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Black Boss
by Arc Light (No Address)


First, let me introduce myself. My name is Michael
Washington, the luckiest African American in the
Mississippi Delta. Three months ago I was the sole
winner of the largest lottery in state history. Prior
to that moment in time I worked on the night shift at
Panhandle Machinery. It was a small manufacturing
plant of about sixty employees; of which all but nine
were good old white redneck complete assholes. The
racial discrimination was complete and absolute. All
the truly miserable, inhuman and completely
degrading jobs were assigned to us nine blacks. The
white boy rednecks delighted in humiliating us black
brothers at every junction.

Since the unemployment rate in our rural county was
in excess of forty percent there was literally no place
to go; quitting and going on the generous Mississippi
unemployment dole of $60.00 for the next thirteen
weeks was really no option.

However once I received the first check of the lottery,
I walked into the owner's dingy office and fifteen
minutes later the plant was now mine. The tired rich
old white bastard was gleeful as he exited my plant; a
plant owned by an uppity black bastard.

During the next several months I was able to secure
nearly five million dollars in federal and state
contracts; contracts awarded basically on race.
As the profits rolled into the plant I set my plan in
motion. I gave the white boys a simple proposition; if
they wanted to remain at my plant they would accept
a twenty percent pay cut and the savings would be
redistributed to my eight black brothers. Although
there was a tremendous amount of grumbling I knew
they had no options.

The second part of my realignment plan involved the
seduction and ultimate subjugation of the pretty white
wives of the mostly young factory staff. By seducing
the innocent and helpless wives, I would gain
complete domination over the white overlords who
ruled my life for the last twenty six years.

While the husbands were toiling in the unbearable
Mississippi heat, I started my home visits to the
domiciles of my faithful white boy employees. The
first three homes (mobile homes) were almost
embarrassingly easy. The conquest of white cunt
consisted of simply informing the sobbing young
white bitches that unless they stripped and sucked my
nine inch black cock their husbands would be getting
their final pay check this next Friday. As they begged
for their husband's pitiful livelihood, I gently placed
my hands around their head and pulled their
frightened faces towards my hard black cock. After
they sucked my black seed down their sweet throats I
gave them the schedule of my next visit. I told them
that I would be calling them where they were to meet
me and also the appropriate attire. They were also
grilled about the birth control method they were on
and since most could only afford condoms I mocked
them that if they satisfied my needs I would use a
rubber; if they displeased me I would fuck the little
bitches bareback and they could take their chances
with my potent black seed.

The master plan of course consisted of impregnating
the most desirable of my white boy wives and thus
cruelly mock their husbands when their wives
produced a bouncing black baby. Using this method
it would be only months before I obtained total
domination of the dirt poor back water cuckolds browniehole we all
called home.

Now that I have outlined the master plan, I will tell
you of the fourth visit, I made that hot July afternoon.

Karen Saunders was the most desirable beauty in the
entire county. She was only eighteen but had an inner
sexual aura that oozed from her every action. Her
natural long blonde hair careened over her petite
shoulders. Her breasts were small, but firm and
topped with rock hard pencil sized nipples and quarter
sized pink aerola. Her long legs were perfectly tanned
and her tight stomach reached down to her lightly
covered tight pussy. To entice her hard working
husband she had trimmed the soft down to a very a
small "V" pointing to the tight and desirable treasure.

Her husband, David, worked all the over time he
could in order to provide his beauty with all the small
things that he could. However, the long hours and
back breaking work caused the young husband to be
near exhaustion when he arrived home. For the last
several years his ability to sexually satisfy his
beautiful wife was constantly in question. Once he
lost confidence in his ability to obtain erection of his
average size cock, the failures multiplied. With his
exhaustion, and the ongoing problem of impotence he
shied away when his desirable wife initiated sexual
coupling.

I arrived at David & Karen's rusting mobile home at
about four in the afternoon. The mobile home was in
the middle of the trailer park and my new white
Lincoln townhouse made a sharp contrast to the drab
and decaying surroundings. As I walked to the door I
noticed that the shades of the adjoining windows were
taking in every step. Under normal circumstances a
black man would not be allowed to call upon a young
white married housewife. I smiled as I tapped on the
mobile home door; these of course were not normal
times. A man with money commands respect, and I
was the man with the most money in this town, where
time forgot.

