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I slowly pulled into my parking space. Sometimes I hated this place. But it paid the bills, and for the most part, it wasn't too bad. Especially lately, as my boss had been gone for almost a whole year now, which left me in charge. 

At first, I was glad she was gone, but now I wanted her back. There was so much paperwork involved. I gathered up all the paperwork I had to do for the day and then locked the car. Who knew running a distribution center was so irritating? Usually, all I did was look over the floor and make sure everybody got paid on time.

I noticed a new car in the employee parking space. Shrugging it off, I continued towards the door. 'Maybe one of the cleaning personnel got a new car,' I thought to myself. I pushed my key into the door and waited, usually the cleaning people would hear my keys and come running to be let out. 

As usual, all four of them came running to the door. I let three of them out and walked the large warehouse floor with the lead. He explained everything they did as usual, and then I signed his form. 

Just one of the many forms which I had to sign since she left. I went around turning on all the machines that made our product, then waited for the floor manager. He was always running late. I looked upstairs in the main office that looked down on the floor. The lights were on. 

"Did I forget them on?" I asked myself. The cleaning crew did not have keys for the office. The last person to leave was me. Again I shrugged I must have. The door opened.
 
"Hey, sorry about that," Luis said. "Floor looks good," he said as he walked towards me. We got into our usual conversation as I pointed out a few forms and papers that showed some special orders that needed to be put in. Again I glanced up at the office window and saw that the blinds had moved.
 
"Ceiling fan on as well," I thought. After we sorted the day's events out, I began to walk up the grated metal stairs up to the office. Opening the door, I saw there was someone inside.
 
"Hello," she said.

Standing in the middle of the office was a short Hispanic woman. She had dark hair that hung just past her shoulders. She must have been around five-foot-two to five-foot-four at the most. She was wearing a tight gray one-piece dress that hugged every inch of her figure. The skirt stopped just below the knees with black dress shoes. She was very fit and slender, bright green/hazel eyes. But what stuck out the most was her huge breasts. They stood out from her body, almost daring gravity to take them. A long deep line of cleavage stood out so that any guy would have trouble not to stare at them.
 
"Hello?" I said as I put my folder down on my desk. There were two desks in this large office. Mine sat facing the door so that when anyone came in, they had to go to my desk first. The boss's desk was further back. It was in an L shape with two monitors on it.
 
"Name is Rachelle," she pronounced it as "Rackell" instead of how it was spelled on her name badge. Her accent wasn't too hard, but it was definitely there. "I will be taking over for Monica," she said, stepping forward as she gave me a hard handshake. Her boobs bounced as she shook. I kept my eyes on hers.
 
"Name is Ray," I said. I could see her give me the once over. I was dressed in my black dickey work pants, with a black polar shirt, my black steel-toed boots. 

I didn't think I looked bad for my age. I was pushing thirty-two years. I stood a lot taller than her at six-foot-four. I kept my face and hair well shaven, especially since I was in charge now. I was sure the company did not want a young black guy running one of the biggest distribution centers. But I was sure Monica would have come back.
 
"I know," She replied as she moved her hand to the seat in front of her desk. I sat down. "Monica will not be returning to the company," she said as she slid her hands down the back of her skirt as she sat. She flipped her hair to the other side as she crossed her legs. "Did you know the reasons she went on leave?" she asked if knowing the answer already.
 
"Yes," I replied. Monica had told me to tell the others that she had a family emergency. The truth was that she had come home and found her husband fucking the brains out of her best friend and her husband. 

According to Monica, it was a horrific sight. She had taken the time to try and put her life together. I had seen her husband, and if the word 'flamer' did not come into anyone's mind when they saw him, they weren't looking hard enough. So the three-way did not shock me at all.
 
"Well, she has left the state and returned home. And will not be returning." Rachelle said. I nodded. She clicked a few things on her computer. "But I see you have done well since her departure," she said as she scrolled through the years sales and invoices. "Looks like very well actually," she said. "I will inform corporate that you have done very well," she said, returning her gaze to me.
 
"Thanks," I said, sitting back in my chair.
 
"Now that is done. I will be holding a meeting with everybody to let them know what is going on." 
 
"I am sure they would like that," I said. I walked her downstairs to the floor; everybody was busy already as trucks pulled up to the bays, ready to be loaded and sent on their way. I shouted for everyone to meet at the bottom of the stairs for a short meeting. 

