Code: m/f, cheat, cons, spank
Author: Simon_scarlet@yahoo.co.uk

        
        The 100 degree weather was bad enough, but Ginas air conditioning was broken and she was eight months pregnant to boot.
        That meant, as she rolled into work one Tuesday morning, that she was already glistening with sweat before shed even walked in the office door.
        Parking her car in the shade, Gina hefted open the door and clambered out. The heat smothered her. She was wearing only a light cotton maternity dress  the bare minimum she could get away with  and it clung to her sweaty body, hugging every curve of her heavily pregnant figure. Her round, ripe bottom. Her big, tight belly. Her heavy, pendulous breasts. She was embarrassed that they were all on display  and it was clear from the lack of lines and bulges beneath the cotton that shed decided to go without underwear that day (although, given the heat, you could hardly blame her.)
        Waddling across the parking lot, the heavily pregnant woman pushed open the office door and gasped in pleasure as the cold air conditioning hit her.
        Her nipples hardened  obvious beneath the damp, clingy cotton. She blushed  not that anybody would notice because her cheeks were red and clammy already.
        What time do you call this? Bruno, Ginas boss, peered at her from around his office door. Gina, I know youve only got a week before you go on maternity leave, but thats no excuse for tardiness.
        No, Mr Brown, Gina obediently replied, grumbling under her breath. Bruno was the office manager  a handsome and muscular black man with a chip on his shoulder and a habit of leering at her. He was doing it now, his brown eyes peering hungrily at Ginas sweaty body. She blushed even harder. She hated to see him perv over her  especially since her nipples were poking out like little bullet and her clammy dress was hugging her pregnant curves so tightly, she might as well have been naked.
        See it doesnt happen again, Bruno leered, licking his full, brown lips. Get yourself settled and head upstairs. Mr Sweeney wants to talk to you about that letter you wrote for him.
        Gina nodded and waddled over to her cubicle. She let out a groan of relief as she sank into her chair, finally taking the weight off her feet. Peeling her clammy dress from her cleavage, she took in some deep breaths before reaching for her notepad and pen.
        The office was upstairs and they didnt have an elevator, so Gina had to haul her heavy belly up the steps to Mr Sweeneys office. She rapped loudly on the door.
        Come in!
        Mr Sweeney, a leather old man in charge of the company, peered up as Gina came in.
        Gina, mdear, he leered, peering hungrily at her exposed, glistening cleavage. You look just about ready to pop!
        I am, sir, she admitted. Im off on maternity leave next week.
        Good for you, Sweeney grinned. And dont forget, barring any screw ups, youve got that nice yearly bonus coming to you.
        Gina smiled, not wanting to be rude (or appear greedy.) But she was excited about the bonus. It would pay off the credit card bills she and her husband had racked up anticipating the arrival of what shed christened el bambino terrible!
        With only a week to go, Gina grinned, I doubt Ill have the chance to screw up!
        Good girl, Sweeney winked. Now take some weight off and let me go through this letter with you.
        Gina gratefully sank into a chair and gripped her pen.
        Ready, Mr Sweeney.
        Sweeney opened the letter hed dictated to her the day before.
        This letter needs to go out today, he insisted. Weve had some more customers complain about Rodd Jacksons behavior and I want him to get his notice. Jackson was an unpopular and aggressive salesman who worked for the company. But I noticed some spelling mistakes I need to you to correct first.
        Okay, sir.
        Youve written naggling here, Sweeney explained, where I wrote we have some niggling doubts about your abilities as a salesman. Youve done it here, too, where I wrote some consistent niggling discrepancies with your sales figures. I need you to correct those two and get the letter out immediately, okay?
        Ill make the corrections and get it up here for you to proof, Mr Sweeney.
        Dont worry about that, Sweeney said dismissively. I trust you. Just correct it, print it out and get it off to Jackson immediately. You can sign my name at the bottom.
        Yes, sir.
        With a nod, Gina hefted her bulk out of the chair and awkwardly waddled to the door, cradling her belly as she did so. Mr Sweeney watched her go, admiring her firm, round bottom as she went.
        Once shed clambered down the stairs and sunk gratefully into her chair, Gina was already exhausted. The heat had sapped all her strength that morning and the effort of hefting el bambino terrible around was like waddling about with a sack of grain slung to her belly.
        Yawning, Gina opened the letter shed written and clicked find and replace. She typed in to replace nag with nig and clicked replace all, knowing that this would correct both times shed written naggling instead of niggling simultaneously.
