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Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 02

By: michaelwimphusband



Chapter Two of a true story

Following the humiliating events of his college days Myron went to work for a small, executive firm in Marketing and Development. There, he honed his skills and climbed the corporate ladder very well over the next 12 and a half years. He saved nearly every dime he could in the hopes of providing for his future and future wife. Hopefully, someday a family as well. 

Myron, the 6' 7" tall and 224 lb. pencil-necked and noticeably nerdish white man was now completely entrenched into adulthood. He had moved back home after college to live with his mom and dad. He father passed away less than five years later. But, his mother's house had already been paid for and the insurance, as well as the small nest egg left by his deceased father, had taken care of the rest. 

This allowed Myron to save most of the money he was earning in the corporate world and to make a few small investments along the way. It was not nearly enough to retire on as he reached his early 30's, but it was more than enough to get out on his own. He could live comfortably. 

But, Myron felt at ease living at home with his mom. He liked the umbrella of security this provided. He spent many Saturday nights baking chocolate chip cookies and watching romance movies with her. These movies soon became Myron's favorite ones as well. 

Myron watched these movies and longed for the day he would meet the woman of his dreams.  

But, while his career was progressing very nicely, the passive Myron was not nearly as successful with the women. Nor, was he even close to meeting a woman he could settle down with.

Despite his very tall stature, Myron remained more of the weakling type with a "weaker" looking chin and a noticeably underdeveloped physique. His overall physical appearance was soft, shy and timid, and this matched his personality. 

His success in the business world had been attributed more to his analytical skills rather than his aggressiveness in this so-called concrete jungle.

In the 12 years that followed graduation Myron had only 3 very short-lived love interests. All of these women ended the courtship relatively fast, many disappointed by Myron's ultra-passive nature and lack of taking charge in the bedroom. 

Unbeknownst to Myron, they had been disappointed by the 6' 7" 224 lb. man's lack of sexual prowess, and the barely 5" less than thick cock which he so unproudly possessed.

Myron was far from a sexual-dynamo, and he knew it. Yet, he had hoped to find a woman who would see him for the loving and caring man he was. Someone who would accept what he always thought was an "average" sized cock and a better life. 

That woman would be Mona Carter. 

At the age of 34, Myron was recruited by a larger corporation about 40 miles from the city. Although this could mean moving away from his sweet and adoring mom, it was an offer he found very difficult to refuse. 

With a tearful eye, Myron explained this career opportunity to his mom. She was quite receptive to the idea as she had felt for so long that her son would benefit from this change, like this one. 

With that approval Myron accepted the position. 

He proceeded to purchase a large home in a beautiful, upper-to-middle-class suburb. He also purchased a smaller cottage-style home in another nearby suburb for his mother, no more than 10 miles away.

Although Myron was having second thoughts about the mom and living apart from her, Myron's mom continued to encourage the decision. She told him that it was finally time to cut those apron strings loose and find himself a wife to settle down with. Myron hesitantly shook his head in agreement. He could not disagree with the wise words of his loving mother. 

"Yes, okay mom. I know you're right". Myron said.

His frightened and somewhat saddened voice was not even that convincing to himself. Nevertheless, the decision became final. 

With the new corporation things seemed to fall in place for the "nerdish" Myron. His career was beginning to progress at an even faster rate, moving to upper-management with just 2 months. Despite the snobbish all-white suburb where he now resided, and a very high mortgage, he knew he had made a sound career decision. 

He now had a beautifully-detailed 5-bedroom home with an inground pool in a very upscale area. A 30 foot private and secluded deck complimented the home. 

"This was a nice investment". He reasoned. 

Still, Myron remained conservative in all other aspects of his life. He drove a 6-year old mid-sized Ford and continued to put away as much of his remaining salary as possible. He made a few other minor investments along the way but mostly lived a life of someone barely making ends meet. He never truly splurged. 

After five months on the job Myron finally met Mona. 

Mona Carter was a 23-year-old intern at the time, and she soon graduated. She graduated from an all-girl's catholic academy in the midwest. To Myron, she couldn't have been more beautiful. She was ravishing. A true vision.  

Mona Carter was the epitome of grace and beauty. She stood 5' 6" tall and weighed a trim yet voluptuous 122 lbs., with fair skin and a 34D bustline. Her trim 23" waist and taut 35" hips was a true reflection of the many years she had spent as a youth in dance and ballet. 

Her long, brilliant blonde hair, in profusion, and bright violet-blue eyes highlighted a picture-perfect face reflecting her Scandanavian and Norwegian decents. 

Myron had thought she was perfect. 

Mona Carter had been raised by a fairly strict catholic family in a conservative small town. She exclusively attended all-girls' academies since Junior High. And, she was a former teen beauty pageant runner up in her freshman year of high school. She even tried a year of cheerleading at Mathers JHS. 

The angelic and radiant 23-year-old midwestern blonde had only smaller aspirations of a business career. She had bigger aspirations of meeting her knight in shining armor and being well taken care of by him while raising a small family. But, she wanted the better life. She certainly did not want a life where she would struggle to make ends meet as her parents did. 

At the time she would be more than content to have this type of life she envisioned. Mona Carter saw this life well within her grasp when she met Myron. 

In her eyes, Myron was a perfect gentleman. He was a polite, well-mannered and financially well to do man that could provide her with the things she always dreamed about. Like many midwestern girls from her small town she had envisioned being swept away by a successful man and into upper middle class society.   

"So what if he's a bit nerdy." she kept reminding herself. 

She was thinking of the man who seemed to treat her like a princess. "He still has a lot to offer a girl. He is so sweet." she reasoned. 

After a brief courtship, the stunning girl next door married the tall, conservative Myron. They settled into Myron's glorious new home in the burbs almost immediately. 

Myron couldn't have been happier. 

He concentrated on his career even more diligently. Mona took a part time job with a catering company closer to home. Afterall, she really didn't need to work because of her husband's upper level management income and she felt having children and raising a family was more important. More important than some stuffy old business career. She had told a friend.

In the first two years of marriage, though, Myron was unable to provide a child for his strikingly beautiful young wife. Nor could he satisfy her sexually in the way she had hoped for. 

Mona was beginning to feel the disppointment of Myron's small and undernourished looking cock. His once a week, 10 minute attempts to please her left her unfulfilled. Deep down, she also felt that her husband could have tried harder to give her a child. 

But, Mona had quickly grown comfortable in her new lifestyle. The disappointments on the sexual side was something she felt she could live with. She would have to. 

Still, Mona remained quite devoted to her husband. She also remained devoted her part time career in the upper echelon of the catering business. 

This feeling prevailed for many years. 

After 14 years of marriage, Mona had come to the realization, and had accepted, the fact that her taller and wimpier husband would never become the aggressive, take charge type. She had known this for many years, and her hopes to change that diminished with each passing year. 

Mona was beginning to think about that type of man. The type that was opposite of her weakling of a husband. The strong, take-charge type with a stonger sex drive would be nice. She thought about this more often now. 

Despite Mona's numerous attempts to get her husband more "in the mood" and to become "more aggressive" in the bedroom, she failed. 

The ravishing blonde woman tried everything from wearing cheerleader costumes and a myriad of other sexier outfits, to planning romantic vacations in Hawaii and France. She even suggested roleplaying scenes with her as a hooker and her husband as the "john" who picked her up on a street corner. Mona had read that in a woman's magazine one day. It was far from her personality to do so, but she was getting desparate. 

Despite these bold efforts to stir something inside her meek and passive husband, Myron was seldom interested. He was appalled by the suggestions of his younger wife and disinterested in breaking from his normal routine. 

His weak attempts to please her went from a boring once a week to an even more boring twice a month. 

The elegant blonde beauty began trying less and less after these rejections and she simply continued to accept her chosen lifestyle more and more. The first 10 years of marriage were bland and the last 4 years even more vanilla.

She now turned 38, and Myron was 49. Mona had all but given up all hope of ever having a child. She even thought about asking her husband about adoption, but then stopped. She knew her conservative Myron would never stand for that, either. 

At 38, Mona remained a truly stunning woman. She was as beautiful as ever. Her daily aerobics routines and frequent trips to the Woman's Workout facility near her workplace really showed. She was proud of her body. In fact, many others felt she was even more beautiful than she was in her 20's and she still turned many heads. 

At 49, Myron remained passively content in his life. Things had settled into a comfortable routine for him. And, he liked that. He seldom thought about his ex-sweetheat from his college days, Becky Collins, and the failed romantic attempts of the past had not entered his mind for many years. 

That is, until shortly after he received some bad news. 

Myron had heard rumors about his company being sold. The older corporation was beginning to fail and the company he had worked so diligently for, and for the past 14 years, was selling out to a newer, up and coming organization. 

Now, these rumors were real. The takeover and the restructuring of the operation would begin immediately. 

The younger and more progressive company had plans to cut more than 90% of the current staff in favor of their own people. Few, if any, would retain their current positions. And, that would be decided by a 3rd party group during an interview process. 

After the day Myron was interviewed he was chosen to stay with the company. But, he was faced with a limited choice. 

He had a choice of taking a lower graded position as an Assistant Manager with a salary $40k a year less than he was making, or take a $15K payout settlement and face termination. 

Humbled and uncertain about his future prospects, Myron accepted the lower paying position. He reasoned that this new assignment would be fine for the time being, and he could scout around for other opportunities in the same field. 

When he arrived home that night he looked defeated and drained, and he tentatively gave the bad news to his wife. 

Myron's beautiful wife of 14 years appeared concerned. She explained that their savings was still good, but no longer great. She reminded Myron that they had loaned her family over $75K in the past two years and still had mortgages to pay for their home as well as his mom's home. 

"We have enough for you to take off for a year or so while you find another job ... so, why don't you do that". Mona asked. 

With a bit more concern in her voice now, Mona quickly changed her mind. 

"But, then again maybe you should keep this job they gave you for awhile and start looking around for something else". She reasoned. 

"You're right, honey". Myron replied. 

"We can't afford for me to be out of work right now, and at my age I won't be getting too many offers anytime soon". he said in a defeated tone.

"Well, maybe I should also try to get a better job?!" Mona asked. 

But, Mona had not acquired many additional business skills in the past 14 years, except for the catering business. She knew her opportunities would be limited. And, Myron knew this too. 

"No. I think things will be alright". Myron said. 

"This is a good position and I can always move up the ranks again. If not, maybe something else will come along?" He concluded. 

But, the job market was extremely soft at the time, and no offers or even offers to interview came his way. There were no offers in April, May or June as the younger and more progressive company completed the transition.  

That is when Myron was introduced to his new boss, Je'Quon. 

Je'Quon was a 27-year-old handsome black man with a rougher exterior. He had a chiseled and stern face, and dressed like he had a million dollar salary. 

He was considerably-shorter than Myron, standing just 5' 8" tall, but had an incredibly athletic physique and a 30" waist on his powerfully built 185 lb. frame. He was fairly a dark skinned man who seemed to be a cross between the polished former-street gang member type and the more educated college athletic type.

True to this image, Je'Quon had a high school and college career in football at the tailback position and in track.  

One could easily tell by just looking at this younger black man that he was a supremely strong and confidant man, almost arrogant, in appearance. 

He intimidated the docile and yielding Myron tremendously. 

Additionally, the young Je'Quon was just as tough as his appearance. He sat Myron down in his office that first day and laid down the law!

"Listen! I'm not here for any games or corporate bullshit". He began. "Your former group of idiots ran this thing into the ground a long time ago and we're gonna' fix it!" He yelled. 

He seemed almost disgusted by the nervous wimp sitting before him.

"Yes, okay". Myron replied in a timid whisper.

Je'Quon's eyebrows seemed to bend in anger. "Yes, Sir!" he snapped, directing Myron how to address him. 

Myron's face turned a crimson red. "uh, yes, Sir Mr. McWilliams". Myron stuttered. Je'Quon simply sneered, amused by the lack of backbone that his new white male subordinate showed.