The good and proper Mrs. Karen Saunders appeared
at the door wearing a white tank top, without benefit
of bra and cutoff jeans which defined her long tanned
legs. She became startled as she looked down at me
standing at her door. Quickly looking around her eyes
returned to me and she quietly asked; "Mr.
Washington, what brings you to this neighborhood?"

"Hello Karen. May I come in?" I quickly answered. I
could sense that the beautiful wife standing before me
was searching her mind trying to come up with an

excuse to not let me enter. "There are some problems
at the plant and I think it would be best if we spoke
inside," I calmly stated, looking around the drab
mobile home park.

As Karen looked at her neighbors, she decided it
would be best if I entered her home; the home that she
shared with her outwardly desirable husband of three
years. She and Rob had married when she was fifteen
and he had taken her precious cherry.

Nervously she stepped aside as I leisurely sauntered
into the clean but sparse mobile home. The under
powered air conditioner struggled but could not keep
up with the late afternoon heat.

I walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I'm thirsty,
bring me a lemonade over ice," I commanded.

Somewhat shocked by the cavalier attitude I took,
Karen nervously looked around and finally went to
the small kitchen and made my lemonade. As she
meekly approached I patted the seat next to me on the
sofa. "Please join me. I have something that I need to
tell you about the plant."

Very hesitantly she slid beside me after handing my
lemonade. She kept her long legs tightly together and
looked deeply into my eyes without saying anything.

"I'm afraid that the plant will have to lay off nearly
fifteen workers. I need to increase the profitability of
the plant and discovered that the remaining workers
could accomplish the same work if they are motivated
a little. I can't think of a better way to motivate them
than cut a fourth of the freeloaders," I quietly stated.

As I looked into the pretty blonde's blue eyes, I could
see the apprehension spread over worried face.
Finally she looked up and asked the obvious question,
"What will happen to David?" Her voice was shaking
and her red coated lips tremred.

"Well... I'm afraid... " I start to say, secretly smiling
again when I see her face turn to horror.

"But, we just got a another car and we have many
bills that we are behind on," she says, tears starting to
fill her eyes, she quickly looks away trying to hide her
tears, "David said that everything at work was going
great and..."

"Well,... " I start, my hand taking her trembling hand,
I gently caress it, "you know that he doesn't have to
be laid off."

Grasping at my latest opening she desperately looks
into my dark and forbidding eyes and mutters, "He
doesn't have to... " Rubbing the tears from her eyes
she looks back at me.

"No, he doesn't have to. It is of course up to me. I
decide who stays... and who goes." I state, feeling my
long black cock start to harden.

"You do ?" she questions.

"Yes, you see I have already been to see some of the
other wives. And well... let's just say they cooperated.
And their husband's will not be laid off. I stopped by
and was wondering if you wanted to help your husband
retain his job?"

Pleadingly, the beautiful white wife looks into my
face. "Well, yes of course, I want to help my
husband."

A lewd smile crept over my face as I pulled her
beautiful hand down to my crotch. My black dick
hardened as the delicate fingers grasped and then
abruptly pulled away.

"Oh no; I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband," begs
the beautiful Karen.

"Before you say no, I would suggest that you think of
your husbands and your future. How long could you
survive without your husband's job ?" I mocked. As I
asked the question, I let my right hand fall to the
delightful knee and gently slide my large black hand
up the tender and tanned flesh of Karen's inner thigh.

"No, please..." she whimpers.

"OK, fine... your husband can look for a new job.
Ohhh yes, and he can forget about using me as a
reference. In fact, he will have a hard time getting
another job. I'll make sure of that."

Karen starts to sob as I get up and turn to leave.
"Wai... please wait... " she whimpers.

I turn back, facing her, looking down at her on the
couch. "Yes?" I ask.

"Please don't make me do this... please, oh god
please," she sobs.

I turn to leave. "You're wasting my time bitch; I'll
find another white bitch wife." I mock as I turn to
leave.

"No please... I..." she says hesitating. lowering her
head, whimpering "OK."

I smile, stepping back, facing the beautiful vision. I
put my hands on my hips, waiting. She hesitates.
"Come on Bitch!! I don't have all day!" I yell down
at her.

She slides up to the edge of the couch. Her trembling
hands slowly reach up. Her fingers grab the zipper of
the slacks of my Italian silk suit. I look up, a big
leering smiles on my face, as I look around this pitiful
broken down mobile home. I smile wider when I hear
and feel my zipper being pulled down.

