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" A Kind Offer "

By Orestes

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   " Mr. McGill, could I have a word with you ?"

   I waved the young woman into my office casually. It was tough to
read her expression as she closed the office door behind her, and took
a seat across from me. I didn't know the girl very well. She had been
working in the office for only a couple of months, and I hardly knew a
thing about her.

   " What can I do for you... uh...  Gwen ?"

   I caught a whiff of her perfume from across the desk. A little
strong, but pleasant. She paused for a few seconds before speaking.

   " It's about my boyfriend, Robert..."

   Ah. That was it. Her boyfriend had been hanging around the office
recently while she worked. He was usually around at lunch time, or just
before closing. She probably just wanted to apologize for the way he
was hanging around and joking with the staff, I figured.

   " I wouldn't worry about it, Gwen. A lot of the girls have their
husbands or boyfriends come around. Unless it really gets in the way,
we don't worry about it. "

   " Uh, no. That's not it. "

   That was a little embarrassing, jumping to the wrong conclusion. But
the moment passed quickly as I wondered what else she would want to
talk about involving her boyfriend. I had only seen the guy a few times
in passing. From what I could recall, he was a college athlete of some
sort.

   " My boyfriend, " she began again, " he's willing to let you suck
his cock. "

   There was a moment of puzzled silence between us as I tried to
figure out if I heard her right. She was watching me for reaction.

   " I'm sorry. I'm not sure I understood. "

   Gwen looked self-conscious for the first time in the conversation. "
It's just that he's, well... he's black... and..."

   The words hung in the air. Of course he's black. I tried not to
think in racial terms at all, but I had obviously noticed that he was
black. So was Gwen. What difference was that supposed to make ?

   " And he thought you might want to suck his dick because he's a
black guy. He's pretty well hung too. So he thought you might like it
if he let you suck him off. "

   To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. I was hardly
able to sputter out my response.

   " No... I mean... he was mistaken... I don't really want to..."

   " I'm sorry, " she cut me off. " I'm really sorry. He wanted me to
ask you, is all. I hope you don't hold this against me. "

   " Of course not. It's just a misunderstanding. Why don't you go back
to your desk, and we'll forget this conversation happened. "

   Easier said than done. It was such a bizarre conversation that I
couldn't get it out of my head. It wasn't the only odd conversation I
had that day. When I talked to my wife, Tanya about it, her reaction
wasn't what I expected.

   " Why ?"

   " What do you mean, 'Why ?' "

   " I mean, why did he think you wanted to suck his dick ?"

   Now, I've always known that Tanya was quite open about sex. She
meets with a group of girlfriends every week, and they talk about all
sorts of things. More than I'm comfortable with, really. Nonetheless, I
had still expected her to be a little shocked by the odd proposal.
Instead, she just seemed interested.

   " She told me that it was because he was black, and had a big cock,
so he thought I might want to suck it."

   " Oh, he's black. "

   " I'm sure I mentioned that before. What difference could that make
?"

   " No, Paul, you didn't tell me he was black. I'm surprised you
didn't tell me that. "

   " Well, I hardly noticed it myself. I mean, I don't even think about
what racial group they belong to. It's just not an issue. "

   " Oh, come on, Bryan. You obviously noticed that a big black guy was
hanging around the office. Don't try to gloss this over. "

   " I never said he was big. Why do you jump to that conclusion ?"

   She shook her head and smiled. " Don't try to avoid the issue. You
said he was an athlete and Gwen said he had a big cock. I just figured
he was a big guy. But you still haven't admitted that you noticed her
big black athlete boyfriend was indeed black. "

   " Okay, so I noticed. "

   " Which returns us to our original question. Why ? Why did he assume
that you wanted to suck his dick ? Maybe it was the way you looked at
him while he was hanging around the office. Maybe you paused just a
moment too long, trying to catch the outline of the bulge in his
shorts. "

   " How did you know he was wearing shorts ?"

   " Think about it, honey. It's summer. He's a college football
player. He's not likely to be hanging around your office in a business
suit. And you're avoiding again. Maybe your eyes just gave him a
signal, and now he thinks you're looking for a little black cock. "

   " That's ridiculous. I'm sure he didn't think any such thing. It's
just a stupid misunderstanding. "

   " Well, I guess we'll never know. "

   She seemed almost smug about it. Tanya knew this was bothering me,
and she just had this innocently obnoxious look on her face. She was
enjoying making me second guess myself.