"You're dismissed!" Je'Quon ordered.

"Yes, Sir". Myron replied nervously. 

Dismissed by his new boss, Myron drove home feeling humiliated. He was humiliated by the fact that he now had a boss 22 years younger than he was. Even more demeaning for him was the way this young black man spoke to him, as if he were angry that Myron was assigned to him as his assistant rather than some pretty young blonde. 

Je'Quon was a more than demanding boss. Seldom did he ease up on poor Myron and he even started making Myron bring him his coffee in the mornings and early afternoons. 

That first day Je'Quon made that request for coffee was a very humiliating experience for Myron. 

"Listen! I expect coffee on my desk when I sit down, ya' hear that?!" Je'Quon told Myron.

"Y-Yes, Sir". Myron replied.

That day, Myron walked in with the cup of coffee after his boss first ordered it. He had a little cream and sugar off to the side along with it.

Je'Quon was on the phone as Myron entered his boss' newly-decorated office. 

"Sir?" Myron humbly spoke softly, "Did y-you want cream and sugar in that, Sir?" He asked.

Je'Quon held his hand over the phone and placed it down to his broad chest, covering the mouthpiece. 

"What? Do I look like some sorta pussy to you, boy?I drink it black!" He yelled.

Myron was taken back by his new boss' even sharper tone. 

"Y-Yes, Sir". Myron replied, meekly. It was an indirect insult to him as Myron knew all too well that his boss had just seen him preparing his own coffee the day before. Myron took his coffee with two teaspoons of cream and two teaspoons of sugar.

Mona began noticing a difference in her tall, timid husband right away. Myron was now even more stressed out by his job and the new position with the firm. He was also becoming even less active in the bedroom. 

In June, Mona began noticing the reactions of her husband when his new boss would call him on the phone at nights. She often overheard Myron's end of it from a short distance, as she walked by his study. 

"Yes, Sir." Myron said, exasperated.

"Right away, Sir."

"Okay, Sir."

"I'll have that for you tomorrow then, Sir!"

"yes, Sir Mr. McWilliams, Sir."

"I'm sorry, Sir." Myron repeated dozens of times.

These are the words and the worried tone that Mona heard practically every night from her husband's lips. He often tried in vain to cover it up. And, this was occurring nearly every day for the the next two months. 

Seeing her husband so emasculated like that and overhearing some of the muffled yelling coming from that phone as her husband was "scolded" by his new boss was shocking and even embarrassing. 

Mona finally decided to say something.

"Why don't you just quit that job. He sounds like such a bully". she snapped. And, she suggested this many, many times in those first two months. 

Mona persisted. 

"Maybe I should just go and talk to that boss of yours ... I should give him a piece of mind ... who does he think he is ... calling you at all hours ... and making you run back to the office like that all the time?" Mona said in a protective and disturbed tone of voice. 

Myron was humiliated beyond words. His face always seemed beet red when his boss called. "N-No, Mona ... no! Don't do that ... things will get better, I'm sure". He told her. "Please don't make it any worse". He pleaded.

A week later, Mona found a crumpled up note in the inside pocket of her husband's navy suit. It was a note from Myron's boss, but it was only signed with the letter "J". She was shocked by this note.

"Pick up my fuckin' dry-cleaning at Jasper's Dry Cleaning Service on 5th Street". 

"I want all 7 pairs of shoes in my office shined by 9!"

"Have my July report ready by 10!"

The note read like a list of commands. "Oh my gosh!" Mona thought to herself.  

Myron had not yet told his wife anything about his new boss. He had never mentioned the fact that he was 22 years younger than him, either. It was too embarrassing for him to admit that and he had hoped he would land a new job soon. Myron often wondered what his wife would think if she knew. 

Those first two months moved into three. It was now mid August and, still, no other job offers had come. It was more important than ever that Myron stayed working. 

Then one day Mona received a 'flyer' in the mail from the newly-named corporation. 

It was an invitation announcing their upcoming annual company summer picnic. The picnic was to be held at some higher class beach resort by the lake, and read "swimwear recommended, but not required".

Mona grew excited about the invite and immediately grabbed her hand bag to run out and do some shopping. 

She purchased for herself a new red two-piece bikini, to show off her phenomenal-looking body. 


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She also picked out a pair of beach shorts for Myron, a lighter teal pastel colored pair with two yellow ducks printed onto the left leg of them. Mona thought about how cute and young and, well, "fun" they looked. The considerate wife thought this might even show the the rest of the company a lighter and more fun side of her husband. Her intentions were genuine. 

Mona also sent back the invitation with an acceptance, and she excitingly told Myron about it when he arrived home for the night.

Myron nearly fainted.

"What?! No". Myron shouted. "I don't want to go. I'm not going, I hate those things". He stammered, a nearly uncontrollable panic showing on his face. 

Mona was startled by her husband's response.

"What on earth do you mean?... it's only a silly little company picnic?!" she shouted. 

Myron, secretly embarrassed by having such a young boss, repeated his displeasure. 

"I just don't want to go, ok?" He said. 

But, Mona insisted. 

"Well, we are going. I already bought us new suits, and, well if you're not going then I'll just go myself". Mona shouted.

The small arguement ended quickly. 

Defeated, Myron agreed to go ... as long as they would just make an appearance - a brief one - and stay for no more than an hour. 

Mona agreed. 

That next Saturday came too quickly for Myron.

The Friday night before Myron had just been "scolded", once again, by his younger boss Je'Quon. 

But, this was a "scolding" that seemed even more demeaning for her husband, in Mona's eyes. She had just slipped into the house quietly after doing a little last minute shopping when she began to overhear the conversation from the study. Again, she could only hear Myron's end of it.

"No, Sir, I. "

"I'm sorry, Sir".

"Yes, Sir". "Yes, Sir. I did clean them, Sir".

"No, Sir. I'm not an idiot, Sir".

"Yes, Sir. I'll try harder, Sir".

"Yes, Sir. Ok, Sir. I'll go do that right now, Sir. Right away, Sir". Myron quivered. 

As the phone call began to end, Mona scurried back into the kitchen and began putting the groceries away. She didn't want her husband to know she had been listening from a shorter distance. 

Myron walked into the kitchen in aguish, looking as if he was a new puppy dog walking away with his tail between his legs. He was surprised to see Mona there.

"Mona?!" He gasped. "I thought you were...?" He began asking. 

Mona intervened. 

"Your boss again?" she asked. 

Myron looked defeated. 

"Yeah, I gotta go get something from the office". He announced, in a softer whisper.

To Mona, it seemed as if this boss was making Myron run back to the office 2 or 3 times a week, and for the past few months? It finally got to her.

"What?!" Mona shouted. "It's 8 o'clock in the evening! Why would you have to do that?" she began asking. 

But, Myron interupted.

"Please, honey. I, well. I'll be back soon, okay?" He murmured. 

Myron grabbed his keys and scurried out the door. 

He returned an hour later. 

But, now it was Saturday morning and Myron and Mona had prepared for the 4 hour drive up north to this beach resort by the lake. It was a long drive and just past the half way mark Mona began asking questions, again.

"Why did your boss make you run out like that last night?" she asked. 

"What was it this time?" she continued. 

"It was nothing, Mona. Please. Just some reports". Myron answered. 

"What is this boss' name anyway? Your new boss?" she asked.

"Well, it's Mr. McWilliams". he replied. 

Mona paused, then continued. 

"No, No. I mean his first name. What's his first name and who is he?" she said. 

"I can't wait to give that bully of a boss of yours a piece of my mind. I mean, calling you up on the phone like that every night and stressing you out like that!" she went on. 

Myron answered. 

"Honey, don't do that. Please. Don't go saying anything!" Myron said nervously.

"Well, I don't know. I mean." she started, but then paused. Mona continued thinking to herself about how she would just love to tell this new boss off. 

"Well, what is his name is what I asked?" Mona questioned. 

Myron finally responded. 

"Well, his name is Je'Quon. But, again, honey please please don't go starting anything if we see him there. Just don't, okay?". he continued pleading. 

"Je'Quon? His name is Je'Quon?" Mona replied. 

"That name sounds like a black man's name". she stated, confused. 

"Well, yeah. He is black". Myron replied.

Mona was a bit surprised but this little fact since her husband never mentioned that before. Still, it didn't seem to deter her from the fact that she was disturbed by the treatment her husband was getting. 

"He is? Well, I don't care what he is. He has some nerve treating you like that!" she added.

There was dead silence in the car for the last 30 minutes of the drive. 

As they approached the resort, Myron grew more concerned. But, he didn't notice his boss' car in the parking area and eventually gasped a sigh of relief. 

"Well we're here". Myron announced. 

Myron didn't have any plans on associating with his other new co-workers right away. More importantly, he did not want to be around when his new boss showed up, if he decided to show up at all. 

He swiftly escorted his wife over to an area closer to the lake, near some larger sitting rocks about 30 feet from the shore. This area was slightly secluded, a good 75 yards away from where the rest of the group was congregating. 

There, he felt better. Safer. 

The large, wider rocks were very low to the sand and, perhaps, no more than a few inches high. The flat rock Mona sat upon was only about a foot away from Myron's, and to his right. This left her sitting about 8-9 inches higher than Myron's sitting position, closer now to being face to face.

"This is nicer over here". Myron exclaimed. 

Mona seemed more anxious after the long drive. She wanted to move around more and she wanted to meet her husband's new colleagues. 

"Why don't we go over there?..." Mona suggested, pointing to the rest of the crowd under a tent in a distance. 

"Uh-well, okay ... sure ... but, well ... let's just sit here for awhile and enjoy this ... it's really nice over here". Myron proposed. 

Mona unwillingly accepted her nervous husband's proposal for now. For her, it was too much of a hassle to persuade him to do anything else. 

"At least I got him to come to this picnic". she thought.

As Myron and Mona sat there in almost complete silence, it was clear to Mona that her husband was beginning to get a bit nervous. He kept looking over his left shoulder towards the crowd in the distance and making unimportant small talk about the weather and the rocks they sat upon. 

Mona looked amazing in her new red two-piece bikini. She revelled in soaking up the rays of the sun as it drenched her fair skin with warmth. It was a hot August day, 95 degrees, but the humidity wasn't high at all. To her, it was the perfect summer day.  

As Myron continued his insignificant and petty small talk Mona had pretty much alreadt started to zone him out. It had been 10 minutes of boredom, and it was getting more boring with each passing moment. 

That is when she saw him!

A short distance away, perhaps no more than 20 yards from where she sat with her husband, she noticed a young black man casually strolling into her line of sight. 

He was the most incredible physical speciman she had ever laid her eyes upon!

He stood 5' 8" with an absolutely chiseled body on a perfect 185 lb. frame. His dark chocolate skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight as his scuplted chest and six pack abs looked like they had been carved from granite. He had a trim waist, thick and powerful muscular thighs, and his massive arms truly looked like they were built for arsenals of destruction. His left arm was adorned with a tattoo of a black cobra.

Mona appeared startled by the sight of this black man. It was he carried himself, so confidently and bold. Even more startling to her was the absolute monstrosity of a bulge on clear display in the front pouch of the opaque neon-purple colored bikinis that he was wearing so proudly. 

The massive bulge stretching against this man's flimsy bikini pouch seemed to be a mirage. To Mona, it couldn't be real?! 

"It just couldn't be?" she thought.

The protruding pouch was blatantly obvious to her and stood out, magnificently, even from that distance. It was almost obscene in the way that man's thick, full package simply "jutted" out nearly four full inches from his tightly ripped dark body. It hung low and heavy between his dark, commanding thighs. 

The ultra-thin lycra spandex fabric of that light-neon-purple bikini contrasted with his deep, rich dark brown skin, enhancing it's display. 

This man seemed to look away from them, uncaringly, and towards the main crowd in the distance. He moved in the slow, calculating way a black panther moves as he continued his call.

Mona gasped as she studied the young, imposing figure from a short distance away. It was difficult for her to remove her eyes from that herculean sized bulge. 

