“I’m sick to death of this shit,” Kirsty Gerrard said, sneering at the TV screen. Professor Chancel Mbengwi was seated across from an interviewer, discussing the sexual superiority of the black male in comparison to his white counterpart. It was a viewpoint that Kirsty, as an ardent feminist and sociologist, wholeheartedly condemned. Despite his assurances, Kirsty had repeatedly accused Professor Mbengwi of racism and had even written academic treatises on the subject, citing a lack of any material evidence beyond the anecdotal. She also could not disagree more with his assertions, gaining traction sadly amongst certain young demographics, that women could not control themselves when presented with a dominant African male member. He claimed that, eventually, all women would succumb to primal, biological urges to seek out the best, most potent partners… and to him that meant black males.
She switched the TV off in rage, slumping back in her office chair, ready to get a full sulk on. “It’s only natural,” she said through gritted teeth. “My fucking arse. The arrogance of the man… I’ll show him.”
She reach over and press a buzzer on her phone’s base unit.
“Yes, Ms Gerrard?” a young, feminine voice spoke through the speaker.
“Hi Jacqueline, can you call back E&I TV? Tell them I want to do that discussion show after all, the one with Mbengwi.”
She took her hand off the buzzer and opened her documents folder on her desktop.
“Right… I’m going to knock that fucker off his perch,” she growled, beginning to compile the research she had been doing over the past 10 years. “He won’t know what’s hit him.”
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Alison felt a strong sense of deja vu as she sat in her car, looking nervously at the doors to Kofi’s photo studio. She’d been hyped up for this moment since she’d agreed to take part, but now she was here… the old nerves were back. She’d spent the days leading up to this convincing herself that, you know, a little fling’s not so bad. It doesn’t diminish her love for her husband… and anyway, it was his fault for suggesting this. She could blame him for… for… for fucking a black guy? That was a bit of a stretch, but she felt deep down this was something she needed to do. Like something on a bucket list - just do it, say you’ve done it and then move on, right? No guilt, just a life experience you can say you’ve had - you’ve cheated, it happens. Modern life is like this, modern women are like this - no tied down so much by convention.
“It’s my body, my pussy, I can do what I want with it,” she reasoned… but now, sitting her, she didn’t feel quite so confident anymore.
“No, I can’t chicken out now, not now,” she mouthed to herself. “They’re counting on me, I gave my word… and I want to do it. I want to…”
She got out of the car and strode to the door, pushing it open and entering the studio space. Kofi was by his computers, going over some photos from a previous session. On one screen was a picture of a young girl, must only have been 18 or so, one leg up on a chair and her pussy, shaved clean, glistening with wetness. A big smile on the girl’s face, too. Fair enough, thought Alison. Then Kofi flicked and the next image showed this same girl, an expression of utter ecstasy on her face, a black man behind her, clearly penetrating her.
“Wow,” Alison said, without thinking, causing Kofi to turn in surprise.
“Oh, hello, Alison,” he said, chuckling. “You gave me a shock there! Don’t sneak up on a brother like that, okay?”
“Sorry, just that picture… she’s so young…” Alison said. The girl looked a bit like her sister Emily and her two nieces, Jane and Gemma. She couldn’t have been that much older or younger, for sure.
“Ah yes, that was a pretty cool session to shoot. Girl was really wild, really got into it. I love shooting scenes where the people really get it, makes the final product so much more… real and exciting to viewers… and makes me and my clients more money too. It’s what people want to see more of nowadays, not overly produced fakery. You agree?”
“Er, yeah, sure,” Alison mumbled, still staring at the girl’s orgasm-wracked face. God, how good was she feeling there? I just got a tiniest taste of what a big black cock inside me would feel like… she’s obviously got it to the balls in her… and look at her face…. That’s why I said yes to this. I want to feel like that.
At that precise moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning her head to see the model, Marco, standing behind her. She smiled warmly at him and he leaned forward, their lips meeting. She opened her mouth and their tongues entwined, feeling her body melting with desire.
“Hey, save that passion for the shoot, guys,” an unfamiliar voice said. An unfamiliar female voice.
Alison broke the kiss and turned her body completely to see a woman striding in through the door. What was another woman doing here? Another mistake, surely?
“Hey, you must be Alison, I’m Corina,” the woman said, offering her hand to the stunned Gerrard sister. “I’m really looking forward to working with you today. I reckon it’ll be really fucking sexy, don’t you, Marco?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he said, giving Corina the same sloppy kiss he’d just given Alison. A twang of jealousy there, Alison realised. Damn, what’s wrong with me?
“Oh, also,” the new woman said, turning to the door. “I thought I’d make things a bit more… you know, fun.”
She gave a whistle and Alison’s knees turned to jelly as two more black men, tall and handsome, stepped in, big grins on their faces.
“Yo Marco,” one said, deep, rumbling voice sending a thrill through Alison. Marco nodded and grasped the man’s hand. The men greeted each other while Alison just stood there in shock, eyes flicking between each one… and their groins.
She felt a presence next to her. It was the new girl, Corina. Well, she said girl, but it was clear this was a woman of experience, a seductive beauty that oozed confidence around these studs. The complete opposite of Alison.
“They’re wonderful,” she said quietly so only Alison could hear. The younger woman merely nodded in return, unable to fashion coherent words. “And when they’re…”
She reached up and turned Alison’s head gently towards her, looking deep into her eyes.
“...fucking you…”
A devilish grin.
“You just can’t ever go back to hubby…”
Alison stood transfixed as Corina pressed her body against her, a hand snaking down her back and into the waistband of her jeans. She felt Corina cup one ass cheek then the other and then… she felt her fingertips stroking her asshole itself!
Frozen, unable to believe what was happening, she felt the woman gently stroking her backdoor. It felt … weird, yet not unpleasant. The fingers slid further down, finding Alison’s wetness, stroking again… then probing, entering her body. That broke the trance.
“Ah, no, no…” Alison said, pulling away sharply. “I didn’t agree to … that.”
She turned to look at Corina and was horrified to see the woman shrug, lifting the fingers soaked by Alison’s pussy and suck them, one by one, grinning after each digit left her mouth.
“What’s up?” Kofi said, looking back up from his screens.
“I… I didn’t agree to doing this with a girl,” Alison said, hand raised to her forehead, trying to control herself. “I said I’d do a guy, that’s all… there are, like, three here… I can’t… sorry, I need to go…”
The men looked at each other, at Alison, at Corina.
“Look, we can…” Marco began.
“No, please… I should… go.”
She stumbled towards the door, through the group of men. As she did so, her hips brushed their groins and she heard alarm bells ringing in her mind as she felt their cocks against her. She reached the door, put her hand on it, pushed it open…
...and something told her to turn around. Slowly, she did so, looking back at the studio. Corina was standing there, naked, her clothes lying on the floor around her. The men had moved to surround her, hands pawing at her naked skin, her breasts, one even straying to her pussy. All this time, she just looked at Alison, grinning devilishly.
Then the cocks came out. Three magnificent specimens, stiff and erect, standing proud. Alison couldn’t help herself, licking her lips as she gazed at those wonderful penises. Corina took two into her hands, stroking them, a man kissing her neck at the same time. All the while still fixing her eyes on Alison.
Alison felt that pang of jealousy again, though this time it wasn’t just a small surge of feeling, it was an extraordinary rush. No, this woman wasn’t having those cocks all to herself. No fucking way. They’re mine. My cocks. My men. I’m going to fuck them. All of them. All of them...
Alison strode back into the room purposefully, Corina’s grin widening, her head nodding in approval. She stood in front of the foursome, frantically tearing at her clothes until she too was nude, her chest heaving, nipples like bullets, pussy soaking wet.
“I want some of that fucking big black cock too,” she said, breathlessly, heart hammering away in her chest. She moaned as three massive pricks were pointed right at her.
“On your knees,” Corina said. “Worship these fucking cocks like the slut you are, like the slut you deserve to be.”
Alison merely nodded as all three men moved closer. She took one in her left hand, one in her right, the middle one - Marco’s - bobbing agonisingly close to her face. She felt the pulsating warmth of the penises in her hands, stroking them as she opened her mouth and took Marco inside, another moan of purest pleasure as she greedily sucked at the head.
“That’s it,” she heard Corina said, “work each cock, get them all nice and wet, ready to slip right up in that tight, married pussy…”
Alison obeyed, taking one cock after the other into her mouth, lavishing each head with her tongue.
“Mmm, don’t forget the rest of them,” Corina said. Alison felt the other woman moved behind her and soft, feminine hands on her butt. She should have baulked at a woman touching her like this, as she had before, but now… it felt right. And when the fingers slipped inside her pussy again… it still felt right. More than right… awesome.
As she lavished the three cocks with her mouth and tongue, she felt a wetness on her exposed asshole. She knew it was Corina, her own tongue lapping at her behind. It was utterly depraved… and, in Alison’s current state, utterly wonderful. With a pop, she pulled the cock in her mouth out.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she cooed as Corina’s tongue licked and probed. “Fuck, I never knew my asshole was so sensitive!”
“It feels even better with a foot of black dick up in there, girl,” one of the other men said.
“Mmmm, I bet it fucking does!” Alison grinned. A calm, sane version of herself screamed inside her mind, but the dominant, slutty side of her was utterly in control here. This was no time for half measures - this was her sexual awakening.
Dimly aware that Kofi was capturing this all on camera, but not caring at all, she gobbled up another cock, forcing more of it than before into her mouth and throat, choking herself slightly. I’m going to have to get better at this, she thought to herself.
The tongue stopped lapping at her ass and she felt a small hand slap her butt, causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl… a schoolgirl with a mouthful of black cock.
“Time for this whore’s cunt to get fucked, guys,” Corina said, pulling Alison to her feet. Reluctantly, she let go of the cock shafts, but knew exactly what was coming next. Corina steered her over to a bed, the same one she’d modeled on such a short time ago.
“On your back, cunt,” Corina said, Alison obeying instantly, her legs automatically splaying out wide, offering her sex up to anyone who wanted it.
“Wow, that’s a sexy pussy right there,” Corina said. “Sorry, I just have to… one second, guys.”
Alison gasped as Corina dove between her legs, feasting on her dripping wet hole. She held back a scream as Corina’s tongue drove her wild, pushing her to the brink of orgasm before cruelly denying her a climax.
“Uh-uh, you cum on the dicks, girl,” she laughed, face smeared with Alison’s fluids. “And believe me, you’re going to thank me for that. Marco… fuck that cunt.”
Marco grinned, stepping between Alison’s legs, Kofi still snapping away, taking close-up shots of the bulbous cock head pressing against Alison’s juicy labia. Oh God, Alison thought, it’s going to happen. I’m going to cheat on my husband, who I love so much, who I pledged my life too… but fuck him, I need these cocks!
“Come on, motherfucker,” she growled. “Shove that fucking cock in my body!”
“Fuck yes!” Marco laughed and thrust his hips forward. Alison felt her pussy expand quickly, beyond what she thought was possible, then suddenly he was inside her, just two inches.
“Holy fuck!” she screamed, so close to a mind-shattering orgasm. She tried to push her hips forward, to take more, to finally cum, “Holy fucking….aaaahhhh!” Her body bucked and writhed, desperate, but he did the unthinkable - he pulled his cock back out again!
