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This is another one of the stories that I have written for the Dark Wanderer 
site. I hope that you find it interesting.  Carol

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This story is not Politically Correct. It concerns African-American 
politicians and corruption. When we have a President that uses a woman half 
his age as a cigar humidor, when we have a convicted drug user that is 
elected as Mayor of our Nation's Capitol, when Democratic and Republican 
politicians are equally guilty of corruption, such stories will be written.
	Bill Clinton stated that by approximately the year 2040, whites would be a 
minority in this country. Therefore, I have written a story where the 
corrupt politicians are African-Americans. Black or White, Republican or 
Democrat, the majority of politicians are corrupt to one extent or another.
The Mayor is based on a particular person. Sister LaTisha is based on a real 
person as well, although she is about four times worse in this story then I 
think she actually is in real life. Malcolm Jones is a composite of all the 
worst traits of all of the politicians, both Black and White, that I have 
known.
	It has been said that one can fool all of the people some of the time, some 
of the people all of the time and a plurality during election time. In our 
society, that is all that is required to rule over us.

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				Virginia Coleman
					by
				Carol Collins

      The Monday morning rush hour traffic was as slow as usual. At least it 
was a beautiful Spring morning. Virginia turned her thoughts inwards as she 
waited for the car in front of her to move another ten feet forward. Today 
was to be her first day on her new job as Executive Personal Assistant to 
Malcolm Jones, a large handsome Black man and Director of Urban Partners For 
The Development Of Social Education. It was a tax funded organization 
established to insure that minorities were well represented in modern 
society. Virginia would not have considered working there
just a year ago. Now, she felt fortunate to have landed the
position.
      Virginia had been an administrative assistant for one of the Fortune 
Five Hundred Companies just three months before. Corporate down-sizing had 
eliminated her job, along with many others. John Coleman, her husband had a 
low paying dead end job and they simply could not live on his salary alone. 
She was forced to accept this position even thought she was not completely 
comfortable with the sometimes inappropriate and blatantly appraising stares 
that her new
and slightly younger African-American boss had given her during the job 
interview. She had worn proper attire for their meeting, but he seemed to be 
undressing her with his dark eyes as she had outlined her areas of 
expertise.
      Virginia was so distracted by her thoughts that she never noticed the 
guy in the truck in the next lane in traffic. He had certainly noticed her. 
 From his higher position, he could look down inside of her red Mitsubishi 
automobile. What he saw was a pretty redhead with lustrous shoulder length 
hair, a green silk blouse that molded itself to a pair of large breasts, 
black knee length wool skirt that had ridden up part way to the top of her 
thighs, exposing the hem of her green silk slip and a pair of beautifully 
shaped feminine legs encased in black nylon stockings. Virginia, now 
thirty-seven years old, may have been several years older than the young 
man, but he was having fantasies of what he would do to her if he had her in 
his bedroom. Like most such fantasies, they would never come true.
      The traffic began to move forward. Virginia was almost late for her 
first day at the Urban Partners Headquarters. She rushed in and began 
working immediately. When Malcolm arrived, she brought a mug of steaming 
fresh coffee to him. He thanked her, smiling at the efficiency of his 
beautiful redheaded secretary. Malcolm had always had a "thing" for married 
white women. Virginia's red hair looked to be natural. He was determined 
that it would not be just her hair dresser that knew for sure if she dyed 
it. He had found out that she really needed this job because her husband 
could not support his family on his measly income. Malcolm's planned 
conquest of the beautiful Virginia Coleman was to begin this week.
      Malcolm Jones was a very clever man. He had manipulated the system and 
had been appointed to head the social education programs for the Urban 
Partners. His salary was considered excessive by some. If they had know 
about the expense accounts, the free use of a state owned car, a new Mercury 
Grand Marquis with all the extras, they would have been truly amazed. His 
expensive suits and nice apartment
were obtained at a discount, or for free, from merchants that wanted to be 
on friendly terms with such a politically connected man as Malcolm.
      Malcolm still went to the gym three days a week. He knew that he 
needed a good physique to pick up the most attractive and desirable of the 
women that also went there. Seeing a wedding band on a woman's ring finger 
only made her more appealing to him. Many times a satisfied wife had 
returned to her home and husband with Malcolm's potent seed dripping into 
the crotchband of her panties. Malcolm had lost count of the number.
      Virginia interrupted Malcolm's thoughts when she announced that the 
Mayor was here to see him. Malcolm told her to show him in. Andrew Oldham 
was an African-American Mayor. He, like Malcolm, was fairly young and had a 
great political future ahead of him. Malcolm stood, greeted Andy warmly and 
shook the offered hand. Malcolm told his administrative assistant, 
"Virginia, please get the Mayor a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar, if I 
remember correctly."
The Mayor nodded his head and both men turned their heads to watch the 
shapely derriere of the redheaded secretary as she left the room to fetch 
the cup of coffee.
      Andrew leaned toward Malcolm and lowered his voice as he asked, "Have 
you tagged your new secretary yet?" When Malcolm told him that she had only 
started working that morning, the mayor added, "Well when you break her in, 
save a piece for me." Malcolm assured his friend that he could have some of 
the pretty redhead as soon as she was initiated into inter-racial loving. 
Virginia innocently returned the Mayor's smiled as she placed the cup of 
coffee in front of him.
Virginia had voted for Andrew Oldham because she thought that he had the 
best interest of all the residents of the city in his heart. Her teenage 
daughter, Rebecca, and her friend, Andrea, had even worked during the 
political campaign passing out flyers. The last Mayor had been caught in an 
extra-marital affair and that, according to the way Virginia was raised, was 
inexcusable. She thought that Andrew Oldham was such a nice man. Now, he was 
calling her by her first name. Virginia smiled as she returned to her 
morning tasks of running an office. Andy finished with his business and 
left, stopping to say that he was glad that Virginia had joined their little 
team and, "Together, we will work for a brighter tomorrow and a better 
future for our children." Virginia was very happy that she had voted for 
him.
      Five o'clock finally arrived. Virginia had been busy trying to learn 
where everything was located in the office and storerooms. She felt that the 
day had gone very well as she switched off her computer and straightened her 
desk. Malcolm called her into his office and she automatically picked up her 
steno pad in case she needed to take notes. When she entered his office, she 
asked, "You called me, Mr. Jones?"
      "Yes, I did, Virginia." He leaned back in his plush leather executive 
chair as he studied his new secretary's appearance. Even after a hard day's 
work, she still looked as fresh as she had when he had arrived at the 
office. He could barely wait to find out if those tits were real. "Have a 
seat." Virginia sat in the low chair across from his desk, causing her skirt 
to ride up her shapely legs and expose a portion of her nylon covered 
thighs. She modestly pulled her
hem back down. "I just wanted to tell you that you have done well today. I 
think we are going to get along very well."
      Virginia sighed inwardly. Her family's bills had piled up while she 
was out of work and she really needed this job. Her husband, John, simply 
did not make enough to keep them afloat financially. Plus, having a teenage 
daughter that was a senior in high school meant that they were always 
spending money. Rebecca was a beautiful redhead that looked much like her 
mother. Virginia really loved her daughter and wanted to provide for her. 
She relaxed a little as she thought about the financial security that her 
new job afforded her family.
      "I hope you don't mind working late tomorrow night. I have a dinner 
with an important client and I need you there to take notes. Of course, 
there will be over time pay." Virginia knew that the extra money would come 
in handy in catching up on some over-due bills. She agreed to go. Malcolm 
knew that the taxpayers would pick up the tab for their meal at one of the 
swanky restaurants in town, plus, they would pay for helping him get into 
the pants of the pretty secretary. It was times like this that he really 
loved his job! Virginia agreed to accompany her new boss the following 
evening. Malcolm Jones was smiling as he watched her leave for home.
Virginia's father had been a Baptist Preacher and had raised her very 
strictly. She had not been permitted to date until she was eighteen. It was 
not until she had taken a course in the community college that she had 
attended that she found out that she had to wear fashionable clothing just 
to survive in the business world. Her wardrobe consisted of tasteful, but 
business oriented clothing. Mr. Jones had asked her to wear something 
suitable for a night on the town when she came in to work the next morning. 
She supposed that the basic black dress that she had worn to her niece's 
wedding would qualify, although it was too short and showed much more 
cleavage then was appropriate for the office.
      When Virginia arrived home, she found that Rebecca and Andrea, 
Rebecca's long time best friend and their next door neighbor's daughter, had 
already cooked supper. Rebecca was about five foot six, a little thin, 
except for her large breasts, had a pretty face and figure, plus she was a 
cheerleader at school. Andrea was almost Rebecca's twin, but with brunette 
hair and brown eyes instead of red hair and green eyes, and also a 
cheerleader. Both girls had been brought up in religious households and had 
refused to let any of the boys at school sully their virginal purity. They 
each knew that when they found Mr. Right, he would appreciate them more if 
they let him have that precious gift.
      Virginia went to the master bedroom and removed her silk blouse and 
wool skirt. She pulled her full green silk slip up over her head and turned 
to see her semi-nude reflection in the closet door mirrors. She had 
originally been opposed to having such icons of vanity in her bedroom, but 
the old closet doors had torn up and these were on sale and cheaper than any 
other replacement doors. They certainly did give her a full length view of 
her shapely figure as she peeled her black pantyhose down off her lower 
body.
      Virginia took just an extra moment to notice that the diet and 
exercise program that she had been on for the last few years had really paid 
off. No one would suspect her of being the mother of an seventeen year old 
daughter. She had a narrow waist and a flat tummy. Her white satin brassiere 
fought to contain her big breasts. Virginia had always been self-conscious 
about her endowments. Her father had warned her of the pleasures of the 
flesh and she had always avoided most forms of sexual thrills. As she turned 
to put on a loose fitting sweat suit, her white satin covered shapely bottom 
was displayed to the mirror.