The opaque fabric of that little neon-purple bikini seemed to be about as thin and flimsy as the nylon tights she wore to her aerobics classes?! She gazed upon his well-defined masculinity and rippled muscular asscheeks as he continued to keep his back to her.  

When the black god turned slowly and ever so slightly to the side, her focus was clearly on that preposterously-large front pouch protruding from his artistically carved body. 

"How could anyone not notice that enormous package he was carrying?" Mona continued thinking. It was 'that' obtrusive!

Mona gasped for yet another breath of air. She continued to look on in utter disbelief. 

It truly was as if this young black adonis had those flimsy, little thin-sided bikinis custom-made with a puposely medium-size backside portion to cover his well scuplted asscheeks and a double X large front pouch to contain that obvious immense cock?!!  

It was that blatant. Almost, unimagineably blatant, to her. 

It truly, and unexaggeratingly so, appeared as if this young stud had hadhazardly placed one of those large slabs of deli salami into the front pouch of those flimsy little things. It stretched the whisper-thin lycra-spandex fabric outward and to the middle of his strong thighs. 

The pure elephantine size of it sent the warm blood in her veins through her body even faster.

Mona simply could not believe what she was seeing?! Just looking at it she didn't think it could be real?! 

This black adonis was, seemingly, still unaware of the couple's presence as he casually moved about, drenching his dynamic body in the hot sun as he continued his call. 

He appeared deeply involved with that cell call and confidentally moving his powerfully built body around, now in slow circles. 

Mona's eyes followed every movement he made. 

He was also wearing a pair of dark shades and a pair of expensive pair of black leathered sandal-like flip flops. The caller on the other end of his phone seemed to consume him. A thick, gold chained adorned his neckline and chiseled upper chest, and it gleemed when the sunlight struck it just right. 

Myron was still consumed in the idle 'small talk' and paying little attention to his wife's reaction. He was unaware of where his beautiful wife's focus was for several minutes. 

He had not looked over his shoulder in quite awhile, perhaps several minutes, but then he suddenly puased. 

He looked at his gorgeous blonde wife and noticed her full, pouty lips parted more than usual. He wondered what had put that awed look on her pretty face. 

She gazed right past him, and towards the black stud standing a mere 20 yards away.

Confused, Myron spoke. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

She could barely speak. 

"Wh-Who's th-that?" she whispered so faintly, her breathing noticeably changed. It was as if she had just been looking at the eight wonder of the world. 

It wasn't nearly as obvious to Myron at that moment. He knew that his wife's attention had changed, but he didn't realize that she was completely weakened by the mere presence of this young black man. 

Myron finally turned to look behind him. 

And, It was Je'Quon!!

Myron's entire body slumped. His weak shoulders fell even lower as he now noticed his young boss only that short distance away. 

"Uh ... th-that's ... uh ... Je'Quon". he meekly answered.

Mona was in absolute disbelief. 

"Th-THAT'S your boss?!!" she asked, her voice quivering and weak and barely audible. Her bikini bottoms literally moistened to another level. 

Mona returned to her silence as she looked towards this amazing physical specimen. She had never imagined a man like that could exist. 

"Yeah. That's him". Myron mumbled. 

At that time, Je'Quon had just closed his flip phone and peered around the landscape. He noticed the couple sitting over by the flattened beach rocks closer to the shore. He flashed a smile with his perfect pearly whites and began walking towards them.

Myron sank even lower as he saw his young boss slowly approaching. 

Mona, on the other hand, was dead silent. 

Her mouth was dry. She gazed upon this young stud of a man striding towards her through the sand. In her mind, it was as if he was walking in slow motion towards her. His colossal cock, in the thin, wispy material of his nyloned bikini, literally began to slap his massive thighs, back and forth from one thigh to the other with each and every step he made. 

It seemed like an eternity for Je'Quon to make his way over to them. He seemed to be taking his time. 

Seconds later, he finally arrived. 

"Well, well, well ... you did show up, afterall". He began, directing his comments to the nervous Myron. 

"Hey! you got there just in time with my Tai food takeout last night ... the bitch I was with was gettin' pretty hungry". He laughed. 

Myron must have turned five shades of red. 

His young boss had all but announced to his wife the fact that Myron had not gone out to the office last night for any "reports" as Myron had told her. Rather, was he ordered to fetch his young black boss' dinner for him and his date.

Mona heard that. She heard every word of it, and for just a second came to the realization that her husband's younger stud of a boss was making him run out at night on errands for him all the time. 

That thought lasted mere seconds as she remained awestruck by this young adonis standing before them. 

Mona was still gawking, uncontrollably, at the magnificent black man and that almost obscenely enormous bulge he was carrying with him. Her mouth seemed to hang open even wider. He was now standing only two feet from them. 

"And, this is must be your pretty wife, huh?" Je'Quon asked. 

Myron was almost trembling as the young black man extended his hand towards his wife. 

"I'm Je'Quon". He said, introducing himself. 

Mona seemed to be in another world. She could barely move her soft lips as she listlessly extended her right hand to meet his. 

"Mona". she murmured, in a faint tone.

"Nice to finally meet 'ya Mona". Je'Quon returned. 

He now turned to his subordinate. 

"Say, boy ... why don't you go N' fetch a beer for me and this pretty little wife of yours." He began to say. 

He paused. 

"No. Better make that wine. There's sum' nice white wine o'er by the tent". He ordered.

Myron tried to explain to him that they did not drink alcohol much at all. "W-Well, uh-Sir ... Mona and I really d-don't ... uh ..." He timidly started. 

But, Myron was quickly cut short by his domineering young boss. 

"You heard me!" Je'Quon said firmly. His rough voice and slightly harsher tone filled the summer air. 

Mona was in awe by the way Myron immediately answered so meekly. "Yes, Sir". He shuttered. 

Mona was fascinated by the way this young black stud had just emasculated her 6' 7" tall nerdy husband. 

As Myron obediently scurried off to fetch the wine for his boss, one could see the nervousness in his steps. 

Je'Quon turned back towards Mona and took another half step closer, placing his right leg onto another rock just a few inches higher, and to Mona's left. 

This left Je'Quon's monstrous bulge literally only 6 inches from Mona's face, and directly on the same level as of her model like nose. 

She was now 'face-to-face' with it! And, she quivered in silence as her eyes widened when the young black stud casually and so non-chalantly adjusted his massive package with his left hand.

Je'Quon began to speak. 

He was speaking as if nothing had happened. Or, was happening. His cool presence and boldness sent a shiver down her spine. His casual arrogance was turning the beautiful Mona into a pile of melted butter. 

"I think you'll like dis' wine." He began, "you do like wine, don't you?" He asked her. 

In an even fainter, stuttered whisper, Mona replied. "yes." 

"Good then!" Je'Quon stated. 

Mona could hardly keep her eyes from the mammoth-sized bulge right before her eyes. She would glance up at the dark physical specimen in awe as he spoke, and then back down with quicker glances to his impressive and ominous cock straining through the thin, opaque neon-purple fabric. He face was flushed and her cheeks bright red. 

The small talk of Je'Quon simply comtinued. 

He was going on and on about different wines and how he would someday have his own distillery.

Mona could hear the sound of his voice, but she was unable to comprehend the words he spoke. She still could not believe the sheer size of that huge cock this young black man had packed away in those flimsy bikinis?!

Je'Quon's rambling about wines and such was finally interupted by another cell call, which he immediately took. 

Mona began gazing upon this bronzed adonis even more so, as his attention was no longer on her. Instead, Je'Quon gazed out into the lake as he spoke to his caller, ignoring her for the moment.

The gorgeous 38-year-old blonde wife seemed to be in another world, falling deeper into her trance-like state.

She stared straight at it. 

The adonis' crotch area was a mere 6 inches away from her eyes, and protruded out, proudly, to an almost incomprehensible size. She could see every detail and outline of his massive cock through the thin fabric. It had to be, and was, a full 7 inches in its' soft stage and as thick as a coke bottle.

The enormous veins in his cock could also be easily seen, and in every detail, as the clinging spandex material of his bikini did it's job.

She stared hungrily at it as her pussy moistened even more. And, she stared at it for an interminable amount of time, never once looking away. It was as if she was now in a complete trance. 

She even watched a single bead of sweat from his carved torso run down to his defined hips and down the full length of his lycra-spandex clad shaft. 

She could hardly breathe. 

The 8 minute call Je'Quon took was enough to begin to send the beautiful blonde into more of a zombie-like state. Her face now revealed a more subtle awestrucken look as she glanced upwards to his face as he ended the call. 

It was at that time that Myron could be seen in the ditance on his way back. He was carrying two empty wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

END Ch. 2 

to be continued   



Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 03



As the flustered and nervous Myron walked through the hot sand and back to his beautiful wife and his much younger black boss, many thoughts ran through his head. 

He felt ashamed as he carried the bottle of wine with the two empty wine glasses back to Je'Quon, as he was earlier ordered to do. Myron couldn't have felt lower. His step was timid and growing more tentative as he drew nearer. 

He noticed the young black stud standing there above his wife, talking to her. He was hoping that his boss would just have his wine and finally go away.

But, that would not be the case. 

"Very good, boy!" Je'Quon said, as Myron approached. 

"Hand that shhit over here." He ordered. 

"Yes, Sir." Myron replied in a whisper. 

Myron listlessly handed over the bottle of Pinot Grigio and the two empty wine glasses to his 27-year-old black boss. He passively took a seat on the rocks next to Mona, to her left side and slightly in front of her, but no more than a foot and a half away. 

Myron was just hoping to be a little closer to his beautiful, blonde wife as his boss studied the the wine label.

"Yeah. This is the one." Je'Quon stated. 

Myron's face was noticeably flustered, still uncontrollably nervous by the presence of his demanding, young black boss. He glanced back over to Mona for just a moment. She looked ravishing in her red two-piece bikini and tan sandals. But, he was far too afraid to make any eye contact with her. In turn, the beautiful Mona's eyes were partially lowered towards the ground as if she were ashamed by how her tall and passive husband was being emasculated by this powerful-looking young black man. 

Myron's sitting position was just off center and to Mona's left and about six inches lower than hers. The large flat rocks on this particular beach head were staggered in such a way that they almost appeared to be like natural benches, a seemingly more convenient backing of rocks where Myron had just postioned himself. 

Je'Quon opened the cold bottle of wine with the corkscrew Myron had just fetched and filled the two glasses halfways. 

"This looks good." He exclaimed. 

He handed Myron's stunning, yet shy and quiet wife the glass of fresh wine. Hesitantly, she accepted it in her demure way. 

"Thank you." she said in a soft whisper. 

"Anytime, girl. You're gonna like this." the young black stud proudly stated. 

He handed Myron the partially used bottle and the wayward cork. 

"Here. Take care of that, boy, will ya?!" He ordered, referring to the recorking of the bottle. 

"Y-Yes, S-Sir." Myron meekly responded.

Myron's hands trembled as he took the bottle and cork from his young boss' powerful grip. He struggled just a bit trying to replace the cork back into the bottle and was looking downward at it, twisting and turning it ever so slightly in an attempt to reseal the bottle. That is when the unexpected happened. 

In an unbelieveable display of arrogance and cockiness, Je'Quon stepped right in between Myron and his pretty, blonde wife. He faced Mona and his backside was now facing Myron! 

There was less than a foot and a half between them before he did this anyway, and this ultra rude and arrogant act left the young, black stud's well-sculpted and well-muscled asscheeks clad in that bikini literally a mere three inches, and on the same level, as Myron's more than flustered face. 

Equally, this left Je'Quon's massive bikini bulge no more than four inches directly before Mona's eyes, nose and lips. Now, even closer than before. 

Myron swallowed the lump in his throat. His face reddened even more. 

He couldn't believe the arrogance of his much younger black boss. His sweat-drenched backside covered in those flimsy, opaque neon purple-colored bikinis made of lycra-spandex were practically right in his face, blocking any possible view he could have of his gorgeous wife.

