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.

 

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 tigt 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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