I feel her small hand sliding into my slacks. Her
fingers wrapping around my thick black cock, hearing
her gasp. She struggles to pull my cock through. I
wait patiently, she finally pulls my thick black cock
out. I look down and smile, as I see her eyes wider
than ever, her mouth handing open, asking "I guess
you have never seen a black cock before?" She
slowly nods her head.

I smile, "Come on bitch, wrap those red lips around
my black cock."

Karen cautiously takes my cock into her wet and
warm oral cavity. She licks the large purple head like
a lollipop. During her three years of marriage she has
not been exposed to anything but the traditional
missionary style of intercourse; and very sparingly the
last six months. She feels a sticky dew forming in the
crotch of her tight cut off jeans. As she becomes
comfortable with the thick purple head she struggles
but eventually gathers in another three inches of my
thick black cock. As she struggles to suck in the rock
hard cudgel, I mock the meek white housewife. "I
guess with your precious David you don't have such a
hard time getting his puny cock in your mouth?"
Her distraught mind reels; thinking about the limp and
useless cock of her husband. The long, thick hard
black cock is causing her nipples to rub themselves
raw against the course tank top. Her white panties are
soaked with her woman dew as she struggles to suck
in even more of the pleasure producing cock. She
cannot fathom the hardness or the size. Her
husband's less than ample manhood is all that the near
virginal bride has ever experienced and at this point in
her life leaves much to desire.

As my cock hardens, I start to thrust my hips, grinding
my black cock against the back of Karen's throat. As
she starts to gag I feel my nut sack gather their
precious discharge. I quickly grab Karen's hands as
she struggles with the huge log wedged in her tightly
constricting throat. One final quick thrust brings on
my explosion of black seed into the wet and tight
throat of the precious Mrs. David Saunders. Karen
sucks my precious fluid until I let her hands go and
she drops to the worn carpet. As her lips disengage
from my black cock the sticky discharge drags a line
of sperm from my purple head to her chin. Her eyes
close and she tries to blot out her distasteful

presentation.

I step forward and work out the remaining sperm from
my now dwindling manhood. It drops to her long
tanned legs and her eyes spring open as she feels the
warm sticky discharge coat her beautiful legs.

"What birth control do you use?" I question.
Startled, Karen looks up and meekly answers, "The
only thing we can afford is condoms."

I straddle the prone housewife and kneewalk until my
wet and dripping cock is resting on the still covered
precious breasts. I let the still leaking cock coat the
tank top bringing the nipples to their second erection
of the afternoon. As she stares apprehensively into
my dark eyes I shock the young housewife again,
"You displeased me by your hesitation. I will call you
later this week. Since you are such a cock hungry
bitch your stud fee will be fifty dollars."
Karen, started to protest, but then let her comment
evaporate. She knew that she had no options open
with her husband's black boss straddling her aroused
and cum soaked body.

"If you please me I will use a rubber. If you choose to
disobey me again our next meeting will leave you
with your pussy full of black seed," I sneered.

Rising, I zipped my pants and slowly walked to the
door. When I reached the fragile door, I turned to get
one more peek at the prone beauty breathing heavily
on her elbows. Her face, with my black spunk
dripping off her chin was full of anxiety... and of
arousal.

"Yes, I thought... Mrs. David Saunders will make a
very nice plaything for my many planned adventures."
As I exited the faded trailer I smiled as I felt the many
eyes scoping my every move. As I drove out the park
I knew that David would be the recipient of many
questions this hot summer night.

Mrs. Karen Saunders was totally on edge the next
several days after oral satisfying her husband's
dominant black boss. The beauty had only on the
rarest occasions satisfied her own husband with her
oral charms. Her husband, David, was having a hard
time at the run down manufacturing plant. His black
boss had ****** the word that his black foreman
was to give David all the dirtiest and most unpleasant
jobs and the foreman carried out the instruction to a
tee. The more exhausted and stressed out that David
was had a direct impact on his ability (and desire) to
make love to his stunning beautiful wife.

It was nearly a week before the Black Boss made his
phone call. Michael knew that the longer he delayed
the phone call the more that the precious and desirable
Mrs. Karen Saunders would be on edge. Michael
enjoyed the conquest as much as he enjoyed the
depraved sexual pleasures that were at the end of the
conquest train.

When the phone rang, with its distinctive high pitched
screech, Karen looked apprehensively at the solid
black device. Putting her delicate fingers around the
headset , lifting it, she softly answered, "Hello."

Michael let her wait several long moments before he
spoke his first words. By the time that he uttered the
trembling wife his first order, Karen Saunders was
completely distraught. "Mrs. Saunders ?"