There were just under ninety people already here. Most of which were men. They all locked their eyes on Rachelle. She introduced herself, and her accomplishments then told them that she was taking over. To which they welcomed her. She did not make the "There will be changes speech." Which I was hoping she wouldn't.

 After the meeting, I told her there were papers I needed to catch up with and headed back up to the office. She said she was going to walk the floor.
 
It was almost an hour before the door opened, and she came in. I had nearly forgotten that she was here. I expected one of the floor guys to come up and say there was a problem. She looked tired.
 
"Everything okay?" I asked.
 
 "Yeah, just my feet are killing me," Rachelle said as she took off her shoes as she sat. As she bent over, I had a great view down her chest. I turned back around before she sat back up.
 
"Yeah, the cement floor is not forgiving," I said.
 
"I will have to remember that," she said as she turned to face her monitors. The rest of the day went well. It was a load off my mind to have someone there that knew more than I did about what papers corporate wanted as we locked up for the day. She looked over at me as we walked out. "Great job today. Thank you for making this an easy transition," she said with a smile.
 
"Thank you for showing me those papers I missed," I replied. I walked Rachelle out to her car and got in mine.
 
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 The next morning I arrived a bit early for no reason other than good timing with the traffic. I saw Rachelle was already there. Her car was parked in the same spot as the day before. I did the usual routine then walked upstairs. Rachelle was on the phone with someone.
 
"I told you I was coming in early," Rachelle said, highly annoyed. "You did not wake up!" she said again, annoyed. 

I sat at my desk and pulled up the daily orders. 

"I can't tell you everything I do, all the time," Rachelle took a deep sigh. "I will try to leave early. But..." she said. 

I tried not to look back, but I could tell this was her husband. "Look, I have to go," she said. 

There was silence. Rachelle stormed past me from what I could tell she was going to the floor. I sat there alone for a while until the phone buzzed. It was the internal phone.

"Can you come to the rear dock, please?" Rachelle said, hanging up before I could answer. I walked down the stairs and made my way to the rear dock. Luis made a gesture that looked like cat claws and growling, pointing to the back door. I sighed and walked over.
 
"How long has that been there?" Rachelle shouted. She pointed to the graffiti on the back wall of the building. It had been there for years, even before I was hired.
 
"About four years now," I said. "And I have called maintenance about it many times. Even offered to pay for the paint myself. But I keep getting told no," I said before she got a chance. She shook her head.
 
"Well, I will have to call them myself," she said, storming back inside. I followed behind, making sure to lock the door.
 
"What is the dress code?" she asked. Even before the door was locked entirely, I stated the dress code to her.
 
"Well, that's not what she is wearing," she said, pointing over to one of the quality check personnel. I turned my back to the lady and looked Rachelle in the eyes.
 
"She's pregnant and well within the dress code. Her feet hurt in other shoes," I whispered. "I put that on your desk yesterday," I said as I smiled back at the lady, who looked nervous. Rachelle looked like she was remembering.
 
"Oh, that's right." She looked back at the lady. "Congratulations." she walked off, embarrassed.
 
"Look, I know you're new and all. But everybody here is good. I would have got rid of them if they weren't," I said, catching up to her. "You have seen the numbers. I have let go of three people for things Monica looked over." I said.
 
"I know," she said, aggravated. We walked back up to the office. She sat back in her chair and let out a deep sigh.
 
"Trouble in paradise?" I asked. She looked over with eyes that could kill.
 
"You have any Hispanic male friends?" she asked. I took a seat. I noticed she was wearing more conservative clothes today. Still a one-piece, but it was a dark blue. There was no deep cleavage today as the cut was much higher than yesterday. Her shoes looked more comfortable.
 
"Yes," I said, sitting back.
 
"So, you know how they can be at times?" Rachelle smiled. I nodded. 

She went on to tell me that her husband had been let go from his job. And since they had no kids. He had been a lot to deal with lately. Always calling or texting her about nothing and everything. At that moment, her phone beeped. She waved her hand in the air.
 
"Yes!" she shouted into it. "Still at work!" she said, turning away from me. I took the time to go downstairs and take the time to smooth everything out with everyone. A few moments went by, and she came running down.
 
"You mind if I leave early?" she whispered to me.
 
"No, go ahead," I said, understanding the situation.
 
The rest of the day went fast, nothing happened that wasn't expected. During the close-up, I was making my final rounds when I heard the office phone going off. Cursing myself for leaving the portable upstairs. I began to run up the stairs. I got to the phone just in time.
 

"Hello, This is Ray at..." I began to say.
 
