22 comments/ 37809 views/ 51 favorites The Black Wedding By: TheTalkMan This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy. ************ A huge pair of breasts pressed softly into the bar. The woman knew exactly what she was doing as she bent over the bar, her clingy, skimpy, low-cut tank top yawing open, trying to catch the bartender's attention in more ways than one. She was dressed to impress, wearing tight, dark, form fitting jeans and stylish shoes. But it was her slim top that drew the eyes. Tight, clinging to her fit upper-half, showing off an expanse of her flat belly and sexy navel, the cream colored tank top was scooped very low, showing a near indecent amount of her round and smooth boobs, and the deep canyon of cleavage in between. The spaghetti straps were being tested by her massive rack, digging into her smooth tanned skin, while allowing her fantastic bust to be shown off to its maximum potential. She would outwardly justify this wardrobe choice as simply a countermeasure to the summer heat, but everyone knew she chose this just because it showed off her rocking DD's. She looked damn good, and she fucking knew it. "Can I get you something, Megan?" Zack asked, turning to face her, doing his best to keep his eyes on hers as she bent over the bar, her huge tits hanging down, showing off her deep cleavage. It was a visual delight to anyone who was looking, but luckily for Zack he was experienced with this type of thing, so it was nothing new. He kept his eyes always forward. "What are you offering?" the hot brunette purred, smiling wickedly at the handsome man behind the bar. "Well... we're a bar, and we're fully stocked. We have just about any drink you'd like," Zack replied, not acknowledging her obvious flirting. Megan was a few years older than him. She had been coming to this bar with her friends once or twice a week for a while now and she had been flirting with Zack from almost the beginning. Her friends always came across as strong, professional women and they dressed the part, but Megan wasn't afraid to dress like, quite frankly, a slut. Zack didn't really like thinking of women like that anymore, but her heavy, blunt flirting pretty much proved him right. At first, when she started coming in, her flirting was light. But her comments had progressed into being very blatant, saying things that almost made this Midwestern young man blush. Things that he was shocked she would say at all, let alone in public, surrounded and almost encouraged by her friends. But Zack was a pretty worldly guy, so it would take a lot to shock him. "Well, the one thing I want to drink, you won't give me," she replied, looking straight at Zack, her eyes playful, clearly savoring this interaction already. Zack looked at her for a few moments, unsure of her meaning, before she made it crystal clear. "I'm talking about your semen," she added bluntly. Zack reacted to this admission by panicking slightly and glancing around to make sure no one had overheard her blatant come-on. The brunette smiled brightly and continued. "I just want you to know that whenever I'm here and I'm staring at you, all I can imagine is getting on my knees and taking every single drop of cum from your swollen balls into my mouth. I would let it pool there. I would slide it all over my tongue, savoring the delicious taste, cause I can just tell you're just one of those guys who has great tasting cum. I would coat the inside of my mouth with it so I would taste it for days. Then, when I'm finally done, I would swallow every fucking drop and ask for more," she teased, her nipples hardening under her top. "Do you want any alcohol or not?" Zack asked, not in the mood to play games with her. She pouted slightly. "Why don't you ever hit on me, Zack?" Megan asked. "Guys fall all over themselves for me. Most men I come across would do anything to get in my pants. I mean, are you gay or something? What man doesn't want to suck on these tits? No man's will is that iron. I mean, you don't even have the decency to check out my huge boobs! I can't tell you how happy it would make me if I caught you staring at my cleavage. That alone would give me so much mental fuel. I would literally finger myself to that for months without it getting old," she told him, loving the heated and filthy nature of this, unfortunately, one-sided seduction. "A guy would have to be gay to resist your charms?" Zack replied bluntly. "You're telling me that all guys just fall entranced by your sparkling personality? Or, maybe, just maybe, not every guy is looking for what you are offering..." he explained, not giving her an inch, unimpressed by her heavy handed seduction. "One day, I might just start going to a different bar, where the bartenders are far more willing to play. And when I do, you're gonna really regret missing out on this," she said, gesturing towards her hot body. Zack's eyes were drawn downward for a moment, unconsciously