“No, put it back in, please, fucking… pleeeease!” she begged, opening her legs as wide as she could, tears in her eyes, pleading him to shove his cock back into her pussy.
“Are you sure?” Marco said. “Looks like you don’t quite want it enough to me…”
“Yes!” she wailed. “Please, fuck me, I need it so much…”
“There’s only one way you’re getting this black cock,” Corina interjected, gripping Marco’s dick and guiding it to Alison’s desperate hole, but preventing it entering her. “You’ve got to promise…”
“Please, I’ll do anything,” Alison said, going insane with desire.
“...promise to never fuck a white guy again. Promise to be a black cock slut from this moment on, to give yourself to any black man with a big cock whenever they want… to go home to your husband tonight and tell him you only fuck black men, that they own you… that you want black babies growing inside you, fathered by unknown men you let use your womb as a cum dump...promise all this now and you’ll not regret it.”
“YES! FUCK! I PROMISE! I’LL DO ANYTHING FOR BLACK COCK! FUCK MY WORTHLESS HUSBAND, I’M BLACK ONLY! FUCK MEEEEEE!”
Corina let go, nodding to Marco and in it went, all the way to the balls in one brutal thrust. Alison screamed her head off and blacked out for a second, so intense was the orgasm that tore through her body. Meaningless sounds poured from her mouth, guttural, animalistic cries of pleasure as Marco pounded her, giving her a real cock for the first time in her life. Corina grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward, making her look down between her legs as the enormous prick disappeared into her body, over and over, relentlessly.
“See that? That’s your fucking life now, whore. Black men, all day, every fucking day, just like me, just like so many women every day. You’re part of a club now, a group of girls devoted to black men, pleasuring themselves and ourselves like we and they deserve. You’re a fucking slut now, Alison…”
Alison’s tear-filled eyes, tears of pure pleasure, looked into Corina’s.
“I am,” she whispered. “I am!”
“...just like your sister Emily.”
“Emily… what?” Alison said, feeling her pleasure grow again, another orgasm building already. She hadn’t thought it possible to feel this good, but she knew this was just the tip of the iceberg for her now.
“Yes, Emily’s been a black cock slut for a long time now.” Corina grinned. “She’s such a slut she even turned your mother into a whore for black men too!”
“God, mot… moth… motherFUCKERRRR!!!!!” she screamed as Marco drove her over the edge again. Her brain tried to comprehend everything that was happening to her, all that Corina was saying.
“Yeah, fuck that bitch,” Corina laughed. “Just imagine, Alison, imagine your sister and mother watching you get fucked like this, urging you on… licking your nipples or shoving their wet pussies into your face while you cum on a big black dick…”
“Unnnngh goooooddddd!” Alison moaned as Corina’s words drove her wild, just as Marco’s cock was doing. The thought of her mother and sister was so erotic, so sinful, so depraved, yet she wanted them to see her like this, wanted … oh God, wanted to fuck them too! “Yes, I want to fuck my baby sister, to… fuck… my mother… to eat her cunt, both of them… fuck… I’m such a … fucking… SLUT!”
Marco yelled, slamming himself to the balls into Alison and flooding her womb with sperm, causing another violent orgasm to tear through the already-exhausted woman’s body. Ripping his cock from her, cum spilling out - Kofi’s camera there to snap some close-ups of her gaping twat filled with spunk - he stepped aside as the second man moved in, not giving Alison a second to recover, burying himself in her twitching, spasming cunt in one forceful thrust.
“HOLY SHIT!” Alison cried out as the man’s cock, longer even than Marco’s clubbed into her cervix. “Fuck, that’s so fucking deep!”
“This is sex for you now, Alison, endless orgasms, your womb filled with black cum all the time, your pussy and ass stretched beyond all recognition on a daily basis by hot studs,” Corina said.
“Yes, yes, yes! It’s so hot, so sexy…”
“Can you imagine your mother being fucked like this? Your little sister Emily?”
“Yes, God, I want to see them fucked too, so fucking hot…” Alison whimpered, the man driving her pleasure levels through the roof again.
“And Chloe, how about her?”
“Fuck, yes… but she’s… too… got a man… a rich man… she’d… hnnnnngh… she’d never…”
“No, you’re wrong! She ditched him at the fucking altar, Alison, she left her white fiancé in the church while she FUCKED over twenty black guys in her honeymoon suite! She’s a fucking black cock slut too!”
“OH FUCK YES!” Alison screamed, overpowered by yet another orgasm. It was incredible, these men were like stallions… and Corina, the fucking cunt that she was, continuously urging her on, teasing her with these appalling, delicious revelations. “My sisters… my mother… whores… sluts… like me…”
“Just like you, Alison,” Corina said. “And you’re going to help us turn your last sister, Kirsty, aren’t you? And her two *********, Gemma and Jane… all of you, your whole ******, devoted to black men!”
“Yes, I’ll do it! All women… need… this… to fuck… oh fuck oh FUCK!”
Her train of thought was derailed as, incredibly, she felt herself succumb to yet another blisteringly powerful climax. In her life to that point, she’d had only a handful of penetrative orgasms through sex and not a single one with her current husband. Now there she was, multiple black men taking turns to pound her slutty hole in, cumming over and over. She’d probably already cum more through sex than in the rest of her life combined!
“Just imagine your little nieces, pale white legs spread wide, their juicy little cunts ready to be FUCKED by enormous black cocks, stretched out forever, their teen wombs filled with black sperm… their bellies swelling with black babies… their teeny tiny assholes ripped apart, guts swollen with cum load after cum load…
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” Alison groaned, the images of her nieces in such positions filling her mind, driving her wild with desire. Corina gave one of her nipples a little pinch, eliciting a little gasp, before finally stepping away.
“Time for my cunt to get fucked too,” she said, pointing at the model, Marco. “You still got some cum in those big balls, stud?”
Marco grinned, nodding.
“Of course you have, silly me,” Corina laughed. “Better get pumping it into me then.”
Through her orgasmic delirium, Alison watched Marco thrust himself to the balls into Corina’s snatch, a growl of pleasure emerging from deep within the woman. She turned her attention to the man inside her, who was groaning himself, and she knew a second load of cum was about to splatter her cervix, flooding her womb. She grinned and pulled the man down to her, kissing him as he erupted, wrapping her legs around him, pulling his cock into her body as far as it would go, feeling the spurting head press hard against her cervix.
Finally she disentangled herself from the man and looked up at the third one, his cock the biggest of the three.
“Oh boy,” she grinned. “That’s a big cock.”
He merely nodded.
“Come on then…” she laughed. “Don’t just hold it… FUCK me with it!”
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“Come on, stop it, Kevin,” Jane said, forcing a giggle out. The boy was behind her, rubbing his crotch up against her groin, as she tried to take her shot.
“Sluts like you should be able to multi-task,” the boy sneered, increasing the pressure. “Or does my big dick distract you that much?”
Laughs from the other boys in the group. Some of the girls too.
“Funny,” she said, moving away from him. “That’s not what Chantelle said.”
Oooooohs from the crowd, but Kevin just shrugged. “I’m surprised she could speak after I choked her out with my big schlong.”
“Yeah, well, can I just take my shot please?” Jane said, pointing at the pool table. Kevin moved away and Jane finally potted the black. “Game to me then,” she grinned, chalking her cue arrogantly. “If you boys can’t handle a girl playing well, maybe I should just quit now.”
As she’d expected, another stood to take on her challenge. They didn’t know she was an excellent pool player, had a table at home and practiced almost daily. They were testosterone-fuelled idiots who saw a girl as easy prey in contests like this. More fool them, but she didn’t want to overplay her hand - go too far and they’d have her pegged and she’d get no more games and, most importantly, would suddenly become a figure of fun, “unusual” in the populist group. And that just wouldn’t do. She saw how her sister was treated and wouldn’t let that happen - even if it meant dumbing herself down and playing the fool on occasion. Anything to keep herself in the It crowd.
Unlike Gemma, Jane chose to hide social “flaws” behind well-constructed lies - sexual contact was forbidden because she had a boyfriend in prison who’d beat the hell out of anyone who touched her, for example. It only mattered that the boys (and girls) believed this, despite it being a complete fabrication. If people asked questions, eventually she’d have this fake boyfriend killed off by some thug inside or transferred out of state or whatever. So while Gemma told the truth about her morality, Jane lied and kept her virginity, her promises to her mother, all of that stuff, locked away inside her. Essentially the two girls were the same, just that small difference - one being willing to lie to get what she wanted - separated them.
The new challenger stepped up and Jane played him like a fiddle, hitting shots badly but just well enough to “fluke” pots and win the frame, apologising at the end for just being lucky as he harrumphed about the table being slanted or something. Nobody else stepped up and soon the party moved into the “let’s drink lots” phase. Here, again, Jane played fast and loose with the truth, substituting alcohol for water whenever she could to keep herself as sober as possible. It was risky, but she’d not failed yet. So while ***** 18-year-olds groped and fondled at each other, Jane was able to just remain on the nice side of tipsy, allowing herself to ease back in chairs and indulge in her number one hobby - voyeurism.
For what these socialites didn’t know was she had voracious sexual appetite, just one she had promised herself to bottle up until she was married. She masturbated almost constantly in her free time when she was alone, shoving everything she could think of up her virgin hole and strumming her clit until she wept with joy. She couldn’t get enough of that orgasmic feeling - but still she wouldn’t break her hymen, not with objects or boys. That was special.
So she sat there, “drink” in hand, working her pussy muscles around the sex balls she’d placed in there on her last trip to the lavatory, loving how horny they made her feel, knowing her eventual climax would be pretty awesome when she was allowed to bring it about. She watched her friends making out, breasts popping out of bras, hands rubbing away under pants and underwear, the odd glimpse of heads bobbing up and down on dicks. One thing that always struck her as strange - the male members she glimpsed never excited her. Not really, anyway. A bit, she guessed, but they just looked… inadequate. This was one of the reasons she was finding it simple enough to maintain her virgin status - nobody had come close to matching her needs just yet. Ironically, her friends made fun of Gemma for being a dyke, yet if they just knew how Jane felt about pussy… well, they’d have a different target for their ire.
Oh well, can’t be helped, Jane thought, grinding the balls in her pussy even harder, stifling a gasp of pleasure as she did so. She was watching one of her “besties”, Kamillah, a dark-skinned goddess with the prettiest pink pussy ever and substantial tits Jane would love to suck on for hours, make out with Troy, one of the jocks she pretended to like to keep in with the other girls. Kamillah had her hand in her pants, obviously toying with his manhood. What there was of it anyway - Jane knew most of the wriggling bulge in his pants was Kamillah’s hand, not Troy’s cock.
Seriously, why did these pretty-as-fuck girls go for such shrimp-dicked boys? Jane couldn’t understand it. She knew they didn’t love these guys, it was all just adolescent fiddling and fooling… maybe they just didn’t respect themselves enough to wait for a real man to give them a good fucking. Jane closed her eyes for a second, visualising the kind of stud she wanted to take her virginity. Strong, muscular… and packing major cock. She moaned a little, the balls doing their work and she had to bite her lip to stop from cumming right there.
