50 CUPS OF SEXY BLACK COFFEE

Words: STEPHEN BAXENDALE
February 17, 2013

I can’t remember the first time I had sex with Mrs Black. Literally. I came into her office and she offered me what I thought was a cough sweet. I was just a shy and sexually inexperienced office intern at the time, so, like an idiot, I took it. I woke up naked, three days […]


I can’t remember the first time I had sex with Mrs Black. Literally. I came into her office and she offered me what I thought was a cough sweet. I was just a shy and sexually inexperienced office intern at the time, so, like an idiot, I took it.

I woke up naked, three days later. Mrs Black was sat in the corner wearing nothing but a grin and smoking a fat Cuban cigar. ‘Was that good for you too?’ she asked. The hospital would later tell me that the pill I had swallowed contained a double dose of Viagra, a dose of MDMA and three doses of Rohypnol. I had been humped into a critical condition. My pennie was raw and blistered. My shaft was black and blue. The bell-end was a mess. The scrotum in tatters. Mrs Black had non-consensually christened my virgin cock and balls. That bitch. That sexy bitch.

Things in the office were awkward for me after Mrs Black had brutally raped me. Mainly because Mrs Black brutally raped me every time she saw me around the office. I would be picking up some photocopying and I’d feel a hypodermic in my neck, I’d wake up in a motel dressed as school girl, my face covered in peanut butter, my hands tied to a bedpost and my penis chemically erect. I’d go into the stationary cupboard and she’d be waiting for me in there wearing a corset, holding a leather whip and ready for some degrading surprise bondage.

But there were other things that made my job awkward for me. In her presence everything became ultra-sexy to me. Her desk became a sex desk. Her carpet became a sex carpet. Windows, sex windows. Sex iPhone. Sex landline telephone. Sex lamp. Damn… that was a sexy motherfucker of a lamp.

About two months after the rapes began I was called into Mrs Black’s office. I was shaking with fear and excitement as I stood before her. I could feel my cheeks becoming hot and red. In my trousers a potent semi-on was appearing.

‘Do you want me to get you some coffee Mrs Black?’ I asked.

Mrs Black was sitting at her desk. She was in her seventies but the excellent quality of her dentures took ten years off of her. She stood up and walked towards me. ‘I think I’d like something a little STRONGER than coffee. If you know what I mean?’ she said while winking and elbowing me in the ribs. I didn’t know what she meant at all at the time. Then she took off her clothes and attached a large strap on dildo to her pelvis and I began to hazard a guess at what she really meant.
She reached over to her desk were she kept a crusty tub of Vaseline and slathered the menacing artificial todger that was pointing at me like a crazed finger. She gripped the back of my neck and began kissing me violently. Her mouth tasted of potent tobacco and Dentafix. Mrs Black shoved me roughly to the ground. I lay there face down on her sexy carpet. She grabbed my trousers and ripped them off with the strength of a horny pensioner. She grabbed a handful of both of my ass cheeks in her hands and spread my buttocks. I let out a gasp of pure excitement as she packed the greasy dildo into my rectum.

‘Are you sure you don’t just want some coffee?’ I asked while the dildo was stretching my sphincter like a foot going into a new sock.

She didn’t answer me, she simply began pounding me relentlessly.

‘Do you like it?’ she asked me over the wet sound of her flabby belly thumping into my upturned ass.

‘I, I…’ I stammered while the dildo penetrated me deeply.

‘Speak up you disgusting weasel!’ She shouted while punching my ass cheek with a right hook.

‘I think I like it! I think I like it in my ass!’ I screamed.

‘Yes,’ she whispered into my ear while leaning over my back, the dildo reaching inside me deeply ‘that’s because you’re a homosexual now. I’ve given you homosexuality. In the ass.’


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