      At the dinner table, Virginia told about her first day on her new job. 
She spoke of her wonderful new boss, of meeting the Mayor, whom she thought 
was a great man, and of the trials and tribulations of being an 
administrative office assistant. Rebecca and Andrea's sweet angelic faces 
showed how impressed they were with Virginia's new job. Even John, her 
husband of eighteen years, listened intently. He was rather short and was 
thin, but he loved his wife. He was concerned, however, when he heard that 
his wife would be out
late the next evening with a black man. What if anyone they knew were to see 
Virginia in the restaurant? Of course, he did not voice his concerns. After 
all, he did not wish to seem to be racially prejudiced.
      That night, John wanted to make love to his wife, but he knew that she 
would only agree on the weekend. As rarely as they made love, it was almost 
a waste for her to take her birth control pills. John tossed and turned  
until, finally, he managed to get to sleep.
      The next morning, Virginia put on her black satin brassiere and 
panties, black pantyhose, black party dress and a pair of black high heeled 
pumps. A gold necklace and a matching pair of earrings, plus her wedding 
rings, completed her outfit. She fluffed her red hair just a little in 
preparation for the evening. It was a good thing that her husband had 
already left for work before she was finished dressing or else he would have 
really worried. Virginia just wanted to make sure that her new boss was 
suitably impressed with his new administrative assistant.
      The second day at work went smoothly. Each time that Malcolm saw his 
prey sitting prettily at her desk, his dark monstrous tool began to rise in 
his expensive slacks. "Tonight," he promised himself, "her beautiful white 
ass will belong to me." Poor Virginia was so completely naive about the ways 
of the world.
      When it was time to leave the office, Malcolm Jones escorted his new 
secretary to his large luxury automobile. He even opened her door and waited 
till she had sat down in the passenger seat before closing it and walking 
around to get in on his side. Like most men, he had wanted to see just how 
high Virginia would let the hem of her dress rise as she swung her legs 
around as she sat down. He was disappointed because she had demonstrated her 
modesty by keeping her thighs covered all the way to her knees. He knew he 
could change her attitude in a short period of time.
      The ride to the restaurant was short. When they arrived at the upper 
class restaurant, some of the patrons stared at the mixed race couple as 
they were shown to a table in a quiet corner. Virginia felt self-conscious 
as she accompanied her black boss to their table. It felt as if every one 
were starring at her. She was grateful that a small divider and a potted 
plant afforded them some protection from prying eyes. When she was seated, 
Malcolm moved his chair closer to hers as he sat down.
      "Our clients are supposed to be here in about fifteen minutes. Why 
don't we order a drink and wait for them to get here before we order our 
dinner?" Virginia informed him that she did not drink. "Okay. You can be the 
designated driver. I'll order you a juice drink so that I am not drinking 
alone." He called the black waiter over and placed an order for a bourbon on 
the rocks for himself and a Maui Special for the Lady. Virginia never 
noticed the winks that were exchanged.
      Thirty minutes later, Malcolm ordered another set of drinks. Virginia 
had never tasted such a delicious tropical fruit drink as the Maui Special. 
She sipped her new drink through a straw as she listened to Malcolm talk 
about the importance of their work to the future of the community. He was 
interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. It was his friend, Jamal 
calling at the pre-arranged time. Malcolm pretended that he was talking to 
the non-existent client that was supposed to meet with Virginia and him this 
evening. He even acted surprised that the meeting had to be canceled because 
of an airline connection being missed. He played his part very well and 
Virginia, in her alcohol dazed state of mind, believed the ruse.
      When Malcolm turned off his cell phone, he turned to his slightly 
inebriated secretary and explained that since they were already here, they 
should at least eat dinner on their office expense account. By this time, 
Virginia's second glass was empty and she could see no reason why they 
shouldn't. Malcolm had another drink with his meal while Virginia had 
another Maui Special. The waiter had put a shot of one hundred eighty proof 
pure grain alcohol in each of the redhead's drinks.
      When the meal was finished. Virginia was helped to her feet. Malcolm 
slipped an arm around her waist to steady her as they left the restaurant. 
She never noticed the disapproving stares that a few of the patrons tossed 
her way as she drunkenly clung to the large black man for support. This 
time, she was not as careful as she sat down in his car. Her dress rose up 
to expose half of her thighs. He was disappointed to see that she 
immediately pulled her dress down.
      Virginia paid no attention to where Mr. Jones was driving them. She 
had assumed that he was taking her back to the office so she could get into 
her car and drive home to the safety of her loving husband and daughter. 
Malcolm had other ideas. They arrived at his apartment and he coaxed 
Virginia into coming inside for a few minutes before he took her back to her 
car. She really believed him when he said that he had to pick up some 
important papers for the office.
      He opened the door for them and ushered the pretty white wife inside 
of the beautifully decorated apartment where he had entertained so many 
other white wives. Virginia accepted a fourth Maui Special while he 
pretended to search for the papers. When Malcolm left the room to go to the 
bedroom, Jamal was waiting for him with the eight millimeter video 
camcorder. The one in the living room had already been switched on and was 
recording. Jamal would come in as soon as the action began in order to get 
the close-ups.
      Virginia was sitting on the sofa, in the semi darkened living room, 
listening to some soft music and sipping on her drink, when she noticed how 
late it had gotten. She needed to get home if she was going to be on time 
the next morning. Malcolm returned, sat down close to her and placed his arm 
around her shoulders. Even in her diminished state, alarm bells began 
ringing in her brain. She politely stated, "I want to thank you for the very 
pleasant evening. The meal was terrific and I love this fruit drink. But, it 
is getting late and I really need to go home."
      Malcolm noticed that she was slurring some of her words as he slid 
closer and took the empty glass out of her hands. "I'll take you to your car 
in a few minutes. I just want to tell you how happy I am to have you for my 
administrative assistant. You are very professional. Plus, you are one of 
the most beautiful women that I know."
      Virginia smiled at the compliment even as Malcolm's lips descended 
onto hers. Her husband, John, was almost the only other man that had kissed 
her. She noticed that Mr. Jones's lips were thicker and softer than her 
husband's were. Her alcohol fogged brain was slow to react until she felt 
his thick tongue entering her mouth. She weakly tried to push her boss away 
as his tongue delved deeply into her mouth. She tried to protest when she 
felt his large black hand began kneading her left breast through her dress 
and brassiere. Somehow, he found her sensitive nipple and pinched it, 
sending unwanted erotic sensations coursing throughout her body.
      Virginia was desperately trying to pull away from her amorous boss as 
his tongue stroked in and out between her sweet lips and his fingers pinched 
her tingling nipples. He had pushed her against the back of his sofa and had 
her completely under his control. He noticed that her resistance was fading 
as their kiss continued. Virginia knew this was wrong, but could not control 
herself as her hand eventually moved up to wrap around his thick muscular 
neck.
      Malcolm dropped his free hand to the hem of her dress and slipped it 
up under the material and onto her warm nylon covered thighs. She tried to 
protest again, but succeeded in only making moaning sounds as his large 
thick fingers slid between her legs and began massaging her vagina through 
the nylon pantyhose and black satin panties. Her resistance lasted less then 
a total of two minutes.
      Only her husband had touched her their! Yet, Virginia could no longer 
control her pulsating body as her legs parted, giving her African-American 
boss full access to her body's most intimate region. Malcolm was pleased 
with her reactions to his pussy rubbing. He made her reach an orgasm twice 
before he pulled her dress up to her waist and slipped his hand inside her 
black nylon pantyhose and black satin panties. Her soft red pubic hair 
surrounded her wet juicy slit. His large fingers probed inside of her 
vagina, massaged her clitoris and brought her off once again before he 
removed her pantyhose and panties.
      The alcohol had loosened Virginia's previously suppressed libido. She 
had never known that such sensations existed. She had always looked down on 
the "sluts" that had been easy lays. She experienced her fourth orgasm with 
Malcolm Jones's long thick middle finger buried as deeply as it would reach 
in her vagina as his thumb rubbed her clitty. She never even noticed that 
her dress was unzipped and was pulled down and her black satin brassiere was 
unhooked until Malcolm's thick lips formed a suction on one of her excited 
erect pink nipples.
      Malcolm began to undress himself as he brought his redheaded secretary 
to orgasm after orgasm. He had met women that were multi-orgasmic before, 
but this reserved white wife was absolutely the best. Malcolm looked up to 
see Jamal moving in closer for the video shot of him climbing on top of the 
pretty redhead and sinking almost ten inches of thick black uncircumcised 
cock inside of her trembling belly.
      Virginia was pulled down to lie on the sofa as her dress was pulled 
off, leaving her completely naked. Mr. Jones was up on top of her and had 
her legs spread wide open as he moved in closer. She looked down between her 
mammoth breasts to see the largest penis that she had ever seen. Malcolm had 
his cock in his right hand as he guided it to her open wet vagina. It was 
about ten inches long and bigger around than her wrist. Her boss was working 
the foreskin back and forth as he aligned his black-as-midnight pole to the 
entrance to her body.
      Jamal caught the redhead's facial expression as she was penetrated 
with a man's sized cock for the first time in her life. John only had five 
inches when he was hard. Plus, he was only an inch thick. Her eyes flew open 
and she cried out as the first four inches of the thick black sausage sank 
out of sight. Jamal was careful not to get Malcolm's face in the video as he 
switched from Virginia's expressive pretty face to her over-stuffed vagina. 
Not only was Malcolm much thicker than her husband, but he was as deep as 
John had ever been and Malcolm was only half way in.