She had to get out of there, find a space to be alone and let out that orgasm she wanted so badly now. Time to split and go home. She didn’t bother saying goodbye, everyone was… occupied anyway. Some were even going at it upstairs if the creaking sounds were anything to go by… no screams from the girl though, she chuckled to herself. Typical. She thought about how, if that were here upstairs with her imaginary stud, she’d be blasting the walls down with her screams.
Oh well, can’t be helped. Maybe I’ll find a guy like that one day…
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“Another one…” Vanessa said, handing the files to Tandino, who frowned down at them. For once he wasn’t engaged in some kind of sexual activity with a barely legal girl from one of the local schools. She knew his absolute favourite thing in the world was to get a girl on her 18th birthday, all pigtails and birthday cake and sweetness and light… and gang-fuck her with 17 of his closest (and most well-endowed) friends. Vanessa suppressed a grin at the thought - she’d been present at many such events, sometimes even hand-picking the girls herself… enjoying sucking the cum out of their abused twats afterwards…
“Sorry, I missed that, was… daydreaming a bit,” Vanessa said.
“I was just asking if you’d dug up anymore on the … person or persons doing this… and why?”
“As a matter of fact, I have and it is quite interesting,” Vanessa said, looking pleased with herself. She’d had a team of investigators working round the clock to find out just who was going to so much trouble to interfere like this.
“Remember Chloe Gerrard? The girl who left her fiancé at the altar to … party with some of our associates in her honeymoon suite?”
“Ah yes, a lovely girl, I’ve had the pleasure of her company more than once since then,” Tandino said. “I believe plans are afoot to bring the rest of her sisters and relatives into the fold…?”
“Yes, I believe that her second eldest sister, Alison, is currently being … initiated as we speak by Corina herself.”
“Excellent, excellent,” Tandino said, steepling his fingers and reclining slightly in his office chair. “So this is something to do with her?”
“Precisely. The fiancé was… is very rich… well, was actually. See, he’s been blowing the ****** fortune on inconveniencing us. I believe he’s run through nearly all their assets already.”
“She really had her hooks into him, didn’t she?”
“Quite,” Vanessa replied. “Anyway, I have it on good authority that he’s in control of the ****** businesses now, but he’s sold off nearly all of them at cut prices to fund this … well, frankly insane scheme. He blames you for his Chloe running away.”
“I’ve got nothing against this man,” Tandino said. “I don’t want this kind of heat on what we’re trying to do. So… I think it’s about time I met this … “ he glanced down at the notes, “... Rufus and set him straight. If he still chooses to impede us, well, can’t say we didn’t try.”
“I presume you want Chloe at the meeting?”
“Naturally…”
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Mei Ling was perplexed. She’d introduced her mother to a whole bunch of handsome, muscular black men and … nothing. Not a comment either way. No hint of any reaction, positive or negative. She’d heard that Westerners thought Chinese people could be inscrutable, difficult to read… but she’d never believed it. Well, she believed it about her mother. She’d given nothing away - if there was anything to give away, of course. She couldn’t just not be attracted to them… right?
How could that be? Her ******** was days away from being unable to conceal the growing bump of her pregnant belly, filled as it was with a healthy, black baby - a boy, she had been delighted to discover - and there was her mother, like a stone in the face of her efforts. Bin Bin had been working on her too, hints here and there, boosting her ego and so on… but nothing.
So now Mei Ling had to admit failure. She’d reported to Vanessa that she’d been unsuccessful in converting her mother to their cause. She had shrugged and said not to worry - she’d got Bin Bin to be part of Project Blackout, so that was something she should be proud of.
But Mei Ling had wanted her mother to be part of this, to be able to share her new lifestyle with her like she had the old… and for her to be part of her new son’s upbringing. Not just a source of shame.
That was out the window now, she thought, watching her parents trundle along at the airport. Considering they were leaving today, they’d not said much on the drive over, nor since getting into the airport. As she watched them head through into the departures area, she waved at them, getting very little in return. Had she done something wrong? Why was her mother so difficult?
As she watched them disappear, Bin Bin sighed next to her.
“Don’t worry, Mei Mei, we gave it our best shot,” she said.
“I know… I just wish… life would have been just… simpler if she’d… you know,” Mei Ling said.
“Not for your father.”
“Well, no,” Mei Ling chuckled. “Not for him…”
“Anyway, I think it’s time we got back home and started to get our fuck on in a serious, major fucking way,” Bin Bin said, eyes gleaming with lust.
“Oh fuck yes, how long has it been since you arrived? God, too long… and now I have you all to myself, dear cousin…”
Bin Bin looked left and right quickly before stepping in and pressing her lips to her cousin’s, forcing them apart and letting their tongues intertwine. Mei Ling knew people would be looking, but now she didn’t care. She kissed back, the two embracing passionately in this public place.
Breathlessly, finally, they moved apart, chests heaving, eyes locked.
“Let’s go,” Bin Bin said simply, taking her cousin’s hand and leading her back to the car. They didn’t get that far, though. Bin Bin spotted the female toilets and dragged Mei Ling in, pushing her into a cubicle and locking the door. Her hand thrust aggressively down the front of Mei Ling’s pants, palm pressing against her pubic mound and fingers slipping easily inside her. Mei Ling gasped as her cousin rubbed her, finger-fucked her, kissed her to orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as she held her cousin’s beautiful face, eyes closed, lips locked, vagina leaking fluids at an alarming rate all over her cousin’s hand. Bin Bin pulled her hand away, offering it to Mei Ling, who sucked off her own juices greedily.
“Car,” Mei Ling said, breathing heavily. Bin Bin nodded and the two girls left the toilets, two middle-aged white women staring at them in shock as they exited the cubicle. Bin Bin giggled and shot them a wink before they left.
They had to stop themselves from running to the car, so excited were they both. The car door opened, both girls piled inside on the back seat and Bin Bin found herself on her back, Mei Ling’s face buried in her shaved pussy, tongue caressing her most delicate areas.
“Fucking… fuck yes! Oh, Mei Mei, I love you, I love you so much!” Bin Bin shrieked, pressing her cousin’s face hard against her groin. Mei Ling’s tongue was driving her crazy.
“Feels so fucking good,” Bin Bin groaned, feeling the orgasm building swiftly. “I’m going to fucking squirt all over your face… right… about…. Ah fuck! NOW!”
Mei Ling clamped her mouth over her cousin’s pussy, feeling the orgasmic fluid spurt into her mouth as Bin Bin came, not swallowing. When she’d finished, she moved up, pressing her body onto Bin Bin’s and kissed her, sharing the ejaculate between their mouths until it was all gone - either down throats or dribbling down chins.
“Let’s get home while we still can,” Mei Ling said, climbing out and back into the driver’s seat.
“I’m so horny I could fuck myself with the gear stick,” Bin Bin laughed, cleaning her face up with a wet wipe.
“Slut,” Mei Ling laughed. “My beautiful, wonderful slut.”
Bin Bin smiled, warmth and love in that expression. “Yes, your slut for always, Mei Mei. Come on, let’s get home.”
Mei Ling smiled and patted her cousin’s bare knee. She wanted to slide a hand up and play with her pussy, but the car wouldn’t drive itself. Sighing, she drove off. As they left the car park, Mei Ling glance to her left and saw Bin Bin give her an evil grin.
“Just because you can’t play with it, doesn’t mean I can’t…”
She slid up her skirt, exposing her smooth pussy and slid two, three then four fingers into her dripping snatch, starting to fuck herself with them. Mei Ling scowled, trying to concentrate on the road, finding it increasingly difficult as Bin Bin got more and more into her masturbation, tucking her thumb into her palm and forcing her whole hand into her cunt.
“I’m going to make you pay for this,” Mei Ling laughed as she pulled onto the motorway.
“Mmm, please do,” Bin Bin groaned.
----
Rufus Travers stepped out of the Rolls and smoothed his suit down. This was the first time he’d left his house for weeks and it had taken some effort to make himself presentable. He’d become a physical and emotional wreck since Chloe had left, but the glimmer of hope this meeting with Tandino provided was enough to rouse him from his torpor.
He’d make her come back to him. Her love for him must be in there somewhere, this whole black men thing just a reaction to facing married life. This was the line he’d been feeding himself over and over until nothing else made sense. She’d gone temporarily mad and now, today, he was here to win her back.
For one moment he had considered bringing in the ****** lawyers to see if there was some legal wrangling they could do to further his cause. He’d discarded this thought fairly swiftly, however, not wanting knowledge of the precise nature of Chloe’s … betrayal to leak out. He hadn’t even told his ****** - nobody else had a clue what she’d done or what was on the “Honeymoon” video he’d been sent. Of course, the threat of it being made public was there - but so far nobody had approached him. Did that mean it was a bluff? That the footage hadn’t been released?
He hoped so, but he needed to be sure. Another reason why he was here today. He caught the eye of his driver as he stood waiting for the lift up into the building, saw him give him a nod of approval even in the gloom of the underground parking lot. A ding and the lift doors opened up. A beautiful woman with long, flowing blonde hair stepped out, giving him just the merest glance as she went by. Was that a smirk, a look of derision she flashed him? He watched her for a second, his natural male instincts causing stirrings down below as he watched her sashay across the car park, heels clicking on the hard surface. Then he shook his head, straightened his tie and entered the lift.
Rufus had been told that Mr Tandino would be waiting for him on the top floor of the building, so he pressed the button and tapped in the pass code he’d been given by the girl on the phone. The lift moved up and the butterflies started going crazy in his stomach. Was he making a mistake? Should he just move on from Chloe, find another girl and be happy with her?
No, Chloe was the love of his life. He’d never feel the same about anyone else. He couldn’t be happy without her. This meeting was his last chance at happiness. She wouldn’t betray him a second time. She loved him, not these … men.
As the lift ascended, people got in and out on various floors. Rufus tried to keep his eyes fixed on the floor, not looking at any of them, but even he couldn’t help notice the fact that all the women were young and pretty, while all the men were muscular, handsome and … black. Normally he’d not have paid any attention, but now… he resented these men and the women - were they as corrupted as Chloe was? Did these girls do the same things his Chloe did?
The butterflies got worse.
Another final ding and the doors opened at the top floor, Rufus taking a deep breath and stepping out. A corridor stretched out to his left and right. This was obviously the executive floor where all the big shots had their offices. Some were exposed, walls of clear glass and people busily working away or talking into headsets while pacing about. Others had opaque walls and it was towards one of these, right at the end of the left branch that Rufus approached. Knocking on the door just below the sign saying M. Tandino (no company title, strangely), he waited.
It opened and another beautiful blonde opened it up. She looked strangely familiar, but Rufus couldn’t place her. She smiled at him, though it wasn’t necessarily a warm smile. She indicated him to come in then she spoke to the enormous black man in the incredibly expensive suit sitting behind the large rectangular desk in the middle of the room.
“Will that be all, Mr Tandino?” she said.
“Yes, Vanessa, I think we have all we need. When I need you to do… you know, I’ll buzz. Then send them in, okay?”
“Oh yes, that’s perfect, sir,” she grinned, closing the door behind her.
Rufus hadn’t taken his eyes off this man, the man who had corrupted his fiancée, lead him to this place, prepared to beg her to come back to him… but she wasn’t there. He’d have to talk to him then, see where it would lead.
“Please, sit,” he said, voice deep as could be. Powerful, masculine.