   The next day at work, I couldn't concentrate. Black or white, I had
never sucked cock in my life. Sure, maybe I had noticed the difference
a couple of times in the locker room. And maybe I had noticed the
obvious bulge in Robert's shorts while he was hanging around the
office. It's not like he was trying to hide it. That still didn't make
me a cock sucker.

   As annoying as it was, Tanya's question really got to me. I called
Gwen into my office early in the afternoon.

   " I'm sorry to disturb your work, Gwen, but there's something I
needed to know. When you came in here yesterday with Robert's... uh,
offer... was there some specific reason that he thought I would be
interested ?"

   She began to blush all over again. " It's just, Robert says that a
lot of white guys, from the locker room and everything, want to suck
black cock. I don't know if it's true, but he says that white boys...
um, white guys... do it because they have such small dicks themselves
that they're really like girls compared to a black man. It's only
natural, he says, that a white boy should want to service him. "

   This guy sure had a high opinion of himself. Yes, he probably had a
big cock. Okay, maybe I had sized it up a couple of times when he wore
those cotton shorts around the office. That didn't mean I automatically
felt inferior in some way.

   " So, guys have done this with him before ?"

   I couldn't believe I asked the question.

   " Sure. At my last job, one of the junior executives approached me
about it. I even watched while he did it. I wasn't jealous or anything.
Robert was just doing this guy a favour by letting him suck some black
cock. I got a raise out of it too. That guy sure liked to be on his
knees. He had Robert come in every week. "

   " Why me ? I mean, was there something specific about me that made
him think..."

   " Oh, I don't know, " Gwen shrugged. " I guess he just figured that
you'd want to... you know."

   So that was it. No big explanation. And I was ready to forget the
whole thing...

   ...until I talked to Tanya about it the next night.

   " I really can't believe you called Gwen back into your office to
ask about her boyfriend again. "

   It had been her damned questions that put me up to it, but she
stared at me in disbelief.

   " Well it turned out to be nothing. Just a misunderstanding. You
see, her boyfriend had an arrangement with Gwen's previous employer,
and..."

   " What ? How would you find out something like that ?"

   I paused. I just knew that she was going to read something more into
this. " I asked. I mean, I asked if he had done it before, with other
guys. "

   Tanya cracked a smile. " This is actually funny, Bryan. You've *got*
to know how this would look to Gwen. Just a day after she asks you
about sucking her boyfriend's cock, you call her back in to pump her
for details. If she didn't think you wanted to suck cock before, I'll
guarantee you that she does now. "

   It really hadn't occurred to me.

   " Do you really think so ?" This whole thing was turning into a
bigger deal than I wanted.

   " Definitely. Okay, think about it this way: every week I meet with
some of my friends, and we often talk about sex. I mean we talk about
all the details... size... style..."

   " Okay, I get it. You talk frankly about sex. " I was a little
annoyed. She knew how I felt about those meetings. I didn't like her
revealing our private details so openly to her friends.

   " Anyhow, we talk about our husbands and boyfriends. Let's say
Janice came to one of the meetings..."

   " Janice who ?" I'd never heard the name before. Was Tanya's group
of friends larger than I thought ?

   " She's an ad executive. She came with Tracy. But if you keep
interrupting, I'll never finish... let's say Janice came to one of the
meetings and told us that her husband got an offer like the one you
received from your secretary."

   " You wouldn't tell them about this, would you ?"

   " Hush, Bryan. You're not letting me make my point. If Janice were
to tell us a story like that, we'd get a good laugh out of it. Now,
let's say she told us that her husband called the secretary back into
his office to press for details. "

   " That's not how it happened. "

   " Let me finish. Then, let's say that Janice *also* tells us that
her husband likes to watch porno movies that always seem to include
well hung black guys. "

   " That's not fair. We picked those out together. "

   " Okay. Not quite fair. But you can see how it would look
suspicious. "

   Damn it, Tanya really knew how to get my goat. " So what do you
think I should do ?"

   She was smiling smugly again. " Do whatever you want, Bryan. It
doesn't bother me. It'll just make for some nice anecdotes for future
meetings. "

   " You're a brat. "

   I couldn't stay mad at her, though. It's hard to do. She's a dynamic
personality in everything she does. One minute, she's verbally tying me
into knots, and the next, she's flashing me a grin that can only mean
one thing. We ended up having rough, uninhibited sex while watching a
video.

   It was a new one, and I guess Tanya picked it out recently. The
bitch... she actually picked a video with some white guy sucking off
these big black guys in a locker room. God, she sure knows how to play
on my sore spots. Despite myself, I had a huge orgasm in her mouth
while watching the video.