Myron's shoulders slumped even more. 

He timidly just sat there. He was scared and didn't know what to do as he began hearing the dominant Je'Quon speaking to his wife.

On the other side of Je'Quon was his beautiful 38-year-old wife, Mona. She was in awe and disbelief by the absolutely immense size of this black stud's crotch packaged firmly in those flimsy bikinis. She could hardly speak at all. 

Mona seemed to merely listen, looking up to this black god's eyes and occasionally glancing down to the mammoth bulge that obtrusively stood before her obvious blushing face. The confidence and sheer arrogance of this chiseled black man was making her wet and nearly dizzy with a feeling that she had never felt before. 

The white wine was very tasty and began relaxing her almost immediately. 

As Mona was not a regular drinker, she was not accustomed to it's soothing effects. Between her legs, she was practically on fire. The mound of her red bikini dampened more and more as she continued to sip her glass of Pinot. But, it was here stares that were becoming more apparent by the minute.

It started with Mona looking up into Je'Quon's eyes and listening attentively as he rambled on and on and on about his new Corvette and his possessions, as well as his successful career. The occasional glance down to his manhood in those thin, purpleish bikinis went from a quick second to ten seconds to even several minutes at a time and with every few sips of the intoxicating wine. 

Still, nothing was said about it. It was never verbally acknowledged. The young, black bull simply continued to speak. 

He spoke about everything and anything in his life. He mentioned that he had fathered children and his desires to travel around the world and open his own winery. Mona listened, but hardly comprehended all the words he spoke as she struggled to concentrate. 

Je'Quon would, on occasion, turn to Myron to refill their glasses with wine. Mona was getting tipsy and was in a more somber state of mind. Myron remained passive and quiet as his young boss continued to flirt with his wife of 15 years. The domineering black stud's asscheeks remained positioned there right before Myron's face as if he was making a blatant statement of dominance over him. 

By the time the bottle was half empty, Mona was in a very different state of mind. Young Je'Quon's arrogance went to another level when he began to "accidentally" bump his firm lycra-spandex bikini-covered asscheeks right into Myron's reddened face. There were even times when the black stud would cockily move back a few inches to firmly plant his well-muscled cheeks "flush" onto the cowardly Myron's face, too, and Myron was becoming more flustered than ever! 

Myron never uttered a syllable. He felt demeaned and emasculated, yet he was passive and timid as this "real man" made a complete and utter fool of him. There was nothing but degradation in Myron's eyes. He felt more defeated then he had ever felt before. 

This seemed to go on forever. 

At least an hour had gone by when Je'Quon turned ever so slightly back to Myron and repeated the same commands. 

"Pour me some more, boy!" He snapped.

"Y-Yes, S-Sir ... ok, Sir." Myron replied.

But, this time Myron was not so successful in refilling young Je'Quon's wine glass. His trembling hands could not hold the bottle as still as before and he poured the wine off center where it spilled downwards to the sandy ground below. The Pinot Grigio had just landed all over his black boss' sandaled feet?!!

"Oh my god! I-I am s-so sorry, M-Mr. McWilliams, Sir." Myron passively yelped. 

Je'Quon's stern eyebrows bent in anger. 

"What?! Are you some kinda' idiot, boy?!" Je'Quon snarled. 

Myron felt his entire body go limp. He swallowed loudly. 

"Um-No, N-No Sir. I'm s-sorry, S-Sir. I'm s-so sorry" Myron apologized over and over again. It was blatantly obvious that the tall, nerdy Myron was in complete fear of his much younger black boss. He trembled nervously by his mistake and the young black's noticeable temper.

Je'Quon was even more firm with his words now.

"Well, don't just sit there like a dang fool. Go and Git me a fuckin' towel, boy!" He commanded.

Myron was terrified.

"Y-Y-Yes, Sir. R-Right away, S-Sir." he responded. 

Myron got up quickly and began to walk towards the main picnic tent. 

"Bring back two towels, boy! One wet one and one dry one ... and, another bottle of dat' wine, too ... ya' hear?!" Je'Quon directed. 

Myron paused.

"Y-Yes, Sir." He meekly replied. 

Mona was astounded by the way this young black stud spoke to and ordered her tall, pale and wimpier husband around. She was still falling deeper into another world, a bit tipsy and immensely affected by the masculinity this young, dark-skinned god was exhibiting. She tensed up when Je'Quon took a seat on the rocks right next to her and she curiously watched her intimidated husband scurry away to get the items he was just ordered to get. 

It was then that Je'Quon had proposed that she should really come with him to see his new Corvette, so she could fully appreciate it's beauty. Mona softly nodded in agreement. 

"Oh, okay. Sure." she whispered. "What color is it, anyway?" she asked in an even fainter whisper.

"Black!" Je'Quon answered. "What else?!" He added.

It took no more than a few minutes before Mona spotted her nervous husband deparately running back with the two towels and another bottle of wine. She lowered her eyes, once again, so she wouldn't have to look at his noticeably shamed face. 

But, even Mona wouldn't have been able to imagine what was to happen next.

As Myron arrived, he was half out of breath from his frantic run. He had just fetched what he was told to and plopped down to his knees in the sand to catch his breath. Je'Quon and Mona were sitting on the flat rocks before him.

With the two towels and the wine in hand, he looked up at Je'Quon. He wasn't sure what to say. He felt petrified by his boss' quick temper and worried about what he might say to him next. The brief silence was deafening. 

"I am so sorry, again, Mr. McWilliams. I mean, I-I didn't mean to ..." Myron began stammering. 

But, the young Je'Quon grew even more abrupt.

"Jus' shut the hell up and clean dis' shit off!" He commanded, extending his right bare foot to the rattled Myron. 

Myron was in utter disbelief. 

"You heard me, didn't ya' boy?" Je'Quon added. 

One could see the look of defeat on the taller, passive white man's face as he realized that he was just directed to clean the feet of his younger, black boss. 

Timidly, Myron took the right bare foot of Je'Quon with his very limp grip and began washing off the sticky wine and dirt. His face turned the deepest red one can imagine. 

Mona was nearly in a state of disbelief, herself.

She was now watching her watching her tall, white husband submissively and subserviently washing and drying the dirty bare feet of this powerfully-built young black man?!

The humiliation for Myron could not have been greater.

Je'Quon acted as if it was nothing. His casual demeanor about what was actually happening was one of the purest signs of natural dominance over the substantially taller, but weaker and timid white man that she had ever witnessed. 

Myron's hands trembled as he washed and dried young Je'Quon's feet for the next 15 minutes as he continued to speak to his wife. He further directed Myron to clean off his leather sandals of the spewn wine. 

Myron was degraded. He complied more so out of fear and intimidation than anything else. 

Mona was soaking wet seeing her sissy of a husband taking all this from such a masculine young man. She was speechless and in literally in awe, but in many ways also turned on immensely by the black man's power and attitude. There was a part of her that was extremely embarrassed for Myron. And, although she was terribly ashamed to see her husband treated in this manner, there were other feelings beginning to envelope her as well. 

After the washing of the young, black ruffian's feet, Myron sulked to even lower levels when his boss told him to put his sandals back onto his feet. 

He did not even want to look up towards Mona or Je'Quon, but he just accepted defeat and did it obediently. Both, Je'Quon and Mona sat on the rocks above him. Mona was looking away, ashamed. Myron continued to kneel there in the sand defeated, humiliated, quiet and humbled. 

It was at this time that Je'Quon finally spoke up again. 

He directed his first comments to Mona. 

"Come on, Girl. Let me go show you that 'Vette of mine." He said, getting back up to his feet. 

He extended his strong, black hand to hers and Mona paused. She merely glanced back at her husband for a moment then placed her hand into Je'Quon's. 

She, too, was nervous and afraid. Yet, there was a part of her that was also turned on. There was yet another part to the beautiful, Blonde wife's feelings as well. In some ways, she did not want to subject her husband to any more of this degradation.

"Well, o-okay. Just for a minute, though." Mona replied to the black boss. 

Je'Quon responded.

"Yeah, of course. Jus' for a minute!" he returned, the smirk on his face as cocky and arrogant as one can imagine.

Mona gently turned back to Myron. 

"Well, I guess th-that we'll be right back, honey. Je'Quon just wants to show me his new car and ... well ... we shouldn't be long, okay?" She said. The tone of her voice was soft, demure and seemingly more reluctant. Yet, inside she was more than compliant to the young black buck's incredible masculinity. 

Myron just nodded in defeat and looked down to the sand below his knees. 

When he lifted his eyes back upwards, he could see his young black stud of a boss walking side by side with his beautiful, blonde wife. 

They were walking away from him and towards the parking lot, which was on the other side of the beach. His dark hand on the small of her back and just above her red bikini waistline. He then turned back for a moment.

"And, don't forget to clean the rest of that shit up that ya' spilt by the rocks, too!" Je'Quon obnoxiously directed from a distance as he walked away slowly and confidently. 

"Yes, Sir." Myron answered almost silently. 

Myron was even more worried now. He wasn't sure what to expect. And, he wasn't even sure about what he was worried about, though. 

He knew he had a faithful wife of fifteen years. He felt good about that part of their relationship. Yet, he still did not want his younger, black boss to be around his wife. Perhaps, it was because he didn't want her hearing anything about his lowly position as Je'Quon's assistant and the things he has been subjected to at the office for several months. 

The naive Myron was seemingly more concerned about that "talking" than anything else. But, there was a very dejected feeling going on inside of him as well as he glanced downwards to notice that his wife had left her small purse behind. 

END Chapter 3. To be Continued. 



Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 04



The 6'7" tall pale and wimpish 49-year-old Myron continued kneeling in the sand as he watched his 27-year-old black boss walking away with his beautiful, blonde wife. He was still clutching Mona's smallish designer purse and wondering how she could have left it behind. 

"Mona never forgets her purses." He reasoned. "Why now?" He asked himself.

The young, 5' 8" 185 lb. chiseled black adonis was about 40 yards away from the already humiliated Myron. He walked side by side with the ravishing blonde woman. 

His steps were slow, calculated and non-chalant. His dark muscled right hand remained on the small of Myron's wife's back as they made their way towards the far end of the beach where Je'Quon's new car was parked.

Despite his reluctance, Myron thought it best that his gorgeous wife of fifteen years would appreciate having her purse with her. 

"M-Mona?" He quietly tried calling out to her, as she walked side by side with the young black boss. 

Mona could not even remotely hear the soft, timid call of her passive husband. 

Myron got up and stood there in the hot sand, his wife's mini purse in hand, before deciding to scurry after them. In his mind, it would be a valiant attempt to show his absolutely stunning, blue-eyed and blonde wife just how thoughtful and chivalrous he could be.

He scurried quickly towards them calling out her name every few strides. "Mona? Mona? M-Mona?" he continued to call out. 

Mona and Je'Quon finally turned around when the nervous Myron got to within a few yards of them. 

Je'Quon appeared to be a bit irritated by his white subordinate's sudden presence, but quickly turned to being amused when he noticed the cowardly Myron holding a dainty, little white purse in his left hand. 

"Hey, boy! You look good wit' that lil' bitch purse on ya." He laughed.

Myron was already flushed and breathing heavy from the short run. He was not as athletic as his younger, black boss. But, this comment made his cheeks burn to an even crimson color.

"W-well uh, no sir. I-I just th-thought that I would ... well ... bring M-Mona her p-purse back." He stuttered. 

The beautiful Mona seemed relieved. She found it difficult to speak, but managed to return the small talk. 

"Oh, good. My lips are getting so chapped in this hot sun and I needed my lip balm." she whispered, as if was barely interested.

Mona began rummaging through her tiny purse.

Myron stood there in agonizing silence as his younger, black stud of a boss stared him down. 

Je'Quon's powerful, dark arms were crossed with authority and studying his older white subordinate's panicked-loooking face. The statuesque Myron could not even make eye contact with the intimidating black man standing right before him as Je'Quon seemed to swallow his entire self-esteem. 