“Thanks,” Rufus said, trying to put some of that same presence into his voice, but failing to do more than sound like a little boy squeaking. Coughing, embarrassed, he sat in one of the two chairs facing the desk. As he sat, he heard a rustling sound, like… he didn’t know. Looking puzzled at Tandino, he raised an eyebrow, but the man just stared back, impassively..
“Er, okay, so…”
“I know what you’ve been doing, Mr Travers,” Tandino interrupted. “You seem to have an interest in property our own modest enterprise wanted to acquire. We just want to know why, hence this meeting.”
“Wait, I didn’t come here to talk about that, I wanted… we said in the e-mail…”
“Yes, about Miss Gerrard,” he said, waving one hand dismissively. “We can get to that…”
“No, it’s all connected, you…” Rufus said, voice rising, hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. He took a breath, collecting himself. This man would not rile him.
“It was revenge, I’ll admit that. You took from me everything I ever wanted… and I wanted to hurt you in return…”
“...but now you can’t because the money isn’t there anymore, I belive…”
“Yes,” Rufus said, blushing. “I … overextended a little. We still have assets, but… not as many as before, I’ll admit. It is why I agreed to this meeting. I want to settle this - to put things back how they were. I’ve still got the deeds to the latest property and am willing to give them to you at cost… as long as my Chloe is returned to me.”
“Mr Travers, I’m slightly confused,” Tandino said, leaning back in his chair slightly. There was that rustling again and… was that a slurp? Bizarre.
“You seem to be under the impression we… took her against her will? You saw the video, Mr Travers, did Chloe look like she was… unhappy there? Coerced?”
Tandino sneered at him then, Rufus fighting that urge to shout.
“No… no, she didn’t,” he said. “She didn’t… but she had to have been tricked or … something. We were happy… going to be married. Women don’t just abandon all that for no reason, just for kicks… I wanted to ask you to help me win her back. I know you must be a reasonable man, we can come to a deal and…”
“Win her back? You seem to have ignored everything Chloe said on that tape,” Tandino chuckled. “I think you’re under the impression that when a girl goes black, she goes back to her previous routine. Uh-uh, my friend, doesn’t happen. Ever.”
“But I know my Chloe and I know she loved … loves me,” Rufus said. “She wouldn’t just abandon me, her life, for cheap thrills. We had a bond…”
“I think that bond got severed, Mr Travers, by about a foot or so of black cock,” he said, calmly.
“Please, there’s no need to get profane here,” Rufus said, not rising to the bait. “This was a deep, profound connection, a love that…”
“...she cast aside when all those guys fucked her brains out. Trust me, when I fucked her that day, she wasn’t thinking about her love for you… just about the orgasms my friends and I were giving her.”
“You fucking…” Rufus snarled.
“Now, now,” Mr Tandino said. “I’m just stating facts here. Your girl isn’t your girl anymore, friend. Just accept it, move on, find another girl … just, you know, keep her away from us black folk or, well, history could repeat itself.”
Rufus closed his eyes, temper flaring again. Finally, he opened them, his rage contained. Just.
“You think any woman would just fling herself at you and your… well, I’ve got news for you. Love conquers all. Chloe will be mine again, I’ll show you… I’ll show you that love is stronger than lust.”
“It wasn’t for Chloe,” Tandino smirked.
“It is, it was!” Rufus screamed, unable to control himself. “You’ll see, you’ll fucking see. I’ll get her back and… and… you aren’t having this building. I’ll demolish it, just like the others. Everything in my power, I’ll do to stop you. I’ll bring you down, Tandino, if God is my witness, I’ll…”
“Oh, just shut the fuck up,” Tandino said, voice lowered, snuffing out Rufus’s rage in an instant. “Sit. Now.”
Rufus realised he was up on his feet, sinking back down onto the comfortable chair.
“You want Chloe back, huh? You want her to just rush back into your arms like none of this happened? I guess there’s only one way to prove to you that that’s NEVER going to happen, Mr Travers. Ready? Chloe, darling, come out now.”
“What? She’s here? Chloe, my love, please… ple… oh… oh fuck, NO!”
To Rufus’s horror, his fiancée Chloe stood up from beneath the desk, a big grin on her face. Her make-up was smeared, her body utterly devoid of clothing.
“Hello, Rufus,” she said. “Nice to see you again… but Mr Tandino is right. I’m not ever coming back to you. I thought you’d have realised after, you know, I let so many black studs fuck me on our wedding night…”
“No, this can’t… it can’t be. Chloe, please, say this isn’t true. I love you, please… say you love me… please…”
“Oh, Rufus,” Chloe giggled, “I’ve been here this whole time… sucking Michael’s massive black cock while you said how I was going to come back to you. And I didn’t stop… I wouldn’t ever have stopped. Because I fucking LOVE black cocks far more than I ever loved you.”
“Oh my God…” Rufus said, feeling tears stream down his face. “Chloe… please…”
“Oh, for God’s sake, man!” Chloe yelled, looking at him with a disgusted expression on her face. “Look at yourself! You snivelling… grow a fucking spine! You think I’d give up THIS for you?”
Tandino stood up and he saw in horror the cock he was sporting, stiff as a tree trunk, pointing directly at Chloe.
“I’m not just going to make you understand there is no hope for you and I, Rufus,” she said, cradling the enormous balls swinging beneath the enormous cock. “By the time we’re done, you’ll sign over that building you bought so pettily… for free. You’ll just give it to Mr Tandino and say fucking thank you for the privilege of doing it.”
“Why… no… please…” Rufus stammered.
“Because not only is Mr Tandino here going to fuck me like the slut I am in front of you,” Chloe said, running her hand up and down the shaft of Tandino’s cock, while he reached down and pressed a buzzer on his desk. “I’m going to let all of his friends FUCK me in front of you too!”
The door to the office opened and in strode the woman from before, Vanessa, and five naked black men, each with their own enormous, thick cocks. Rufus squawked in terror as Vanessa slammed the door, locking it and putting the key down her cleavage.
“And she might let me eat her cum-filled pussy at some point too,” Vanessa laughed. Rufus watched in horror as Chloe and Tandino moved round in front of the desk. Chloe leaned over, bracing herself on the arms of his chair, her face inches from his, eyes locked… and then Tandino entered her and she screamed right at Rufus.
“Oh fuck yes, that’s it, right up in one fucking go, all that fucking BLACK COCK buried up inside me,” she yelled. “I can feel it against my fucking CERVIX, Rufus, it’s so fucking big, it stretches me so fucking much… you passed up this pussy so many times… now you’ll never, ever get a piece of it. It’s only for black men now, baby.”
She leaned forward a bit more and kissed Rufus on the lips briefly.
“That’s all you’ll ever get… now come on, guys, FUCK ME!”
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“How about this?” Bin Bin said, emerging from the bedroom.
“Oh yes, I love that,” Mei Ling said, turning from the full length mirror next to the door where she’d been admiring herself. Bin Bin was wearing thigh-length black boots with the words “FUCK ME” written on the inside leg of each one, arrows pointing upwards towards her bare pussy. She wore no underwear, her shaved cunt wet and ready for anyone to use it as they pleased. Above she had on long, velvet gloves, also black, which ended just above the elbow and on her breasts two crosses of black tape. Around her neck was a pendant with an onyx penis dangling from it.
“Actually, I thought I was overdressed!” Bin Bin laughed. “I like your look - naked with black baby belly hanging out for everyone to see!”
“It’s the natural look, baby,” Mei Ling laughed, stroking her belly. “But I might put on a little something so I can do a little tease for Bam-Bam when he gets here…”
“For me first, right?”
“Oh, my… you really are insatiable!” Mei Ling laughed.
“Hey, I’ve been here how long and I’ve never had the chance to just… be with you like this. I’m not letting a minute slip by without some part of me licking or fucking or sucking a part of you,” Bin Bin winked.
“Okay, okay… just let me use the toilet in peace, right?”
“Hmm… deal,” Bin Bin laughed. “I’m not THAT into you, darling.”
“Phew, I was getting worried!”
“You want something to drink?” Bin Bin said, gliding into the kitchen.
“Yeah, just some water…”
The front door buzzed.
“Oooh, they’re early” Mei Ling said. “Guess no tease for Bam-Bam then!”
“Get it, my hands are full right now,” Bin Bin shouted through.
“Okay,” Mei Ling said, opening the front door… and standing there like a statue, mouth agape…
Her mother stood there, eyes wide open in surprise herself, at the sight of her clearly pregnant, naked ******** in the doorway.
----
“Look, mother, I’m 18 years old now, for goodness sake!” Gemma grumbled, holding the hairbrush tightly in her clenched fist. Her mother, Kirsty, stood in the doorway, hands on hips, defiant.
“Yes, but I’m still your mother and I say that you have to come with me to the conference, I can’t leave you all alone. It just isn’t safe!”
“Oh my word… you had two twin toddlers when you were 18, mother! And you’re worried I might… what, somehow get pregnant at home by myself and end up in the same situation?”
Kirsty stared angrily at her ********, but the wind had gone out of her sails now. Gemma was right - it was a bit hypocritical for her to prohibit Gemma from doing anything when she herself had been so wild in her youth, leading to her pregnancy at 16, twin ********* complicating her life forever more…
“Right, okay, yes, you win,” she sighed. “Just… don’t do anything stupid, please… you use me as your example, but that’s precisely why I’m so worried for you. This’ll be the first time I’ve ever left you alone for a whole weekend, Gemma. Jane’s with her friends, but you… by yourself… I know what can happen in this world…”
“I’ll be fine, I don’t plan on doing anything anyway,” Gemma said.
“No wild parties while I’m gone then?”
“Ha, no,” Gemma scoffed, trying to force down the bitterness of not having any close friends to invite to said fictional gathering. “I mean, I could if you wanted me to…”
“No, I’d like the building still standing when I got back,” Kirsty smiled. Gemma was the good kid anyway, the good twin. The one she most wanted to protect, selfish and insensitive though that might sound. And she could be trusted.
“Come on, mother, what’s going to happen? What’s the absolute worst that could happen, apart from me being, like, beheaded by terrorists or something?” Argh, why mention that? Now she’s going to worry about me being killed!
“Well, I can think of some… no, anyway, I’d better go get ready. Please… just promise you’ll be sensible, right? I’ll ring every night to check on you, I promise…”
“Yeah, yeah…” Gemma said, rolling her eyes.
An hour later, Gemma stood in the doorway of their house, waving her mother away down the gravel driveway. The detached house, set back from the road behind a solid stone wall, was in one of the most affluent areas of town. The property itself was substantial - five bedrooms, tennis court out back, swimming pool, lovely grounds - and very private. Kirsty Gerrard had worked incredibly hard, sacrificed so much for her children to make a success of herself and to provide for her ******. Some of the money had come from the father’s ******, who had essentially paid Kirsty off for keeping their son out of the scandal sheets, but she’d worked hard for what she had.
Gemma sighed with contentment as her mother drove away, turning back into the house, listening to the silence, the wonderful silence of being alone, by herself, for a whole weekend! She clapped her hands once then swung her arms… and realised she had no idea what to do. A whole weekend, more than 48 hours with nobody else to get in her hair…
I know, she thought, how about a quick dip in the pool, a shower then crack open that wine mother had in the fridge. Yes, wonderful plan…
...so of course, just as she was getting out of the shower, the doorbell rang. Fuuuuuuuu… okay, okay, she grumbled, padding down the stairs on her bare feet, towel hastily draped over her naked body. Who the bloody hell is that? She got to the door, yanked it open…
“Ah, hello, my dear,” came a deep, booming voice from the huge man standing on her doorstep. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for such, such a long time.”
