from being fully erect, but it was clear to see that this was going to be a real eleven incher, with the thickness to match.

I actually couldn’t quite believe Keelan was being so open.

But then I remembered where I was...

Everyone was drunk, involved in their own dramas. The lights were low, the music was pumping. Keelan could probably have started driving his dick deep inside Kristin right there and

then and it would have taken a good few minutes for anyone to actually notice.

“Go on, give it a squeeze, it won’t bite,” Keelan said, taking Kristin’s other hand and placing it over the other half of his hardening dick. “Stroke it. Pump it for me. Ain’t no one looking.”

Kristin’s mouth was wide open as she began to nervously work his dick. I could see her legs were even trembling a little as she felt his cock begin to hit peak hardness in her tiny little hands.

If my pussy was wet and throbbing watching this display, then I could only imagine how wet she was...

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she stammered, looking around nervously, presumably for Timothy. “I... I... what if Timothy saw?”

“Don’t you worry about Little Timmy,” Keelan retorted, seemingly pushing his ass back towards the rear end of his costume, a muffled sound coming from it that I couldn’t quite explain. “If he was man enough, he’d be here with you now,

kicking my ass. No real man would let a woman like you come dressed like you are to a place like this, full of rich alpha black guys. But... Timmy isn’t a real man, is he?”

“N-n-n-n-n-no, I guess not,” Kristin said, a tiny bit of drool falling from her mouth and onto the tip of Keelan’s wide, bulbous dickhead.

“What kind of husband leaves his fine ass wife alone at a party?” Keelan continued, clearly egging her on, pushing her closer to the point of no return. “The things I’d do to that ass of yours...”

“Okay, what the hell, screw him!” Kristin declared, her voice full of excitement and adrenalin. “Let’s go to your office right now, before I change my mind. I want to get a better look at this big thing. At three times the size of Timothy’s, I’m guessing it lasts at least three times as long too... so we’re going to need some privacy.”

I was shocked.
She was really doing this.

I watched as Keelan gave her some instructions as to how to get up to his office. He told her to get herself ready for him, that he had to make his excuses to the senior managers, just as cover for leaving early.

But, as soon as Kristin was out of sight, I followed Keelan around the corner and into the lobby, discovering the real reason he wanted to be alone...

“Bitch, did I tell you to stop licking my asshole?” he bellowed, appearing to be talking to himself, but in actual fact talking to Timothy...

“Sir, please, not Kristin, don’t do anything with her, please,” Timothy said, pulling himself out of the back of Keelan’s outfit, his pale, weak body looking perfectly sissified in a black bra and panty set, the red frills around the edges making him looking even more feminine. “I’m begging you.”

Keelan simply laughed and spun Timothy around, the horse’s tail that was protruding from his ass swishing about from side to side.

“How’s that dildo fitting you?” Keelan said, squeezing Timothy’s nipples and stretching them out, his dark brown fingers engulfing Timothy’s small, puffy breasts. “Answer me white-boy!”

“It’s too big, I don’t know how long I can keep it in me,” Timothy begged, a look of sheer desperation on is eyes. “I-I-I-I...”

“Shut up! I’m sick of your hollering and complaining,” Keelan said, slapping his hand down on the prosthetic horse dick that was attached to Timothy’s balls.

Timothy cried out in pain, immediately halting his protests.

This was fascinating for me as I crouched behind the large palm tree in the foyer, taking it all in. I wondered what Kristin was doing to get herself prepared for Keelan, it wasn’t as if her pussy wasn’t already wet enough – if she couldn’t take his dick now, having fondled and drooled over it, there was little hope she ever would be able to.

I felt a pang of jealously at the thought of Keelan working his magic on Kristin, but before I could get too hung up on what I was missing out on, I realised that if I wanted to witness what was going down in his office, I would need to get my ass up there in double quick time, hopefully heading off Kristin and being able to sneak back in and get myself in the walk-in cupboard, ready for the show.

As I snuck across the empty foyer, I took one last glance towards the corner where Keelan continued to push and torment his little white-boy wimp.

I almost felt sorry for Timothy.

Well, almost...

As Keelan forced Timothy back down into position inside the horse outfit, clearly spreading his large, perfectly muscular black ass cheeks for timothy to take his place with his tongue pressed very much to action, I had a funny feeling that what I was about to witness was going to be a whole other level of Black Dynamite Investment action.