        Then, she printed out the letter, signed it in Mr Sweeneys name and sealed it in an envelope.
        The letter dropped into the Out tray. Gina started thinking about lunch.
        
        
        Thursday morning was even hotter than Tuesday, if that was possible.
        Although Gina relished the fact that she only had two more days left before her maternity leave started, it was still a struggle to haul her sweaty, heavy body into work that morning. She was wearing another light cotton dress, abandoning the itchy panties and restricting bra that modesty dictated she wore under it. In less than two days shed be a free woman  and besides, its not like she left her cubicle very often (and the comfort of going commando was worth the leering looks from sleazy old Bruno.
        As she waddled across the parking lot, Gina was surprised to see her pervy office manager peering at her through the office window. She was late again, she knew  but the severe expression on the African Americans face seemed to suggest something far more serious than her habitual tardiness.
        As soon as Gina pushed open the door and stepped into the blissfully cool air, Bruno Brown snapped at her:
        Gina! My office, now.
        Ill just put my stuff at my desk, she suggested.
        Office! Bruno repeated curtly. Now!
        Gina narrowed her eyes. It sounded like she was in trouble.
        Cradling her big belly, she waddled across the office and into Brunos office. He slammed shut the door behind her.
        Standing in the corner of Brunos office, wearing one of the red blazers that the salesmen wore, was Rodd Jackson. The muscular, aggressive young black man was fuming, pounding one fist into the other furiously. What was he still doing here? Gina wondered. Shed mailed Mr Sweeneys letter two days ago.
        Sit down, Gina, Bruno snapped. Gina nervously dropped into one of his chairs, grateful to take el bambinos weight off her feet.
        Weve got a problem, Bruno explained. A big fucking problem.
        Damn right you have! Rodd injected angrily. Im going to sue this fucking company! Damn racists!
        W-what? Gina asked uncertainly.
        Have a look at this. Third paragraph.
        Bruno passed over a letter. It was familiar  the letter Gina had printed out for Mr Sweeney two days earlier.
        The third paragraph read:
        
        We have received several customer complaints regarding your sales technique, Mr Jackson. You are overly aggressive and bother potential customers to place orders and sign paperwork during their time off and when theyre busy with other things. While a refusal to take no for an answer is normally an asset for a salesman, in your case, you have overstepped the mark. You will never win over influential new customers if you continue to act like such a belligerent nigger.
        
        Nigger? Gina blinked.
        I cant believe that whitebread cracker mother fucker called me a Goddamned nigger! Jackson spat. I ought to go upstairs and kick his entitled honkey ass!
        Calm down, Bruno warned him.
        Calm down? Brother, youre black too. Are you telling me this isnt the most offensive shit youve ever read? He called me a belligerent nigger!
        Gina looked up. Her face was white.
        Oh my goodness Shed suddenly realized what had happened. Nagger. The word is meant to be nagger, not nigger.
        What? Jackson spat.
        I replaced all the n-a-g words with n-i-g, she explained. I was trying to correct a spelling error. I didnt think it would do this.
        What did this bitch just say? Jackson sneered.
        Its meant to say nagger, Gina repeated. Youre a belligerent nagger  because you nag people all the time.
        Say what?
        Bruno narrowed his eyes.
        Shit, that makes more sense, he admitted, old man Sweeneys a lot of things, but hes not a racist.
         Typo or not, Jackson snatched the letter out of Ginas hands, you cant send a brother a letter calling him a nigger and expect to get away with it. Im gonna sue your ass! Take this mother fucking company for every dime its got!
        But thats not what was meant to be written in the letter, Gina cried.
        Do I look like I give a fuck what the letter was meant to say, Jackson sneered. Its got Sweeneys signature at the bottom telling me Im a nigger. Thats a class action law suit right there!
        But he didnt even see it! Gina cried! He just told me to correct it and send it off. I signed it for him.
        Bruno was the one yelling this time?
        So this is your fault?
        Gina nodded miserably. She was sure the rest of the office could hear the two angry men yelling at her.
        Jesus, what a disaster, Bruno shook his head. When Sweeney hears about this, hes going to explode.
        Im still gonna sue his ass, Jackson snapped, the old manll pay me to keep this out of the papers.
        Bruno narrowed his eyes. It was clear from his expression that Jackson had a point there.
        Im heading up there right now, Jackson hissed. Ill tell that old man where its at. When he finds out what this silly bitch did, it aint gonna be my ass he cans. Ill get my job back  and a raise too. He sneered at Gina. You, on the other hand Jackson licked his lips.