Gemma’s jaw dropped open and she put both hands to her mouth in surprise, dropping the towel to the floor accidentally...
She switched the TV off in rage, slumping back in her office chair, ready to get a full sulk on. “It’s only natural,” she said through gritted teeth. “My fucking arse. The arrogance of the man… I’ll show him.”
She reach over and press a buzzer on her phone’s base unit.
“Yes, Ms Gerrard?” a young, feminine voice spoke through the speaker.
“Hi Jacqueline, can you call back E&I TV? Tell them I want to do that discussion show after all, the one with Mbengwi.”
She took her hand off the buzzer and opened her documents folder on her desktop.
“Right… I’m going to knock that fucker off his perch,” she growled, beginning to compile the research she had been doing over the past 10 years. “He won’t know what’s hit him.”
----
Alison felt a strong sense of deja vu as she sat in her car, looking nervously at the doors to Kofi’s photo studio. She’d been hyped up for this moment since she’d agreed to take part, but now she was here… the old nerves were back. She’d spent the days leading up to this convincing herself that, you know, a little fling’s not so bad. It doesn’t diminish her love for her husband… and anyway, it was his fault for suggesting this. She could blame him for… for… for fucking a black guy? That was a bit of a stretch, but she felt deep down this was something she needed to do. Like something on a bucket list - just do it, say you’ve done it and then move on, right? No guilt, just a life experience you can say you’ve had - you’ve cheated, it happens. Modern life is like this, modern women are like this - no tied down so much by convention.
“It’s my body, my pussy, I can do what I want with it,” she reasoned… but now, sitting her, she didn’t feel quite so confident anymore.
“No, I can’t chicken out now, not now,” she mouthed to herself. “They’re counting on me, I gave my word… and I want to do it. I want to…”
She got out of the car and strode to the door, pushing it open and entering the studio space. Kofi was by his computers, going over some photos from a previous session. On one screen was a picture of a young girl, must only have been 18 or so, one leg up on a chair and her pussy, shaved clean, glistening with wetness. A big smile on the girl’s face, too. Fair enough, thought Alison. Then Kofi flicked and the next image showed this same girl, an expression of utter ecstasy on her face, a black man behind her, clearly penetrating her.
“Wow,” Alison said, without thinking, causing Kofi to turn in surprise.
“Oh, hello, Alison,” he said, chuckling. “You gave me a shock there! Don’t sneak up on a brother like that, okay?”
“Sorry, just that picture… she’s so young…” Alison said. The girl looked a bit like her sister Emily and her two nieces, Jane and Gemma. She couldn’t have been that much older or younger, for sure.
“Ah yes, that was a pretty cool session to shoot. Girl was really wild, really got into it. I love shooting scenes where the people really get it, makes the final product so much more… real and exciting to viewers… and makes me and my clients more money too. It’s what people want to see more of nowadays, not overly produced fakery. You agree?”
“Er, yeah, sure,” Alison mumbled, still staring at the girl’s orgasm-wracked face. God, how good was she feeling there? I just got a tiniest taste of what a big black cock inside me would feel like… she’s obviously got it to the balls in her… and look at her face…. That’s why I said yes to this. I want to feel like that.
At that precise moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning her head to see the model, Marco, standing behind her. She smiled warmly at him and he leaned forward, their lips meeting. She opened her mouth and their tongues entwined, feeling her body melting with desire.
“Hey, save that passion for the shoot, guys,” an unfamiliar voice said. An unfamiliar female voice.
Alison broke the kiss and turned her body completely to see a woman striding in through the door. What was another woman doing here? Another mistake, surely?
“Hey, you must be Alison, I’m Corina,” the woman said, offering her hand to the stunned Gerrard sister. “I’m really looking forward to working with you today. I reckon it’ll be really fucking sexy, don’t you, Marco?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he said, giving Corina the same sloppy kiss he’d just given Alison. A twang of jealousy there, Alison realised. Damn, what’s wrong with me?
“Oh, also,” the new woman said, turning to the door. “I thought I’d make things a bit more… you know, fun.”
She gave a whistle and Alison’s knees turned to jelly as two more black men, tall and handsome, stepped in, big grins on their faces.
“Yo Marco,” one said, deep, rumbling voice sending a thrill through Alison. Marco nodded and grasped the man’s hand. The men greeted each other while Alison just stood there in shock, eyes flicking between each one… and their groins.
She felt a presence next to her. It was the new girl, Corina. Well, she said girl, but it was clear this was a woman of experience, a seductive beauty that oozed confidence around these studs. The complete opposite of Alison.
“They’re wonderful,” she said quietly so only Alison could hear. The younger woman merely nodded in return, unable to fashion coherent words. “And when they’re…”
She reached up and turned Alison’s head gently towards her, looking deep into her eyes.
“...fucking you…”
A devilish grin.
“You just can’t ever go back to hubby…”
Alison stood transfixed as Corina pressed her body against her, a hand snaking down her back and into the waistband of her jeans. She felt Corina cup one ass cheek then the other and then… she felt her fingertips stroking her asshole itself!
Frozen, unable to believe what was happening, she felt the woman gently stroking her backdoor. It felt … weird, yet not unpleasant. The fingers slid further down, finding Alison’s wetness, stroking again… then probing, entering her body. That broke the trance.
“Ah, no, no…” Alison said, pulling away sharply. “I didn’t agree to … that.”
She turned to look at Corina and was horrified to see the woman shrug, lifting the fingers soaked by Alison’s pussy and suck them, one by one, grinning after each digit left her mouth.
“What’s up?” Kofi said, looking back up from his screens.
“I… I didn’t agree to doing this with a girl,” Alison said, hand raised to her forehead, trying to control herself. “I said I’d do a guy, that’s all… there are, like, three here… I can’t… sorry, I need to go…”
The men looked at each other, at Alison, at Corina.
“Look, we can…” Marco began.
“No, please… I should… go.”
She stumbled towards the door, through the group of men. As she did so, her hips brushed their groins and she heard alarm bells ringing in her mind as she felt their cocks against her. She reached the door, put her hand on it, pushed it open…
...and something told her to turn around. Slowly, she did so, looking back at the studio. Corina was standing there, naked, her clothes lying on the floor around her. The men had moved to surround her, hands pawing at her naked skin, her breasts, one even straying to her pussy. All this time, she just looked at Alison, grinning devilishly.
Then the cocks came out. Three magnificent specimens, stiff and erect, standing proud. Alison couldn’t help herself, licking her lips as she gazed at those wonderful penises. Corina took two into her hands, stroking them, a man kissing her neck at the same time. All the while still fixing her eyes on Alison.
Alison felt that pang of jealousy again, though this time it wasn’t just a small surge of feeling, it was an extraordinary rush. No, this woman wasn’t having those cocks all to herself. No fucking way. They’re mine. My cocks. My men. I’m going to fuck them. All of them. All of them...
Alison strode back into the room purposefully, Corina’s grin widening, her head nodding in approval. She stood in front of the foursome, frantically tearing at her clothes until she too was nude, her chest heaving, nipples like bullets, pussy soaking wet.
“I want some of that fucking big black cock too,” she said, breathlessly, heart hammering away in her chest. She moaned as three massive pricks were pointed right at her.
“On your knees,” Corina said. “Worship these fucking cocks like the slut you are, like the slut you deserve to be.”
Alison merely nodded as all three men moved closer. She took one in her left hand, one in her right, the middle one - Marco’s - bobbing agonisingly close to her face. She felt the pulsating warmth of the penises in her hands, stroking them as she opened her mouth and took Marco inside, another moan of purest pleasure as she greedily sucked at the head.
“That’s it,” she heard Corina said, “work each cock, get them all nice and wet, ready to slip right up in that tight, married pussy…”
Alison obeyed, taking one cock after the other into her mouth, lavishing each head with her tongue.
“Mmm, don’t forget the rest of them,” Corina said. Alison felt the other woman moved behind her and soft, feminine hands on her butt. She should have baulked at a woman touching her like this, as she had before, but now… it felt right. And when the fingers slipped inside her pussy again… it still felt right. More than right… awesome.
As she lavished the three cocks with her mouth and tongue, she felt a wetness on her exposed asshole. She knew it was Corina, her own tongue lapping at her behind. It was utterly depraved… and, in Alison’s current state, utterly wonderful. With a pop, she pulled the cock in her mouth out.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she cooed as Corina’s tongue licked and probed. “Fuck, I never knew my asshole was so sensitive!”
“It feels even better with a foot of black dick up in there, girl,” one of the other men said.
“Mmmm, I bet it fucking does!” Alison grinned. A calm, sane version of herself screamed inside her mind, but the dominant, slutty side of her was utterly in control here. This was no time for half measures - this was her sexual awakening.
Dimly aware that Kofi was capturing this all on camera, but not caring at all, she gobbled up another cock, forcing more of it than before into her mouth and throat, choking herself slightly. I’m going to have to get better at this, she thought to herself.
The tongue stopped lapping at her ass and she felt a small hand slap her butt, causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl… a schoolgirl with a mouthful of black cock.
“Time for this whore’s cunt to get fucked, guys,” Corina said, pulling Alison to her feet. Reluctantly, she let go of the cock shafts, but knew exactly what was coming next. Corina steered her over to a bed, the same one she’d modeled on such a short time ago.
“On your back, cunt,” Corina said, Alison obeying instantly, her legs automatically splaying out wide, offering her sex up to anyone who wanted it.
“Wow, that’s a sexy pussy right there,” Corina said. “Sorry, I just have to… one second, guys.”
Alison gasped as Corina dove between her legs, feasting on her dripping wet hole. She held back a scream as Corina’s tongue drove her wild, pushing her to the brink of orgasm before cruelly denying her a climax.
“Uh-uh, you cum on the dicks, girl,” she laughed, face smeared with Alison’s fluids. “And believe me, you’re going to thank me for that. Marco… fuck that cunt.”
Marco grinned, stepping between Alison’s legs, Kofi still snapping away, taking close-up shots of the bulbous cock head pressing against Alison’s juicy labia. Oh God, Alison thought, it’s going to happen. I’m going to cheat on my husband, who I love so much, who I pledged my life too… but fuck him, I need these cocks!
“Come on, motherfucker,” she growled. “Shove that fucking cock in my body!”
“Fuck yes!” Marco laughed and thrust his hips forward. Alison felt her pussy expand quickly, beyond what she thought was possible, then suddenly he was inside her, just two inches.
“Holy fuck!” she screamed, so close to a mind-shattering orgasm. She tried to push her hips forward, to take more, to finally cum, “Holy fucking….aaaahhhh!” Her body bucked and writhed, desperate, but he did the unthinkable - he pulled his cock back out again!
“No, put it back in, please, fucking… pleeeease!” she begged, opening her legs as wide as she could, tears in her eyes, pleading him to shove his cock back into her pussy.
“Are you sure?” Marco said. “Looks like you don’t quite want it enough to me…”
“Yes!” she wailed. “Please, fuck me, I need it so much…”
“There’s only one way you’re getting this black cock,” Corina interjected, gripping Marco’s dick and guiding it to Alison’s desperate hole, but preventing it entering her. “You’ve got to promise…”
“Please, I’ll do anything,” Alison said, going insane with desire.