following her hands, his eyes taking in her luscious frame for a moment before catching himself, bringing his gaze up from her delicious boobs to her eyes again. "Ah! Had you there for a second! You see, Zack, deep down, you want this. You'd better take advantage before I'm out of your life for good." "Well, I can't wait for that day to come," Zack replied simply, happy simply at the thought of not having to deal with her again. She smiled at him, loving the hunt, feeling the thrill of the chase. Zack had resisted her far longer than any other man. Most others had given in, but not him. And that level of willpower made him absolutely irresistible to the hot-bodied seductress. She reached across the bar and put her hand on his arm, but he pulled away. She had gotten very handsy lately. At one point, when he was out from behind the bar, she announced her presence to him by palming his cute butt, digging her nails into him roughly. He didn't appreciate the invasion of his person then, and he really didn't now. "Ah, who am I kidding?" She began. "I love the chase. When you and I finally do it, and believe, some day, we ARE gonna do it, it's gonna be so worth the wait..." Zack didn't respond, leaving her to fill in the silence. "Don't make me have to go home empty handed, Zack. I'm not asking for a relationship here. I just want you to come back to my place so we can screw each others' brains out," she said with a sickeningly sweet smile. He didn't say a word so she continued. "I don't understand why everyone gets so hung up on casual sex. Zack... just let me show you a good time. You've earned it." Megan urged softly. "And you know that I would show you a very good time." "Again, Megan, not interested. Now do you want a drink or not?" Zack asked, impatient, deftly denying her as other customers were backing up at the bar. "Whiskey. Straight-up," she relented, pouting. As he turned to grab the bottle, she let her eyes gaze across his impressive frame. She admired his cute butt. His fit torso. His strong, sturdy arms. His broad back. Even though he was so calm and even-keeled, an experienced seductress like her could just tell this guy would be an absolute beast between the sheets. She often fantasized about being on the receiving end of the lustful fury hidden behind his cool façade. "You might as well give up, Megan." Zack began, "Hate to break it to you, but I'm engaged. Someone came up to this bar and beat you to it, did what you couldn't," he teased, smiling back at her, knowing this would infuriate Megan, while hoping it would end her fascination with him. She grabbed her drink from him and slammed it, before looking at him coolly. "Does she have tits like these?" she said, her tone slightly less playful, cupping her mammoth jugs, pointing them at him. He couldn't help but glance at her rack for a moment, taking in their smooth, perfect round shape, but he looked away calmly, confident enough to see what she was offering and still be unaffected. "She has something you don't," Zack replied easily, denying the aggressive, hot-bodied vixen at every turn. "She must be a lucky girl," she replied, staring him down, anger behind her eyes. "But engaged isn't married, and take it from me, a ring is simply a target to women like me. This will never stop for you, Zack. If it's not me, it'll be another woman. Trust me," she warned him knowingly. "I have other customers... and your friends are looking bored," Zack replied, looking to step away from the seductress. "Can I at least get your number?" she asked, "In case things with your girl don't work out, and you're in desperate need of some hot, tight cunt?" Zack bristled slightly at her rough language. "I think I'm good," Zack replied with a knowing look. She nodded her head, sadly receiving the answer she expected at this point. "That's probably for the best," she admitted. "The things I'd do if I had your phone number..." she paused wistfully. "I'd make taking pictures of naked tits a fucking art form." Zack's eyes widened slightly, again wowed by how blunt and honest she was being. "You done?" he asked. She gave him a hard, pointed look before relenting. "Well..." she began, reaching into her small purse, "If you change your mind, here's my card," she said, handing him a business card. She gave him one last, lingering look before stepping away, shaking her butt at him pointedly, the straps of her black thong riding proudly over her hips, forming an indecent whale-tail, displaying the tiny undergarment without shame. But Zack didn't linger on her or the card in his hand. Zack didn't even glance at it before dispensing it into the trash. Women like Megan didn't really faze him anymore. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Zack. In fact, the other bartenders teased him for it, some of the other guys not understanding what made him so irresistible to the female clientele. The female bartenders and staff totally got his appeal, but they had the respect for him and his relationship status that those other women didn't. The Zack of old would have happily welcomed this behavior in the female customers, but he had evolved beyond that type of thing. Despite their obvious appeal, he had grown enough to not gawk like a horny teenager. He wasn't blind to it, certainly. He totally understood how hot and sexy women like Megan were, but a guy like Zack had pretty much seen everything. He had seen big boobs. Very big boobs. He had seen full, round, juicy asses. He had done some filthy things with women, things you don't do with women you respect and love, but that stuff was all out of his system now. He didn't need a pair of massive, soft, juicy breasts. He didn't need a tight, round and fit ass to make him happy. He wasn't that guy anymore. He was ready to settle down and be with someone for the right reasons. He needed a lot more than what Megan offered. He was good. He was happy. He had Mandy, and she was all he needed. He couldn't wait for the wedding. He couldn't wait to get married. He couldn't wait to have the privilege of taking Mandy as his wife, and he couldn't wait for her to do allow him the honor of being her husband. Despite what all his buddies would tell him, the idea of settling down and getting married sounded very appealing to Zack. It sounded like just what he needed to be perfectly content and happy. He couldn't wait. ************* Like many women before her, Mandy Robbins was realizing that the idea of marriage was a lot more appealing than the reality of making it happen. What had started as a simple, humble event was suddenly turning into the wedding from hell. The big day was quickly approaching and things were happening fast. She would carry a notebook around filled with all the arrangements and important information for the wedding just in case something arose and she needed to know some information at a moment's notice. She thought she had everything all set but she wasn't the type to rest on her laurels. She would check things over and over again, but even for someone like her, she was starting to feel pretty good about how the arrangements were coming along. With the wedding only a few weeks' away, Mandy figured things should be pretty much set at this point, but that wasn't the case for her. On the contrary, things were pretty much falling apart. "What do you mean you can't find my order?" Mandy said on the phone, losing her cool. As she sat at her desk at work and listened to the caterer explain to her that her arrangements had somehow vanished, Mandy began to panic. "My wedding's in three weeks! I can't find another caterer on this short of notice! Wait... it's gonna cost me how much to re-submit my order? I... I can't afford that! I mean, I put my order in months ago!" A few minutes later, Mandy's head was in her hands after she angrily slammed the phone down. She didn't know what she was gonna do. Things had seemed like they were going well, but it seemed like all of a sudden in these last few days all of her plans were getting thrown out the window. She rubbed her forehead in consternation. Things couldn't fall apart now. They couldn't! She had done everything right. Mandy was a very detail oriented person, and organizing this wedding seemed to fit perfectly with this side of her. She had started on everything months in advance, not wanting to procrastinate. She was very good about checking her arrangements over multiple times, verifying that things were running smoothly. Getting everything in place was tricky. Trying to find a good place for flowers, and catering, and a good church; it wasn't easy, especially in the big city. But she was happy with what she had put together. Neither her nor her husband-to-be were exactly raking it in, so they were working on a limited budget. And that was fine, cause Mandy wasn't the type of girl to need pomp and circumstance. Sure, that kind of stuff seemed good in fantasy, but the young secretary was aware enough to know that that kinda stuff wasn't very realistic. Typically, she liked to stay after work when she had to make some important calls pertaining to her wedding. It was usually after her boss and most of the others had left, preferring to conduct the business there as opposed to at her apartment. She liked doing things at work because she tried to avoid bringing this madness home with her. She was doing this on her own time so no one could be too upset, and typically, the people still around past closing time were too absorbed in their own business to take notice of her. But now, as she confronted the fact that all of her plans were falling apart, she regretted taking care of her personal business in this setting. At this point, she wanted to be far away from prying eyes. And, on top of that, this happened to be one of the few days that her boss had stuck around beyond her normal leaving time. And of course, just as