      Malcolm was now exploring virgin territory as he passed the point in 
Virginia's pussy that her husband had had exclusive rights to for the 
previous eighteen years. Virginia was screaming out as one climax after 
another passed through her skewered body. She had never experienced more 
than one orgasm at a time while having sex with her husband. Usually, he did 
not last long enough to give her
even one climax. Virginia had already lost count of the number of orgasms 
she had this evening. She wrapped her legs around Malcolm Jones's narrow 
waist and pulled him inside of her until the last inch or two had 
disappeared.
      This was the part that Malcolm loved best about fucking white wives. 
To feel them surrender themselves to his powerful black cock and to fuck 
themselves onto his tool like he figured they never could do with their 
wimpy honky husbands. He looked down and watched as her large tits wobbled 
back and forth as she fucked him as well as any woman had ever done before. 
Virginia squealed as she reached
another mid-blowing climax. The Baptist Preacher's daughter had become a 
mindless fucking machine as she impaled herself onto the black cock until 
she passed out during her twelfth orgasm. She did not even know that Malcolm 
pumped his jism deep inside of her and drenched her womb with black baby 
making sperm.
      By the time that Malcolm pulled his wet softening tool from the 
drenched cunt of the fucked out redhead, Jamal was moving into position to 
screw the redheaded beauty. Virginia never regained consciousness, until 
after Jamal had dumped another load of cum deep inside of her violated 
opening. Jamal pulled out and exited the room before Virginia knew that she 
had been screwed by anyone other than her boss.
      Fifteen minutes later, she had fully regained consciousness and the 
realization of what had happened sank into Virginia's alcohol clouded mind. 
She climbed to her feet and felt the thick cum running down her legs. She 
was horrified that she had been seduced so easily. She grabbed up her 
clothing and made a dash for the bathroom. Once inside, she closed and 
locked the door. "My God! What have I done?" She asked herself when she saw 
her drunken reflection in the bathroom mirror.
      Twenty minutes later, a dressed Virginia walked from the bathroom and 
demanded to be taken to her car. When Malcolm tried to talk her into sitting 
down to talk about the situation, she asked him to call a taxi if he would 
not take her. He had put his slacks back on, so, he slipped on his shoes and 
shirt before escorting the distraught wife to his car.
      On the way back to the office, Malcolm tried to carry on a 
conversation. Virginia sat silently, with tears streaming down her cheeks. 
When they pulled into the Urban Partners parking lot, she got out of his 
car, got into her own car and drove off without saying a word. Malcolm 
griped the leather covered steering wheel and decided that she was too much 
of a good piece of ass to let get away. He was planning the strategy 
necessary to get her to come back to him as he drove home to his apartment.
      Virginia was grateful that John and Rebecca were already asleep when 
she entered her darkened home. She very quietly went to the master bath, 
removed her sperm stained clothing and took a long hot shower. She wished 
that the water could wash away the memories of her cries of passion as 
Malcolm Jones had brought her more sexual excitement than she had ever know 
during her entire life. She decided that she would not go to work the next 
morning. She would stay home and look for another job the next day.
      Virginia slipped on her flannel nightgown, crawled into bed beside her 
snoring husband, wiped another tear from her eyes and tried to go to sleep. 
She finally surrendered herself to slumber's embrace an hour before the 
alarm went off.
      John was up and gone to work before Virginia even turned over. Rebecca 
awoke her mother before leaving for school. Virginia suffered from both 
guilt and her first hang-over. She waited until Rebecca left the house 
before she ventured out of bed. She remembered most of what had happened 
between Mr. Jones and herself. She felt so ashamed.
      About ten o'clock, the telephone rang. It was Malcolm Jones wanting to 
know when she was coming into work. "I am sorry, Mr. Jones, but after what 
happened last night, there is no way that I can continue to work for you. I 
am going to search for a new job this afternoon."
      "Virginia, I am very sorry to hear you say that. I thought that we had 
gotten along very well together. I thought that last night was wonderful and 
had only brought us closer together. Don't you realize how important our 
work is to the community? If you leave now, it is as if you are  saying that 
Black and White people can not get along. You are condemning our entire 
social educational program. Please reconsider, come back to work here at the 
office and we will
forge a relationship that will be an example to the entire community." Like 
any politician, Malcolm could pile it on when he needed to.
      Virginia refused to return to work. Malcolm decided to go with Plan B. 
He told the distraught secretary to look for a messenger delivering a 
package and to call him as soon as she inspected the contents. She was 
scanning the classified section of the news paper for a suitable job when, 
an hour later, a package was delivered by courier. When she opened it, she 
found a VHS video tape. There was no note or label. Virginia went to the 
living room, put the tape into the VCR, turned on the television and almost 
fainted as the image appeared on the screen.
      Virginia had never seen a porno movie. She had almost never watched an 
R or MA Rated movie. Now, she, a preacher's daughter, was starring in the 
most disgusting video that she had ever seen. Her knees began to shake as 
she slumped to the sofa. She managed to close her eyes for a second but 
could not force herself to either turn off the VCR or stop watching the 
action on the screen. Like a bird being mesmerized by the approach of a 
snake, she watched as a
very large black man kissed her passionately and ran his hand up under her 
dress as they sat on a living room sofa.
      Virginia's pulse rate quickened as she saw the image of herself reach 
an orgasm with her ex-boss. "How could this have happened to me?" She 
silently asked. She had never even imagined letting any man other than her 
husband violate her body. Her father had taught her that the temptations of 
the flesh were truly evil. She had been a virgin when she had married John. 
Now, she had let another man take advantage of her. She felt so ashamed as 
she watched the image of her black boss slipping his huge dark hand down the 
front of her pantyhose and panties.
      The memories of the mind blowing orgasms returned to Virginia as she 
watched the video tape. Without being aware of it, her nipples were erect 
and her vagina was becoming moist. It was as if she was able to transport 
her mind back to last night and experience the sensual reactions that Mr. 
Jones had awakened in her shapely body. Her breathing was speeding up as she 
watched him remove her black pantyhose and black satin panties. Virginia 
crossed her legs in an unsuccessful attempt to squelch the rising tide of 
excitement in her moistening vagina.
      Virginia moved her right hand to her left breast. Even through her 
nightgown and robe, her large nipples were so hard by now that they pressed 
against the palm of her hand. As Virginia watched the image of her being 
stripped nude, and Malcolm Jones removing his clothing, her hand began 
making circular motions. She gasped as she saw the size of the black penis 
that had penetrated her nearly virginal tummy. It was huge! She could not 
believe that such a huge
weapon could ever fit inside of her vagina!
      Virginia uncrossed her legs as she watched Malcolm move into position 
and begin feeding his tree trunk sized pole of dark male flesh into her red 
hair fringed vagina. Virginia's right hand moved to her lap as her left hand 
moved to her right breast. It was as if she had absolutely no control over 
her body as she saw that half of the immense tool was now hidden from sight. 
Her right hand dipped between her thighs as her left hand pinched her right 
nipple. She let out a small moan.
      Virginia was completely amazed when she saw even more of the huge 
black penis penetrate her tightly stretched vagina on the screen of her home 
television. She saw her body shudder and shake and remembered the massive 
orgasms that she had as her boss had sank his immense man meat even deeper. 
Virginia moved her left hand inside of her robe and nightgown to fondle her 
nipple. Her right hand pulled up the hem of her nighty and massaged the 
crotch of her white panties into the soft mound of her moist sensitive 
vagina.
      Virginia had hidden the part of her being that was a sexual person. 
She had been programmed to not admit that sex was important. Something in 
her mind snapped as she approached her self induced climax. She had never 
known that sex could be so intensely pleasurable as it had been the other 
night. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris as she watched the entire black 
salami being buried in her pussy in the video movie. She came at the same 
time that she did in
the video.
      Virginia had worked herself up to the point where she would be able to 
cum again when the telephone rang. At first, she tried to ignore it, but, 
finally, after five rings, picked up the remote and stopped the VCR and 
answered the telephone. It was Malcolm Jones. "Hello, Virginia. Have you 
watched the video tape yet?" She was embarrassed but said that she was 
watching it when he called. "Exciting, isn't it?"
      Virginia decided to take the offensive, "Mr. Jones, why did you send 
such an awful piece of trash to me? Surely, you did not think that I would 
enjoy seeing such a vile video tape?" She noticed that she could smell her 
vaginal juices on her fingers as she held the telephone in her right hand.
      "So, you think that the video is vile? What would your father think of 
it? How would you like a copy of this video tape to be mailed to the good 
Reverend? Just imagine the pride he would have as he watched his only 
daughter being filled up with a black man's cock. How about if a few copies 
were circulated at your young daughter's school? How about, no matter where 
you went to work, a copy were to be mailed to your new employer. If you 
noticed, my face was never shown in the video. Your face, on the other hand, 
is quite
plainly seen." Malcolm waited to see if the pretty redhead would reply. She 
was too shocked to utter a sound. She had to fight just to keep from passing 
out as she realized what could happen.
      A tear slowly rolled down Virginia's cheek as she heard Malcolm Jones 
continue, "Go ahead and take the rest of the day off from work. Just be here 
in the morning. And, Virginia, be on time." She heard the click as he hung 
up the phone. She knew that her situation was hopeless as she put her phone 
down.
      Virginia spent the rest of the day desperately trying to come up with 
a way out of her dilemma. There appeared to be no alternative other than to 
obey Mr. Jones's orders and go back to work at the Urban Partners Social 
Education Office the next morning. At least when she resigned herself to her 
fate, she knew that no matter what happened to her, she was not responsible. 
Virginia almost threw the video tape in the trash. For some inexplicable 
reason, she hid it in the bottom of her lingerie drawer instead. A quick 
shower, a change of clothes and she cleaned house a little before preparing 
supper for her family. She had decided that since things were no longer 
under her control that she would no longer worry about them.