Mona was overheard going through her purse and complaining about leaving her precious lip balm back at the house. 

"Oh, darn. All I have here is my lipstick and my lips ae so dry." Mona said quietly. 

Je'Quon turned away from Myron and then towards Mona. 

"Yeah. Well, ya' better put that on instead." He said. 

"And, put it on real thick too since it's so dang hot out here." Je'Quon directed. "Besides, dat' looks a lot better than that silly lip shit ya' girls always wearin'!" He added. 

"Oh, yes. Yes, you're right." Mona replied.

Myron looked on curiously as Mona applied a thick coat of her L'Oreal brand creamy lipstick in that drum beat red shade she often used. He seemed a bit perplexed by the fact that his hot blonde wife was actually applying lipstick at a beach when she had never done that before.

Yet, Myron quickly dismissed that from his mind. 

He was much more concerned about how upset he had made his much younger, masculine black boss by spilling that wine all over his feet earlier.

Mona barely glaced upwards with her freshly-painted lips. 

"Sweet." Je'Quon commented under his breath.

There was an uncomfortable silence for the timid Myron. It lasted all but 15 seconds, but seemed like an eternity to him.

His beautiful, late 30's blonde wife standing beside the younger, thuggish-looking black boss with her eyes lowered, almost obediently, waiting for the his next words. 

"Time to go." Je'Quon exclaimed, breaking the brief silence. 

The concern in Myron's face was apparent. Still, he kept reasoning with himself that Mona was a good woman. His dream girl. She was everything he had ever wanted, and more. The type of wife that any man would love to have. 

As he watched the young, black stud stroll away from him with his wife, several thoughts of him following along to see this new car his black boss had been bragging about emerged. 

These thoughts quickly passed. 

Other thoughts of getting bossed around by his masculine boss in the presence of his pretty wife made Myron feel less excited about that possibility. And, so he immediately dismissed them.

With slumped shoulders and his noticeably meek body language, Myron walked even slower back towards the flat rocks, which they had been sitting upon before. 

He waited. 

Myron looked out towards the lake and began to reminisce about the times he had with his alluring, blonde wife when they first met. He felt as if he was a good husband to her as well as a good provider. 

"She must certainly think I am a good man." He thought.

"I hope she knows that I really have no choice but to do what my boss says." He reasoned within.

Myron, now bored and anxiously waiting for their return, soon drifted off into a quiet, gentle sleep. He was totally oblivious as to what was about to occur with his pretty white wife and his young, black boss. 

By the time young Je'Quon and the late 30's Mona had reached the secondary parking lot on the far end of the beach, it had been 15 minutes.

There she saw Je'Quon's sparkling new black Corvette gleaming in the sunlight. It was parked at the far end of the lot, resting partially under the overhanging branches of a large tree. 

"Wow. That's a pretty car." Mona exclaimed. 

Mona was already more than slightly tipsy from the near half bottle of wine which she had been fed earlier by the young, black stallion. The searing heat that day was not helping much, either. 

"C'mon, girl! Let me sho' you the leather on dis' sweet thang." Je'Quon said, invitingly and insistently.

The 27-year-old black stud controlled Mona's direction with his hand on her back as if he was a conductor, leading the older blonde beauty to the passenger's side of his black 'Vette. 

There, he opened the door wide. 

Je'Quon quickly grabbed two colorful beach towels from the back seat and gracefully set one of them onto the passenger's side front seat before Mona. 

"Here ya' go. Don't want dat' fine little white ass of yors' gettin' all burned." He half laughed. 

Je'Quon placed the second towel onto the hardtop right above the passenger side door as Mona daintily took her seat inside the black man's car. Her sandaled feet remained on the parking lot pavement as she slid into the low leather seat. 

The car door remained wide open as Je'Quon "popped" the cork of the new bottle of Pinot Grigio.

Mona gently responded. 

"Gosh. I think I've had enough, Mr. Je'Quon." Mona said shyly. 

An all-knowing "smirk" traced the face of the chiseled black man.

"Nonsense, girl." He shouted. 

"This is sum' real expensive shit ... you ain't gonna let it go to waste now, are ya'?" He finished, as he began to refill the two glasses. 

The young, powerful black man's voice was even more stern. Mona was light-headed and not in any position to be anything but cordial to her husband's new boss.

Besides, she was in absolute awe of this dark-skinned Adonis. His raw masculinity and pure, natural dominance was overwhelming to her. 

She had never met such a man. 

Mona was captivated by the fact that this considerably-younger black man, 22 years younger than her weakling of a husband, was in complete and utter control of him, and she felt weakened by this. 

She was fascinated by the fact that this 5'8" tall, 185 lb. black stud of a man was even 11"s shorter in height than her 6' 7" tall, 224 lb. pale-skinned husband, yet he completely and totally dominated and outclassed Myron in every way possible. 

These thoughts ran through Mona's mind. 

Je'Quon was far more athletic than Myron. It wasn't even close. He possessed a carved, chiseled and sculpted body that was nothing short of astounding! And, to her, it was blatantly obvious that this black bull was at least 4 to 5 times more well-endowed than her passive white husband of 15 years. Perhaps, even more so? 

Mona was truly amazed by seeing this younger black man bossing around her tall, lanky, nervous and timid husband. She had witnessed him making Myron fetch things and referring to her older husband as "boy" despite the age difference. 

She had watched, in awe, as this black god had her husband actually kneeling before him and washing his dirty feet?!

She marveled at the fact that her white husband literally "cowered" in Je'Quon's presence, stuttering his words and addressing him as "Sir" at all times. She began to recall all those conversations she had overheard on the phone with young Je'Quon berating, scolding and easily emasculating her giraffe-sized, coward of a husband.

To Mona, this was almost surreal.

She sat there in silence as Je'Quon handed her the glass of fresh wine and moved a shade closer, nearly stradling her two feet which were were positioned right outside the door and on the pavement. 

Mona's body position was half-cocked to her left side, her beautiful face staring straight at the leather and gold-trimmed glove compartment as she held the wine glass, delicately, in her left hand. 

Je'Quon handed her the keys.

"Why don't ya' start er' up and put on some music, girl." Je'Quon insisted. 

Mona gently took the keys from the black stud's hand. 

"Well, okay." she answered in a tentative tone. 

At this time, the radiant Mona stretched backwards to reach the ignition and started the Corvette, her feet barely remaining on the parking lot pavement. 

The engine roared, then simmered to a smooth as silk tone as it continued to run. 

"Wow." she whispered. 

Mona then clicked on the CD player and soft R&B music began to play.

"That's good, girl ... Oh, yea ... I like that." Je'Quon stated quietly as his cell phone began to ring. 

End. Chapter 4.



Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 05



As the young Je'Quon flipped open his cell phone to take the incoming call, Mona took another small sip from her wine glass. She was flustered and weary. The music was soft and relaxing, and the hot summer sun and the presence of such a masculine and powerful man had all but taken it's toll on her during the long walk to his car. 

"Hey, girl. Why don't ya' kick those feet inside and give a brotha a little more room here." He directed firmly, tapping Mona's silky soft legs with his firm hand. 

"And, ya' better git' some more lipstick on those lips so they don't git' all dry." He suggested. 

"Oh, um-yes. I'm so sorry Mr. Je'Quon." she whispered passively, pulling her feet inside the car. 

Myron's beautiful blonde wife was in another world. Without even thinking through it, she removed the creamy drum-beat red L'Oreal lipstick from her tiny beach purse and began applying it. Je'Quon had directed his caller to hold on as he stopped to watch the beautiful blonde wife of his subordinate doing as she was told. 

Mona continued slathering her perfect and pouty lips as the young black boss cooly suggested to her that she "pop open" the glove compartment of his shiny, black Corvette. She did so without hesitation. 

As it opened, Mona was startled to see a faux gold clip holding three perfectly-rolled marijuana joints in what looked like thin mini cigar wraps.

"Oh, what's this?" she asked softly. 

Mona was a bit taken back by the boldness of this young black man. Her partially tipsy state caused her to respond slowly. 

"Hand me one of those blunts, girl." Je'Quon said firmly. "Let's fire one up." He strongly suggested.

The 38-year-old Mona had never even considered smoking anything like that for her entire life. She was shocked by the young black stud's mild suggestion and had a worried look in her eyes as she handed what he referred to as a "blunt" to him. Mona had hoped that the young black stud was simply wanting the weed for himself. She slipped back into the passenger-side car seat once again as Je'Quon stood above her. He lit the blunt and took the first two hits of it. 

"Ya' know, girl ... you should try this shit. It'll make ya' nice and relaxed." He said, handing her the lit marijuana blunt.

"Oh, my god! No. I couldn't!" Mona cried. 

Mona was already tipsy and not thinking straight. When the black adonis moved it even closer to her hand and further insisted, she felt as if she had little choice. 

"Well, o-okay ... but, just one." she tentatively stammered. 

The beautiful blonde wife of Myron, at the age of 38, finally took her first drag of a marijuana cigarette. She began coughing loudly from the harshness of it, which brought a knowing grin to young Je'Quon's lips. 

"Good girl!" He said, as he too the blunt from Mona's delicate fingers and finally went back to his call. 

The dark-skinned stallion then leaned forward, placing both of his powerful arms onto the roof of his Corvette. The beach towel he had placed on top protected his bare arms from the hot steel roof. Non-chalantly, he began speaking to his caller and taking small hits of the marijuana blunt as if it were a plain cigarette. Mona, with the passenger-side seat already placed into an unusually upright position, was once again facing the collosal bulge of Je'Quon's cock packed within those flimsy, light purple-toned nylon bikinis he wore so well. 

Mona was speechless. She was growing more light-headed from the combination of the smoke, the wine, the soft R&B music and the heat of the sun-drenched car. But, she sat there almost frozen in a panic as the massive bulge of this young, black stud was now merely a couple of inches from her nose and soft lips. She could barely hear the muffled conversation of Je'Quon and his cell caller from above the car roof. 

"Yea. I'll be around tonight, bitch." Je'Quon said as he spoke to his caller. 

Mona wasn't quite sure if she had heard that right or not, but she was now feeling the full effects of the wine and the weed. She seemed to drift in and out of thought a lot as she stared straight at the enormous bikini bulge right before her eyes. She could see that parts of his stretched out bikini crotch were wet from sweat, and his bulge seemed to be getting even bigger and thicker by the moment. 

Ten minutes had gone by when Je'Quon put his hand back inside the car and handed Mona the blunt to take another "hit" off it. She paused for a few seconds, reluctant and confused. 

"C'mon, girl!" Je'Quon shouted. "Don't let my shit burn out." He said in a light-toned warning.

Hesitantly, Mona inhaled the strong cigarette a second time and returned it the black man's hands as he continued his call. It was if he had not even missed a beat with his caller. The beautiful blonde woman coughed even harder this time but soon regained her breath. Her dazed state heightened.

Je'Quon continued leaning over the top of his black 'Vette. He was extremely cool and casual with his actions. He didn't seem to care to much about time, or anything else for that matter. For him, being there with his white wimp of a subordinate's wife was no big deal. Actually, it was somewhat amusing for the black adonis. 

Mona was now in a very uncharacteristic somber state. She never one experienced being "high" before, but now she was. All Mona could see and smell was the gargantuan size of Je'Quon's massive cock in the neon purple bikini pouch two inches before her blushing face. Suddentl, and without notice, she felt the left side of Je'Quon's bikini-clad bulge press right up against her lips. 

Mona just sat still as the young, black man boldly rubbed his montrous bikini-covered cock on her lipstick-covered lips. It started casually and non-chalantly enough where she tought for a moment it could have been accidental, but the firmness and intensity of his rubbing kept increasing. This continued for the next fifteen minutes. 



Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 06



Fifteen minutes of the non-chalant and lackadaisical, yet firm rubbing of the young black man's massive bikini-clad cock onto Mona's face had passed. 