Karen, her hands shaking, and her lips quivering,
finally answered the deep black voice on the other end
of the phone line, "Yes, Mr. Washington."

"I told you to not allow your husband access to your
body this week. Have you obeyed me ?" came the
arrogant response.

"I have not allowed David to have sex with me Mr.
Washington. He wanted to on several occasions but I
told him that I had a headache," answered the
trembling housewife.

"I want you to come to my office at the plant. But
first... I want to tell you what I expect you to wear.
I would suggest that you don't disappoint me my dear,"
continued the arrogant black fuck master.

The black waited a short time before continuing;
allowing the trembling housewife to absorb his
instructions. "From now on I expect my little
plaything to never wear a dress or skirt that is longer
than six inches about your knee. You are not allowed
to wear a bra from this point on; especially since your
little titties don't need support anyway," he mocked.

"When you come, you best bring your husband's
condoms. Once you get here if you look presentable
enough I may let you put one on my black cock before
I fuck you Mrs. Saunders. And Mrs. Saunders...
don't forget to bring your black stud fee," he smirked.
Karen, nearly in shock, carefully absorbed the
humiliating orders.

After Michael Washington hung up the phone, Karen
slid down the kitchen counter and sit on the spotless
kitchen floor. Her heart was pumping and there was a
light sheen of perspiration covering her entire body.
The pencil sized nipples on her small but perfect
breasts were jutting against the white cotton blouse.

Her hand slowly dropped to the tight cutoffs and
stroked the puffy outer pussy lips. They were already
red engorged before her hand made the journey and
she felt her woman dew coat her pretty white panties.

After a few moments she came to her senses; looked
around the small kitchen in her mobile home and
hurriedly made her way to her and her husband's
small bedroom. She rapidly pulled the white blouse
off and wiggled out of the tight cutoffs. Once they
dropped to the floor, she pulled the damp white
panties off and pulled her best black lace panties from
her bureau drawer. She pulled her thin black garter
and black thigh high hose from the drawer and sat on
the bed before pulling the soft garments up her long
and tanned legs. Pulling the closet doors open she
selected a short dark blue skirt with matching vest. A
shirt should have been worn under the sleeveless vests
but Karen decided to forgo the blouse. As she started
to leave the bedroom she remembered one more
needed item. Turning she opened the door to the
night stand and removed three of her husband's
condoms. With the needed protection in her small
hands she scampered to the door of the overheated
trailer.

Once she reached her ten year old dilapidated car she
sped the nine miles to the dingy rundown plant.
When she turned into the fence protecting the sixty
year old plant her mind raced to one item that escaped
her heretofore distraught mind. "What if she ran into
her husband. How would she explain her slut like
appearance ?"

Quickly looking around she nearly ran to the stairs
leading to the office. As she burst into the outer
office she felt a surge of relief overtake her frightened
mind. As she shut the door behind her she looked
directly at Michael Washington's secretary; a tall and
stunning black girl with a faint sneer on her face.

Karen meekly stated, "I have an appointment with Mr.
Washington."

"May I tell him who you are ?" asked the black girl,
sizing up the distraught young housewife.

"My name is Mrs. Karen Saunders," the young
housewife timidly stated.

When his secretary told him that his latest plaything
was waiting, he arrogantly told his secretary to have
her wait. He realized that there were no chairs in the
outer office and it amused him that the housewife
would be that much more distressed, when after
twenty minutes, he allowed her to enter his inner
sanctum.

As Mrs. Karen Saunders meekly entered the luxurious
office, she walked to the front of his massive desk.
Fidgeting, she looked at the dominant black lover that
less than a week ago she had sucked to climax.
"Well, what do you wish Mrs. Saunders," asked the
large black boss.

Karen looked down bewildered at the question. In her
mind she was here because the black bastard leisurely
sitting in his large chair wanted to stick his large,
thick black pole up her tender pussy. She was here
because unless she willingly submitted to his lewd
demands her husband would lose his job. And she was
here because, because her pussy was secreting a
torrent of sticky woman creme in her black lace
panties and her rock hard nipples were thrusting
against the abrasive hard cloth of her dark blue vest.

She was here because, because she wanted this black
bastard to ram his nine inch steel hard black cock up
her dripping cunt. And finally; because her white boy
husband had never aroused her like this black asshole,
who was making her beg for him to fuck her.