      When Rebecca arrived from school and later, when John returned from 
his long hard day of work, Virginia told them that that she had been given 
the day off from work and had stayed home all day. She said nothing of the 
previous nights events nor of the threat of sending copies of the 
incriminating video tape to other people. Later that same night, when her 
husband tried to get her to fulfill her wifely function, she refused him 
once again. Sex with him,
somehow still seemed dirty.

		*****************************

      Virginia was already on the job when Malcolm Jones walked into the 
office. He noticed that she was wearing a long sleeved frilly white silk 
blouse that buttoned all the way to her graceful neck. She wore a tight tan 
skirt that ended at her knees. Suntan pantyhose covered her beautiful legs. 
A pair of tan leather high heel pumps were on her tiny feet. Virginia's 
lustrous red hair was pinned up on top of her head. Her make-up was subdued 
except for the red lipstick that was the same color as her hair. She did not 
smile when she saw her boss walk in the door.
      "Good morning, Virginia. How are you this morning?" Malcolm smiled at 
his beautiful secretary and soon to be personal sex slave. "Please come into 
my office. And, lock the front door before you do." Malcolm went into his 
office and waited to see if the redheaded wife and mother would obey his 
commands. He was relieved when he saw her lock the door and follow him into 
his private office. "I am certainly glad to see that you have decided to be 
cooperative."
      Virginia looked up into Mr. Jones's dark eyes and meekly stated, "You 
have the video tape. I don't see that I have much choice." Malcolm knew the 
type of personality that Virginia Coleman had. She had been raised to 
believe that sex was evil and her natural desires had been repressed by her 
father's teachings. She probably never enjoyed sex with her own husband. Now 
that she was being blackmailed, she would feel that events were no longer 
under her control. She would not have to feel guilt for the things that they 
would do together. She would be his to fuck. She would be his to suck his 
cock. She would be his to fuck up the ass. And, she
would probably learn to love it since she was no longer in control of the 
situation and would not have to feel guilty.
      "Virginia, I want you to remove your blouse for me." This was a test 
to see how much control she would let him have. When Virginia just stood 
there looking down at the floor, Malcolm added, "You would not want your 
father, husband and daughter to see the video of you in action, now would 
you? Remove your blouse." Malcolm grinned as Virginia's red painted 
fingernails on her dainty fingers slowly unbuttoned the pearl buttons on her 
ruffled white silk blouse.
      Alabaster white skin was revealed to her boss's eyes as Virginia 
finished unbuttoning her blouse. A cute lacy white silk brassiere was all 
that protected her breasts from the hungry gaze of the large black man who 
was forcing her to undress against her will. She unbuttoned the cuffs on the 
long sleeves and then slowly, almost dying of embarrassment,  she peeled the 
silken garment from her upper body. She hoped that removing her blouse would 
make him happy and she could stop there. He had other plans.
      "You have a beautiful body, Virginia. You should be proud of it. 
Remove your skirt for me." Virginia only hesitated for a moment before 
unzipping the zipper at the back of her skirt and undoing the hook. She 
slipped it down and off, folded it and lay it on the back of the chair next 
to her blouse. Her white lace trimmed silk half slip provided almost as much 
coverage as her skirt had done.
      "Now, the slip." Virginia blushed as she pushed her slip down around 
her ankles and stepped out of the flimsy silk material. She stood before her 
black boss in her white silk brassiere, tan colored pantyhose, white silk 
hip hugger panties, tan leather high heel shoes, a pair of gold earrings and 
her wedding rings.
      "You really should wear a garter belt and nylon stockings instead of 
those pantyhose. You certainly have the figure for it. Get rid of the 
pantyhose." Virginia slowly slipped her high heels off her small feet before 
peeling her pantyhose down over her hips and her relatively long and shapely 
legs. She hoped that he would stop here. He had only begun in his demands.
      "Turn around and let me see your entire body shape." The redheaded 
wife meekly complied. "Nice. Of course, we will need to maintain a sense of 
decorum in the office, so, you will need to continue to wear your 
conservative outer clothing. However, I think we can improve your lingerie 
selection tremendously. Loose the bra."
      "Please don't make me go any farther. I have done everything that you 
have asked so far. Can't we stop here? Please?" Virginia searched his eyes, 
desperately seeking compassion for a good wife that had only strayed once 
during her entire life. She found none. Slowly, and with great anguish, she 
unhooked her brassiere and laid it on top of her other clothing on the back 
of the chair. Her hands came up to cover her large pink nipples.
      Malcolm was very pleased with the morning's events. For a woman in her 
late thirties, this redhead had some phenomenal tits! They stood out like a 
teenaged girl's,       and they were very large. The cool air in the room 
made the pink nipples rise to their full one inch height. Malcolm could 
barely wait to wrap his thick lips around each of those turgid nipples and 
suck them until they turned red. He especially loved the way that her big 
unsupported boobs wobbled slightly when she turned back to face him.
      "Move your hands down. That's a good girl. Your titties are almost the 
best that I have seen. The only ones that I have seen that were better were 
silicon, so, I can say, with complete honesty, that you have beautiful 
tits." Virginia's face turned red with embarrassment. She was secretly 
pleased to hear such compliments, although she had trouble even admitting 
such a fact to herself. She did bring her shoulders just a little farther 
back and stood up just a little straighter.
      "All right, Virginia, I want you to take your dainty little white silk 
panties off for me." Malcolm had to rearrange his bloated black pole of man 
meat as it had become uncomfortable in the confinement of his silk boxer 
shorts and suddenly too tight expensive trousers. Virginia once again 
blushed to the roots of her red hair piled up on top of her pretty head as 
she slowly followed the order. Malcolm had to concentrate to keep his 
pulsating prick from coming in his pants as she stepped out of her flimsy 
white silk panties and stood nude and subservient before him.
      "You have a gorgeous body and should be proud of it. You should be 
willing to show it to me anytime I want to see it." Virginia turned her 
green eyes upward to see the lust in her employer's dark face and felt 
frightened. This fright only added more sensations to the multitude of other 
feelings sweeping through her mind and body. She had surrendered her will 
and her body to this black man because he had blackmailed her. She could not 
explain the sexual excitement that she felt. She had been married for almost
twenty years to her husband and he had never once brought her to this level 
of excitement. She had a dampness between her legs that she had never known.
      Malcolm spoke three words. "Come to me." Virginia's response to these 
words would determine everything that would take place the rest of her life. 
It would shape her family's destiny and even affect the lives of several 
others. Her bare feet softly padded across the thick carpet as she moved to 
stand within a foot of the large black man that held her future in the palms 
of his large hands. He was extremely pleased.
      Malcolm placed both hands on the redheaded secretary's
shoulders. He could feel her petite body trembling as her eyes, big as green 
saucers, gazed up into his strong face. Malcolm leaned down and forward to 
kiss her soft red lips. Her body shuddered slightly as his tongue penetrated 
her lips and entered her mouth. She felt his large powerful hands caressing 
her sensitive breasts and roam down her smooth belly toward her moistened 
mound. When his finger
dipped into her wet slit and massaged Virginia's swollen and stiff clitoris, 
she shuddered in a massive orgasm. If it had not been for her employer's 
arms supporting her, she would had slumped to the floor.
      Malcolm was very pleased with the reactions of his secretary. She was 
not only beautiful, but she was one hot bitch! He could tell that she was 
like a volcano, just waiting for the right man to unleash her sexuality. 
Malcolm was happy to be the right man as his finger continued to massage the 
redheaded wife and mother's throbbing clitoris until her shapely body once 
again convulsed in his supporting arms. He knew that by lunch time, she 
would be his, giving herself freely for him to use any way he desired. His 
tongue in her mouth muffled her cries of ecstasy as she experienced a very 
long series of climaxes.
      Virginia had never known such a reaction was possible as she slowly 
recovered from her mind blowing climaxes. Malcolm had swept her up in his 
strong arms and had lain her semiconscious form across the top of his 
polished hardwood desk. He had wrapped her thighs around his neck and had 
buried his face in her dripping vagina before she could collect her senses 
enough to protest. She had heard of people engaging in such animalistic 
activities and had always condemned anyone who would try such a thing as 
being sinful. She and John had certainly never engaged in such unwholesome 
activities. Her fingers tried to force her boss's head away from her wet 
vagina as his lips began sucking on her extended clitoris.
      Virginia lay on the cool surface of the wooden desk as Mr. Jones ate 
her pussy. She was shaken to the core of her being as wave after wave of 
pleasure swept through her. Her father had been wrong when he had preached 
to her about the evils of the flesh. He had been wrong when he had preached 
about how wrong oral sex was. It was heavenly! Virginia's delicate fingers 
slipped into the coarse curly hair of her employer as she pulled his head 
even deeper into her
dripping snatch.
      Malcolm licked and sucked on the protruding clitty as he felt Virginia 
surrendering herself to the pleasure of the flesh. He knew the type of 
indoctrination that she had as a young girl. Her libido had been held in 
check by the repressive teachings of her father. He was going to undo, in a 
single afternoon, what her father had spent years teaching Virginia. The 
pretty redhead would be his personal sex slave when he finished with her.
      Virginia experienced a series of orgasms as Malcolm's lips provided 
suction and his tongue strummed her erect clitoris. If she had only known 
how good oral sex had felt, she would have been letting guys go down on her 
since she was a little girl. Malcolm pulled her up off his desk and her 
trembling knees let her collapse to the floor. When she looked up at the 
large black man standing over her, she saw the bulge at the front of his 
expensive dress slacks. "Unzip my pants and take out my cock," was all he 
said.
      Virginia's trembling hands moved up to the tab of the zipper. Her 
bright red fingernails grasped the tab and slowly pulled the tab downward. 
Malcolm's penis sprang out of the opening like a huge black snake striking 
at it's prey. It was only inches from her face as she stared at it in 
wonder. Ten inches of thick black uncircumcised cock! How had it been 
possible for such a monster to fit up inside of her belly the other night 
without ripping her wide open? She was both frightened and fascinated by the 
size of the massive weapon only inches from her soft warm moist mouth.