        You can forget about your yearly bonus, Bruno finished Jacksons thought, and youll be lucky if Sweeney doesnt have you marched out of the building. Nigger? I cant believe it.
        Fat tears welled up in Ginas eyes. She needed that bonus  and the pay from her maternity leave
        It was an accident! A mistake!
        Mistake or not, Jackson snapped, I just got my ass fired. You think Im just going to sit back when Ive got a juicy settlement owed to me?
        Please dont tell Mr Sweeney, Gina begged. I need that bonus. My husband and I just bought a house and weve got credit card bills to pay
        Jackson put his hands on his hips and threw his head back with laughter.
        Bitch, dyou think I give a fuck about your domestic issues? He shook his head. Damn, the only way Id let this shit go is if you dropped to your knees right here and gave me a blowjob.
        Gina blinked. Before her brain could stop her mouth from saying it, she murmured: Okay.
        Bruno and Jackson stopped dead.
        W-what?
        I s-said Id do it, Gina said meekly. Ill give you a blowjob.
        Jackson and Bruno peered at the heavily pregnant woman, sitting slumped in the chair with tears rolling down her cheeks.
        Daaamn, Jackson muttered. Im tempted to take you up on that, bitch. The angry young man peered hungrily at her cleavage. He licked his lips. A big titty pregnant bitch sucking on my cock. Damn, thats nasty. NASTY.
        Bruno was stunned.
        I mean it, Gina told him, looking up at the boss she detested. If you dont tell Mr Sweeney. She stared down at her feet, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. Ill even d-do you, too
        Brunos eyes widened. Gina knew from the way he looked at her that he admired her curvy, pregnant body.
        Damn, Jackson muttered again. Im hard as a fucking crowbar now. He rubbed the crotch of his slacks, revealing a long, hard bulge in the front. 
        Bruno was sporting a swelling in the front of his trousers too. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat.
        You He turned to Jackson. You wanna actually do that?
        Jackson was rubbing his crotch still.
        I would fucking love to, he admitted, but I havent got a fuckin job. Id like nothing better than to feed that sexy bitch my load, but its not like old man Sweeneys gonna give me a job reference unless I threaten to sue his ass.
        Bruno cleared his throat.
        I could take care of that.
        Huh?
        Ive got a buddy over at the plant across the street. Theyre looking for salesmen and paying more than Sweeney is. I could put in a good word for you.
        Really?
        And Gina here writes all Sweeneys letters. She could print you up a good reference  and Ill divert the call if they ever want to check it.
        Jackson nodded in satisfaction.
        Tell you what, Bro. You get me that job and we got ourselves a deal. He turned to Gina and licked his lips. Yhear that? A deal?
        Gina felt butterflies in her stomach. She gulped.
        Its as good as done, man, Brunos erection had created a tent in the front of his pants. Gina! He turned to the pregnant woman. Go and put Jacksons details on a standard reference letter and bring it in. Ill call my buddy and see if we cant get this thing sorted.
        Gina nodded. Her mouth dry, she scooped up her things and grabbed the nigger letter from the desk. Then, silently, she waddled out of the door and slumped heavily into her cubicle chair.
        Her fingers were trembling as she typed out what she needed to. The printer spat out two sheets of paper. One, she folded neatly and slid into a tattered envelope. The other, she signed with Mr Sweeneys distinctive signature.
        Then, looking at her computer screen, she clicked delete.
        
         
        A few moments later, she came back into the office and handed Jackson the papers.
        He read the reference letter carefully.
        Yeah, the aggressive young black man muttered. Thats some good shit. Nice.
        There was a click as Bruno hung up the phone.
        And my buddy just said you could start tomorrow, he told Jackson proudly. At two hundred a month more than you got here, plus full commission.
        Damn, Jackson grinned. Its my lucky day. He then turned to Gina, peering down at the curvy little woman hungrily. Scratch that. It aint my lucky day yet.
        Bruno crossed the office. He turned the key in the lock and lowered the blinds.
        Gina shivered, trapped between these two big men.
        Ready to pay up? Jackson hissed.
        Ginas mouth was dry, so she simply nodded.
        Jackson was sneering as she stepped forward. With his big, rough hands, he grabbed Ginas heavy, milk-filled breasts.
        Damn, these are some big titties, Gina felt an involuntary tingle between her legs as Jackson squeezed her breasts. Are you wearing a bra underneath this?