"I don't know what you want me to say," the petite
housewife finally answered
Amused, Michael Washington, the black fuck master,
looked into the frightened housewife standing before
him and gave her the answer. "The reamister you are
here Mrs. Saunders is to get your fix of black cock.
Whenever you are asked this question again your
proper response is that you are here for your black
stud service. Do you understand?"

Frightened; unsteady on her black patent high heels;
and with a deep and never ending throbbing of her
red engorged pussy lips she softly stated, "I'm here
to get my black cock fix."

"Have you brought my fee ?" questioned Michael
Washington.

Humiliated further, Karen reached into her small
purse and produced five ten dollar bills. It
represented nearly twenty per cent of her husband's
take home pay. As she pulled the bills out of the
purse the three rubbers fell to the floor. She stooped

Michael finally succumbs to the pleasure that the
frantic housewife is producing and feels his nut sack
explode its life producing fluid into the clenching
pussy. Michael's climax ignites the screaming
housewife's own delayed release and Michael lets the
screaming woman continue to thrust against his still
hard cock. He rests on his haunches while Karen
continues her inhuman writhing. Her thrusting
continues for nearly ten minutes as she reaches
orgasm after orgasm. Michael never allows the young
beauty access to his five inches that he held in reserve
for their next meeting.

At long last Karen finally burns herself out and falls
against the back of the sofa in total exhaustion. Her
sweat coated body continues to throb as her heart
muscle finally catches up with her total sexual climax.

After what seemed an eternity, Karen opens her weary
eyes and looks down her tight body. Her hard nipples
had finally returned to their normal softness. She
raises slightly and sees the soft fleece lined pussy hair
matted with the black's man cum. The abundant
black sperm was dripping from her still quaking pussy
lips and falling to the carpet. Her eyes focus on
Michael as he caught the dripping sperm between his
fingers and brings the fingers to her lips, where he
coated them with the salty tasting sticky covering.

Her tongue snakes out and she tastes the discharge.
He then coats her body with the drippings and she did
not resist.

Finally, at long last he rose and gave a final order,
"Clean me."

Without hesitation Mrs. Karen Saunders slides from
the couch and brought her searching tongue to the
now semi hard black cock. The cock was still
dripping and Karen carefully captured each drop as
she bathed it with her tongue and lips. After cleaning
the black cock, she searched for the huge nut sack
which she expertly sucked into her wet mouth;
cleaning her black master thoroughly.

Michael then rose and walked to his desk where he
sits down and watches the pretty housewife put on her
wrinkled and soaked clothing. He does not speak and
the housewife shot back to reality meekly dresses.

Humbly she walked towards the door and fatigued
makes her way down the long stairs to the parking lot
below. She reaches her car as the plant was
discharging it's tired group of employees. When
David comes out he is surprised to find his pretty wife
by the office door. Waving he scurries over to where
she is standing.

Reaching her at the same time that Michael
Washington exited the office door the three stared at
each other. David was perplexed why his wife would
be at the factory. Karen merely stared at the ground
as she felt Michael's sperm exit her pussy hole and
drop down the inside of her thighs.

Michael was the first to speak... "Here are your
husband's rubbers Mrs. Saunders," as he handed the
Trojan lubricated rubbers to Karen's outstretched
hands.

He was amused at the startled looks of the husband
and wife standing before him. Meekly, Karen
extended her hand and retrieved the unused condoms
from the huge black paw of her ravisher.

"Before you leave Mrs. Saunders... I want you to give
me your black panties. I would like them for a
souvenir of our little meeting this afternoon," mocked
the huge black master standing before the startled
husband and wife.

A number of the other workers had converged on the
small assemble and stood around with a puzzled look
on their faces not knowing what was transpiring.
Their startled faces became ashen as Mrs. Karen
Saunders lifted her short skirt and quickly lowered her
black panties. Humiliated, her hands trembling she
extended her hand with the panties to the black plant
owner. Michael did not retrieve his prize immediately
but let the beautiful housewife continue to offer her
panties in front of the assemred plant workers.

At long last; after nearly a minute he retrieved the
panties and brought the soaked panties to his nose and
inhaled the sweet mixture of black sperm and white
pussy juice.

Turning to reenter his office he offered his parting
statement, "I'll call you when I want you again Mrs.
Saunders." He then opened the door and disappeared
leaving the couple and assemred enthronged staring at
each other.

David felt completely drained as he stood before his
fellow co-workers after seeing his beautiful wife
willingly give her panties to his domineering black
boss. What he did not realize was his trip to hell was
just starting.