   Of course, once I was at work again the next day, I couldn't shake
the feeling that Tanya was right about what Gwen must think of me. It
was driving me nuts. I even thought I caught her talking on the phone
about it, because when I cam near, she hung up, and tried to casually
cover the notes she had written.

   I wondered if it was just paranoia. Tanya really had me wound up
about this.

   There was no way I was going to call Gwen into my office to confront
her about it again. I watched her through the window to my office while
she worked. One more time, when she thought I wasn't watching, she made
a phone call, and finished writing something on her notepad.

   As quickly as she was done, she slipped the notepad into the top
drawer of her desk.

   I was dying to know what she had written, and by this time, I wasn't
above using a little deception to find out. Just before closing time, I
sent Gwen down to make some copies. While she was out, I casually
walked over to her desk, and, trying not to look too conspicuous, I
opened her desk drawer.

   The notepad was plainly in sight.

   ' 11:00 pm, tonight
     bring Robert along
     2324 Main St (upstairs)'

   This was more then a little strange. I closed the desk drawer, and
retreated to my office to think. The address she had written down was
that of my wife's restaurant. It was also the place that Tanya met with
her friends every week on Thursday nights.

   They didn't know each other, though... did they ?

   Curiosity would get the better of me, of course. I sat in my office
for the next two hours, long after the rest of the staff left, trying
to convince myself not to go down to Tanya's restaurant. In all the
time since we had married, I never interfered with Tanya's social life.
These Thursday meetings, as much as I disapproved, were her private
time with friends, and I had always respected that.

   But I just had to find out what was going on. I needed to know why
Gwen and Robert had been invited.

   I arrived just shortly after eleven, and then sat a few minutes in
the car, looking across at Tanya's little Italian restaurant. The place
closed at 10 o'clock, but the lights were on.

    The restaurant was just another expression of Tanya's adventurous
spirit. While I had committed to a steady management job that bored me
to tears, she had risked our savings on opening her own restaurant.
Almost effortlessly, the place had become a success. So it was only
natural that her friends now took their weekly social gatherings to
this place.

   I waited for as long as I could stand, but I finally stepped out of
the car, and fished through my pockets for the spare set of keys to the
restaurant. At the very least, I wanted to see if Gwen and Robert were
actually there.

   The back door was the less conspicuous entry. I could come through
the kitchen quietly enough.

   So that's how I ended up peaking through the door to the kitchen
while I drank in an unbelievable scene. When Tanya set up the
restaurant, she had renovated the place to include a little lounge area
by the fireplace. It was a comfortable setting where a customer might
relax on a sofa and enjoy a drink after dinner.

   This lounge area is where all the action was taking place. Gwen sat
amongst the other women in Tanya's circle of friends. They had all
taken seats on the two long sofas facing the fire.

   Their attention was centred on Robert. Or, I should say, on Robert
and Tanya.

   He was naked, sitting back on an overstuffed chair in front of the
fire. In his lap, was my pretty petite wife, Tanya, slowly grinding her
body against his. The flickering warmth of the fire tied together the
relaxed sexual atmosphere of the room. I could see that some of the
women had openly pushed their hands down the front of their panties,
and were rubbing themselves as they watched my wife toying with Gwen's
boyfriend.

   It was hard not to get caught up in the pure eroticism of the scene
before me. Tanya was putting on a sexy performance for her friends, and
they were enjoying every moment of it. She pressed her swollen nipples
between her fingers, and soaked up the encouraging words of her
girlfriends.

   My own feelings were more than a little mixed. Tanya had always
teased me with her appetites. Tormented me even. I knew she was a free
spirit, and much sexier than the limits of our relationship had allowed
her to be. But, even over the last week, with the strange conversations
we had about Gwen and Robert, I hadn't suspected anything like this.

   Now, while watching Tanya's sexy little lap-dance, my chest was
filled with confusion and betrayal. The funny thing is, I knew it
wouldn't do any good. As with everything in our relationship, it was a
waste of time to try to control her. She was going to do what she
wanted, with or without me.

   So I watched impotently while she finally squirmed out of her
panties and lowered herself onto his cock. She faced the other women,
her back to Robert. He reached his big hands around front of her and
squeezed her delicate breasts as she rocked up and down, trying to
accommodate his size.

   " Mmm... you look like you're in heaven, Tanya, " one of the women
cooed. I looked her direction, and for the first time, noticed that the
woman was holding a video camera to capture the action.