"Hey Ray, it is Tristan." the voice said. My heart dropped. It was the District manager. I only had one phone call with him since Monica left.
 
"Yes, sir," I said, taking a seat.
 
"How is Rachelle working out? She teaching you new things?" he asked.
 
"Yes, sir," I said, trying not to give anything away. Tristan was known to fire managers at the drop of a dime.
 
"Can you put her on?" he asked. I had feared he was going to ask for her. Technically, she was scheduled to be closing.
 
"I decided to close today so she could come in early to put a special order on the computer for tomorrow," I lied. There was a dead silence. 

For a moment, I was expecting him to ask for me to send him the order or something to verify my lie, which I was prepared to do. There was an order that I could have sent.
 
"Okay," he said. "Leave a note for her to call me tomorrow. Take tomorrow off," he said. This shocked me. Usually, Thursday was one of our busiest days. "She has not been there by herself yet, has she?" he asked.
 
"No, not yet," I replied. "I was going to give her a week to get used to everyone," I said.
 
"That's good of you. But Rachelle is a big girl. She doesn't need to be held by the hand. Take tomorrow off," he said this time in a tone that let me know it was an order, not a request. 
 
"Yes, sir," I said I was not happy. Even though I could do with an extra day off, he hung up. I quickly picked up my phone. I called Rachelle's number, but there was no answer. I sent a text and left. I barely made it into my apartment when my cell phone rang.
 
"Hey, Ray," Rachelle said. She was whispering.
 
"Hi," I said back as I threw my grocery bags onto the kitchen floor. "Tristan called just before I left," I said as I sat on the couch.
 
"Damn," she said, still whispering. There was an echo. She must be in a small room or something.
 
"You okay?" I asked.
 
"Yeah, you called at a bad time. He got mad, but everything is okay now," she said. "What did he want?" she asked. I told her everything that was said and what he wanted. "Doesn't sound too bad. You need a day off. I am sure he will be showing up tomorrow, too," she said. "Well, I better go. Did you leave the special order on my desk?" she asked.
 
"Yes, I did," I replied.
 
"Enjoy your day off," Rachelle said as she hung up. I sat back on the couch. It was the first time in a while that I felt relaxed.

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My day off was going well. I had gone to the gym for the first time in a while. I did my laundry. I had ordered some lunch when my phone rang; it was a video invite from Rachelle. I quickly looked at myself on the screen, thinking this was as good as I was going to look, for now, so I accepted.
 
"Sorry to bother you on your day off," Rachelle said.
 
"It's okay," I said.

"Tristan just called and is on the way. Anything I should know?" she said. This was the first time she was going to meet him, I guessed.
 
"Haven't you met him before?" I asked.
 
"Once but there were other people there at the interview. Plus, I had worked in another city, so I was given the job," she said, looking up at the door.
 
"Don't worry. He never comes up there alone. Usually, you will get a call to meet him downstairs if he shows up," I said.
 
"Oh, okay." she sighed. She looked stressed. Her hair looked a mess.
 
"You should relax. He will see your stress and attack it like a dog at a bone," I said with a smile.
 
"Yeah. It's been a hectic day. I now know what you do around here. Don't know how you did it by yourself," Rachelle said, placing her phone against her computer to make it stand. She took a brush and began to tell me about her day. I stifled a laugh. It seemed like a typical day as she turned back to face the phone again. I took a glance away.
 
"Rachelle," I said, interrupting her. "We have to talk about them," I said, trying to be polite. Again she was wearing a low cut top, which showed more than the usual amount of cleavage. She stopped as if she was thinking about what I was saying, then she covered herself with her hands.
 
"Yes, Luis pointed it out earlier," she said. "I was in a store before, didn't have to worry about it so much before," she said, trying to explain. I could see that trying to get sales in male-dominated cooperation, she would have had the upper hand, but there were no sales in this part of the company.
 
"So that you know. Tristan is very happily married and his..." I tried to think of the best way to put this. "His partner." I thought that was the best way to put it. "Would not be happy if he had to compete with those," I made a gesture to her ample chest.
 
"Got ya," she said, looking around. She moved and got a little overcoat. She pulled it over herself. "Better?" she asked.
 
"Much," I said. I heard the call from downstairs. It sounded like Tristan was there. "Just in time," I said. She gave me a wave and then turned the phone off. I sat back and waited for my lunch.
 
It was late afternoon when I got another phone call this time it was Rachelle again, But no video invitation this time.
 
"Hi," I answered.
 