        He let her heavy breasts flop back down to her chest and used his fingers to pop open the front of Ginas dress. A moment later, he was scooping her big, white breasts out of her dress.
        Damn, thats some sexy shit, his thumb rubbed Ginas big, brown nipples.
        Gina closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sensation of Jacksons rough fingers. Her breath deepened. 
        Damn, hot breath his Ginas ear. Shes not even wearing any panties. Bruno was standing behind her, lifting the hem of her maternity dress.
        The cool air conditioning hit Ginas naked backside. Then she felt hot hands on the cheeks of her ass.
        What a fucking slut, Jackson breathed, still mauling her breasts. Walking around with no panties on, just waiting to get fucked.
        Does your husband know what a fucking slut you are? Brunos thick fingers slid between Ginas thighs. Does he?
        She gasped involuntarily, feeling Brunos fat fingers part the lips of her pussy.
        Jesus, Bruno breathed hotly into her ear. The bitch is wet.
        Gina groaned, feeling Brunos fingers slide inside her. She felt a gush of wetness in her crotch.
        Told you, man, said Jackson, gripping her big, heavy boobs in his rough fingers, shes a fuckin slut. He bent his head and pressed his mouth against hers. Gina surrendered, opening her lips as he forced his tongue inside. She groaned into his mouth.
        Gina couldnt help it. With Jackson squeezing and kneading her breasts and Bruno sliding two fingers deep inside her, she felt her defenses melt. Jacksons kisses were hard. His breath tasted of menthol cigarettes and coffee. She couldnt believe how turned on she suddenly was.
        With a sigh of disappointment, Gina felt Brunos fat fingers pulled from her moist pussy. Still being frenched roughly by Jackson, she helplessly swayed on her unsteady feet and Bruno untied the strap of her cotton maternity dress and peeled off the clinging fabric.
        The dress fell to the floor. Gina was naked apart from her strappy sandals.
        Youre fucking sexy, Bruno groaned, rubbing his big, calloused hands over her round, firm backside. He pressed his crotch against her ass and she felt his erection through the thin material of his trousers. He hands encircled her waist and then caressed her enormous, tight belly. Look how big this bitch is.
        With a wet smack, Jackson pulled his lips from hers.
        Shes just about ready to pop, he agreed. Fuck, so am I!
        Standing back, he unbuckled his belt and popped his flies. A moment later, Jackson was pulling an enormous erection from his pants.
        Gina gasped. His throbbing brown cock was as long as her forearm, thick and veined.
        You ever see one this big before? Jackson sneered, grabbing her tiny hand and bringing it to his crotch. Touch it.
        She did, wrapping her little fingers around the thick shaft. Her pussy throbbed as she did so.
        You know what to do, bitch.
        Placing his heavy hands on her naked shoulders, Jackson pushed Gina to her knees.
        The naked, pregnant woman dropped to the floor. Her face was level with his crotch now, the musky scent and heat of Jacksons erection just inches from her mouth.
        Open wide, he demanded, gripping the base of his shaft and smacking the hard flesh against her cheek. Time for some chocolate.
        Gina raised her hands, cupping Jacksons heavy, egg sized balls in one and the base of his massive erection in the other. Then, opening her lips as wide as she could, she lowered her mouth over the throbbing head of his swollen dick.
        Holy shit, Jackson threw his head back. Bitchs mouth is like warm butter, man
        Bruno was wasting no time stripping off his pants, tossing his trousers into the corner of the room. With his own huge erection sticking out from the bottom of his shirt, the office manager dropped to his knees behind Gina.
        Her bottom was stuck out, so Bruno grabbed it. He parted her fleshy cheeks with one hand and slid two fingers back inside her.
        Shes dripping, he gasped. 
        And Gina was. As she sucked and slurped on Jacksons swollen cock, she couldnt help but feel a wet, insistent throbbing between her own legs.
        Im gonna fuck her, Bruno hissed.
        Mmmmgh! Gina cried, her mouth full of cock. That wasnt part of the deal!
        But the hard, fleshy knob of Brunos cock was soon being pushed against her moist pussy and, like a bitch in heat, she involuntarily pushed back. With a pop, the head of Brunos dick slipped past any resistance and Gina moaned as she felt herself open up to receive his cock.
        Brunos dick was long and thick, but her wet, hungry pussy opened eagerly for every inch of it, until his hips banged against her round, soft ass. He was inside her, right to the hilt.