   Gwen agreed. " Oh yeah... get a close-up of her face, Janice. That's
damned sexy. "

   I looked back to Tanya. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung
open with lust. I'm ashamed to say, I don't think I'd ever seen my wife
quite that aroused. It was like she was re-enacting a scene from one of
our favourite videos. My own cock was hard and twitching in my pants as
I recalled the same scene.

   When Tanya's eyes finally opened again, my heart almost stopped. She
was looking directly towards me. I froze in place. She couldn't
possibly see me through the darkness of the restaurant, could she ?

   Nonetheless, she knew that I was there. A smile crept to her lips,
and her eyes locked on my position as she began to slide herself down
the full length of Robert's cock. The other women giggled from some
inside joke as Tanya licked her lips in my direction.

   God. They knew that I was here too.

   Watching. While my wife rides the cock of another man.

   Even though I was sure that none of them could see me through the
darkness, the shame of the situation rose to my cheeks. Even if I
hadn't been here, I knew I was the subject of their jokes. No doubt
Tanya had told them about Gwen and Robert's offer. They would all know
the way she had teased me about it. And now, as if intent on stripping
away the last of my manhood, Tanya was showing her girlfriends how much
she was enjoying Robert's cock over mine.

   On top of all that, I could hear them all laughing as my wife
directed her performance towards me. What kind of a man, they would
wonder, would stand by and let this happen ?

   I wondered the same thing.

   Tanya slowed down now. She was ready for something else.
Deliberately, and still with her eyes locked on me, she lifted herself
from his cock.

   The large tool popped free of her, and stood glistening in the
firelight, rigid between her legs. Tanya sat on Robert's pelvis now,
her knees still firmly hugging his legs, and her wet pussy against his
pubic patch. The image was almost comical as she faced me, leaning back
against him with his large cock protruding from between her legs.

   She was still teasing me, I knew. She knew how much this scene would
arouse me. She knew it better than anyone. It was the reason why,
despite all of my denials, she knew that Gwen's offer would gnaw at me.
Tanya knew me better than any person on earth, and right now, she knew
the effect that it would have, with her little hand encircled around
his cock, taunting me with it.

   Tanya had me trapped with her eyes. I knew she couldn't see me, but
she held me there easily.

   The amused look on her face told me what she had planned. It was
that devilish, mischievous look she gets when she absolutely knows
she's going to get her way.

   Then she made a simple gesture towards me. " Come here, " she told
me, with a single finger, and a her smouldering eyes.

   I couldn't do this, I argued to myself, silently. Not in front of
all of these women. As much as I always played along with Tanya's
games, this was too much. I couldn't bear the humiliation.

   But even as I argued with myself, I pushed against the swinging door
that concealed me in the kitchen. The burn of humiliation was hot on my
face as I stepped out from the darkness, and realized that every eye in
the room was following me.

   Gwen laughed, and exchanged knowing glances with my wife. I dropped
my eyes to the floor.

   " Come on, Bryan, " Tanya was having too much fun with this to back
down. " All the girls know what you're here for. You wouldn't have come
this far if we were wrong about you. "

   God, how much had she shared with them ? My body was awash in shame
and arousal, and I couldn't even manage a half-hearted denial. Tanya
knew she had me in the palm of her hands. I walked unsteadily towards
her.

   " Stop, " she ordered me. " I want you to crawl the rest of the way.
You should approach a magnificent cock like this one on your knees,
shouldn't you, white boy ?"

   The women laughed. Tanya and I had played games with her dominant
side before, to a much lesser extent, and those sessions came back to
me now. I slowly dropped to my knees, and crawled towards her with my
head down.

   It burned in my chest to think of who these women were, watching me
crawl for their pleasure. They were Tanya's closest friends, and all
professional, assertive women like her. Executives. Entrepreneurs. They
were already the kind of women who could look down on a middle-
management drone like myself.

   All except Gwen, that is. God, I couldn't believe how low I was
sinking in front of my own secretary. I tried not to think about how
rumours of this would get around the office.

   The smell of sex filled my nose as I crawled up between their legs.
I could see Tanya's wetness on Robert's cock. I struggled to suppress a
wave of jealousy as it jolted through my mind. It was too late for
that. With my mouth inches from his cock, and Tanya looking down on me
knowingly, it was too late to salvage my pride.

   Even as I opened my lips and extended my tongue towards his shaft, I
knew I'd relive this embarrassing scene in my sexual fantasies for
years to come.

   " Stop, " Tanya ordered me, just as I was about to make contact. The
other women laughed as I reluctantly pulled my tongue back. " I want my
friends to see how much you really want this. Take off your clothes for
us. "

   I was so horny now, I couldn't conceal my desperation. With shaking
hands, I began to shed my clothing.