“...promise to never fuck a white guy again. Promise to be a black cock slut from this moment on, to give yourself to any black man with a big cock whenever they want… to go home to your husband tonight and tell him you only fuck black men, that they own you… that you want black babies growing inside you, fathered by unknown men you let use your womb as a cum dump...promise all this now and you’ll not regret it.”
“YES! FUCK! I PROMISE! I’LL DO ANYTHING FOR BLACK COCK! FUCK MY WORTHLESS HUSBAND, I’M BLACK ONLY! FUCK MEEEEEE!”
Corina let go, nodding to Marco and in it went, all the way to the balls in one brutal thrust. Alison screamed her head off and blacked out for a second, so intense was the orgasm that tore through her body. Meaningless sounds poured from her mouth, guttural, animalistic cries of pleasure as Marco pounded her, giving her a real cock for the first time in her life. Corina grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward, making her look down between her legs as the enormous prick disappeared into her body, over and over, relentlessly.
“See that? That’s your fucking life now, whore. Black men, all day, every fucking day, just like me, just like so many women every day. You’re part of a club now, a group of girls devoted to black men, pleasuring themselves and ourselves like we and they deserve. You’re a fucking slut now, Alison…”
Alison’s tear-filled eyes, tears of pure pleasure, looked into Corina’s.
“I am,” she whispered. “I am!”
“...just like your sister Emily.”
“Emily… what?” Alison said, feeling her pleasure grow again, another orgasm building already. She hadn’t thought it possible to feel this good, but she knew this was just the tip of the iceberg for her now.
“Yes, Emily’s been a black cock slut for a long time now.” Corina grinned. “She’s such a slut she even turned your mother into a whore for black men too!”
“God, mot… moth… motherFUCKERRRR!!!!!” she screamed as Marco drove her over the edge again. Her brain tried to comprehend everything that was happening to her, all that Corina was saying.
“Yeah, fuck that bitch,” Corina laughed. “Just imagine, Alison, imagine your sister and mother watching you get fucked like this, urging you on… licking your nipples or shoving their wet pussies into your face while you cum on a big black dick…”
“Unnnngh goooooddddd!” Alison moaned as Corina’s words drove her wild, just as Marco’s cock was doing. The thought of her mother and sister was so erotic, so sinful, so depraved, yet she wanted them to see her like this, wanted … oh God, wanted to fuck them too! “Yes, I want to fuck my baby sister, to… fuck… my mother… to eat her cunt, both of them… fuck… I’m such a … fucking… SLUT!”
Marco yelled, slamming himself to the balls into Alison and flooding her womb with sperm, causing another violent orgasm to tear through the already-exhausted woman’s body. Ripping his cock from her, cum spilling out - Kofi’s camera there to snap some close-ups of her gaping twat filled with spunk - he stepped aside as the second man moved in, not giving Alison a second to recover, burying himself in her twitching, spasming cunt in one forceful thrust.
“HOLY SHIT!” Alison cried out as the man’s cock, longer even than Marco’s clubbed into her cervix. “Fuck, that’s so fucking deep!”
“This is sex for you now, Alison, endless orgasms, your womb filled with black cum all the time, your pussy and ass stretched beyond all recognition on a daily basis by hot studs,” Corina said.
“Yes, yes, yes! It’s so hot, so sexy…”
“Can you imagine your mother being fucked like this? Your little sister Emily?”
“Yes, God, I want to see them fucked too, so fucking hot…” Alison whimpered, the man driving her pleasure levels through the roof again.
“And Chloe, how about her?”
“Fuck, yes… but she’s… too… got a man… a rich man… she’d… hnnnnngh… she’d never…”
“No, you’re wrong! She ditched him at the fucking altar, Alison, she left her white fiancé in the church while she FUCKED over twenty black guys in her honeymoon suite! She’s a fucking black cock slut too!”
“OH FUCK YES!” Alison screamed, overpowered by yet another orgasm. It was incredible, these men were like stallions… and Corina, the fucking cunt that she was, continuously urging her on, teasing her with these appalling, delicious revelations. “My sisters… my mother… whores… sluts… like me…”
“Just like you, Alison,” Corina said. “And you’re going to help us turn your last sister, Kirsty, aren’t you? And her two *********, Gemma and Jane… all of you, your whole ******, devoted to black men!”
“Yes, I’ll do it! All women… need… this… to fuck… oh fuck oh FUCK!”
Her train of thought was derailed as, incredibly, she felt herself succumb to yet another blisteringly powerful climax. In her life to that point, she’d had only a handful of penetrative orgasms through sex and not a single one with her current husband. Now there she was, multiple black men taking turns to pound her slutty hole in, cumming over and over. She’d probably already cum more through sex than in the rest of her life combined!
“Just imagine your little nieces, pale white legs spread wide, their juicy little cunts ready to be FUCKED by enormous black cocks, stretched out forever, their teen wombs filled with black sperm… their bellies swelling with black babies… their teeny tiny assholes ripped apart, guts swollen with cum load after cum load…
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” Alison groaned, the images of her nieces in such positions filling her mind, driving her wild with desire. Corina gave one of her nipples a little pinch, eliciting a little gasp, before finally stepping away.
“Time for my cunt to get fucked too,” she said, pointing at the model, Marco. “You still got some cum in those big balls, stud?”
Marco grinned, nodding.
“Of course you have, silly me,” Corina laughed. “Better get pumping it into me then.”
Through her orgasmic delirium, Alison watched Marco thrust himself to the balls into Corina’s snatch, a growl of pleasure emerging from deep within the woman. She turned her attention to the man inside her, who was groaning himself, and she knew a second load of cum was about to splatter her cervix, flooding her womb. She grinned and pulled the man down to her, kissing him as he erupted, wrapping her legs around him, pulling his cock into her body as far as it would go, feeling the spurting head press hard against her cervix.
Finally she disentangled herself from the man and looked up at the third one, his cock the biggest of the three.
“Oh boy,” she grinned. “That’s a big cock.”
He merely nodded.
“Come on then…” she laughed. “Don’t just hold it… FUCK me with it!”
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“Come on, stop it, Kevin,” Jane said, forcing a giggle out. The boy was behind her, rubbing his crotch up against her groin, as she tried to take her shot.
“Sluts like you should be able to multi-task,” the boy sneered, increasing the pressure. “Or does my big dick distract you that much?”
Laughs from the other boys in the group. Some of the girls too.
“Funny,” she said, moving away from him. “That’s not what Chantelle said.”
Oooooohs from the crowd, but Kevin just shrugged. “I’m surprised she could speak after I choked her out with my big schlong.”
“Yeah, well, can I just take my shot please?” Jane said, pointing at the pool table. Kevin moved away and Jane finally potted the black. “Game to me then,” she grinned, chalking her cue arrogantly. “If you boys can’t handle a girl playing well, maybe I should just quit now.”
As she’d expected, another stood to take on her challenge. They didn’t know she was an excellent pool player, had a table at home and practiced almost daily. They were testosterone-fuelled idiots who saw a girl as easy prey in contests like this. More fool them, but she didn’t want to overplay her hand - go too far and they’d have her pegged and she’d get no more games and, most importantly, would suddenly become a figure of fun, “unusual” in the populist group. And that just wouldn’t do. She saw how her sister was treated and wouldn’t let that happen - even if it meant dumbing herself down and playing the fool on occasion. Anything to keep herself in the It crowd.
Unlike Gemma, Jane chose to hide social “flaws” behind well-constructed lies - sexual contact was forbidden because she had a boyfriend in prison who’d beat the hell out of anyone who touched her, for example. It only mattered that the boys (and girls) believed this, despite it being a complete fabrication. If people asked questions, eventually she’d have this fake boyfriend killed off by some thug inside or transferred out of state or whatever. So while Gemma told the truth about her morality, Jane lied and kept her virginity, her promises to her mother, all of that stuff, locked away inside her. Essentially the two girls were the same, just that small difference - one being willing to lie to get what she wanted - separated them.
The new challenger stepped up and Jane played him like a fiddle, hitting shots badly but just well enough to “fluke” pots and win the frame, apologising at the end for just being lucky as he harrumphed about the table being slanted or something. Nobody else stepped up and soon the party moved into the “let’s drink lots” phase. Here, again, Jane played fast and loose with the truth, substituting alcohol for water whenever she could to keep herself as sober as possible. It was risky, but she’d not failed yet. So while ***** 18-year-olds groped and fondled at each other, Jane was able to just remain on the nice side of tipsy, allowing herself to ease back in chairs and indulge in her number one hobby - voyeurism.
For what these socialites didn’t know was she had voracious sexual appetite, just one she had promised herself to bottle up until she was married. She masturbated almost constantly in her free time when she was alone, shoving everything she could think of up her virgin hole and strumming her clit until she wept with joy. She couldn’t get enough of that orgasmic feeling - but still she wouldn’t break her hymen, not with objects or boys. That was special.
So she sat there, “drink” in hand, working her pussy muscles around the sex balls she’d placed in there on her last trip to the lavatory, loving how horny they made her feel, knowing her eventual climax would be pretty awesome when she was allowed to bring it about. She watched her friends making out, breasts popping out of bras, hands rubbing away under pants and underwear, the odd glimpse of heads bobbing up and down on dicks. One thing that always struck her as strange - the male members she glimpsed never excited her. Not really, anyway. A bit, she guessed, but they just looked… inadequate. This was one of the reasons she was finding it simple enough to maintain her virgin status - nobody had come close to matching her needs just yet. Ironically, her friends made fun of Gemma for being a dyke, yet if they just knew how Jane felt about pussy… well, they’d have a different target for their ire.
Oh well, can’t be helped, Jane thought, grinding the balls in her pussy even harder, stifling a gasp of pleasure as she did so. She was watching one of her “besties”, Kamillah, a dark-skinned goddess with the prettiest pink pussy ever and substantial tits Jane would love to suck on for hours, make out with Troy, one of the jocks she pretended to like to keep in with the other girls. Kamillah had her hand in her pants, obviously toying with his manhood. What there was of it anyway - Jane knew most of the wriggling bulge in his pants was Kamillah’s hand, not Troy’s cock.
Seriously, why did these pretty-as-fuck girls go for such shrimp-dicked boys? Jane couldn’t understand it. She knew they didn’t love these guys, it was all just adolescent fiddling and fooling… maybe they just didn’t respect themselves enough to wait for a real man to give them a good fucking. Jane closed her eyes for a second, visualising the kind of stud she wanted to take her virginity. Strong, muscular… and packing major cock. She moaned a little, the balls doing their work and she had to bite her lip to stop from cumming right there.
She had to get out of there, find a space to be alone and let out that orgasm she wanted so badly now. Time to split and go home. She didn’t bother saying goodbye, everyone was… occupied anyway. Some were even going at it upstairs if the creaking sounds were anything to go by… no screams from the girl though, she chuckled to herself. Typical. She thought about how, if that were here upstairs with her imaginary stud, she’d be blasting the walls down with her screams.