      "Virginia," she heard her boss saying as if he were far away, "Reach 
up and take my cock in your hands. Stroke it. Show it how much you love it." 
As if her hands had a mind of their own, they moved up to grip the thick 
dark pole in front of her. Without meaning to do it, her hands moved toward 
the base, pulling the foreskin back from the bulbous tip. Her hands moved 
forward on the enormous shaft and then, back down. On the third or fourth 
pass, a drop of clear fluid appeared on the domed head.
      Malcolm's fingers interlaced into Virginia's red hair and gently 
pulled her moist lips towards the wet tip of his cock. She knew immediately 
what he wanted her to do. She had never done anything like this, not even to 
her own husband, but she had heard stories of other women, sluts, mostly, 
doing this disgusting thing to a man's penis. The thick domed head of Mr. 
Jones's black cock touched her soft red lips. The viscous drop of pre-cum 
was smeared onto her lips. Virginia's natural response was to lick her lips. 
The taste, although new, was sexually exciting. This time, when she
licked her lips again, her tongue also made contact with the head of her 
employer's swollen cock.
      Malcolm Jones slowly fed the end of his dark shaft into the innocent 
redhead's mouth. He instructed her on the proper techniques of giving a good 
blow job. Virginia followed every order and, within a few short minutes, was 
giving pretty good head. She was bobbing her head up and down on his swollen 
black cock, swirling her tongue around the head each time on the up-stroke. 
He wanted to fuck her
cunt, but decided to cum down her throat first.
      Virginia's mind was on automatic as she impaled her mouth and throat 
on the huge column of stiff ebony meat. The large fingers at the back of her 
head were controlling the speed and depth of each stroke as her head bobbed 
up and down. She knew that he was about to ejaculate, but, did not know how 
to remove her mouth without causing her boss to become mad at her.
      Malcolm pulled her forward on his cock, forcing part of his shaft down 
her throat until she began gagging around the pulsating penis. Spurt after 
spurt of sperm was pumped directly down her throat as she was held in 
position. For some unknown reason, her body experienced another orgasm as 
she swallowed the massive quantity of semen. When he released her, she 
pulled her mouth free as she gasped for air. Malcolm looked down and saw a 
strand of his cum dripping from her open mouth. He reached down, scooped up 
the sperm on his finger and put it into her mouth. Virginia automatically 
sucked his finger clean.
      Malcolm brought the head of his still swollen cock to
Virginia's red lips. She began greedily licking the drops of cum dripping 
from the end of the huge black dick. Malcolm knew that his secretary had 
accepted her new position in life. That position was to be on the end of his 
cock whenever and wherever he wanted. He smiled down into her big green 
eyes.
      Malcolm Jones reached down, picked up the petite redhead and laid her 
on her back on his fancy desk. He parted her quivering legs and stepped 
between them. Virginia's instincts caused her to spread her thighs and pull 
her knees up under her armpits as her boss rubbed the saliva coated tip of 
his erect penis up and down her wet
groove. When he leaned forward and forced a few inches inside of her excited 
vagina, she began to whimper. Virginia began to moan a little louder with 
each inch that penetrated her being.
      The last time that Virginia had let Mr. Jones have sex with her, she 
was drunk. This time, she was not drunk, but her libido had been unleashed 
and was completely out of control. Her eyes were huge as she looked up into 
the face of the man whose over-sized penis was turning her world inside-out. 
Her first climax struck as he bottomed out in her cunt and his coarse pubic 
hair bumped against her erect clitoris. Malcolm began grinding his pubic 
bone against her clit, which caused her climax to continue for several 
minutes. Virginia passed out before he spermed her womb.
      When Virginia regained consciousness, she could hear her boss and 
another woman talking. She looked over and saw that a large black woman was 
standing beside Mr. Jones's desk He was completely re-dressed and they were 
discussing her nude body. They noticed that the redheaded secretary was 
awake when she tried to get up and cover her nudity. Malcolm told her, 
"Virginia, just lie there. This is Sister LaTisha. She is a part of our 
family here. I have a meeting to go to, so I am turning you over to her for 
the rest of the afternoon. Do exactly as she says, or else, well, you know 
what else."
      Virginia watched Mr. Jones walk out of the office, leaving her 
completely nude, weakened and very wet, lying on his expensive desk, with a 
strange black woman staring down at her with a hungry look in her eyes. 
"Hello, Virginia. My name is Sister LaTisha. I will help train you to serve 
Mr. Jones. You will obey me. Any disobedience will be punished. Now, spread 
your legs."
      Virginia thought about refusing to do as she was told, but the 
physical size of the very dark skinned African-American woman was 
intimidating. She slowly spread her legs for the dominant black woman. 
Sister LaTisha performed a medical inspection of the redhead's reproductive 
system. She asked what type of birth control Virginia used. She seemed 
pleased when she heard that it was birth control pills.
      "When you get home tonight, throw the rest of your pills into the 
trash. From now on, you will let Mr. Jones fuck you without protection. How 
about your husband? How often do you engage in sex with him?" She was also 
pleased to hear that it was only on the weekends. "This is Thursday. We will 
make arrangements to take care of your husband this weekend so that he does 
not pollute your womb with his weak slimy white sperm."
      Sister LaTisha was manipulating every fold and crease in Virginia's 
swollen vagina as she had been speaking, Virginia hated to admit it, but she 
was becoming very excited by the treatment that she was receiving. Sister 
LaTisha slipped two fingers deep inside of the redhead's moist vagina as 
another finger massaged her stiff clitoris. Virginia looked up into the dark 
eyes and smiling face of
the dominant black lesbian as she reached her climax.
      "Now, that wasn't so bad, now was it? You white bread girls always 
think you have to have a man to get you off when all you needs is another 
woman. I grew up in the worst ghetto in the city. By the time I was twelve, 
I could suck a dick or lick a clit as well as anyone. Then, I got into an 
all girl lesbian gang. I learned a lot by the time they stuck me in the 
reform school. There, they trained me to be a nurse. I got a job at the 
county hospital until I ran for the hospital board of directors. My old gang 
members took
care of the competition for me. That old goat running against me dropped out 
after one of the Sisters turned his youngest daughter into a black cunt 
sucking lesbo. They threatened to send the pictures of her to the newspaper 
if he didn't drop out of the political race and give me his endorsement. My 
election to the hospital board was a landslide."
      Sister LaTisha was still massaging Virginia's clitty as she told her 
story. She ducked her head down to the red hair fringed slit and licked 
Virginia's juices. "Damn! That Malcolm sure knows how to fuck up some good 
eating pussy! Well, just because he filled you full of sperm, does not mean 
that you can't eat pussy." Virginia began to panic when she saw the large 
black woman removing her clothing. She had never had a homosexual thought or 
desire.
      Sister LaTisha was built like a refrigerator. A big black refrigerator 
with tits. Virginia tried to get up from the desktop to make her escape only 
to be held down by the much larger woman climbing up over her. A large meaty 
dusky leg swung over her head and a black vagina hovered over her frightened 
face. Sister LaTisha reached down with one hand and held the lips of her own 
wet pussy apart as she settled onto the redhead's pretty little face.
      "Don't worry honey, once you get past the smell, you'll have it 
licked." The big black woman laughed as she put a little weight on the mouth 
and nose of the white wife and mother. "Come on. Get started. I can sit here 
all day, but you might suffocate. Eat me until I cum and I'll get up." She 
felt the redhead's tongue slowly, timidly, begin to lick her over sized 
swollen clitoris. She smiled down into the eyes, which were the lowest part 
of Virginia's face
still visible, and said, "That's a good little girl. Learn to love sucking a 
Black woman's cunt as much as you love sucking a Black man's cock. From now 
on, you'll get plenty of both."
      Virginia was given detailed instructions on how to eat pussy. She made 
Sister LaTisha cum once, but had to do it again since she was told that she 
needed more practice. She was glad when the massive body sitting on her face 
lifted up. Her relief was short lived when Sister LaTisha only turned around 
to get into the classic sixty-nine position. Despite her embarrassment, 
Virginia had two orgasms while she licked the thick cream from the black 
pussy setting on her face and the black woman demonstrated just how 
experienced she was.
      Sister LaTisha climbed down from the desk and opened a large bag that 
she had brought with her. She slipped leather manacles on the semi conscious 
redhead and attached the ropes to the corners of the desk. Virginia revived 
just in time to find herself spread-eagled on the top of the large desk. 
When she complained about being tied down, the black woman stuffed 
Virginia's own white silk panties into her mouth and tied her brassiere 
around her head to keep them there.
      "You are probably wondering why I have tied you down. What comes next 
is not completely enjoyable, so, I have made sure you don't get up and leave 
before I finish." She set out some instruments and some bottles of 
anti-septic and anesthetics. She coated a few cotton balls with each liquid 
as she smiled at the nervous secretary. "This won't hurt. Much."
      Sister LaTisha swabbed all around Virginia's clitoris with the cotton 
balls. She left one on each side of the little hooded nubbin of flesh as she 
repeated the process with Virginia's inch long pink nipples. A few minutes 
later, the anesthetic had worked it's magic. Sister LaTisha picked up a very 
large curved hollow needle from her kit of instruments. She held the flap of 
foreskin that hooded the
redhead's clitoris and pushed the needle through the flap of skin. Virginia 
moaned and her eyes were open wide. Even though the anesthetic had reduced 
the pain to a bee sting level, Virginia was unprepared for the unpleasant 
sensation. A gold ring over an inch and a half in diameter was threaded 
through the hole and a drop of super glue was added to the closure.
