Ruby stared out of her office window, through the heavy drizzle, at the throng of blacks assembled on the road. What a sorry bunch of losers, she thought as she read the abusive placards being waved by most of them. None of them knew the facts of the case yet here they were, entitled motherfuckers, trying to tarnish her reputation with lies and deception.
She had been a member of parliament for less than six months when the whole issue of planning rights on the grounds of the New Century Evangelical Church landed on her desk. On close investigation by Ruby and her experienced legal advisors, the plans to build luxury homes had been approved correctly. There was nothing wrong with the decision, and the Church had been offered many many opportunities to respond, but failed to do so. As the Member of the UK Parliament for the area she could therefore do nothing.
Now here she was, accused of corruption, bias and even racism, by the largely black congregation. All the accusations were totally unfair and unfounded, but the mud would stick and tarnish her reputation. She knew she needed to act quickly to limit the damage but wondered how. Should she march down to the road side and have it out with this mob of angry blacks? Call their leaders up to her office and mediate, or respond in writing?
She pondered all this when her sexy secretary Monaza came in with tea and biscuits. Ruby admired the Pakistani law student Monaza. She saw a lot of herself in the feisty young woman. Like Ruby when she was twenty one , Monaza wore her hair long and without the Hijab. Today she was in pin stripe blazer, skinny jeans and very high heels. Her hair was long, down past her waist and it shimmered as Monaza walked.
"They can't be ignored Rubes, nor can they be moved on", said Monaza standing with her hands on her hips. "Never start an argument with a coon. They will never let it go whether they're right or wrong".
Ruby nodded in agreement.
"I know sweetie. I know, but what to do heh what to do?
Monaza clasped her hands together in the shape of a gun and aimed a volley of imaginary shots at the throng of sorry coons down below.
"Pow Pow Pow."
They both laughed and enjoyed the tea and biscuits.
"My gosh you never get fat", declared Monaza.
"Nor you dear," she replied.
"Yeah but I work out like mad Ruby whereas you barely move and yet you still have a figure like a dancer. Your husband must be all over you like a rash every night hee-hee". Monaza liked goading her Bangladeshi milf boss.
Ruby blushed and shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she nervously straightened her figure-hugging gold Abaya. Sex was an afterthought in her marriage. It had never been great, but now aged 40 and her husband aged 50, their irregular encounters were merely short semi-wrestling sessions in the pitch dark.
Monaza however, unbeknown to her MP boss had a very very strong preference for black men. She hid it well under her racist attitudes towards negros but she had first gone black at 18, and never been back. Now 25 she had dated a string of blacks, and had a large number of interracial one-night stands during and in between relationships. Her parents despaired at her inability to choose a suitable mate from a long list of cousins and suitors. If only they knew! If only Ruby knew!
Looking out of the window Monaza could see a lot of fit black men in the throng, young and old. She actually preferred the older black man. The one she was fucking at the moment was a 60-year-old with the body of a 30-year-old and the stamina to match. The nigger had a cock longer than her forearm and ruined her Pakistani sluice every time they fucked, and when he came inside her! Oh my gosh it was so so deep in her pussy and there was so much jizz it felt like he was pissing inside her!
She knew Ruby was in Westminster for PMs questions tomorrow. It might give her the chance to arrange a rendezvous with one of the niggers in the crowd below. Yes, she would arrange it. Fucking blacks at home was high risk and she very nearly got caught by her mother last week. Much better to do it in Ruby's office when she was away.
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Monaza exited the building to get them both lunch and was caught out a little by the size of the black crowd. Jeez there were at least two hundred, mostly male, mostly middle aged or older. Great just perfect for my tastes, thought Monaza, as she approached a cluster of older bulls waving Bibles and shouting up at Ruby's office. She almost licked her glossy lips as a warm feeling of anticipation coursed through her lust fuelled Pakistani pussy.
God, I have to have one of these coons, she said to herself. She always found religious bulls more passionate in bed. More repressed so they let off more steam when fucking.
She stopped next to a cluster of blacks and asked to speak to someone in charge. A tall, lean mature bull approached her and spoke in a deep husky voice. He towered over Monaza and made her weak at the knees!
"Lady we need to speak to this MP Ruby Azeez. Can you help?"
"Yeah I am her PA. Do you want to arrange something? Tomorrow is good as she is in Parliament today." She lied blatantly. Ruby was in parliament tomorrow. If he came to the office Monaza would seduce him for certain. He was already checking her out, his hungry eyes examining her hot figure and beautiful face.
"What time tomorrow please?"
"If you cum at mid-day should be ok sir. I will block her diary for 2 hours. Is that ok?"
"Thank you we are so grateful. My name is Carlos, I am the lead Pastor for New Century Evangelical Church and I shall be talking to madam MP tomorrow."
He reached out to shake her hand and she obliged. He had hands like spades. Huge with long long fingers. His skin was thick and velvety. She imagined the skin that adorned his black cock was the same. Monaza almost quivered with lust and felt dizzy. He was going to be huge for certain. She made a mental note to bring lubrication to the party.
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Monaza was dressed to kill the next day and got plenty of looks from pretty much every man on the train to work. She wore 5-inch silver fuck me stilettos, seamed black stockings, mini skirt, red suspenders, black crotchless panties, frilly red hold ups. She was bra-less in anticipation of the black cock fucking she wanted so her milky 34D cups were free and swinging from her chest. She also wore her favourite large hooped ear rings, something she knew black men liked. In fact, one of her former nigger studs had once told her that the larger the hoops, the bigger the whore. Today's pair were as large as her face. In short, she was dressed to kill and she knew it. She felt confident it would work on the Pastor. In her bag was an ample supply of poppers to relax those vaginal muscles in case he was just too big!