Oh well, can’t be helped. Maybe I’ll find a guy like that one day…
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“Another one…” Vanessa said, handing the files to Tandino, who frowned down at them. For once he wasn’t engaged in some kind of sexual activity with a barely legal girl from one of the local schools. She knew his absolute favourite thing in the world was to get a girl on her 18th birthday, all pigtails and birthday cake and sweetness and light… and gang-fuck her with 17 of his closest (and most well-endowed) friends. Vanessa suppressed a grin at the thought - she’d been present at many such events, sometimes even hand-picking the girls herself… enjoying sucking the cum out of their abused twats afterwards…
“Sorry, I missed that, was… daydreaming a bit,” Vanessa said.
“I was just asking if you’d dug up anymore on the … person or persons doing this… and why?”
“As a matter of fact, I have and it is quite interesting,” Vanessa said, looking pleased with herself. She’d had a team of investigators working round the clock to find out just who was going to so much trouble to interfere like this.
“Remember Chloe Gerrard? The girl who left her fiancé at the altar to … party with some of our associates in her honeymoon suite?”
“Ah yes, a lovely girl, I’ve had the pleasure of her company more than once since then,” Tandino said. “I believe plans are afoot to bring the rest of her sisters and relatives into the fold…?”
“Yes, I believe that her second eldest sister, Alison, is currently being … initiated as we speak by Corina herself.”
“Excellent, excellent,” Tandino said, steepling his fingers and reclining slightly in his office chair. “So this is something to do with her?”
“Precisely. The fiancé was… is very rich… well, was actually. See, he’s been blowing the ****** fortune on inconveniencing us. I believe he’s run through nearly all their assets already.”
“She really had her hooks into him, didn’t she?”
“Quite,” Vanessa replied. “Anyway, I have it on good authority that he’s in control of the ****** businesses now, but he’s sold off nearly all of them at cut prices to fund this … well, frankly insane scheme. He blames you for his Chloe running away.”
“I’ve got nothing against this man,” Tandino said. “I don’t want this kind of heat on what we’re trying to do. So… I think it’s about time I met this … “ he glanced down at the notes, “... Rufus and set him straight. If he still chooses to impede us, well, can’t say we didn’t try.”
“I presume you want Chloe at the meeting?”
“Naturally…”
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Mei Ling was perplexed. She’d introduced her mother to a whole bunch of handsome, muscular black men and … nothing. Not a comment either way. No hint of any reaction, positive or negative. She’d heard that Westerners thought Chinese people could be inscrutable, difficult to read… but she’d never believed it. Well, she believed it about her mother. She’d given nothing away - if there was anything to give away, of course. She couldn’t just not be attracted to them… right?
How could that be? Her ******** was days away from being unable to conceal the growing bump of her pregnant belly, filled as it was with a healthy, black baby - a boy, she had been delighted to discover - and there was her mother, like a stone in the face of her efforts. Bin Bin had been working on her too, hints here and there, boosting her ego and so on… but nothing.
So now Mei Ling had to admit failure. She’d reported to Vanessa that she’d been unsuccessful in converting her mother to their cause. She had shrugged and said not to worry - she’d got Bin Bin to be part of Project Blackout, so that was something she should be proud of.
But Mei Ling had wanted her mother to be part of this, to be able to share her new lifestyle with her like she had the old… and for her to be part of her new son’s upbringing. Not just a source of shame.
That was out the window now, she thought, watching her parents trundle along at the airport. Considering they were leaving today, they’d not said much on the drive over, nor since getting into the airport. As she watched them head through into the departures area, she waved at them, getting very little in return. Had she done something wrong? Why was her mother so difficult?
As she watched them disappear, Bin Bin sighed next to her.
“Don’t worry, Mei Mei, we gave it our best shot,” she said.
“I know… I just wish… life would have been just… simpler if she’d… you know,” Mei Ling said.
“Not for your father.”
“Well, no,” Mei Ling chuckled. “Not for him…”
“Anyway, I think it’s time we got back home and started to get our fuck on in a serious, major fucking way,” Bin Bin said, eyes gleaming with lust.
“Oh fuck yes, how long has it been since you arrived? God, too long… and now I have you all to myself, dear cousin…”
Bin Bin looked left and right quickly before stepping in and pressing her lips to her cousin’s, forcing them apart and letting their tongues intertwine. Mei Ling knew people would be looking, but now she didn’t care. She kissed back, the two embracing passionately in this public place.
Breathlessly, finally, they moved apart, chests heaving, eyes locked.
“Let’s go,” Bin Bin said simply, taking her cousin’s hand and leading her back to the car. They didn’t get that far, though. Bin Bin spotted the female toilets and dragged Mei Ling in, pushing her into a cubicle and locking the door. Her hand thrust aggressively down the front of Mei Ling’s pants, palm pressing against her pubic mound and fingers slipping easily inside her. Mei Ling gasped as her cousin rubbed her, finger-fucked her, kissed her to orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as she held her cousin’s beautiful face, eyes closed, lips locked, vagina leaking fluids at an alarming rate all over her cousin’s hand. Bin Bin pulled her hand away, offering it to Mei Ling, who sucked off her own juices greedily.
“Car,” Mei Ling said, breathing heavily. Bin Bin nodded and the two girls left the toilets, two middle-aged white women staring at them in shock as they exited the cubicle. Bin Bin giggled and shot them a wink before they left.
They had to stop themselves from running to the car, so excited were they both. The car door opened, both girls piled inside on the back seat and Bin Bin found herself on her back, Mei Ling’s face buried in her shaved pussy, tongue caressing her most delicate areas.
“Fucking… fuck yes! Oh, Mei Mei, I love you, I love you so much!” Bin Bin shrieked, pressing her cousin’s face hard against her groin. Mei Ling’s tongue was driving her crazy.
“Feels so fucking good,” Bin Bin groaned, feeling the orgasm building swiftly. “I’m going to fucking squirt all over your face… right… about…. Ah fuck! NOW!”
Mei Ling clamped her mouth over her cousin’s pussy, feeling the orgasmic fluid spurt into her mouth as Bin Bin came, not swallowing. When she’d finished, she moved up, pressing her body onto Bin Bin’s and kissed her, sharing the ejaculate between their mouths until it was all gone - either down throats or dribbling down chins.
“Let’s get home while we still can,” Mei Ling said, climbing out and back into the driver’s seat.
“I’m so horny I could fuck myself with the gear stick,” Bin Bin laughed, cleaning her face up with a wet wipe.
“Slut,” Mei Ling laughed. “My beautiful, wonderful slut.”
Bin Bin smiled, warmth and love in that expression. “Yes, your slut for always, Mei Mei. Come on, let’s get home.”
Mei Ling smiled and patted her cousin’s bare knee. She wanted to slide a hand up and play with her pussy, but the car wouldn’t drive itself. Sighing, she drove off. As they left the car park, Mei Ling glance to her left and saw Bin Bin give her an evil grin.
“Just because you can’t play with it, doesn’t mean I can’t…”
She slid up her skirt, exposing her smooth pussy and slid two, three then four fingers into her dripping snatch, starting to fuck herself with them. Mei Ling scowled, trying to concentrate on the road, finding it increasingly difficult as Bin Bin got more and more into her masturbation, tucking her thumb into her palm and forcing her whole hand into her cunt.
“I’m going to make you pay for this,” Mei Ling laughed as she pulled onto the motorway.
“Mmm, please do,” Bin Bin groaned.
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Rufus Travers stepped out of the Rolls and smoothed his suit down. This was the first time he’d left his house for weeks and it had taken some effort to make himself presentable. He’d become a physical and emotional wreck since Chloe had left, but the glimmer of hope this meeting with Tandino provided was enough to rouse him from his torpor.
He’d make her come back to him. Her love for him must be in there somewhere, this whole black men thing just a reaction to facing married life. This was the line he’d been feeding himself over and over until nothing else made sense. She’d gone temporarily mad and now, today, he was here to win her back.
For one moment he had considered bringing in the ****** lawyers to see if there was some legal wrangling they could do to further his cause. He’d discarded this thought fairly swiftly, however, not wanting knowledge of the precise nature of Chloe’s … betrayal to leak out. He hadn’t even told his ****** - nobody else had a clue what she’d done or what was on the “Honeymoon” video he’d been sent. Of course, the threat of it being made public was there - but so far nobody had approached him. Did that mean it was a bluff? That the footage hadn’t been released?
He hoped so, but he needed to be sure. Another reason why he was here today. He caught the eye of his driver as he stood waiting for the lift up into the building, saw him give him a nod of approval even in the gloom of the underground parking lot. A ding and the lift doors opened up. A beautiful woman with long, flowing blonde hair stepped out, giving him just the merest glance as she went by. Was that a smirk, a look of derision she flashed him? He watched her for a second, his natural male instincts causing stirrings down below as he watched her sashay across the car park, heels clicking on the hard surface. Then he shook his head, straightened his tie and entered the lift.
Rufus had been told that Mr Tandino would be waiting for him on the top floor of the building, so he pressed the button and tapped in the pass code he’d been given by the girl on the phone. The lift moved up and the butterflies started going crazy in his stomach. Was he making a mistake? Should he just move on from Chloe, find another girl and be happy with her?
No, Chloe was the love of his life. He’d never feel the same about anyone else. He couldn’t be happy without her. This meeting was his last chance at happiness. She wouldn’t betray him a second time. She loved him, not these … men.
As the lift ascended, people got in and out on various floors. Rufus tried to keep his eyes fixed on the floor, not looking at any of them, but even he couldn’t help notice the fact that all the women were young and pretty, while all the men were muscular, handsome and … black. Normally he’d not have paid any attention, but now… he resented these men and the women - were they as corrupted as Chloe was? Did these girls do the same things his Chloe did?
The butterflies got worse.
Another final ding and the doors opened at the top floor, Rufus taking a deep breath and stepping out. A corridor stretched out to his left and right. This was obviously the executive floor where all the big shots had their offices. Some were exposed, walls of clear glass and people busily working away or talking into headsets while pacing about. Others had opaque walls and it was towards one of these, right at the end of the left branch that Rufus approached. Knocking on the door just below the sign saying M. Tandino (no company title, strangely), he waited.
It opened and another beautiful blonde opened it up. She looked strangely familiar, but Rufus couldn’t place her. She smiled at him, though it wasn’t necessarily a warm smile. She indicated him to come in then she spoke to the enormous black man in the incredibly expensive suit sitting behind the large rectangular desk in the middle of the room.
“Will that be all, Mr Tandino?” she said.
“Yes, Vanessa, I think we have all we need. When I need you to do… you know, I’ll buzz. Then send them in, okay?”
“Oh yes, that’s perfect, sir,” she grinned, closing the door behind her.
Rufus hadn’t taken his eyes off this man, the man who had corrupted his fiancée, lead him to this place, prepared to beg her to come back to him… but she wasn’t there. He’d have to talk to him then, see where it would lead.
“Please, sit,” he said, voice deep as could be. Powerful, masculine.
“Thanks,” Rufus said, trying to put some of that same presence into his voice, but failing to do more than sound like a little boy squeaking. Coughing, embarrassed, he sat in one of the two chairs facing the desk. As he sat, he heard a rustling sound, like… he didn’t know. Looking puzzled at Tandino, he raised an eyebrow, but the man just stared back, impassively..
“Er, okay, so…”
“I know what you’ve been doing, Mr Travers,” Tandino interrupted. “You seem to have an interest in property our own modest enterprise wanted to acquire. We just want to know why, hence this meeting.”