      "This ring is going to make you a very hot slut. It will rub against 
your clitty when you walk. When you cross your legs. Being fucked while 
wearing it will make you have twice as many orgasms. When some one goes down 
on your sweet little slit, all they will have to do is to flick the ring 
with their tongue a few times to make you get your cookies."
      "You know how it is with men, no woman's tits are ever big enough. 
Malcolm wanted me to make yours a little bigger. Since you belong to him, 
we'll give him what he wants and you a few injections." She picked up a 
bottle of milky colored liquid and filled an extremely large hypodermic 
syringe. "This is a solution of dehydrated fat cells. Once injected into an 
area of the body, they spread out into the surrounding tissues and absorb 
nutrients from the body. They end up about ten times bigger when they do. 
Your big titties will be one or two cup sizes bigger in a few days." She 
injected the fat cells in a series of concentric circles all over Virginia's 
breasts. The white secretary could only moan through the panties stuffed in 
her mouth.
      Sister LaTisha next picked up a large straight hollow needle and moved 
up to pinch the large pink nipple of her right breast in her fingers. 
Virginia was almost screaming through her panties as the needle was pushed 
through her fat sensitive nipple. The pain killer had taken care of most of 
the discomfort as another one and a half inch gold ring was inserted in 
place of the needle. The closure mechanism was glued shut. The left nipple 
was done next.
      "Your nipples and clitoris will be sore for a day or so. Then, you'll 
find that your cunt will be drooling pussy juice all day long. It will make 
you think about sex all day long, too. I noticed that your anus seemed to be 
very small. I am going to slip a wet finger up your butt to test it. My, my, 
my. How do you manage to go to the bathroom." She retrieved a fat carrot 
looking device about eight inches long from her bag. "This is a butt plug. 
It will help loosen you up before Malcolm fucks your ass. I'd hate to think 
what
his cock would do to your cute little bottom if we don't stretch it a little 
first."
      The pointed end of the greased anal plug was forced into Virginia's 
resisting bottom. She felt the tapered device expanding her anus as it was 
pushed in a little at a time. It felt as if she were using the bathroom, 
except in reverse. It was two inches thick at the widest part. Virginia had 
almost broken out in a sweat as the artificial tool slipped past the widest 
part and her anal ring
locked down on it, holding it in place until several hours later, when she 
would go to the bathroom.
      "If I was going to keep you for my stable of pussy-lickers, I would 
pierce your tongue, too. A big barbell in the tip of an active tongue really 
gives a clit a workout. Maybe, someday, I'll let you experience what a girl 
with a pierced tongue can do to your clitty. I guarantee that you'll love 
it. Here, we can remove those panties from your mouth now." The brassiere 
was untied and the saliva soaked
silk panties were pulled from the secretary's pretty mouth.
      Virginia was helped to her feet when the restraints were removed. She 
looked down with wonder at her nipple rings. The clitoral hood ring and the 
butt plug had made themselves quite noticeable as she had gotten down from 
the desk. Sister LaTisha began putting her instruments away as Virginia 
shakily stood on her own two feet for the first time in about three hours. 
Her knees were wobbly and her legs were quivering as she picked up her 
panties and brassiere.
      "No, no, girl. You can't wear panties or a bra until
everything heals completely." She took the white silk brassiere and panty 
set and put them into her bag. Next, she picked up Virginia's pantyhose and 
a pair of scissors. Sister LaTisha cut the crotch out of the pantyhose. 
"Here, put these on." The events of the last few days had so numbed the 
redheaded woman's mind, she obeyed without question. The gaping hole at the 
crotch left all of her vagina and much of her bottom exposed. Virginia 
slipped the white silk ruffled
long sleeved blouse on. Her delicate fingers were shaking as she buttoned 
the pearl buttons. Next, she pulled the tan skirt up around her waist, 
reached behind, hooked it closed and zipped the zipper. When Virginia bent 
over to put her tan leather high heel shoes on her dainty feet, she noticed 
that her large breasts wobbled slightly as she moved. When she looked down, 
she could actually make out the outline of the large nipple rings. Her face 
turned red. How could she let her family see her this way?
      "It's time to go shopping for some new undies for you to wear to work. 
I have contacts at one of the exclusive lingerie shops where they bill the 
hospital for hospital gowns and I don't have to pay to get pretty undies for 
my girlfriends." Between the clitoral hood ring constantly massaging her 
clitoris, the butt plug moving inside of her intestines and the wobbling of 
her unsupported breasts, Virginia's mind was pre-occupied. She did end up 
with a
dozen garter belts, three dozen pairs of stockings, a dozen pairs of 
panties, some of which were crotchless, and half a dozen brassieres that 
were really nothing more that a shelf to support her over-sized boobs but 
not cover them. The lingerie was in every color of the rainbow. A dozen pair 
of high heel shoes, each with a heel that was four or five inches tall, were 
also purchased and charged to the hospital as safety shoes. Sister LaTisha 
told her that she should come to work at least twice a week without a 
brassiere. "Mr. Jones loves to see a big set of knockers bouncing around 
under a pretty blouse." By this point, Virginia would meekly do anything 
that she was told to do.
      When Sister LaTisha dropped Virginia off at her office, It was nearly 
quitting time. The packages were transferred to the trunk of the Mitsubishi. 
Orders were given to wear a blue garter belt, stockings, butt plug, high 
heels and a dress the next day. No panties or brassiere were to be allowed. 
Virginia returned to her office to retrieve her purse. There she found Mr. 
Jones and Sister LaTisha discussing her future.
      Malcolm Jones leaned back in his chair, placed his hands behind his 
head and smiled at the sight of the barely discernible gold nipple rings 
through her white silk blouse. He had the thoroughly embarrassed secretary 
lift her skirt to show off her clitoral ring. He knew that she was now his 
slave to use any way that he wanted. Now, for her family. "Virginia, tell 
your wimp husband that the two of you are invited to an office get to know 
everyone dinner tomorrow
night. Wear some of your new lingerie. Oh, Virginia, you are to have 
absolutely no sex with him. Do you understand?"  She meekly nodded her 
pretty head. "Good. We'll see you in the morning."
      The drive home seemed to take twice as long as usual. Virginia sat 
with her legs parted to minimize the stimulus from her clit ring, which only 
increased the pressure from the butt plug. Her nipples had remained erect 
since the rings had been threaded through them. The hole in the crotch of 
her pantyhose let her vagina drip fluid onto her white silk slip, soaking it 
and staining her skirt. Sister LaTisha had said that she would need to keep 
a box of facial
tissues in her desk drawer so that she could pull up her skirt and wipe away 
the excess secretions several times a day. Virginia pulled her hemline up 
around her waist and cleaned herself with a tissue, unaware that a trucker 
in the next lane was able to see everything, including her new clit ring. He 
radioed ahead on his citizen's band radio for all the other truckers to keep 
an eye out for the redheaded slut in the red Mitsubishi.
      Virginia managed to make it to her bedroom before Rebecca could get a 
close look. When she removed her clothing, she noticed that her already 
large breasts appeared to be swollen. When she looked into the mirror, she 
confirmed her first impression. Her breasts were noticeably bigger. The 
large gold rings in her nipples and clitoris were also very noticeable. She 
put on two sweat shirts
to hide her nipple rings from her family. She had no idea what she would do 
on a permanent basis. Just to get through one day at a time was her major 
concern today.
      Virginia prepared a meal for her family. Andrea would be eating with 
them again this evening. Virginia could not ignore the constant reminders of 
her rings and anal plug. Twice, she had to go to the bathroom to mop up the 
excess fluids dripping from her vagina. Thankfully, even though her daughter 
noticed that her mother was preoccupied with something, she did not ask if 
anything was wrong. John, being a man, never even noticed that his wife 
seemed
different tonight.
      Later, when Virginia stood in front of her bathroom medicine cabinet, 
holding her birth control pills in her small hands, she thought about what 
Sister LaTisha had told her. She popped out the pill that she was supposed 
to take today and stared at it for a moment. She remembered that she had 
been given orders that she was not to let her husband have sex with her. She 
knew what the disposal of her birth control pills would mean to her and her 
family. Her mind was a turmoil of emotions as she poured the pills into the 
waste paper basket.
      The next morning, Virginia showered, gently re-inserted the butt plug, 
put on a white lace garter belt, a pair of black nylon stockings, a pair of 
her new four inch high heel shoes, a white short sleeve satin blouse and a 
blue serge two piece business suit. At least the jacket would be thick 
enough to not allow her nipple rings to show through. She put on her make up 
and looked into her own eyes. What she saw made her think of the things that 
she would be forced to do today and that sent a shiver through her shapely 
body. More importantly, it made her vagina wet.
      During her morning commute to work, Virginia kept her legs spread and 
her skirt pulled up so she could wipe her drooling vagina lips every ten 
minutes. Since she was on her way to work, she could not let her skirt 
become stained with her juices. The truckers, once again, were treated to 
quite a show.
      When Malcolm arrived at work. He told Virginia to bring him a fresh 
mug of coffee as he went to his office. Last night, he had screwed another 
white wife from the health spa. He had thought about saving his sperm for 
his new secretary, but the temptation was just too great. He had went past 
the part of the woman's vagina that her wimp husband had been using since 
they had been married. He had let the pretty blonde woman used, satisfied 
and his black baby making sperm dripping from her stretched cunt. Life was 
good.
      Virginia brought his coffee to him and he smiled up into her green 
eyes. "You look lovely this morning, Virginia. Did you remember to follow 
orders and leave your panties and bra at home?" She lowered her eyes as she 
silently nodded her head. The large black man smiled as he said, "Take off 
your clothes and show me." He was pleased to see the white wife's finger's 
unbuttoning her blue serge jacket.
      Virginia's mind was screaming at her to run from the room. If she went 
to her husband and admitted everything to him, he might not leave her. The 
rings could be removed by a doctor and her life could return to normal. She 
realized that she was lying to herself. Her very being had been so changed 
by what had already happened, she could never go back. She folded her jacket 
and laid it on the back of a chair.