she was feeling this wave of panic as her perfectly laid plans fell through, her boss, Vanessa Jones, the CEO of Tredex Enterprises, emerged from her office. "Mmm, good, you're still here," Vanessa said, stepping out of her office. "I need to get a hold of Tori K in the morning. I need to tell her to get her man in line so we can do some business together." The older African-American woman sauntered towards Mandy, looking every bit the high powered executive she was, her slim, leather skirt and her tight, silky blouse hugging her voluptuous form. Her small black designer purse was hanging off her shoulder, and her fashionable aviator-style sunglasses were poised at the end of her nose. As she began to walk past her seated secretary, her high heels clicking on the floor, she didn't immediately taking notice of her secretary's plight. It was only when she noticed her secretary's lack of response that she glanced down at her and noticed her head in her hands. "What's wrong?" Vanessa asked. While Vanessa had a soft spot for her young secretary and often gave her advice and discussed the young woman's professional future, things between them were typically very business-like, centering mostly on professional matters, so it was unusual for her to inquire too much into Mandy's personal matters. "Uhh... well," Mandy began, angrily smiling, "Firstly, the florist for my wedding decided to double his price. The photographer just disappeared off the face of the Earth, and now, my order with the caterer up and vanished. I... my wedding is falling apart!" She said, feeling tears welling in her eyes, but she tried to stop herself. She would not let herself cry at work. She wasn't one of those girls. Not knowing what to say at first, Vanessa looked at Mandy's desk, noting the open folder with Mandy's wedding plans. Being a veteran of many marriages, this caught her eye, so she shifted her focus away from her panicked secretary onto that. "Let me take a look at this..." Vanessa said, moving her sunglasses on top of her head and leaning over the desk. Mandy moved aside to give her boss some room. As she did, Mandy couldn't help but let her eyes lock onto Vanessa's jiggling breasts as she bent over the desk. This happened a lot, and not just with Mandy, but with lots of people. Vanessa's breasts were absolutely enormous, looking even more huge due to her fit frame. And it wasn't unusual to catch someone in the office gawking at her massive black breasts. Mandy surmised that Vanessa secretly welcomed this kind of attention, with some of the low-cut tops she wore, but since Mandy worked in close proximity to her, she tried her best to not let them catch her eye. Mandy was 100% straight, it wasn't anything like that. They were just perfectly round and smooth and absolutely huge. It was difficult not to stare, man or woman. Her boobs were just amazing! In Mandy's current state, the size of her boss's breasts was only a momentary distraction as Vanessa glanced over Mandy's wedding plans with surprising interest. She glanced through each perfectly separated section in Mandy's folder, evaluating her choices for the church, flowers, catering, photographer, etc. As she did, she muttered to herself. "No... no... no," she said, shaking her head at Mandy's choices. "Oh, Mandy... you really should have brought me in on this earlier," she said softly to herself, with a slight sense of judgment. "I'm sorry, but these choices are pretty rough. The florist you chose is garbage, the caterer is a well-known rip-off artist, and the church you chose is not one you want to get married in. What compelled you to choose these?" she asked, looking down at her seated secretary, who had never felt so small. "I... I..." Mandy stammered, her cheeks beet red as she rubbed her forehead. "You clearly did your research... why did you decide on... these?" Vanessa asked, tearing down Mandy's decision making as she would with some incompetent subordinate in the boardroom. This harsh judgment, combined with her already boiling frustration, finally caused Mandy to boil over. "Well, maybe if you paid me more, I could have afforded better!" Mandy said loudly at her boss, catching Vanessa off guard. Only a second later, horror flashed across her face at the realization of what she had just said hit her. "Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn't mean that!" Mandy stammered. Vanessa looked down at Mandy with an unreadable expression for a moment, causing Mandy to panic and think she was about to get fired on the spot. Then, Vanessa smirked, with almost a bit of pride. "Ooohh, shy little thing has some fire in her belly! I like that!" Vanessa said, causing Mandy to exhale in relief. The Black Wedding "I'm sorry... it's just, this is all happening at once, and it's all so fast, and I've got no one to help out..." Mandy said, everything hitting her at once as she felt the tears welling in her eyes once more. Vanessa studied