“Wait, I didn’t come here to talk about that, I wanted… we said in the e-mail…”
“Yes, about Miss Gerrard,” he said, waving one hand dismissively. “We can get to that…”
“No, it’s all connected, you…” Rufus said, voice rising, hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. He took a breath, collecting himself. This man would not rile him.
“It was revenge, I’ll admit that. You took from me everything I ever wanted… and I wanted to hurt you in return…”
“...but now you can’t because the money isn’t there anymore, I belive…”
“Yes,” Rufus said, blushing. “I … overextended a little. We still have assets, but… not as many as before, I’ll admit. It is why I agreed to this meeting. I want to settle this - to put things back how they were. I’ve still got the deeds to the latest property and am willing to give them to you at cost… as long as my Chloe is returned to me.”
“Mr Travers, I’m slightly confused,” Tandino said, leaning back in his chair slightly. There was that rustling again and… was that a slurp? Bizarre.
“You seem to be under the impression we… took her against her will? You saw the video, Mr Travers, did Chloe look like she was… unhappy there? Coerced?”
Tandino sneered at him then, Rufus fighting that urge to shout.
“No… no, she didn’t,” he said. “She didn’t… but she had to have been tricked or … something. We were happy… going to be married. Women don’t just abandon all that for no reason, just for kicks… I wanted to ask you to help me win her back. I know you must be a reasonable man, we can come to a deal and…”
“Win her back? You seem to have ignored everything Chloe said on that tape,” Tandino chuckled. “I think you’re under the impression that when a girl goes black, she goes back to her previous routine. Uh-uh, my friend, doesn’t happen. Ever.”
“But I know my Chloe and I know she loved … loves me,” Rufus said. “She wouldn’t just abandon me, her life, for cheap thrills. We had a bond…”
“I think that bond got severed, Mr Travers, by about a foot or so of black cock,” he said, calmly.
“Please, there’s no need to get profane here,” Rufus said, not rising to the bait. “This was a deep, profound connection, a love that…”
“...she cast aside when all those guys fucked her brains out. Trust me, when I fucked her that day, she wasn’t thinking about her love for you… just about the orgasms my friends and I were giving her.”
“You fucking…” Rufus snarled.
“Now, now,” Mr Tandino said. “I’m just stating facts here. Your girl isn’t your girl anymore, friend. Just accept it, move on, find another girl … just, you know, keep her away from us black folk or, well, history could repeat itself.”
Rufus closed his eyes, temper flaring again. Finally, he opened them, his rage contained. Just.
“You think any woman would just fling herself at you and your… well, I’ve got news for you. Love conquers all. Chloe will be mine again, I’ll show you… I’ll show you that love is stronger than lust.”
“It wasn’t for Chloe,” Tandino smirked.
“It is, it was!” Rufus screamed, unable to control himself. “You’ll see, you’ll fucking see. I’ll get her back and… and… you aren’t having this building. I’ll demolish it, just like the others. Everything in my power, I’ll do to stop you. I’ll bring you down, Tandino, if God is my witness, I’ll…”
“Oh, just shut the fuck up,” Tandino said, voice lowered, snuffing out Rufus’s rage in an instant. “Sit. Now.”
Rufus realised he was up on his feet, sinking back down onto the comfortable chair.
“You want Chloe back, huh? You want her to just rush back into your arms like none of this happened? I guess there’s only one way to prove to you that that’s NEVER going to happen, Mr Travers. Ready? Chloe, darling, come out now.”
“What? She’s here? Chloe, my love, please… ple… oh… oh fuck, NO!”
To Rufus’s horror, his fiancée Chloe stood up from beneath the desk, a big grin on her face. Her make-up was smeared, her body utterly devoid of clothing.
“Hello, Rufus,” she said. “Nice to see you again… but Mr Tandino is right. I’m not ever coming back to you. I thought you’d have realised after, you know, I let so many black studs fuck me on our wedding night…”
“No, this can’t… it can’t be. Chloe, please, say this isn’t true. I love you, please… say you love me… please…”
“Oh, Rufus,” Chloe giggled, “I’ve been here this whole time… sucking Michael’s massive black cock while you said how I was going to come back to you. And I didn’t stop… I wouldn’t ever have stopped. Because I fucking LOVE black cocks far more than I ever loved you.”
“Oh my God…” Rufus said, feeling tears stream down his face. “Chloe… please…”
“Oh, for God’s sake, man!” Chloe yelled, looking at him with a disgusted expression on her face. “Look at yourself! You snivelling… grow a fucking spine! You think I’d give up THIS for you?”
Tandino stood up and he saw in horror the cock he was sporting, stiff as a tree trunk, pointing directly at Chloe.
“I’m not just going to make you understand there is no hope for you and I, Rufus,” she said, cradling the enormous balls swinging beneath the enormous cock. “By the time we’re done, you’ll sign over that building you bought so pettily… for free. You’ll just give it to Mr Tandino and say fucking thank you for the privilege of doing it.”
“Why… no… please…” Rufus stammered.
“Because not only is Mr Tandino here going to fuck me like the slut I am in front of you,” Chloe said, running her hand up and down the shaft of Tandino’s cock, while he reached down and pressed a buzzer on his desk. “I’m going to let all of his friends FUCK me in front of you too!”
The door to the office opened and in strode the woman from before, Vanessa, and five naked black men, each with their own enormous, thick cocks. Rufus squawked in terror as Vanessa slammed the door, locking it and putting the key down her cleavage.
“And she might let me eat her cum-filled pussy at some point too,” Vanessa laughed. Rufus watched in horror as Chloe and Tandino moved round in front of the desk. Chloe leaned over, bracing herself on the arms of his chair, her face inches from his, eyes locked… and then Tandino entered her and she screamed right at Rufus.
“Oh fuck yes, that’s it, right up in one fucking go, all that fucking BLACK COCK buried up inside me,” she yelled. “I can feel it against my fucking CERVIX, Rufus, it’s so fucking big, it stretches me so fucking much… you passed up this pussy so many times… now you’ll never, ever get a piece of it. It’s only for black men now, baby.”
She leaned forward a bit more and kissed Rufus on the lips briefly.
“That’s all you’ll ever get… now come on, guys, FUCK ME!”
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“How about this?” Bin Bin said, emerging from the bedroom.
“Oh yes, I love that,” Mei Ling said, turning from the full length mirror next to the door where she’d been admiring herself. Bin Bin was wearing thigh-length black boots with the words “FUCK ME” written on the inside leg of each one, arrows pointing upwards towards her bare pussy. She wore no underwear, her shaved cunt wet and ready for anyone to use it as they pleased. Above she had on long, velvet gloves, also black, which ended just above the elbow and on her breasts two crosses of black tape. Around her neck was a pendant with an onyx penis dangling from it.
“Actually, I thought I was overdressed!” Bin Bin laughed. “I like your look - naked with black baby belly hanging out for everyone to see!”
“It’s the natural look, baby,” Mei Ling laughed, stroking her belly. “But I might put on a little something so I can do a little tease for Bam-Bam when he gets here…”
“For me first, right?”
“Oh, my… you really are insatiable!” Mei Ling laughed.
“Hey, I’ve been here how long and I’ve never had the chance to just… be with you like this. I’m not letting a minute slip by without some part of me licking or fucking or sucking a part of you,” Bin Bin winked.
“Okay, okay… just let me use the toilet in peace, right?”
“Hmm… deal,” Bin Bin laughed. “I’m not THAT into you, darling.”
“Phew, I was getting worried!”
“You want something to drink?” Bin Bin said, gliding into the kitchen.
“Yeah, just some water…”
The front door buzzed.
“Oooh, they’re early” Mei Ling said. “Guess no tease for Bam-Bam then!”
“Get it, my hands are full right now,” Bin Bin shouted through.
“Okay,” Mei Ling said, opening the front door… and standing there like a statue, mouth agape…
Her mother stood there, eyes wide open in surprise herself, at the sight of her clearly pregnant, naked ******** in the doorway.
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“Look, mother, I’m 18 years old now, for goodness sake!” Gemma grumbled, holding the hairbrush tightly in her clenched fist. Her mother, Kirsty, stood in the doorway, hands on hips, defiant.
“Yes, but I’m still your mother and I say that you have to come with me to the conference, I can’t leave you all alone. It just isn’t safe!”
“Oh my word… you had two twin toddlers when you were 18, mother! And you’re worried I might… what, somehow get pregnant at home by myself and end up in the same situation?”
Kirsty stared angrily at her ********, but the wind had gone out of her sails now. Gemma was right - it was a bit hypocritical for her to prohibit Gemma from doing anything when she herself had been so wild in her youth, leading to her pregnancy at 16, twin ********* complicating her life forever more…
“Right, okay, yes, you win,” she sighed. “Just… don’t do anything stupid, please… you use me as your example, but that’s precisely why I’m so worried for you. This’ll be the first time I’ve ever left you alone for a whole weekend, Gemma. Jane’s with her friends, but you… by yourself… I know what can happen in this world…”
“I’ll be fine, I don’t plan on doing anything anyway,” Gemma said.
“No wild parties while I’m gone then?”
“Ha, no,” Gemma scoffed, trying to force down the bitterness of not having any close friends to invite to said fictional gathering. “I mean, I could if you wanted me to…”
“No, I’d like the building still standing when I got back,” Kirsty smiled. Gemma was the good kid anyway, the good twin. The one she most wanted to protect, selfish and insensitive though that might sound. And she could be trusted.
“Come on, mother, what’s going to happen? What’s the absolute worst that could happen, apart from me being, like, beheaded by terrorists or something?” Argh, why mention that? Now she’s going to worry about me being killed!
“Well, I can think of some… no, anyway, I’d better go get ready. Please… just promise you’ll be sensible, right? I’ll ring every night to check on you, I promise…”
“Yeah, yeah…” Gemma said, rolling her eyes.
An hour later, Gemma stood in the doorway of their house, waving her mother away down the gravel driveway. The detached house, set back from the road behind a solid stone wall, was in one of the most affluent areas of town. The property itself was substantial - five bedrooms, tennis court out back, swimming pool, lovely grounds - and very private. Kirsty Gerrard had worked incredibly hard, sacrificed so much for her children to make a success of herself and to provide for her ******. Some of the money had come from the father’s ******, who had essentially paid Kirsty off for keeping their son out of the scandal sheets, but she’d worked hard for what she had.
Gemma sighed with contentment as her mother drove away, turning back into the house, listening to the silence, the wonderful silence of being alone, by herself, for a whole weekend! She clapped her hands once then swung her arms… and realised she had no idea what to do. A whole weekend, more than 48 hours with nobody else to get in her hair…
I know, she thought, how about a quick dip in the pool, a shower then crack open that wine mother had in the fridge. Yes, wonderful plan…
...so of course, just as she was getting out of the shower, the doorbell rang. Fuuuuuuuu… okay, okay, she grumbled, padding down the stairs on her bare feet, towel hastily draped over her naked body. Who the bloody hell is that? She got to the door, yanked it open…
“Ah, hello, my dear,” came a deep, booming voice from the huge man standing on her doorstep. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for such, such a long time.”
Gemma’s jaw dropped open and she put both hands to her mouth in surprise, dropping the towel to the floor accidentally...
