Owned In The Office #2: Interracial Erotica

By Daniele Light

Lucy couldn't believe this was happening. Here she was, with Darnell on top of her, manhandling her, and inside of her cubicle no less. It didn't matter that he was black, or that he was half her age, the only thing Lucy was thinking about at that moment was her needs, and how Darnell seemed to take care of all of them...

Darnell is the most annoying guy at Lucy's job. He's arrogant, rude, and a bit of a show-off. So when Lucy is chosen to work after hours with him on a site wide project, she isn't exactly thrilled. That is until she really gets a good look at his body, and she starts to have fantasies about him when she is ALONE in her BED AT NIGHT. Lucy tries her best to ignore her inner desires, but the more she fights it, the more the image of Darnell's ripped, and HARD BODY keeps popping up in her head. One night after finishing their work, Darnell decides it's a good idea to have some refreshments, and Lucy sees this as an opportunity to find out how it feels to be BLACK OWNED!

Daniele Light is back, and this time with another tale of office lust! This interracial tale is a stand-alone story, with no cliffhanger at the end. Enjoy this fun stories and many others from the master of BMAW, interracial smut!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daniele Light
• Release date: Aug 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370074181

Daniele Light

An erotica author living in Tempe, AZ. She lives with her wife, pets, and her dirty thoughts.

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Money was tight around the house. Ashley and Kim were in soccer, and they needed money for equipment. That's not including all the stuff I put on the card for Kevin for baseball. I figured staying after work for a couple nights a week would be worth it, especially with Christmas coming up. But then they told me whom I would be working with, and I had to rethink my decision.

Darnell had to be the most annoying person in the center. He was loud, egotistical, and I thought he was pretty dense. Not to mention that he was picked over me for the position that he had with the company. I had busted my tail at that place for ten solid years, putting in my time and moving up in the company, and this kid comes in off the playground and swooped my dream job out from under me.

When you work in a call center as long as I have, there really isn’t much to look forward to. No matter what project you are working, calls can be incredibly difficult; that’s why everyone is gunning for a supervisor position. You don’t have to take any calls at that point. All you do is manage the worker bees and sit back. I was getting up there in age, and I wanted off the phones. The last time I applied for a supervisor position was when they picked Darnell. It left a bad taste in my mouth ever since.

The extra money was too much to say not to. I decided to not be so petty and give Darnell a chance. It wasn’t like I had to spend an entire shift with him.

Everyone filed out of the building except the two of us. We would spend our time listening to calls and monitoring the performance of the agent we were listening to. It was menial work, very boring and time-consuming. Darnell tried making small talk at the beginning, but I ignored him.

Oh, you don’t want to talk to me? he asked. He had this smug smirk on his face. It made me want to slap it right off him.

How are we going to talk and listen to calls at the same time? I asked. There wasn’t any humor in my voice. I didn’t want him to think that he was getting me to play his little game.

Man, sorry, I didn’t mean to piss you off, he said. He was upset, and I enjoyed that a little bit. I got to work on the calls. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it was also far from the best. At the end of the night, we both said our goodbyes and locked up the building behind us. I drove home that night thinking that I would be able to get through this no problem. All I had to do was grit my teeth and not pay attention to him. This was going to be a piece of cake.

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The next time we had to stay after, it was more of the same. I had put on some music after everyone left and tried to get into a groove of monitoring calls, but it just couldn't come. I had a long day beforehand. One guy kept me on the phone complaining about different charges on his statement for over an hour, and it had drained every bit of energy from me. I was practically dozing off on the call floor.

"Hey,