her young secretary for a moment before coming to a decision. "I tell you what, come into my office. Let me make some calls." Mandy followed her boss into her large office. Vanessa dropped her bag unceremoniously onto the floor and tossed her sunglasses onto the side couch. As Vanessa sat behind her large oak desk and skimmed through her leather notebook full of phone numbers, Mandy sat in front of the desk, not sure what to expect. Vanessa rolled up her sleeves, cracked her neck, and picked up the phone. For the next hour, she watched her boss do in an hour what had taken Mandy months. Using her knowledge of the city and her many connections, she had rearranged everything, using her sway to get new expensive caterers, one of the best florist's in the city, a highly regarded photography company, a new banquet hall for the reception and a new church, which was one of the oldest and in-demand wedding spots in the city. Every time Mandy tried to speak up, Vanessa would silence her with a mere wave of her hand. Mandy was in a panic, thinking this was all way beyond her budget, but when she brought it up, Vanessa said simply, "Don't worry about it.", seemingly implying that she would be footing the tab. Mandy had occasionally been with Vanessa in the boardroom before and seen her at work, but it was as she made these calls that she truly saw what had allowed Vanessa to rise to where she was now. She was firm and imposing when she had to be, and smooth and charming when she had to grease the wheels. It was clear that Vanessa was enjoying this process as well, as any exhaustion she might have felt at the end of a long work week was gone. Her perfectly presented look became slightly mussed the longer she was on the phone, her blouse becoming untucked, a few hairs of her perfectly styled hair moving slightly out of place, a button on her top becoming undone, and a bit of sweat forming on her brow. But an hour or so later, when she hung up the phone after booking the new church, she finally sat back and smiled at her young secretary, her work done. "Ms. Jones, I... I don't know what to say. I mean, like I said, I can't afford any of this, and that church is just amazing... But it's too big, and too fancy, and we don't have that many people coming..." Mandy stammered. "Mandy, like I said, I'll cover it... consider it a wedding gift." Vanessa replied. Mandy was blown away. While Vanessa was always kind to her, she didn't think Vanessa particularly liked her this much. And plus, she wasn't even coming to the wedding. How could this be happening? "It's too much... I can't accept that." Mandy said, her Midwest sensibilities not allowing her to accept this gift outright. "Nonsense." Vanessa said, waving her hand at Mandy dismissively. "Hon, I've got more money than I know what to do with. Don't worry, I'll be fine. And besides... I like you Mandy. I sense something in you. You're young and you're shy, but you've got strength in you. You're tough, and trust me, as someone who's been in business for a long time, us girls have to stick together." Vanessa explained with a warm tone, her velvety voice soothing her worries. Mandy exhaled, and smiled at her older boss, finally accepting the gift from her. "I don't know how I'm gonna fill up that church." Mandy said with a laugh. "Oh, don't worry about that. I know some people who are happy to show up at any event where I'm picking up the check. We'll make it a big event. Trust me, there won't be an empty seat." Vanessa said confidently. Not being able to find the words to express her immense gratitude, emotion finally began to overwhelm Mandy. She put her head in her hands as tears began to pour from her eyes. Vanessa smiled warmly as her young secretary began sobbing into her hands. Vanessa stood up, her heels clicking on the floor as she approached her. Mandy looked up and smiled at her boss standing over her, spreading her arms invitingly. Mandy smiled through her tears as she stood and hugged her boss. She couldn't help but notice Vanessa's massive boobs pressing into her own slim chest as they hugged, but as her boss patted her on the back warmly the only thing running though her mind was relief. As the hug finished and Mandy stepped back, she looked up at her boss with affection. "Thank you so much," Mandy said, as Vanessa gave her some tissues to wipe her tears away. "This has been so hard and I don't have many people to talk to about this... I can't say thank you enough! I really, truly appreciate it!" "No problem, honey. I think I've put together a pretty amazing wedding for you. I look forward to it." Vanessa said. "So, you're gonna be there?" Mandy asked, knowing she had been told previously she was too busy to attend. "Hey, I put this whole thing together, I've got to see it through." Vanessa replied with a warm smile. "Thank you... again," Mandy replied. "Now, you talk to me if any of these people start giving you some shit. I'll