        Thats fuckin sexy, Jackson breathed, watching his former boss fuck the pregnant girl while she slurped and slobbered over his own throbbing cock. Damn, this is better than a porno.
        Poor little Gina was squeezing her eyes shut hard, pretending she was in a porno  anywhere apart from her office managers office with the best part of two feet of dick inside her. But it was impossible to block it out  to ignore the thick shaft reaming her out, or the throbbing erection filling her mouth.
        Bruno grabbed her big, round bottom and started thrusting, his hips making a wet, slapping sound as they met with her sweaty rump. Meanwhile, Jackson had grabbed a fistful of Ginas luxurious black hair and was forcing her mouth deeper and faster up and down his cock, fucking her face just like Bruno was fucking her from behind.
        Gina felt like a rag doll, pushed first one way, then the other by these two horny, powerful men. As she was bounced back and forth, her heavy breasts swung too and fro, slapping against the top of her big, round belly. It felt like every inch of her flesh was jiggling. Her nipples strained. Her pussy throbbed. 
        Can you feel that, Bruno demanded, suddenly realizing that her wet pussy was quivering and gripping him from within. I think this fuckin bitch is gonna come!
        And she did. Fat tears of shame rolling down her cheeks, Gina felt herself orgasm, gripped with pleasure that radiated hotly from her crotch.
        Thats hot, Jackson felt Gina groan, the throaty vibrations humming around his dick. Im gonna come too
        Grabbing her hair tightly, Jackson yanked Ginas head up, his throbbing dick popping from her mouth and splattering her face with saliva. Then, pumping his slick cock with one hand, Jackson aimed for Ginas sweaty face and groaned as his dick spurted a thick load of sperm right across her chin.
        Yeah! Jackson kept pumping his cock, watching more spurts join the first, painting Ginas pretty face with thick strings of jizz. All over that bitchs face  
        As he watched his colleague give her a facial, Bruno came too.
        He gripped Ginas hips tightly and thrust himself deep into her spasming cunt.
        His dick shuddered and throbbed. Gina felt his cock swell up deep inside her.
        No, she sobbed. Not inside me
        But it was too late. Ramming himself up to the balls inside Ginas wet little pussy, Bruno spurted his load inside her. The sudden feeling of wetness and heat made Gina shudder. She came again, wracked by shame and pleasure all at the same time.
        She was still shuddering as Bruno and Jackson released her.
        Sweaty, sticky and exhausted, she slumped to the floor, gasping for breath.
        Damn, Jackson was already stuffing his limp, sticky cock into his pants. That bitch looks well and truly fucked.
        Bruno slumped into his office chair, glistening dick growing soft. Yeah, she does.
        And Gina did look exactly that  well and truly fucked.
        She was sweaty and red faced. Her chin and lips were plastered with sperm. Her swollen breasts were covered with rough, red hand prints. Her sweaty thighs flopped open and her glistening pussy looked red and raw. The whole room reeked of sex.
        Jackson was already gathering up his things.
        Damn, bitch, he looked down at the exhausted Gina, you better clean yourself up, girl.
        He scooped up her dress from the floor.
        Wipe that fucking cum off your mouth Balling her dress in his fist, he smeared his load with the soft cotton, wiping it off Ginas face, but leaving a wet and glistening stain across the front of her dress.
        Get dressed, Bruno demanded, pulling on his own crumpled pants. Youve still got work to do
        Reluctantly, Gina clambered to her feet. Her knees felt weak. As she stood up, a warm dribble of Brunos sperm run hotly down her thigh.
        Nasty, Jackson sniggered.
        Gina wrapped her damp, sticky dress back around her bruised breasts and big, round belly. She tied it closed.
        Her makeup was smeared. Her exposed cleavage revealed the fingermarks and bruises all over her huge breasts. Silvery smears of sperm were plastered over her cotton dress.
        It would be obvious to anybody who paid attention that shed just been roughly and thoroughly fucked.
        With her legs slightly bowed, the exhausted girl waddled to the door and unlocked it. Then, reeking of sex and sperm, she crossed the office (ignoring the sneers and glances from her colleagues) and slumped her heavy pregnant body into her cubicle chair.
        Finally safe from prying eyes, Gina lifted the hem of her sticky dress. Her hands slid underneath her round, tight belly. Parting her thighs, Ginas fingers sunk into her wet, sperm-filled pussy and she rubbed her throbbing clit, bringing herself to a third intense, satisfying orgasm just thinking about the debasing acts shed just allowed the two young men to do to her.