To Mona, this was getting more surreal by the moment. Her somber and relaxed state caused by heat, wine, soft music and marijuana merely contributed to her existing state of passion and awe. 

She had already been affected by a strong and masculine presence like she had never felt before. And, now this young stud was continuously and carelessly massaging his immense neon-purple, lycra-spandex covered shaft across her perfect lips and face. 

Many fleeting thoughts ran through Mona's head. She reasoned to herself, just for a moment, that this couldn't be happening on purpose. The young black man had to be unaware of what he was doing. 

"This can't be really happening?!" she thought. 

Perhaps, he was too engulfed in his cell call conversation to know what he was doing? Maybe this was all just a mistake? Maybe it was just that ... accidental?

Mona's red bikini crotch continued to moisten as she inhaled the raw, musky and masculine scent of this young black man's sweat-dampened bikini crotch. The boldness and brashness of what could be happening simply overwhelmed her. 

She now noticed that Je'Quon's neon-purple bikini covered cock adorned two full red lip prints and several smaller red smudges from her painted lips. Mona gazed upon them in her now foggy state of mind, almost in disbelief, as the thin fabric of the young stud's crotch stretched out even further. 

Then, just as the beautiful blonde woman's eyes widened to the size of street lights and her sense of reality had completely faded, the unexpected became real. 

Without even as much as a flinch of a break in the black adonis' cell call, Je'Quon non-chalantly moved his right hand downward and began readjusting his collosal sized cock within the flimsy bikini material. He did so until he flipped down the spandex fabric of his suit off to free his titanic cock from it's constraint. 

Even in her near zombie-like state, Mona gasped. What she saw before her was a firm, powerful and dark 12-inch cock that was far thicker than her delicate wrists were. It was even larger than she had imagined it could ever be. Unable to react, Mona gazed upon young Je'Quon's cock in awe. Now, only partially erect, it was already preposterous and astonishing!

Je'Quon simply continued his call. For him, it seemed as routine as breathing air. 

Then, without further hesitation, and without even breaking a moment's stride, the young dark stallion took his massive cock into his right hand and merely "plopped" it right onto Mona's pretty face. He did so as if it were a large, wet slab of raw meat. And, it now layed there runnning across the bridge of her aristocratic nose and her the flawless, pale skin of her forehead.

Mona could not move. 

Her head now slightly-tilted back from the sheer weight of his cock and her vision partially-obstructed by what seemed like a three-pound slab of steak planted across her face. She could even feel the scorchingly-hot blood of the young black stud's huge veins coarsing through it as it continued to widen and lengthen.

Within seconds, the young Je'Quon took his enormous shaft into his own hand to control it. He directed it's monstrous head to the lips of the beautiful 38-year-old Mona and gently parted her full, crimson lips. Mona could now taste the strong, salty sweat of the young black's cock. He continued pushing it in a half inch at a time until his cock was securely anchored in the blonde's mouth. He grabbed Mona's brilliant blonde hair with his fist while simutaneously rotating his strong hips until he found the most comfortable position for himself. And, he pushed it in another half inch. 

Mona now had 5 inches of the young black stud's mammoth-sized cock inside her widened mouth. Although it was the same length as her wimp husband's pathetic cock, she could tell that it was easily more than 5 times thicker. She could hardly breathe already. 

Mona's soft hands remained down to her sides in complete and utter submission as the black stud calculatingly used her mouth. Je'Quon controlled Mona's head, still not releasing his firm grip from the blonde hair atop her head. He pulled her head in and then pulled her away, back and forth, repeating this motion again and again until his cock further hardened.

After a few minutes, the young black boss of Mona's husband finally released his grip from her head. She continued sucking his massive black cock as directed. Je'Quon moved his dark, muscular arms back to the top of his black 'Vette and continued speaking to his caller. 

His bold, cocky and arrogant display of pure masculinity sent Mona into a pure state of emotion she could hardly believe. She didn't know what to feel. She felt as if she was merely a toy for this young, dark stud. Yet, she couldn't help but feel that she was also obligated to suck the cock of such a powerful man. Her mixed emotions combined with her altered state seemed to turn her into some sort of raggedy Ann doll. 

Je'Quon had the beautiful blonde wife of his subordinate sucking on his cock, rhythmically, for more than 15 minutes. He gently, then firmly, began thrusting his hips towards her as if he were simply fucking her mouth. He continued on and on as two black passers-by approached nearer. They were colleagues of Je'Quon and the had just parked their car, on their way towards the picnic grounds. 

"Yo' Quon!" one man shouted. "What up? You getting that dicked sucked or what?" he asked, smiling. 

Je'Quon covered the speaker of his cell phone with one of his hands. He laughed. 

"Yeah, well ... you know how it is." He returned. 

The two black colleagues drew nearer. 

"Dat' the same dumb white bitch you were wit' last night, nigga?" the other asked, laughingly.

The young Je'Quon merely smiled. 

"Naw! This is a different blonde bitch. But, boy ... this bitch can really suck some cock .. I'm tellin' ya." Je'Quon stated.

The two black colleagues finally made their way to Je'Quon's car. Mona had heard only bits and pieces of their verbal exchange. Still, she was embarassed by their presence as she continued to suck on the black cock of her boss' husband. 

The three young black execs exchanged a few high fives as they could hear the beautiful Mona nearly gagging and choking on Je'Quon's immense cock. 

"Mmmpfh. Mmmpfh. Mmmpfh." Mona mumbled as she gasped for air. 

That noise didn't seem to stop the young, black stud from thrusting his gargantuan-sized cock harder into the beautiful blonde's mouth. Actually, Je'Quon reached his right hand down again and placed it firmly behind Mona's neck, forcing his cock in deeper, rougher and stronger.

Mona began to choke. She literally began gagging and coughing to the point that the black stud had no choice but to release his herculean cock from her mouth. But, he did so for just a few seconds. 

"Please?" Mona gasped in a faint whisper. 

Je'Quon immediately shoved his cock back into Mona's mouth. He slid it down her throat and began systemically pushing it in and out. One of his colleagues spoke.

"Dang, 'Quon. Don't choke the bitch." he laughed. 

All three young black men shared another laugh and a few high fives as Myron's young boss continued to rivet his huge cock into Mona's mouth. 

"I'll catch up wit' y'all later when I'm finished here." Je'Quon proposed to his friends. 

"Yeah. Catch 'ya later, J!" they replied, walking away. 

With that, the young black stud returned to his caller. 

"You still there, bitch?" He asked. The caller quickly responded. "Good. You better be." Je'Quon returned. 

As Mona continued sucking the mountainous black cock forced upon her, the harder thrusts from young Je'Quon were becoming too much for her to handle. Her breathing became quite heavier than the first 15 minutes. She began to gag every other minute now, which caused the black stud to refocus his attention towards her.

"Hey, listen. I'll call ya' back, bitch!" He said to his caller. 

As Je'Quon flipped his cell phone closed, he removed his massive cock from Mona's mouth. He smeared traces of his pre-cum onto the ivory skin of her face as she began coughing and panting uuncontrollably. Mona finally bent over in the front passenger's side seat, searching and gasping for her breath.

Je'Quon smiled. 

He took his glass of wine and handed it to her. 

"Here ya' go, girl. Drink some. It'll make you feel better." He directed. 

Mona's face was beet red. As she gained her breath, she took the glass from the young black stallion's grip and took a sip. She coughed after swallowing. 

"A little more. Drink the rest." Je'Quon ordered. 

Mona complied. 

She was just beginning to regain some of her senses back as she drank the remainder of the wine-filled glass. Her jaws ached, uncontrollably. She didn't have more than a few moments to recover when she felt Je'Quon's strong hand on top of her head once again. 

The young black god casually and very firmly grabbed Mona by her long, bright blonde hair. He pulled her from the passenger's side seat of his black Corvette and, in one smooth and continous motion, moved her to her feet on the parking lot pavement, then back into the car face first.

Mona was now bent over with her back facing the powerful black stud with her face pressed into the leather of the driver's side seat. Her red bikini bottoms were noticeably dampened as Je'Quon positioned her in the manner he desired. 

"Stay put, bitch. My dick is still hard ... and, I ain't leaving til' I'm done." He said, cooly.

"Oh, my gawd!" Mona thought to herself. "This can't happen. Please." she continued thinking. 

But, the beautiful 38-year-old blonde wife of the wimpy Myron had dreamt about being with a "real" man for so long. She never thought it would be like this. 

Despite the degradation she was now experiencing there was something she that she couldn't control.

END Ch.6



Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 07



The stunning 38-year-old blonde wife of Myron now felt more nervous and more frightened being with a man than she had ever felt before. 

The young, dark stud was easily controlling Mona's head by the back of her neck and by her long, bright silky blonde hair. 

Mona's beautiful face was already partially coated with the black man's thick seed and as red as a ripened beet. He now had her positioned with the right side of her face flush onto the hot, leather seat on driver's side of his car. The interior of his car was just beginning to cool from the air flowing through the vents of Je'Quon's Corvette.

Mona was literally bent over and positioned by the younger black stud to make her more accessible for him. Mona was unconsciously accommodating with her low-heeled, sandaled feet laying flat on the gravel pavement of the parking lot. Her backside pointed upwards towards the hot summer sky as the young black stallion gazed upon her from behind, contemplating his nest move. 

Mona could feel the black stallion's firm and masculine hands touching her perfectly-formed, heart-shaped ass. He felt her through her moist bikini bottoms. It was as if he were testing the ripeness of a melon at the local food market. 

"Now, that's what I call an ass, girl!" Je'Quon said. 

His approving tone was evident as he groped and fondled the older blonde woman's succulent asscheeks. 

"You're one fine piece of ass." He concluded. 

Mona did not know how to respond. The ravishing blonde wife of the wimpy, pale Myron had been sexually-deprived for so long. Even in her altered and slightly tipsy state, she knew this was something that shouldn't be happening. 

"This isn't right." Mona thought. 

Despite this, she could not control what she was feeling inside. The much younger black boss of her husband continued his seduction. Fonally, Mona was able to speak. 

"N-No, please ... we shouldn't." Mona barely whispered. 

She gasped in ecstasy as Je'Quon's already firm grip gew tighter by the moment. 

In what can be described as a prone position, the black stud ignored Mona's faint whisper of a plea. He was not anout to stop now. He placed the strong fingers of his right hand over her bikini-covered crotch from behind. They were already drenched and soaking wet while his left hand held Mona's head steadily and firmly in place. 

The young, black stud grinned knowingly. 

When he felt the dampness of the beautiful blonde's bikini-clad pussy he knew he had her. He rubbed and massaged it gently, then firmly, and continued increasing the intensity by the moment. 

"Oh." Mona blurted out. 

This slight scream coming from Mona was a little more than Je'Quon had wanted. Afterall, they were in the parking lot of a beach-front resort and he didn't want to attract any more attention than what was necessary. 

The dark-skinned stud smoothly and casually removed the red bikini bottoms from Mona's body, lifting her feet up one by one to slide them off rather easily. He placed them to his nose and took one quick sniff of the blonde's scented bikini bottoms before clutching them with his powerful fist. He held them for a moment as if there were a trophy for him. 

"Sweet white pussy." He whispered to himself. 

Je'Quon leaned down closer to her and placed the crotch part of her tiny red bikinis into her own mouth. He did so in a calculated manner, as if he had done this so many times before. 

"You keep them there now, bitch ... we don't need no five Oh coming by and fucking up my shit." He ordered. 

"Mmpfph. Mmpfph." Mona mumbled. Her sweet and delicate voice now muffled by the crotch of her own bikini bottoms. 

The young, dark stallion then stood upright. His massive and thick black cock jutted outward and seemed to flop around like a fish out of water as he began removing his own tiny bikini speedoes suit. 

He fully removed the thin, lighter neon purple-colored lycra-spandex bikinis from his muscular body. He could see the lipstick-smeared lip prints from the gorgeous blonde woman's lips alread embedded onto the large, flimsy crotch portion of his manly bikini. 