      The red haired woman removed her blouse and skirt. She stood in front 
of her boss in nothing but her white lace garter belt, black nylon 
stockings, high heel shoes on her tiny feet, nipple rings, clit ring and 
wedding rings. Malcolm could already see that her pussy lips were moist. The 
conversion process had been very successful with this woman. He had noticed 
that redheads seemed to be naturally hornier than the average woman. 
Perhaps, they had only brought out her true nature?
      "Virginia, come over here and get on your knees. What's good enough 
for the President of the United States is certainly good enough for me. 
Unzip me and suck my big black cock." Part of Virginia's mind rebelled but 
was out voted. She fell to her knees in front of the dominant black man and 
unzipped his slacks. Her small fingers reached in and brought out his huge 
dark skinned penis. Her hands pulled the foreskin down before her lips 
wrapped around the domed head. Malcolm enjoyed her ministrations. "Not bad 
for only the second blow job that she has given," he thought to himself.
      Virginia found that she enjoyed giving head as her head bobbed up and 
down on the long pole of flesh. Her husband had tried to talk her into doing 
this years ago. She had always refused, saying that it was dirty and only a 
low class slut would even consider doing such a thing. Now, she considered 
herself a low class slut as she hungrily sucked the large black cock.
      Malcolm noticed that Virginia's green eyes were watching his face as 
she sucked his prick. Already, she was performing like an experienced whore. 
 From a prim and proper wife and mother to a cunt drooling whore in only a 
few days. He enjoyed every lick on the head of his sensitive cock, every bob 
of her head, as she brought him closer to his climax.
      Virginia was rubbing her thighs together as she went down on her 
employer. The clitoral hood ring and the anal plug were about to make her 
have an orgasm. When the thick cock swelled up even more and began to pulse, 
she came just as the jets of thick creamy sperm flooded her suctioning 
mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could but still lost a few drops of man 
cum. She sucked his cock clean. Her shapely body vibrated from the after 
shocks of her own orgasm as she
looked up to see if Mr. Jones had thought that she was good enough.
      "Very good, Virginia. Especially since it is only your second blow 
job. You may put your clothes back on and go back to your desk." Virginia 
licked her ruby red lips as she dressed. Her clitoris was stiff and her 
upper inner thighs were wet with her juices. Even the tops of her stockings 
were moist were they had soaked up the fluids running down her smooth white 
thighs. She went to the ladies room and used toilet paper to clean up the 
mess between her legs before returning to her desk to attend to business.
      No more sexual demands were made of Virginia for the rest of the day. 
She still had to use facial tissues to wipe her wet nether lips dry several 
times as she sat at her desk. It was near closing time when she was, once 
again, summoned into the large inner office. "Virginia, I want you to bring 
your husband to the Zulu Lounge tonight at seven. Tell him that the two of 
you are to be my guests for dinner. I have a special celebration planned for 
the two of you."
      Virginia wondered what was in store for her and her husband as she 
drove home. Her skirt was around her waist, exposing the tops of her nylon 
stockings, her legs were parted to decrease the sensations from the clit 
ring. This gave several observant truckers a view of the red hair covering 
her moist mound. She noticed that they were looking, but did not try to pull 
her skirt down to a more modest position. She got a thrill because of the 
excited expressions on the men's faces as they were looking at her exposed 
pussy.
      John arrived home from a hard day at work. He had been looking forward 
to the weekend because he was going to claim his marital right of sex with 
his wife. He had been extremely horny all week. His wife was so beautiful. 
He only wished she would loosen up a little and enjoy sex. At least he would 
be able to enjoy her sexy body tonight. And, if he were lucky, tomorrow 
night, too. He was very disappointed when he found out that they were going 
out for dinner instead of to bed.
      The Zulu Lounge was located on MLK Boulevard. John was worried about 
parking his car and walking to the restaurant with his pretty wife. What if 
they were attacked? How would he protect her? After all, he was only five 
foot eight inches tall and slightly built. Some of the black men standing 
around the street towered above him. It was very intimidating.
      Inside the relative safety of the restaurant, even though they were 
the only white people there, John breathed a little easier. Sister LaTisha 
greeted them and ushered them into a small private dining room in the back 
of the restaurant. Malcolm Jones and his friend, Jamal, were waiting for 
them. Drinks were ordered for everyone. Virginia was nervously sipping a 
Maui Special as John was served a bourbon and Coke. Sister LaTisha had 
slipped a few drops from a small bottle into the white husband's drink.
      John was seated on one side of the table, next to Sister LaTisha. On 
the other side of the table, Virginia sat between Malcolm Jones and Jamal. 
Unknown to John, both Malcolm and Jamal's hands had settled on his wife's 
thighs under the cover of the table cloth. Virginia's vagina began to drool 
as soon as she felt the touch of the long black fingers. She nervously 
glanced into her husband's eyes as the fingers pulled her skirt up to expose 
her shapely white thighs above her stocking tops. John could tell that his 
beautiful wife was fidgety, but did not understand why.
      Malcolm and Jamal took several minutes of letting their fingers dance 
up and down the married woman's thighs before one of them moved to her 
vagina. He flicked the clitoral hood ring twice and caused her to have a 
climax. Virginia had tried to conceal her emotions as the two large black 
men had brought her up to the point of orgasm. She was not a good enough 
actress to hide her reaction from her shocked husband as the waves of her 
climax pulsed through out her shuddering body.
      John had been aware of the fact that his wife was nervous. Her eyes 
were widened, her face was flushed and her mouth hung open as she moaned and 
her eyes rolled back. In their nineteen years of marriage, John had only 
been able to made Virginia climax less than a dozen times. He recognized the 
signs, however, when he saw them. The blood rushed to his head and he went 
to jump to his feet and demand that Virginia leave with him immediately. 
That is when he found that he was virtually paralyzed.
      The drug that Sister LaTisha had put in John Coleman's mixed drink was 
a form of curare. He sat in the chair, helpless as Malcolm Jones leaned over 
and kissed Virginia's lips very passionately. What shocked him the most was 
the passionate way that she was returning the kiss of the large black man. 
Jamal let Malcolm kiss the redhead as he looked directly at her husband, 
grinning from ear to ear as he said, "Your wife sure does have some tight 
pussy." He laughed as Malcolm stopped kissing Virginia, only to see her 
pulled onto Jamal's lap where he kissed her as she wrapped her arms around 
his broad neck. She knew that her husband was watching, but could not 
control herself.
      Malcolm got up from the table and moved to stand beside the distraught 
husband. "Imagine your sweet conservative wife being fucked by a big black 
cock. You will get to watch her getting her cunt full of black man's sperm 
tonight. After Jamal fucks her, it will be my turn to screw her again. Watch 
us, white boy, and you might learn how she behaves when a real man fucks 
her."
      John's eyes were drawn to his wife and her black lover as her clothing 
was stripped from her curvaceous body. He was amazed to see the large gold 
nipple rings! Never had he ever imagined that she would allow her body to be 
disfigured by piercing. When her skirt was dropped to the floor, he saw that 
she wore a garter belt and nylons. He had dreamed of her in such sexy 
lingerie. She had always refused to wear anything like that even when he had 
pleaded with her. Now, she brazenly wore them in front of four other people 
in a
public restaurant.
      Jamal stood up next to the aroused white wife and pulled down his 
jogging pants. The largest penis that John had ever seen sprang out in front 
of his wife's lovely passion filled face. Virginia reached out and grasped 
the monster dick in both of her small delicate hands. Her fingers could not 
encompass the girth of the massive ebony shaft. Her fingers drew the 
foreskin down from around the domed purple head before she leaned forward to 
wrap her sweet luscious red lips around it. John thought that his heart had 
stopped as he watched his straight-laced wife giving expert head to the 
biggest cock that he had ever seen on anything smaller than a horse.
      Sister LaTisha began undressing John Coleman. Malcolm helped to pick 
him up to remove his trousers and jockey shorts. They laughed at the small 
size of the white man's penis. Sister LaTisha opened her bag and retrieved a 
large hypodermic syringe and a bottle of white liquid. She filled the 
syringe and began injecting the white fluid all around John's hairless chest 
in concentric circles around his nipples. The curare deadened any pain that 
he may have
felt. When she was finished, Malcolm picked up the paralyzed man and laid 
him face down across the table. He tilted the semi-conscious man's head back 
so that he could still witness the excellent blow job that his wife was 
giving.
      Sister LaTisha began a series of shots of the dehydrated fat cells 
into the small sized white man's hips and buttocks. She used the entire 
contents of the bottle. Next, she injected a massive dose of estrogen and 
other assorted female hormones, plus a chemical to stop production of male 
hormones. She selected an eight inch butt plug, greased it and slowly pushed 
it up John's virgin anus until it was seated in place. Lastly, she 
administered a capsule of time released female hormones and tranquilizers 
just under the skin of each buttock. She would follow up with more 
injections each month until the desired changes had taken place. Some of the 
modified husbands were already employed by her. Too bad Malcolm had already 
made plans for this one. He would be kind of cute in a few weeks.
      When Sister LaTisha was finished with the white man, Malcolm put him 
back in his chair just in time for him to see his wife, and the mother of 
his child, gulping down the copious quantity of semen that spouted from 
Jamal's huge black weapon. Several drops escaped her mouth and dribbled down 
her chin to land on her large breasts. John could not believe the way 
Virginia smiled up at the black man after she had sucked his cock and 
swallowed his cum.
      Malcolm went around to the side of the table that Virginia and Jamal 
was on. He picked her up, pushed onto her back on the top of the table, 
looked into her husband's eyes and shoved his black weapon into her wet red 
pussy. "How about it, John? Is your wife a total slut?" He drove his cock 
deep into the white wife's belly, making her moan as she wrapped her nylon 
covered legs around his waist.