"What are you doing?" Rachelle asked. She sounded like she was still at the office. I could hear the ceiling fan.
 
"Nothing much. Why what's wrong?" I asked. She took a deep sigh.
 
"We have an audit tomorrow," she said. I shook my head. I knew it was nearly time for that to come up.
 
"Okay," I said. "We can come in early. They usually show up at seven. We should be able to get all the paperwork ready. I will call Luis now and see how we are doing floor-wise," I said.
 
"Thanks. Don't know what I would do without you," Rachelle said.
 
"Go home, Rach. Nothing you can do there tonight anyway," I said.
 
"Okay, see you in the morning," She said.
 
"Hey, Rach. Wear some comfortable shoes. We will be running around a lot," I said.
 
 "Thanks for the heads up," she said.

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The night went by in a blink of an eye. It felt like I had gotten no sleep at all as I pulled into my parking spot. I saw Luis's truck. 'Thank god,' I said to myself. He was early for a change. He got out of the truck with a large cup of Cuban coffee.
 
"Nectar of the gods," he said, smiling at me. I shook his hand.
 
"Thank you," I said as Rachelle pulled up. She looked exhausted, but at least she was wearing some comfortable clothes and shoes. Her buttoned-up shirt was less revealing but still did nothing to hide her chest. Luis looked at her and said something in Spanish to which she gave him a look while shaking her head.
 
"He called me Jugs," Rachelle said, looking at me.
 
"Also told her she should have left them out, maybe the audit guys would give us a break," Luis laughed. 

He was an elderly Latin man, but he knew his stuff work-wise. I could do without the sexual innuendos every day but it was a give and take relationship. We walked into the building and got to work. It was a nightmare as soon as the audit crew came in. 

They were continually asking for back paperwork from months ago or numbers from two weeks ago. Before any of us knew it, it was almost five pm. They did their finishing numbers and gave us the print out as they left. I couldn't believe it. I ran up the stairs and gave the paper excitedly to Rachelle. She looked at them, and her face lit up. We were ahead, not only good on all paperwork but even all around. She hurriedly sent an email to Tristan.
 
"Think he will be happy?" she asked as she waited for a reply. Before I could answer, her phone rang. She took a deep sigh.
 
"Soon!" she answered. "Well, I told you. I would be working late!" she screamed into the phone. I shook my head and began working on the next day's work. "Look!" she said, standing up. "This is not my fault!" she then began to scream and yell some words in Spanish that even made me cringe. 

here was silence as she was listening for a reply. She shook her head and slammed the phone onto the table. I could tell from my vantage point she broke it. "Men!" she said aloud.
 
"Hey, don't put us all into that category." I smiled. She smiled.
 
"Sorry," she said as she looked at her screen. "Tristan says a good job and give everybody a half day tomorrow. They deserved it," she said as she read the email.
 
"I was thinking about throwing a party. I am looking at the orders and its nothing we can't split into two days of work," I said, shrugging. She nodded.
 
"If you think they can handle the extra work on another day. I don't see a problem," Rachelle said as she picked up her stuff. We walked out the door and headed our different ways.

On the way home, I picked up some stuff for the party. But as I got back, I looked it all over and saw that I forgot a few things. I Remembered that Rachelle passed a twenty-four-hour store on the way to work. I texted her and asked her to pick up a few things. Again there was no reply. I shrugged and went to bed early. Later in the night, my phone rang.
 
"You have the worst timing!" Rachelle said.
 
"Rach?" I asked, half asleep.
 
"Yeah, your text came at the wrong time again," she said. She was whispering again.
 
"Sorry," I said, sitting up.
 
"It's okay. Just had to pull your tail," Rachelle said. "I will pick those things up," she said.
 
"Thanks. See you in the morning." I said as we hung up.

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As I set up things for the party, with Luis's help, I had reservations about alcohol being served at the workplace. But I knew trying to stop him would have been next to impossible. So we compromised, only the punch bowl had a small amount in it. And whoever drank from it needed to give me their keys. 

Rachelle was late, but I knew she was stopping to get a few things. Some of the people came in, and as they saw the decorations, their mood lifted. 

When everybody was in, I  gathered them around and gave them the good news about the audit and told them to enjoy themselves, and that today was a half-day. The smiles on their faces made yesterday's late-day worth it. Rachelle came in. She was in a good mood as she saw everybody dancing and having a good time.

"About time," I said over the loud music.
 
"How did he do it!" she yelled back at me, pointing towards the speakers over the head.
 
