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Big Black Boss
(Jane Snow)

I couldn't remember what I was even doing.  Even though I had looked at the same screen, day after day, for some reason, it felt foreign today.  I couldn't stop thinking about Marcus for some reason.  It could have been the fact that I was worried that he might get a new assistant or it could be the fact that he was something new, something different.

In an office full of older white males, it was refreshing to see a younger black man in such a high level position.  It was also quite the change due to the fact that I lived in a rather small town, with the majority of the population being white.  From the rumors I had heard, the corporate office I was working at was really opened more for tax purposes.  It wasn't a tax haven by any means but it had something to do with taxes.

A small pop up brought me back to reality as I noticed it was the email system notifying me that a meeting was starting.  I scratched my head as I opened the invite.  There wasn't any meeting I was supposed to attend today. 

"Oh shit," I whispered as I stood up.

The invite was actually for Marcus and it had been accidentally sent only to me.  I rushed over and knocked on his door.  There wasn't a response and I slowly opened the door, poking my head it.  My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as we met eyes.

It was quite the awkward moment with me staring at him.  He was frozen in his seat, his hand under his desk, wrapped around his member.  I tried looking away but I was amazed by the massive size.  He hadn't heard my knock as he was wearing earphones.

"Oh no... I'm sorry," I whispered as I began to head back.

He quickly pulled his earphones out and waved me in instead.  "No, no, come in, come in and close the door before someone sees."

My heart raced as I debated.  As I saw someone walk down the hall, I quickly stepped into his office and slammed the door shut.  I made sure to turn the knob to lock the door.

"Sir... Erm... Marcus, there's a lock on the door.  And... well, what you're doing is..."  I paused, my eyes still lingering on his massive black member.

He stood up and pressed down on his shaft, trying to fit it down the side of his pants leg.  It was quite an impressive feat, I thought, to have a rod that thick next to his leg.  He did have a slight strange swagger to his walk, but it couldn't have been because of his manhood.

If he was white, his face would have been bright red, but with his complexion, it was hard to tell if he was embarrassed or not.  He still seemed cool as a cucumber, pushing his member down and trying to zip his pants.  With a sigh, he stopped, letting his pants fall to the ground, his member bouncing right back up and full attention.