Je'Quon merely smiled. 

Mona was frozen in her bent-over position as the black stud admired her backside. With his own sweat-drenched bikini's in hand he bent downwards to the beautiful blonde's face once again. 

He seemed to be thinking for a moment and, with another smooth, calculating motion, he placed the insides of his purplish bikini directly over Mona's face. The inside crotch portion of his bikini was now right over her nose, forcing her to inhale the strong, powerful and musky scent of his masculine cock. 

"Now, that's what a real man's cock smells like, girl!" Je'Quon said in a loud whisper. 

"Mmpfph." Mona returned, still unable to truly respond. 

The strong and pungeant scent of the young, black stud's mammoth sweaty cock and balls instantly began to make Mona dizzy. She knew what was about to happen. She felt completely under the black god's control. 

It was at this time when Je'Quon's cell phone rang again. He didn't want to take the call but reluctantly did so, quickly flipping it open to answer. 

"This better be important." He answered. 

Mona could hear the conversation over the soft R and B music playing in the background from the car radio. The heat inside the car was murderous, despite the soft stream of air coming in. 

"Yeah. Yeah. I'll be there around 9. Now, let me finish fucking this white cunt and I'll hit 'ya up later, nigga!" Je'Quon told his caller. 

Je'Quon closed his phone and looked down towards what he viewed as his next conquest. Again, he admired the roundness and firmness of the 38-year-old blonde woman's bare ass. 

He slapped Mona's right asscheek hard. 

"Smack!" 

The sound echoed through his new 'Vette and parts of the parking lot.

The young black slapped it even harder a second and a third time, which sent Mona nearly howling in a muffled pain through the the bikini crotch stuffed into her own mouth.

Je'Quon felt Mona's pussy again. It was still wet and dripping. His huge cock was still hard. Non-chalantly, he placed the enormous head of his cock into the pretty blonde's drenched pussy. 

He continued from behind her. 

Mona gasped. 

"Mmpfph!" she moaned. 

She could feel the thickness of the young black stud's monstrous cock entering her as he slid it into her inch by inch. She was awestruck by it's pure size and thickness, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Je'Quon pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her tightness, another inch by another inch by another inch. 

"How's that feel, bitch?" Je'Quon asked. 

"Bet 'ya never felt anything like this from that giraffe-sized pussy boy husband of yours." He yelled. 

Je'Quon began ramming his massive cock into Mona harder. At this point, only 8 of the stud's proud 12 inches were inside Mona's white pussy. But, it was enough to make her squeal and writhe in a combination of pain and pleasure. 

"Oh my god!" she screamed, her voice still muffled by her own bikini bottoms. 

The young, black boss of her wimp husband was now determined to sink every inch of his manhood into her. He placed his strong hands onto her back and unfastened her red bikini bra, removing it like he was an expert. Mona's full, pale and astonishingly perfect breasts were now exposed. 

"Stop! Please stop! It's too big." Mona yelled. 

She could barely annunciate her words. 

But, the young Je'Quon ignored her plea. He increased the intensity two-fold, then three-fold. He began pounding, pummeling and pulverizing the beautiful blonde woman's tight pussy with such fury and power. He wasnted to fuck Mona into complete submission. 

"P-Please ... no more!" Mona continued begging. 

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Je'Quon commanded. 

"You're gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked before and you're gonna get fully nigga-fucked today ... you got that?!" He yelled. 

The intensity was almost unbearable for Mona. She nodded, in agreement, as her muffled voice strained to answer. 

"Yes. Yes, Ok. Yes, Sir." Mona replied. 

That is when Mona came for the first time. 

It seemed like years since her last orgasm from a man. Yrt, this was an orgasm like she had never felt before. It was an orgasm given to her by a real man. A black man. 

The black adonis could easily feel the flood of wetness coming from the older blonde beauty's pussy. Still, he was not fully satisfied. He was not close to finishing her. 

Je'Quon forceably shoved another two inches of his black cock into Mona's sopping wet pussy From his commanding stance behind her, his thrusts grew even more fierce and powerful. This was something Mona could never had imagined possible. He grabbed her smooth, pale hips to gain more leverage and held her tightly. He continued pounding away. His firm and well-sculpted, sweaty dark thighs bashed against the back of her thighs and ass like some sort of machine. 

Mona's eyes rolled further into the back of her head. The pain and the pleasure were nearly unbearable. 

"You like that nigga' cock, don't you bitch?" The black stud asked her. 

"You're mine now, aren't 'ya cunt?" He yelled. 

"This sweet white ass is gonna be nigga-owned from now on ... ain't it, ho'?" He asked. 

The near brutal pounding of Je'Quon's massive cock inside her nearly sent the ravishing blonde beauty into convulsions. The words this black stud of a man used when speaking to her sent chills down her spine. She felt completely and utterly used and contolled by him in every way. 

The furious pummeling of his black cock inside her was too much for her to handle. Mona quickly came again. This time, with even more intensity. 

"Aahhh. Ohhhh. Oh My G--!" she screamed through her bikini bottoms.

"That's right, my bitch. That feels good, don't it?" He asked proudly. 

The black man then felt Mona faint. 

Je'Quon removed Mona's bikini bottoms from her panting mouth as her head collapsed onto the hot leather car seat. He also pulled his own bikini bottoms from her head, releasing the sweaty crotch portion she was forced to inhale during the fucking.

But, after nearly 40 minutes of intense pounding of the white wife's previously under utilized cunt, Je'Quon was still not satisfied. 

He continued battering and hammering his monster-sized black cock into her bruised pussy as her limp body began to spasm with what felt like a third orgasm ready to explode.

Even in her passed out state, Mona's body was reacting to the extreme pummeling of Je'Quon's gargantuan-sized black cock. 

He would not relent. 

His mule-sized cock was now at it's full potential. He had buried all 12 thick inches of his dark cockmeat deep inside the blonde wife's now seemingly lifeless cunt. He pounded away like a jack-hammer as Mona finally regained consciousness, discovering that she was being fucked all along. 

She could feel the black stud's immense cock growing deeper inside and thrashing around at her cervix like a battering ram. Her used, worn-out body could hardly move. Yet, her stud continued using her as if she were some sort of rag doll.

It was all for him now and all for his pleasure. 

Her pussy was already swollen and bruised. The pain caused by his massive black cock increased with every full stroke he used. 

After another 10 minutes of the barbarous pounding, the young Je'Quon began flooding Mona's beaten cunt with his thick seed. She felt the hot stream pulsating against every centimeter of her insides. It was like a stream that would never end. 

Je'Quon yelled in conquest. "Ahh. Yes. Fuck Yes!" He screamed. 

He took Mona by her wet blonde hair and pulled her pretty face to it's side, now partially facing him. The black adonis then pulled his enormous manhood from Mona's already pummeled pussy and released the remaining thick seed from his swollen cock onto her. It completely and totally drenched the left side of her face and hair. To Je'Quon, his potent seed now adorned her face like a badge of honor. He victoriously smeared it across her full, crimson lips to taste. 

Mona was spent. 

Her pale body quivered from the intense multiple orgasms she had just experienced, and the intense heat from within the scorching car. She breathed heavily as her chest moved inwards and out. Her heart was thumping unpleasantly fast. Her pussy was was just abused without mercy. 

With the right side of her face still pressed against the leather seat of the car, Je'Quon once again took a fistful of her beautiful, natural blonde hair. He pulled her up by it. 

Je'Quon controlled her like the Raggedy-Ann doll she felt like as he pulled her still nude body up to her feet by her hair. He pulled her up onto the parking lot pavement and then placed her back into the car seat. 

She was now facing him, again. 

Mona breathed more steadily. She still felt a bit tipsy and high. And, she was more than 90% incoherent from the ravaging fuck she had just received. 

"Here. Put this back on." Je'Quon ordered, handing Mona her red bikini top. 

Mona complied in silence. 

She struggled to get her bikini bra back in it's proper place as Je'Quon leaned over and started the car's engine. He proceded to turn on the air conditioning of his black 'Vette and grabbed another marijuana blunt cigarette from the glove compartment.

The young black then handed Mona her bikini bottoms. She slowly slipped them on as Je'Quon put his own back on to cover his dark, muscular ass and cock.

Even with the passenger car door wide open the air conditioning felt good to Mona. She felt somewhat relieved by the cool air. The 38-year-old blonde remained barely coherent. Her reddened face and flushed cheeks burned as the cold air hit it with soft gusts. 

Je'Quon grabbed the wine bottle from the car floor. He took a sip. 

"This shit's warm." He snarled, disapprovingly.

He pulled a bottle of cold water from the backseat cooler and immediately swallowed half of it. He then handed the remainder to the exhausted blonde beauty. 

"Take a drink." He commanded.

The incoherent Mona was barely able to grasp the cold bottle of water that she needed so desparetely. She gradually brought it to her lips to gather the cool, refereshing water before letting the opened bottle fall to her lap. 

Her eyes were glazed over and half shut. 

"Here, put some more of this on, bitch!" Je'Quon directed, handing Mona the golden metal tube of her L'Oreal lipstick. 

Mona accepted it. Without much thought and still in her barely coherent state of mind, she applied another fresh coat of the drum beat red colored lipstick to her lips.

Je'Quon was standing right before her. His cock and torso a few inches away. Her feet were on the ground of the lot's gravel pavement as she sat sideways in the passenger seat of the young black man's Corvette. 

It was almost as if Mona was struggling to stay awake. 

In her altered state, she applied the lipstick several times thicker and sloppier than she usually did. 

Je'Quon looked down at her. He lit his marijuana cigarette and turned his hack to Mona. His powerfully-sculpted ass which was clad in the whisper thin fabric of the opaque neon-purple-colored lycra nylon spandex bikinis now faced her, no more than 5 inches away. 

"Kiss my ass, bitch!" Je'Quon ordered. "Kiss it now!" He confirmed his order. 

The gorgeous blue-eyed blonde wife of the passive Myron stared blankly at the young, black stud's bikini-covered asscheeks. She was in another world. Defeatedly, she simply obeyed the black boss' demand. Her limp grip of the lipstick tube caused her to drop it. It fell carelessly to the gravel lot as she continued staring directly at Je'Quon's ass. 

Without another moment's hesitation, Mona leaned over and daintilly placed both of her hands on either side of the black man's hips. He stood facing away from her. She placed the first kiss on his bikini-covered muscular asscheeks before placing a second one, and then a third. 

"That's right, my white bitch. Kiss a real man's ass." Je'Quon said firmly. 

He took another "hit" of his blunt cigarette. 

Mona continued. A fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh kiss to the black stud's asscheeks made the young Je'Quon hard again. There were now seven full lipstick lip prints from the blonde's lips adorning the light purple fabric of the black boss' strong and masculine asscheeks. 

For Je'Quon, this was just one of the statements of conquest a dominant black stud would want. 

Je'Quon then turned around and faced the still nearly incoherent Mona. 

She could see his massive bulge stretching the pouch of his bikini. Again, it was an ominous sight to her. She felt flustered and looked at it in awe. Even the lipstick prints and smudges from earlier on still adorned the black man's bikini-covered cock pouch. 

"Well, bitch. What are 'ya waiting for? Suck me again." He commanded.

Mona paused. 

She didn't think she could possibly handle anymore. Her brief pause was met with a stern and unapproving tone of voice from the young, black stallion.

"You heard me, didn't you?" He asked firmly.

He grabbed the blonde's hair and pulled her straight to her knees before him. Now, he had the stunning blonde wife of his subordinate kneeling before him. And, she was kneeling on the dirty gravel of a parking lot for him. 

"Take it out and suck it, bitch!" Je'Quon demanded. 

Mona simply obeyed. 

She began sucking the immense black cock before her. From her knees, she submitted to the power of this overpowering young black Master. 

The black dominant now took her full, blonde hair with both fists. He proceeded to use her mouth, once again. 

"You'd make a good mouth whore too." He told the blonde beauty. 

