Tara, my black assistant

Chapter 1

I admit, I was fascinated by some of the lovely girls and young women who were students at the school, but I knew they were all off-limits for him. Some of them were under 18 years old, strictly jailbait, and even those who were old enough would want little or nothing to do with a man as old and undesirable as me.

Tara was an African-American girl who caught my attention years ago, one of the best-looking girls in the college where I taught - tall and bosomy with a clear, milk chocolate complexion and fine features, topped with long black hair. Her big, brown, and expressive eyes were her prettiest asset, except, of course, for her gorgeous body. 

Now, four years after her graduation, she was my very seductive assistant.

One day, about a month ago, we started a sexual relationship; well, she started it. That day, the tall, 22-year-old African-American adjusted the hem of her white dress. Normally, she wore rather conservative and covering clothing. Today, she wore a tight, slate-white dress that fit her form perfectly, and sexy black 5-inch stiletto-like heels. The dress hung from her shoulders and was very low-cut, allowing her big, milk chocolate, busty cleavage to be displayed.

Tara quickly flicked at her thick, pitch-black hair, which hung straight and down past the middle of her bare back; bare since the dress had no back, covered her hips, and had strings going up the spine, like a corset. It was obvious to all who took a closer look at my assistant that she was not wearing a bra. The dress dropped to mid-thigh length and framed her large, strong hips and upper legs. It was fairly obvious that Tara spent a lot of time in her gym. Her fit black legs and backside were well-toned, but they weren’t too big. In fact, her tall and hippy frame was rather thin.

She swayed her hips this way and that as she strutted towards my office that day. She was determined to display her perfect posture for me, and much more.

A single beauty spot rested on her upper chest, below her left collarbone. Another, one on the crest of her large, ebony right breast. Her deep, inviting cleavage hung, tightly pushed together by the dress, and she blinked her huge, brown eyes at a young student who was eyeballing her on her way to my office.

It didn’t take very long for her to realize that he was staring at her, drooling even, and she loved it. The way her brown nipples poked through the fabric of her dress had him all distracted, and she didn’t mind his hungry gaze.

“Yes… I answered as Tara walked through the door, trying, as usual, to focus on her eyes, but I realized that I began to lose track by glancing at her chest. She blinked her large brown eyes again and gently pushed her huge, circular glasses up the bridge of her delicate nose with her red-painted fingertip. I couldn’t help but stare at her flesh. A lot was on display, which wasn’t normal for Tara. I didn’t realize just how glistening and smooth and dark her perfect body was. 

I imagined her red-painted fingertips rolling over her pretty, little clit and her red-painted lips parting in moaned pleasure as I pushed myself deep inside her pretty, pink pussy… 

Those deep brown, doe eyes, staring deeply into my eyes, were enough to make me sweat.I gave an audible gulp and battled to make direct eye contact with her. That didn’t help.

Tara said something and sat down in one of the chairs facing my desk. But, to be honest, I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. Sorry, but I guess that is of lesser importance to you.

After a moment of silence, I tried to hold back the thoughts of what I would like to do to and with her. My mouth had just been opening to answer when the suddenly intimidating, sexually attractive woman rose from her.

My jaw was loosely agape; I could see that her skirt had been hiked up around her delicious hips, revealing amazingly strong ebony legs and a peak of her lacy, black and grey, satin panties. Alongside, there was another beautiful brown spot,