"He taped the talk button down!" I yelled back, pointing at one of the phone jacks on the wall that sat next to a large radio. She shrugged and nodded.
 
"Can you hear it outside?" I asked. She shook her head. 

Which was good, even though we were a stand-alone building, I didn't want any of the other businesses complaining. 

Luis came up to her, and she instantly put up a finger shaking it. He nodded and walked away. I finally noticed what she was wearing was very revealing. Her top was shallow cut almost to the mid-chest. And her skirt stopped just above her thigh.
 
"Hey, its a party. I can wear what I want, right?" Rachelle said.
 
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. We mingled with the rest of the team for a while then she motioned for me to come upstairs.
 
"Wow, I can hear again," I said as we entered the office.
 
"Yeah," she said as she handed me a small box.
 
"What's this?" I asked. She said nothing as she sat on her desk.

I opened it. It was a beautiful watch, too expensive for me.
 
"I can't," I said, trying to hand it back.

Rachelle shook her head. "It's from Tristan and me," she said. "That's the main reason why he came the other day. He is very pleased about the way you handled yourself through all of this," she said. I smiled as I put it on.
 
"Thanks," I said, admiring it.
 
"Maybe it will help with your timing," she laughed.
 
"Yeah, about that?" I said with a confused look.
 
"Well, let's just say you have been interrupting us while..." she said, smiling.
 
"Oh, wow. I am sorry," I said. She waved her hand at me.
 
"Believe me. You shouldn't be sorry. I should be thanking you," Rachelle said.
 
"That bad, huh?" I asked.
 
"You have no idea, but he is my husband, though, so I got to please him. Or someone else will," she said, shrugging her shoulders. 

With her legs crossed, I had a great view of her thighs. The thought of being between them jumped into my mind. I quickly shook it out. 

"You okay?" she asked.
 
"Yeah, thought we should get back to the party. We don't want to be rude," I said, trying to rescue myself from this situation. Even as we spoke, my eyes were looking at her cleavage. Again I moved my eyes. She made an audible laugh.
 
"You know if I didn't want you to look at them. I could hide them," Rachelle said as she began unbuttoning her top.
 
 "I..." I began to say something, but as her shirt opened, I saw a red lace bra, that by all stretches of the imagination was losing a great war trying to hold two of the biggest boobs I had ever seen.
 
"Yeah, that usually happens," Rachelle smiled as she walked towards me. "Go ahead and look," she said as she got closer. "Hell, you can touch if you like," she said, standing right next to me. 

I was paralyzed, everything inside me was yelling to say something or do something, but I just stood there staring. 

"Here, let me help," Rachelle said as she dropped to a squat position. "I have been thinking about the contents of these pants since I first saw you," she said as she unzipped my pants. Her hand dived inside and fished out my dick. "Just as I thought," she cooed as her hands wrapped themselves around my hardening dick. "You might want to hold onto the desk," she said as her lips joined her hands.
 
"Oh.." she was not kidding. I reached backward for my desk as she engulfed the whole length of my dick.
 
"Oh my, that took some effort," Rachelle said as she kept pumping her hands back and forth. "Not used to something this big," she said as her head dived forward again, this time she took it all in one big move. 

"Much better," she said, looking up at me. 

What she was doing had never happened to me before. Most of the women I had been with always had trouble with my dick, but she was going back and forth, taking it all in and out of her mouth with ease. 

Her hands moved towards my ass and pulled me forward, so more of my dick went down her throat. I grabbed her head just out of instinct. There was no need to face fuck her as she was doing a pretty good job of it herself.

"Mmm if you want to fuck my mouth," Rachelle said as she stood up. "All you have to do is ask," She turned me around as she crawled on top of the desk. She turned herself around and laid on her back with her face hanging down from the desk. Her mouth opened, signaling an invitation for me to put my dick inside it.
 
I slowly pushed my dick into her open mouth. I watched it disappear inch by inch filling her throat. As I pushed it deeper inside, the more prominent the bulge in her throat got until my balls were resting on her face. I slid it back and forth, admiring what I was seeing. 

Rachelle had no problems taking all nine inches of me inside her mouth. So I obliged and began to fuck her mouth faster. Her moans filled the room. Her hands worked themselves across her body, squeezing her still confined chest inside the red bra. I reached up and pulled them out of their confines.
 
"Fuck, those are big," I said as I began to squeeze them while still fucking her mouth. She nodded her head as she vigorously sucked on my dick. 