My only question was whether Kristin was as ready for it as I was.

Chapter Eleven

I just about managed to sneak into the cupboard in Keelan’s office in time. No sooner than I had closed the door and got myself in position, I saw a nervous looking Kristin walk in.

“Hello?” she said, looking around the large, impressively furnished office. “Keelan? Um, Mr Williams?”

“Well, hello,” came a voice behind her. “You found it.”

It was Keelan, still in his costume, and with a look of delight on his face as he once again took his time looking

Kristin up and down, licking his lips and rubbing his large hands together, almost like he was eyeing up his meal for the night.

“Now, I think it’s more than overdue that I get to see that thick body of yours in the flesh, don’t you?” he said, his tone firm but playful too. “Top off first, then shorts.”

“Yes, Mr Williams,” Kristin replied, sounding like she was getting off on being told what to do by the big, scary black man she barely knew but clearly was into on more than one level.

I watched as she removed her top, her titties spilling out, her nipples visibly rock hard and as sensitive to the touch as they had ever been.

How did I know this?

Well, the fact that Kristin practically collapsed into a heap the second Keelan began to fondle them spoke volumes. Keelan was pulling and teasing on her perfect pink nipples, evidently seeing how hard he could push her.

When she removed her shorts to reveal nothing but a tiny strip of freshly sculpted pubic hair, I could see the look of pure

lust in Keelan’s eyes. Her soft, marble white skin was an incredible contrast to his shiny, ripped, dark torso.

“I think it’s time we got this show on the road,” Keelan declared, a knowing tone to his voice. “Timothy. Oh Timothy? Where are you?”

The look on Kristin’s face was a mixture of shock, panic, and then... absolute hysterical laughter!

As Keelan whipped off his costume to reveal Timothy, his face buried deep inside his ass, it was like Kristin had been given permission to really let her true feelings show.

“I knew it!” she said, in between laughing at the sight of Timothy now cowering on the floor, the huge dildo-tail poking out of his ass. “I always suspected you were a closet sissy-boy. Always, ever since the day we met. I don’t know what it was... I just knew.”

Keelan laughed.

“Feel free to punish him, this little bitch needs regular training and admonishment to keep him on his toes,” Keelan said, picking Timothy up by the hair and pushing him over

towards Kristin. “And don’t worry, I’ll soon be filling you in on all the nasty things this little slut does around here.”

“Kristin, no, please, this isn’t what it looks like,” Timothy said, his hopelessly transparent lie cutting no ice with his wife.

“Oh my God, is that the best you’ve got?” she said, slapping him across the face and then pinging the waistband of his frilly panties. “I catch you dressed in panties with your tongue half-way up the ass of a big black guy and you tell me it’s not what it looks like? Do you take me for an idiot, sissy?”

Kristin then began to really get to work on Timothy.

Slapping him, spitting in his mouth, squeezing and pulling on his cock and balls...

“Damn, girl, you were born to beat on little white-boys,” Keelan said, recording every moment on his cell phone. “How about we put on a show for him? Really make him see what a real man is as opposed to a pin-dicked white-boy.”

“No, please!” Timothy begged, his plea falling on deaf ears as Kristin pushed him to the floor and made him crawl over

towards Keelan. “Kristin, honestly, anything but this. Anything!”

“Sissy, you’ll watch as I now suck a real dick,” she said, squatting down next to a now naked Keelan, his fully erect dick bouncing up and down in excitement. “Look at how huge it is. This is a real cock, not that little excuse for one you have between your legs. This is heavy, long, hard, and no doubt full of bull cum. In other words, the total opposite to your pee-wee sissy cum squirter.”

Keelan groaned approvingly as Kristin began licking his balls, then worked her tongue from the bottom of his mammoth shaft all the way to the tip of his dick head, circling it and teasing it before dropping her mouth down on it and taking it all inside her in one swift movement.

“Damn, sissy,” Keelan said, his hands on Kristin’s pigtails, pulling them outwards. “Your wife knows how to swallow BBC.”

Kristin made garbled noises of agreement as she began to bob her head up and down, really showing off what she could

do and keeping going even when she was clearly having to work against her gag reflex.