Je'Quon was much quicker this time, fucking Mona's already swollen mouth for another 5 minutes before he began to blow his substantial load. 

Mona could only manage swallowing the greater part of it as the young black stud withdrew his cock from her used mouth. He then plastered the blonde's flawless face with yet another coat of his thick seed. 

Mona began choking on what seemed like a pint of the black man's cum. This time, her choking was even more apparent. 

Mona realized the overwhelming power of this young man standing before her. 

She knew that she could not resist him. 

Her pussy ached and quivered as he unloaded streams of his seed onto her face. The black stallion roughly used her mouth for his own pleasure. 

It felt so unreal to Mona. Yet, in some ways she felt as if she now belonged to something bigger and more powerful in life than her own. 

With a single and swift move, Je'Quon pulled the blonde woman back up to her feet by hair. He placed her back into his car as Mona leaned back into the plush leaather seat to gather more of the cool air streaming in. 

She closed her eyes and drifted into sleep. 

The young, black boss looked down at his newest conquest. 

"Another white bitch is mine." He thought. 

A satisfying grin traced his lips. Yet, it seemed so routine for him. So casual. So nonchalant.

For Je'Quon, it was exactly this way. 

Je'Quon decided to let the beautiful, blonde wife of Myron rest. The woman that he had just fucked into total submission was now passed out and completely worn down by the near brutal fucking he had bestowed upon her. 

Graciously, he would allow to rest for just awhile. 

Back at the flat rocks a few hundred yards away, the tall, timid and passive Myron remained fast asleep. He had been waiting for his wife and his young boss to return from their so-called "walk" to see his new Corvette car.

Still, the thought of Mona being with another man was foreign to Myron. It never really crossed his mind before. The 48-year-old nerdy white man was more embarrassed by the way his stern young black boss was treating him and the way he spoke to him in the presence of his beautiful, blonde wife. 




Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 07



Je'Quon seemed content for now. 

Nonchalantly, he flipped open his cell phone to return one of the calls he had missed. He then noticed the fallen lipstick tube Mona had dropped earlier and bent down to pick it up from the hot gravel pavement.

His confidence was overwhelming. He knew that Mona was his now. 

END Ch.07 




Wimp Loses to Young Black Boss Ch. 08



The young black god returned a few calls as his latest conquest remained passed out in the pasenger's seat of his black Corvette. His 5'8" tall, 185 lb. chiseled, dark and muscular frame hovered over the used blonde wife of Myron, victoriously. 

Time continued to pass.

It had been nearly two hours since the young Je'Quon had begun the walk to his car with the beautiful 38-year-old blonde wife of his subordinate. The young black stallion had mercilessly fucked Mona into complete and total submission. After allowing her a brief, 20-minute cat nap, the 27-year-old black boss decided that it was time to head back. In his mind, he was finished using his new "white bitch" for the time being. 

Je'Quon leaned over the pummeled Mona to awaken her. To him, she had been one of his most satisfying white bitch conquests. Still, he knew that this was just the beginning, and simply an introductory lesson for the pale blonde woman. The young black Je'Quon had made the decision he would continue to mold the stunning 38-year-old blonde Mona into one of his prized possessions. 

He made that decision the moment he layed eyes upon her. 

The black stud looked down upon the used and abused Mona smiling. He began "tapping" the sides of her beautiful face to bring her back to consciousness. Mona was spent and the now dried up seed from the young black boss was literally plastered onto her face, from her chin to her cheeks to her forehead. More dried cum saturated her brilliant blonde hair, which was frazzled out of control from her own sweat and the cold air blowing upon it. Her soaked pussy throbbed with intense pain.

With one quick movement, the young Je'Quon grabbed a fistful of Mona's hair and pulled her up to her feet onto the gravel pavement. The once ravisihing blonde now had the appearance of a well-fucked and well-used white whore. The black stud marveled, in delight. 

"Time to go now, girl." he commanded. 

Mona's eyes barely remained open as she stood there, "teetering" like a small tree in the wind. She squinted through blurred vision as what seemed like a gallon of the young black masculine stud's seed poured from her swollen, massacred pussy. Slowly, it ran down the lengths of her streamlined inner thighs, and to her knees.

The barely coherent Mona had no sensation of this. She could not yet feel the incredible volume of the stud's seed flowing out of her when she stood back up. But, to the young black boss the image of this was "priceless," he thought. 

"Let's go, bitch!" Je'Quon ordered, once again. 

Without a verbal answer, the beautiful blonde began stepping towards him. She simply nodded and began following the chiseled black man in a subservient manner. Her strides were short and unpredictable as she wavered back and forth, desperately trying to maintain her balance on those heeled sandals. 

Mona's beaten blonde pussy writhed in pain with every step she took. Yet, the satisfaction she had received felt like a gift from the heavens that a true god had bestowed upon her. Her eyes obediently followed the slow, arrogant and cocky strides of the young black bull before her. 

The brutal fucking had all been too much for the previously under-utilized blonde pussy of Myron's wife. Her efforts to keep a steady pace were futile. Her mind wandered in disbelief at how she felt, and her thoughts grew further and further away from her weakling, white sissy husband.

As they reached the end of the parking lot where the small, grassy area met the sand of the beach, Mona simply collapsed to her knees. She then fell forward until the front of her body met the dirt, followed by her beautiful face that gently hit the dirt and grass. Her forearms had graciously cushioned her fall. The 38-year-old blonde woman now layed, face down, in the dirt of this grassy nole. The young black Je'Quon simply turned to see Mona laying face down. Her beautiful white body was exhausted and unable to continue. 

Je'Quon simply grinned inside. 

A small, barely detectable smile traced his lips as he lifted his dark shades for a better view. He figured that he had better retrieve his new white bitch and fuck hole. 

The young black boss walked over to the fallen abused blonde woman casually. He removed one of his black sandals from his muscular black feet and placed it near her shoulder. Arrogantly, he put the top of his foot under her and "rolled" the used blonde woman over onto her back. 

The malleable older blonde woman was now laying face up, and on her weakened back. Her body was exhausted as she stared into the blue sky breathing heavier. She knew that she was unable to continue the journey back and, defeatedly, she closed her perfect blue eyes to pass out. 

As Mona closed her eyes, she began drifting off into a sleep. But, this lasted merely a few moments. Her eyes opened again as she was greeted by the bare foot of the young black stud "tapping" both sides of her pale cheeks. Back and forth, and back again, the young black "tapped" her once pristine face with his strong toes. 

"C'mon, bitch." He commanded.

"Not too much further to go." He instructed. 

Mona's eyes were opened, yet she could not move. She continued laying there in shame as the black man bullied her already beaten red face with his bare feet. Je'Quon was bringing her back into a state of consciousness, but barely. The blonde woman's eyes were half-shut and her lips gre excessively dry and parched. She began to sweat as the hot sun beamed down upon her. 

"What up, bitch? Ya' needs some water or what?" the black stud asked. 

Nearly incoherent, Mona found herself nodding a simple and defeated "yes" as she remained laying on her back, looking up. Her face and nose were dirtied by the dry dirt and grass, and the exhaustion she felt was like no other she had felt before. 

With unimagineable disdain, the 27-year-old black stallion bent over and down to the abused blonde beauty beneath him. It appeared that the black man was leaning down to kiss her full and parted dry lips. But, this was not the case. It was at this time the young Je'Quon triggered a thick stream of saliva from his mouth, and strategically allowed it to fall to Mona's swollen lips. 

Defeatedly, the blonde Mona layed there and accepted it. The thick saliva from the young black stud's mouth coated her beautiful lips, and began dripping slowly into her own mouth. He repeated this unruly and callous act of dominance a second time, then a third time.

The beautiful blonde Mona was truly spent. She felt almost grateful for the small amount of moistness her black god had given her.

"Thank you, Sir." she murmured. 

Impatiently, the young black boss grabbed the top of the blonde woman's head, and pulled her back up to her feet by her hair. Still incoherent, Mona began wobbling in the direction of her young black Master, who had taken several strides ahead of her. In her futile attempt to stand on her own two feet while keeping her eyes focused on him, she fell to her knees once again. 

Mona put her hands to the ground to keep herself from falling face down. Now, she was on her hands and knees on the grassy dirt before the beach and 25 feet from the young black Je'Quon. Her face was a mess and her hair rattled out of complete control. She peered up at him from her lowly and humiliating position trying to find the strength to continue. 

"What? Is my bitch still thirsty?" the black stud asked, sarcastically.

Mona could not respond. Her faint "nod" was barely detectable, yet the young black boss of her pathetic, wimpish husband continued to demoralize and degrade his new blonde interest. It was almost as if he was "testing" her in some unusual and arrogant way. 

"Crawl to me, bitch." He commanded.

"Show some respect for a "real" man. Git' dat pretty ass over here and kiss my feet." He added.

There was only a moment's hesitation before the 38-year-old blonde woman began crawling on her hands and knees towards the black stallion. Slowly and degradingly, the beautiful blonde Mona slithered her way towards him before she fell onto her trimmed belly at his dark feet. 

Young Je'Quon stood above her in an imperious position as he "lorded" over his older white bitch. She paused for a moment, wallowing in her disgrace before she leaned in with her delicate pale hands and placed them around the ankle of his right foot. Obediently, she began kissing the tops of his masculine, muscular black feet, which were still clad in the leather sandals he wore.

"Thank you, Sir." Mona whispered, as she began kissing the feet of the black stud. 

The young black stud waas relentless. 

"Keep kissing'em bitch." he yelled. 

Several passersby walked through this area now, from an older white couple to a few white women and two white couples in their mid 30's. They could see the older white Mona literally groveling on her belly in the dirt kissing the young, muscular black man's sandaled feet in the most humiliating manner possible. 

They hung their heads, in shame, yet continued looking back in awe. 

Je'Quon made the blonde woman kiss the tops of his powerful feet for more than 10 minutes. Her kisses began to slow, and he felt it was time to move on. He had enjoyed showing the other white passersby how a black man can so easily control a white woman. Their shame and humiliation had inspired him ten-fold. 

"C'mon, girl. Let's move." He directed, pulling Mona up by her blonde hair, once again.

Back at the flat rocks, the naive and unsuspecting Myron was still waiting. He began to worry now and wondered what could have possibly taken so long to just look at a car. 

"Perhaps, they went for a ride?" he tried reasoning. 

The tall and nerdy Myron had been drifting in and out of sleep for the past two hours. He waited for his young, black boss to return with his wife from their long "walk" and was beginning to get concerned about a possible accident.

By this time, the young Je'Quon had all but given up hope on getting the well-fucked Mona to walk on her own. She had been so brutally pounded into pleasure by the black stud, and she finally passed out again. The black boss of Myron had swooped her up into his strong, chiseled arms and began carrying her collapsed body over his left shoulder. 

From a distance, Myron finally noticed them. He was not sure of what he was looking at from 75 yards away as he strained his eyes to focus on the image of the young black stud in his skimpy light purple bikini carry his blonde wife over his powerful shoulders. The tall, white wimp of a man jumped from the rocks he sat upon and into the sand. He began walking towards them, then tripped over his own two feet in the sand clumsily. 

"Oh my G-G-Gawwd!" He exclaimed. 

"Wh-what happened?" He pondered.

The pathetic Myron finally got up to his feet and stood there, nervously. Despite his 6'7" tall frame, his 218 lb. body was weak, and he knew that he would never be able to carry his wife like the young, black man was. There was nothing that he coul do except wait, and so he did. 

Within a minute, the young black boss of the wimpish Myron had arrived before him. 

"oh, gosh!" Myron gasped. "Wh-What happened? M-Mona? ... are you o-okay?" he stuttered, looking at his beautiful blonde wife laying over the broad shoulders of this muscular black stud. 

Je'Quon then pulled the stunning 38-year-old blonde Mona from over his powerful shoulder and down into his well-sculpted, dark arms. He held her now lifeless and limp body as if she were a limp noodle, her right arm now draped over the powerful black's neck.