This is a story of non-consensual interracial sex and mind control. Constructive critic feedback is welcome. Insults by wee willy white boys are disgusting.
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Mary first met Jim's employer at her wedding three years previously. The best way to describe him would be a black, ugly, old prick. If that wasn't enough, he was also rude, overbearing, and demanding around white women. Maybe, having money and owning a construction company gave him the idea he could treat people like dirt. Being the boss of practically every man at the wedding was another reason he strutted around like an over-sized peacock.
It was strange, but he always treated the black wives with respect. Another thing, he had a beautiful wife half his age and she seemed to worship him. Mary couldn't understand what his problem was, and frankly, didn't give a damn.
Two years later, at the tender age of 25, Mary gave birth to a beautiful daughter. She had avoided Jim's boss whenever possible. The few times they had met, he always leered as he stared at her breasts, or long trim legs.
Twice in the past, she and Jim had been invited to the jerks home for a barbecue and swim in their pool. His name was really Robert, but she preferred thinking of him as dickhead. That was another thing, he was always having white couples to his home, but never invited his black employees.
Jim came home Friday afternoon and greeted her with a big hug, as he said. "Honey, pack your bags. We're invited to spend the weekend with Bob and Gina at their beach house. I think he may give me the Foreman's job at the new shopping mall we're going to be working on."
"We can't go away for a weekend! We have a six month old baby! Remember?" Mary exclaimed. "Besides, I don't care if he is your boss, I can't stand him and that wise ass mouth of his."
"Honey, don't be that way. I know we have a baby, but your Mother said she would keep her whenever we wanted time alone. I'm thinking about the baby, and the mortgage, and the car note. I need this Foreman's job and the extra money. You like Gina well enough."
"Sure, I like Gina and I have never understood why she married such a jerk. Promise me you will try and keep him away from me." Mary asked.
"Okay, Honey! He must be 60 years old. All he can do is stare and leer at beautiful women." Jim laughed. "He's just a harmless old man trying to relive his dreams of youth."
Dickhead Robert lived up to Mary's expectations, by staring at her shapely body in her skimpy two piece bikini. A few times, he made suggestive remarks when Jim wasn't within hearing. Once, Mary told Jim what was going on, but he wanted the Foreman's job so bad, he just brushed it away as an over imagination. Gina couldn't help but know what was happening, but she ignored her husband's words and actions. Mary was uncomfortable every minute, not knowing what was going to happen next. One time in the pool, he actually grabbed her ass. Another time, he cupped her breasts when nobody was looking. Mary was a nervous wreck, trying to avoid Robert and his wandering hands.
Late Saturday afternoon, the two men went to a local bar on the beach. Finally, Mary had some peace and quiet. When Gina suggested they open a bottle of chilled wine and relax around the pool, Mary was thrilled. With the men gone, Gina removed her top and Mary soon did the same. Gina really was a nice person when Robert wasn't around. She had a statuesque ebony body and breasts larger than Mary's.
The bottle was almost empty, when Gina said, "I"m going to drag my butt to bed, if I can ever get off my drunk ass."
"I don't think I have the energy to move right now. I'm going to enjoy the evening a little longer. I'll see you in the morning." Mary replied.
Mary vaguely heard the men enter and go upstairs. Her husband sounded as if he was very drunk. Mary was too relaxed and comfortable to offer her help. She just didn't have the energy to put up with a drunk and his amorous advances.
laying on the chaise, tipsy from the wine and half asleep, she felt her heavy breasts being fondled. Instantly wide awake, and looking down, she saw two large, brown hands clasped around her mounds and tweaking the sensitive nipples. She knew without looking up, it was her husband's fucking boss!
"My God! You've got your nerve! Stop this instant! I'll scream my head off, if you don't leave me alone!" Mary snarled, as she tried removing his hands. He slapped her breasts, first one, then the other. She had never experienced such excruciating pain in her life. One long drawn out scream escaped, followed by sobbing whimpers.
"My dear wife and your wimp husband are passed out drunk. Scream all you want! See how much good it will do you!" Robert smirked.
Finally, able to get air into her lungs, Mary took a deep breath and screamed. Robert slapped her repeatedly, rocking her head back and forth, effectively cutting off the screams. "Listen bitch, and listen good! You think I don't know why you are always dressing sexy and shaking your ass around me? You want a real man! You want me to fuck your white pussy with my big cock!"
"No! No! You're mistaken! I dress like everyone else my age! I dress for myself and my husband, not you! I don't want to have sex with you! I never have! Please, let me go. I"ll never say anything to Jim or Gina! Please!" Mary was begging now.
Robert had been in the construction business all his life. He had gotten older and accumulated a little extra weight, but he was still very strong. He outweighed Mary by more than a hundred pounds and knew he could do anything that struck his fancy. Right now, he wanted to humiliate her! He was going to show her that being white didn't make her better than him. He had raped dozens of white wives in the last thirty years. Never, had one failed to be satisfied and not come back for more. She was just another white slut secretly wanting a black man's cock stuck up her pussy.
He had lusted after her body from the first time he saw her at the wedding ceremony. Robert knew she had always tried to avoid him and that made this moment so much sweeter. This was his chance to show her just what his big cock could do.