Her hands now dived under her skirt as she fingered herself. I kept squeezing her massive boobs. I wanted to fuck them before I came. I quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her more towards me, taking my dick out of her mouth.
 
"About time," she cooed as her chest came closer to my dick. "I knew you wanted to fuck my big tits," she said from between my legs.
 
"How big are these fuckers?" I said as I pushed them together.
 
"Not telling until I feel your big dick, inside me," she said. She pushed me away, Turning herself back around, her legs spread open. I could see up her skirt. She was not wearing any underwear. I walked forward with my dick in my hand. 

"Nu-uh," she waved. "You know the saying. You got to lick it before you stick it." she laughed, pointing down with her finger. I knelt in front of her.
 
"That's a good boy," Rachelle said as I began to lick her pussy. She was so wet. I began to slide a finger into her, and again she moaned deeply. She had both feet on the desk, and her hands planted behind her keeping her upright as she leaned back. "Lick it. Eat it," she ordered. To which I was happy to oblige. I buried my face between her legs as I moved and flicked my tongue all around her insides. 

My fingers dived deep into her. She took one of her hands and pushed my head into her. Then she moved forward, placing her legs on my shoulder as she rolled her hips, forcing me to lick her more. I felt her body tremble.
 
"That's enough. Now fuck me!'" Rachelle leaned back as her legs went skyward. I stood up and pushed myself into her. "That's what a real fucking dick feels like," she said. I grabbed her legs and pushed them wide.
 
"Fuck yeah!" I said as I began fucking her hard. Looking down, she was sucking on her nipples one at a time, squeezing them together. They jostled back and forth with each stroke. "Suck them big titties!" I said louder than I should. She was taking all of me and then some. The sound of my balls slapping against her filled the room.
 
"Harder!" Rachelle yelled. "Give me all of it!" she said as I began to increase momentum.

I pushed forward, so now her legs were bent over her head. I wanted to fuck her from behind. She had a nice ass, and I wanted to see it. I pulled out of her and spun her feet to the side. She took the hint and backed off the desk. She placed both hands on the desk as she bent over, her legs spread wide. I lifted the skirt just enough so I could see her curvy Latin waist and her ample ass. I gave it a good smack just for good measure.
 
"Again!" Rachelle yelled. I smacked it harder this time. "Again!" she yelled this time louder. So I slapped it again, leaving a nice handprint. "Good boy!" she said. "Now put it in me," she said, turning back around and wiggling her ass. 

I slowly pushed it back into her, to which she smiled. 

"Not that one." She turned and winked at me. "Put it in my ass."

I happily obliged, lining my dick with her asshole, slowly pushing it in. It slowly went in she moaned loudly as the head of my dick disappeared inside her. I grabbed her waist and slowly began to fuck her ass.
 
"Fuck, that's a tight ass," I began to say as I started going faster.
 
"It should be. You're the first to get in it," Rachelle moaned through gritted teeth, which made my dick harder inside her as I began to pick up the pace slowly.
 
"Damn, you're nearly taking it all," I grunted as I looked down at her ass. Staring down at my dick, most of it was deep inside of her tight ass. 
 
"Give me all of it!" Rachelle screamed. She began to bounce her ass backward toward me, meeting each of my thrusts. Her nice plump Latin ass began to shake back and forth. I slowly began to stop as she ground back on me.
 
"You want to see my ass shake," Rachelle said as she put her two hands on the table and began bouncing her ass up and down, back and forth on my dick. I stood still watching her ass, slapping it now and then.
 
"Fuck yeah, take my dick in your ass," I said, giving it another firm slap. I was near to cumming, so I grabbed her waist again and began to fuck her hard. Her moans filled the room. "Fuck, I am cumming!" I said.
 
"Cum in my ass," she said, still pushing back on me as I fucked her. "Push it deep and fill my ass," she said. Her dirty talk did it. I grabbed her waist again and pushed my dick all the way inside. I began to cum, forcing my dick deeper inside her with each thrust. She turned around to face me.
 
"This will make things more interesting around here," Rachelle said as she gathered up her clothes. I began to get my clothes together.
 
"I still don't know how big they are," I said as she put on her bra.
 
"Well, tomorrow when you take my bra off, to put your dick between them. You can look for yourself," she said as she winked at me and headed for the door. I smiled and joined her. No one was the wiser of what happened. I began to think things would work out after all.
 
"Hey, Ray," Luis said. "Look who is here." I turned to look. My face dropped as I saw her. Rachelle was next to me.
 
"We need to talk, both of you!" Monica said.