Finally, she popped her mouth off Keelan’s monster, a huge trail of spit and saliva following her, and pulled Timothy in close, rubbing his face up and down the big, wet black dick.

“Smell it, lick it, taste it,” she said, roughly moving Timothy around, ensuring that his entire face was covered in the scent of Keelan’s dick. “I don’t doubt you already know what it’s like to swallow his cock, so I suggest we move things on.”

It seemed like Keelan and Kristin were now working on the same wavelength. Without consulting Timothy, Keelan picked him up and bent him over the desk, kicked his legs apart, pulled the dildo out of his ass and began slapping his wet dick up and down on Timothy’s exposed, pink hole.

“Turn him into a real sissy slut for me,” Kristin said. “But first, I want Timothy to witness you destroying my pussy.”

With that, Kristin bent herself over the desk too, right next to Timothy. Her round ass and strong, toned thighs were fully on display and presented to Keelan.

“Now watch my face, see what happens when I have a real dick inside me instead of your itty-bitty pencil-winky,” she laughed, her expression soon changing as Keelan drove his dick in. “Oh, fuck! Jesus! I.... Oh my God!”

Timothy looked like he was about to cry as he witnessed Kristin’s legs shaking uncontrollably, Keelan pushing her into an almost immediate orgasm.

But Keelan wasn’t done yet.

Far from it...

“You want more? You think you can take it harder?” he said, his hands all over Kristin’s titties, his dick still deep inside her.

“More... harder... faster... show my little loser something he’s never see before,” she said, barely able to get her words out as Keelan began working her pussy harder and harder, his relentless pace and stamina making her every sense go into overdrive, her eyes rolling back into her head as she turned into a total BBC Bimbo. “Keelan... pull out... I need to...”

Keelan pulled out and admired his work as Kristin began spasming hard, quim squirting out of her shocked pussy, her moans sounding animalistic, wild, totally out of control.

I noticed something else too.

Timothy no longer looked like he was about to cry. It was almost like he was secretly enjoying seeing Kristin cum so hard, squirting everywhere, finally satisfied after years spent with his little white-boy dick.

“Now, cum inside that loser’s boy-pussy,” Kristin said, desperately out of breath, but evidently keen to see to it that Timothy didn’t get to be a spectator only to Keelan’s enormous schlong.

Without wasting a second, Keelan began to pump his pussy-juice covered eleven inches inside Timothy’s ass, making his soft white booty cheeks clap as he worked them over, rapidly building up his pace until Timothy began to grunt louder, his body and mind seemingly barely able to handle the sheer power of a black man.

Almost mirroring what his wife had been doing moments earlier, Timothy began to quiver and shake – but instead of squirting pussy juice, I looked down and saw that his tiny little dick was spurting its own sticky mess.

“Such a sissy,” Kristin said, leaning down and squeezing every last drop out of Timothy’s dick. “If you don’t actually need my pussy to cum, then I guess I’ll have to train you to only cum from anal stimulation from now on. It’ll save me from having to bother letting that stupid little clitty inside me, won’t it?”

Timothy simply nodded, his limp body being used as a rag doll by Keelan who built up a final flurry of thrusts and until he came deep inside Timothy’s stretched and used ass.

“Now get the fuck into the corner with your hands on your head,” Keelan said, taking his dick out of Timothy’s ass and pushing him off his desk. “Now that your wife is officially part of our arrangement, I see no reason at all why we can’t make it official.”

“Yeah, at home as well as work,” Kristin chipped in, her hands on Timothy’s ass cheeks, spreading them and watching

as her bull’s cum began to seep out. “Now, Timmy, tell us that you’re ready to serve, ready to be my obedient, maggot-dicked little white-boy cuck. Go on, I want to hear you say it. Don’t make Keelan kick your ass from here right down onto the dance floor, ready for the rest of the men to use and abuse you.”

“No, please, I’ll say it, whatever you want,” Timothy said.

He did too.

The evening may have started out as playful horsing around, but now it looked like Keelan and Kristin were going to be full time stable masters. And as Timothy spoke, broken and committing himself to a brand-new life, I finally cracked... my hand down inside my panties, I worked my pussy to the hardest, quietest orgasm I had ever experienced.

They say that secretaries hold the keys to most successful business operations, and only now was I beginning to discover exactly why that was...