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- Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Allison is an auditor who has to travel to Dallas to attend a training conference that doesn't seem enticing at all. As she struggles to pull her luggage out of the bin, a tall, black beast of a man, Jamal, helps her out. She thanks him but loses track of him as her boss calls her up.
She sighs as her boss keeps asking her about some questions being brought up by external auditors. While talking to her boss, she stops paying attention to where she's walking and runs right into Jamal. She quickly hangs up the phone and chats with the powerful black man and learns that he's actually an auditor as well, attending the exact same conference.
The two decide to save their respective companies some money and share a cab. Once they reach the hotel, Jamal suggests grabbing dinner in an hour and Allison agrees. After eagerly waiting an hour, Allison heads to the elevators and gasps as Jamal steps out, wearing nothing but a tight, form fitting boxer briefs. She sees a suspiciously large rod next to his inner thigh and before she knows it, he's inviting her over to his room to wait while he changes.
As Jamal begins to change, she sees his reflection in the mirror and her heart races as his boxer briefs go lower and lower... Does this training conference actually become an exciting big black conference for Allison?
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Big Black Conference
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My feet ached as I squirmed around in my airplane seat. I was never a fan of flying but this conference was a requirement for me to attend. As the plane finally came to a halt, I sighed in relief.
I watched as some people stood up, readying to grab their luggage above them. One of the flight attendants stood up and waved them down as another grabbed the intercom.
“Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is off,” she ordered.
I watched as the people standing groaned as they sat back down in their seats. A small smile crept up on my lips. I could relate to their annoyance and need to get off the plane.
Phones buzzed to life, filling the plane with sounds of cluttered music and vibrations. I was actually glad that phones needed to be turned off on the plane and wished that the rule to keep them off until you were off the plane was still in place. I couldn’t imagine how annoying it would be to be on a plane ride with people constantly chatting and phones buzzing away.
The seatbelt light finally turned off a high pitched ring signaled to people that it was okay to start getting up. I stood up, opened the luggage space and grabbed my bag. It was only supposed to be a two week trip but I wasn’t sure what the weather was going to be like.
With a grunt, I pulled at it and sighed as it barely budged. It wasn’t just the weight of the bag, it was my height that was causing problems. As I was about to try again, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Do you need help?” A tall, black man asked, his voice low.
I stared up at him and smiled. He was extremely well dressed, wearing a suit that was built to fit his wide, muscular frame. His shiny bald head easily hit the ceiling of the plane. With one hand, he grabbed my bag and pulled it down effortlessly.
“Thank you!”
“No problem,” he replied.
I wondered if he was a basketball or football player, but figured it couldn’t be, considering we were in economy class. Not even economy plus.
He walked off after giving me a nod, carrying just a shoulder bag. I extended the handle on my bag and dragged it along as I made my way off the plane. It was my first time in Dallas, but it wasn’t my first time at one of these conferences.
I figured I’d join the first meeting sessions, sign in, grab the free lunch and then head back to the hotel to nap. The sessions were normally boring, and non-informative, with a lot of sales. A lot of the presenters usually ended up shilling a product they used at the company, and of course, a representative of said product was in the session as a participant.
As I waited patiently for the line of people to move, my phone rang and I quickly answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey Allison, I’m guessing you landed?” My boss asked.
“Literally, just landed,” I replied.
“Look at that, great timing, right? Hey, one of the external auditors is pestering me about some kind of discrepancy with accounts payable, do you know what he’s talking about?”
I sighed and looked up as the line of people moved forward bit by bit.
“Is it that one kid? Tony or whatever his name was?”
“Tom.”
“Right, Tom,” I repeated as I rolled my eyes.
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