   " He's not half bad, " her friend, Trish commented. I'd met Trish
and her husband a couple of times at social functions, where we had
exchanged pleasant chatter over dinner. Now she was appraising me like
a piece of meat, and I had no one to blame but myself.

   Naked now, I knelt between their legs again. Tanya was stroking
Robert's cock between her legs as if it were her own. My own cock hung
erect between my legs, exposed to all the women in the room.

   " Okay now, " Tanya told me. " You know what you want. Go ahead. "

   Then, despite my shame, I proved to everyone that Tanya was right
about me. Her flavour was strong on him, and filled my mouth as I
bobbed my head up and down on the tip of his tool.

   " That's a good little cock sucker, " my wife encouraged me, as she
took hold of my hair with her left hand, and guided my pace. With her
other hand, she stroked the lower portion of his shaft. I raised my
eyes to hers now, which added to the strange incongruous feeling that
it was actually Tanya's cock that I was sucking.

   Everything she said now was to add to my humiliation. She knew she
had me where she wanted me, but was showing off for the other women.
She wanted them to see how her words aroused me.

   " You like to play the part of such a liberal, don't you, hubby ?
You pretend that colour doesn't matter. Hell, you pretend that you
don't even notice it. Do you notice it now, with a big black cock in
your mouth ? You've repressed it, dear, but I've always known you had
this little secret. I could see it in the magazines you buy, and the
videos we rent. On the inside, you've got all sorts of little
prejudices..."

   Robert groaned as I continued the treatment. Tanya pushed my head
further down, forcing me to gag on his cock as it pressed against my
throat.

   " Oh yeah... you like all of the stereotypes. You don't even have
any black friends. Gwen was your secretary for two months, and you
barely knew her name. You just take everything from your silly porn
magazines and stories. In your little fantasy world, every black guy is
just some dumb cock to be sucked. "

   " Would it surprise you to know that Robert is a medical student,
and in a couple of years, he'll be making more money than you'll ever
earn in your crappy office job ? Gwen's a student too. I'll bet you
didn't even know that. With her college degree, and with the excellent
performance evaluations you'll give her from now on, she'll be promoted
ahead of you in no time. "

   She was really laying it on thick now, and there was some truth in
everything she said. I had only thought of Gwen as some lower-class
black girl with little education and a jock boyfriend. Now that she was
seeing me embarrass myself this way, I knew that she must be enjoying
every moment. My cock twitched and dribbled with pre-cum.

   " God, you were so easy to fool, " my wife told me, in almost a
whisper now. My mouth was letting out slurping noises as my jaw went
numb. I was vaguely aware of Janice bringing the camcorder around for a
better view of my face. " After I told Gwen to make you the offer, I
knew it was only a matter of time before your curiosity won out. And
you believed the whole jock stereotype completely, didn't you ? The
truth is, Robert has no interest in you. He only agreed to do this for
Gwen's sake. He didn't even want to watch you do it. "

   Her words stung. If at all possible, I felt like an even bigger fool
in front of these women. But now I couldn't stop myself. I could feel
his cock beginning to swell in my mouth, and god help me, I wanted to
make him cum so badly.

   " Pull your head back, Bryan, " Tanya ordered me. " He's going to
cum, and I want it to be on your face. "

   I levelled my lower lip against the head of his cock as Tanya
masturbated him onto my face.

   " Get a close-up, Janice, " instructed Gwen. " I want a really good
money shot. "

   And she got it. He squirted across my eye and forehead with his
first ejaculation. Janice squealed with satisfaction as she video taped
him depositing rope after rope of jism onto my waiting face. Tanya
continued to milk his cock over me until all that was left was a weak
dribble into my mouth.

   " Nnnng, that was hot, " said Trish. I could see her in the
firelight, fingering herself on the edge of the sofa. " If you don't
mind, maybe I could invite Glen over. He's always after me for oral
sex, and I don't think he'd mind getting a little of this. He might
even want to try Bryan's ass. "

   Tanya was looking at me with a gleam in her eyes. Now that the
sexual floodgates had been opened in our relationship, there was no
telling how far she'd take it.

   " Maybe some other time, " my wife smiled. " For now, I think our
little white boy owes Gwen a little attention, for lending us her
boyfriend tonight. What do you think, Gwen ?"

   " Mmm... yeah, " the black girl answered. " I think I can find a few
good uses for my boss' tongue. Come on over here and get your first
taste of my ass, boy, because I have a feeling you'll be kissing it for
a long time to come.  "

   I had the same suspicion.

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