      Virginia had no control over what was being done to her. This fact 
gave her the freedom to enjoy the animal urges and sensations that her 
beautiful body was experiencing. All during her life, she had denied the 
primal instincts that her body had felt during sex. She had thought that sex 
was dirty even when she and her husband had made love. Now, she was free to 
indulge in all the nasty sex acts
that she had been taught were evil. She now loved the feel of Malcolm 
Jones's huge cock stroking in and out of her nasty cunt. She loved it even 
more when he filled her belly with his cum.
      Late that night, when John and Virginia Coleman left the Zulu Lounge, 
many things in the couple's life had changed. Virginia had several loads of 
cum dribbling down the insides of her thighs and had a satisfied expression 
on her beautiful face. John had almost regained full use of his muscles, but 
was still numb. Sister LaTisha had produced the white silk brassiere and 
panties that she had taken from Virginia a couple of days before and had him 
put them on under his outer clothing instead of his own underwear. The silk 
panties felt good, but he had to have help fastening the brassiere. Sister 
LaTisha had said, "You had better get used to wearing a bra. The cups are 
hanging loose now, but in about a week, you will probably be able to fill 
out the big bra cups very nicely." Then, the three blacks had laughed at him 
as they put them in the back of Malcolm
Jones's Mercury for a ride to his house where Malcolm kept them until Sunday 
evening. John had plenty of practice licking sperm from his wife's well 
fucked cunt later that night, on Saturday and on Sunday.
      By the next weekend, Sister LaTisha's prediction had come completely 
true. John had a large pair of tits. His butt had swollen to very feminine 
proportions as well. None of his old clothes would fit. He had to call in to 
where he worked and report in sick because no matter what loose fitting 
clothing he wore, his womanly hips, bottom and breasts could not be hidden. 
The tranquilizer clouded John Coleman's thinking. Poor Rebecca was worried 
about her father. So was Andrea. Each kept asking what was wrong, but 
neither John nor Virginia would tell them.
      Virginia had gone back to work on Monday morning. She had become 
addicted to the huge black cocks that had been fucking her over the last 
week. When she had told her boss about John's feminine development, she was 
instructed to bring him with her when she reported to work on Wednesday. 
Both of them were dressing in their bedroom after Rebecca had gone to 
school. Virginia wore nothing but a pink satin garter belt and a pair of 
cinnamon colored stockings under her blue wrap dress. Her monumental breasts 
were now
two cup sizes larger than they were before the injections.
      Even though John had also gotten dressed in the same room with his 
almost naked wife, he had not gotten a hard on. The drugs that Sister 
LaTisha had given him had worked all to well. He had not gotten an erection 
since the hormones had been injected. He slid the black silk panties that 
were his wife's up his legs and snugged them around his plump buttocks. 
Virginia still had to help him hook the black silk brassiere that held his 
breasts and kept them from flopping about and bringing even more attention 
to themselves. He donned the over-sized jogging suit for the ride into The 
Urban Partner's Social Education Office. He didn't know why Mr. Jones wanted 
him to come in today, but he hoped that they would be willing to return his 
body to normal.
      John found out that his previously sweet and innocent wife now liked 
to masturbate while driving in to work. She seemed oblivious to the fact 
that truckers could see down into the car as she played with her clit ring 
until she climaxed. She came several times before they got to work. Once, 
while a loaded school bus was alongside of their car. They were almost in a 
traffic accident because she had an orgasm as they were passing through a 
busy intersection.
      Virginia had her feminized husband follow her as she made coffee and 
served it to her employer and master. She even pulled her hubby down onto 
his knees next to her as she unzipped Mr. Jones's expensive slacks and gave 
him his morning blow job. Malcolm had told John, "From now on, your name is 
Joan. I have never seen a person by the name of John with a set of huge 
hooters like yours. Joan, you had better pay close attention to how Virginia 
is giving me head. You start to work at the city's sanitation department 
next week and your boss there will expect the same thing." John's eyes 
widened in shock as he looked up to see if Malcolm Jones was kidding. He 
wasn't.
      An hour later, Sister LaTisha showed up and ordered John to follow her 
out to her car. She had slipped a drug in a soda to make him even more 
docile and ordered him to drink it. She took him to a beauty parlor in the 
black section of town where John's body hair and his face was waxed to 
remove it all. Even his eyebrows were waxed, leaving just a thin feminine 
arch over each eye. His hair was given a weave job, making it reach down to 
his shoulder blades. Make up was permanently tattooed onto his face. His 
glued on false fingernails and toenails were painted a bright red to match 
his lipstick color. His ear lobes were each pierced three times. Next, 
Sister LaTisha took him to the same lingerie shop where Virginia's things 
had been purchased. She bought him several sets of panties, garter belts, 
nylon stockings, high heel shoes and brassieres, all at tax payer expense. 
He was then taken to a dress shop where several feminine dresses, with more 
matching high heel shoes, belts and purses, were purchased.
      Malcolm surveyed the new addition to the feminine gender when John was 
returned to the office just at closing time. "My, My. You look good enough 
to be seen out in public with. Maybe not good enough to win any teenage 
beauty contests, but you can fool most people into thinking that you are a 
real woman. Joan Coleman. We'll have to get the department of motor vehicles 
to issue you a new driver's license."
      Just then, a very large black man in work clothes entered the outer 
office. Malcolm called out to him, "Bubba, you are just in time. Come in 
here. I have a lady that I want you to meet. Bubba Smith, may I present Joan 
Coleman. Joan Coleman, may I present Bubba Smith. Joan, Mr. Smith is the 
supervisor at the sanitation office where you start to work as a secretary 
next Monday. Bubba wanted to get to know you a little sooner so that the two 
of you could get acquainted. Since you are all dressed up, he can take you 
out to dinner."
      Malcolm had Virginia standing beside his chair the entire time that 
her re-made husband had been back. She was concerned about his welfare as 
the huge black man had lead her high heeled hubby out the door, but she did 
not object. Malcolm's fingers had been inside of her dress and toying with 
her clit ring the entire time. That night, she explained to Rebecca that her 
father had to go out of town for medical treatments and that he would be 
back as soon as possible. She hated to lie to her daughter, but sexual 
enjoyment had become the most important thing in Virginia's life.
	John was escorted to the elevator by the very large Department of 
Sanitation Supervisor. As they waited for the elevator to arrive, Bubba 
moved in very close to John. John looked up into the dark eyes and shivered 
as he saw the man's thick lips descending towards his own. He was still 
under the effects of the tranquilizers as their lips touched. Bubba's arms 
encircled the feminized husband and he caused John's big breasts to nearly 
flatten against his much broader chest. A thick tongue probed his mouth. 
John decided to just go with the flow. The events of this night were to 
never be forgotten by Joan Coleman.
       The following Friday night was Rebecca's birthday. She had worried 
for the last two days about her father. Even though her mother continued to 
tell her that he was all right, she had not heard from him. Rebecca was also 
very concerned about her mother. She had noticed that her mother was now 
going around without a brassiere. She had never known her mother to do such 
a thing before last week. She had also seen the flimsy garter belts and 
stockings
in the wash. She knew that something had changed her mom after she started 
working for Malcolm Jones.
       Friday evening arrived and still Rebecca had not heard from her 
father. Virginia told her and Andrea to get dressed up and she would take 
them out to dinner for her birthday present. She took them to the Zulu 
Lounge. Malcolm Jones, Jamal, Mayor Andrew Oldham, and Sister LaTisha were 
also invited to the birthday party in the private dining room. A few drops 
from Sister LaTisha's magic bottle and a pair of eighteen year old girls 
were also indoctrinated into
inter-racial love. Andy Oldham claimed the pretty redheaded birthday girl 
for his own. He gleefully broke her hymen with his long black tool.
      Sister LaTisha had been in love with Andrea from the first second that 
she had seen her innocent angelic face as she had entered the restaurant. 
She claimed the inexperienced brunette for herself. She ate the young girl's 
sweet and pure pussy and refused to let anyone else near the unsullied 
virgin. She had already decided that when Andrea's virginity was to be 
taken, she would use Rodchester, her twelve inch black strap-on dildo, to do 
it herself. Jamal made a video tape of Rebecca's deflowering to give to 
Bubba
and Joan to enjoy as Bubba made love to his new girlfriend. Jamal had 
already heard about the way Joan Coleman squealed in ecstasy when her lover 
made her feel like a real woman.
      Virginia was happy to suck every cock she could get her lips around. 
She even sucked the Mayor's long ebony cock to get it wet before he had 
screwed her daughter. The insides of her thighs were soaked as she sucked 
the cocks in the room until she had help empty them of their cum.
      Six months later, Joan had gotten used to her new job as secretary at 
the sanitation department. Bubba let the other workers take his "woman" in 
the back room for blow jobs during their breaks. A few of the men even 
reciprocated. Rebecca was living in a nice apartment provided by Mayor Andy 
Oldham. She was pregnant with his baby and he was talking about divorcing 
his wife and marrying her. Andrea was now Sister LaTisha's personal 
companion and went with her everywhere she went. It was
said that her tongue, nipples and clitoral hood were pierced. Andrea also 
wore a tattoo with her mistress's name on her buttock.
Virginia was still working for Malcolm Jones even though she is five months 
pregnant. Each morning, she serves him his morning mug of coffee and blow 
job. He enjoys screwing a white woman that is carrying his child. It gives 
him a sense of ownership. Of course, he would have to find a replacement for 
her when the baby was born. That's why he had hired Virginia, to replace the 
last white secretary that had given birth to one of his black babies.
Virginia Coleman would be sold to Sister LaTisha's old gang. They operated 
most of the city's lower class houses of prostitution and they were always 
willing to pay for a well trained whore.








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