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PART 2
As he was about to leave his office, he received a call. "Hello, this is Mr. Watson. How may I help you?" he answered.

All he heard was heavy breathing and a low moan. "Please come down to the copy room right away!" Before he could ask who it was, they hung up. He decided to play whatever game was being played on him and go down to the copy room.

Besides, he hated the food. As he stepped into the elevator, he was joined by one of the girls in the data entry section. All he knew about her was her name: Mirella De N'adai.

He'd always wondered what she looked like. Now he knew that what all the guys said was true. She was every bit as beautiful as her name. He guessed she was about 5'10. And not a single ounce out of place.

Her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her legs seemed to go all the way to her neck. And the dress she wore revealed every curve of her hips. As Albert's eyes devoured her figure, his settled on her exquisite breasts.

They were the roundest pair he'd ever seen. And just the right size. About a hand and a half full, he thought. He guessed that her dark nipples must be naturally hard because he could see them pressing against the thin material of her blouse.

He never thought he'd see another black woman as beautiful as his wife. He caught himself wondering what her black buttocks would look like as Mirella's eyes met his eyes as they finally reached her face.

She was used to being looked the Mr. Watson was. She didn't mind. She enjoyed it. It made her feel great that men other than her husband admired her body. But she'd never seen anyone devour her the way Mr. Watson had just done.

She decided to have some fun with him. "Hello. Aren't you Albert Watson from accounting?" "Yes. And you are...?" "Mirella De N'adai, Mr. Watson." "Please, call me Al." "Okay, Al. Did you like what you saw?"

"'What I saw?' OH! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare!" (Al could play the game also.) "There's just not much to do on a long elevator ride. I'm sorry!" "Oh, don't apologize for being a man. I don't mind being looked at. I like it as much as the men do. Where are you headed?"

"Down to the copy room. Seems to be some sort of emergency down there..." "Mind if I come along? I've never been down there," Mirella said, letting her eyes fall to Al's growing bulge.

"Sure, why not?" Al figured that this could be the best "lunch" he'd had in a long time. He knew what he'd read in Mirella's eyes. They almost jumped out and said, "let me suck that big penis!"

He hoped he wasn't wrong. His hard boner said he wasn't. When the elevator stopped, before the door opened, Mirella quickly turned to Al and kissed him, licking his lips as she pulled away.

Being a gentleman, and also the horniest guy in the building, he let Mirella leave first. He was well rewarded. The view of her perfect ass moving from side to side made his penis almost leap from his trousers and attack her buns. He followed her into the copy room.

The copy machine was in a corner with a bookshelf in front of it. So, he didn't see Alice spread out on the copier, naked and waiting. "Surprise!" both girls yelled. (No one else was in the small room.)

"We've trying to think of a way to get you down here for weeks!" Alice said. "Mirella couldn't believe a white guy could have a penis as big as your's. She said she had to see for herself!"

"Yes! Yes! I hope you don't mind us tricking you down here. I just had to see that big hunk of horse meat that Alice said you had between your legs!"

"Well, ladies, today is your day! I've had a raging, rock hard boner most of the day!" Alice slid off of the copier and walked over to Al. She let her hand travel all the way to Al's belt before she stopped.

"Come over here Mirella. You should see this for yourself!" Mirella walked over to the two and knelt down beside Alice. As she leaned over to strip Al's pants off, he looked down at her, getting a full view of supple, round mounds of pleasure.

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