kick them into shape." Vanessa said. "Totally," Mandy said. "And you keep me in the loop. As you're unofficial wedding planner, I want to be in the know on everything." Vanessa said. "Of course. Totally." Mandy said. "Now..." Vanessa said, moving to retrieve her sunglasses, "If you'll excuse me, I do have to get going. I have a very hot date with a very hot doctor who I plan to do some very bad things to, so..." Mandy stepped aside as Vanessa stepped past her, before bending down to retrieve her purse. As she did, Mandy couldn't help but notice the tiny, solid yellow thong appearing above the hem of her skirt, pulled up over her hips in an obscene whale-tail. Mandy surmised that Vanessa's doctor friend was in for a very good time. As they stepped out of the office together, Mandy thanked her boss again before departing. She was amazed at how kind her boss was being, especially considering her reputation. Vanessa Jones was known as a fierce, cutthroat businesswoman, but at this point Mandy had nothing but warm feelings for her boss. She was forever grateful for her boss's help and kindness, and for the first time Mandy saw Vanessa as something of a mother figure. No matter what happened, Mandy would think warmly of Vanessa. That feeling was about to be tested. ************* For the next few days, Mandy was walking on air. The many obstacles she had faced, things were finally beginning to work out. Fate was finally beginning to be kind, thanks to Vanessa. This made her think about her journey to this point, how she came to work for the notorious Vanessa Jones. Initially, Mandy was told to be afraid of her boss. When she started at Tredex Enterprises as a lower tier assistant, she had been told to steer clear of the CEO, to stay away from Vanessa Jones. But for someone in Mandy's position at the time, it wasn't like they were running into each other often. Vanessa was on a whole other level of existence it seemed. Mandy's job was to help out whoever she was assigned to, taking notes, delivering paperwork, boring stuff like that. The company itself was a very competitive environment, as they handled the logistics of handling products from the factory to the shelf. The sales team was in charge of finding the cheapest and most efficient modes of shipment, as well as selling the products to the big chain stores. Success was dictated by who brought in the biggest savings and the highest profits. The sales team was hyper-competitive, and the work environment could be rather tense. Whether she knew it or not, Mandy Robbins was built to last within this competitive environment. She was an extremely shy, quiet girl, and her attitude towards her job was to simply keep her head down and do what she was asked. She stayed out of conflict and did her best to help out wherever she could. She had no background in this line of work. She had only applied because it was the first job listing that popped up on the job website she used. Mandy had had a rough upbringing. Her parents had died in a car accident when she was young, and she was raised by her grandmother. Living with her grandmother instead of her younger, more vibrant parents limited the kinds of things she was able to do in her youth. So, Mandy became very quiet and bashful. She was super nice and friendly when called upon, though she never jumped out from the crowd. She was pretty, but the type of pretty that grows on you. Her pale complexion, her frumpy red hair, and her plain wardrobe meant she never really made a mark in school. People knew her and were nice to her, but she didn't have many real true friends. Mandy's grandmother had passed soon after her high school graduation, so Mandy was on her own with no real support system. Mandy didn't have the money to go to college, so although she was a very bright girl and a great student her options were limited. That is part of the reason why she moved to the big city. She was a young woman looking for a fresh start in a new location that was bustling with opportunity. It was a tough job search, but it eventually paid off. So despite the warnings about the big boss and that innate feeling that she didn't belong with all these high rolling business people, she knew she had to stick it out at Tredex. She had gotten her foot in the door and she'd be a fool not to let things play out. And it actually worked out for the best. Her quiet and eager-to-please demeanor allowed her to gain a good reputation around the building. She steadily climbed the ladder, working as an assistant for some bigger figures in the company. Her reputation grew until, eventually, she had caught the eye of Vanessa Jones. Before she knew it, Mandy was applying to work alongside the company's CEO. Despite being told to steer clear of the big boss, she was now being offered to work directly alongside her. Mandy was filled with a lot of trepidation when she waited to be interviewed by Vanessa. The rep she had been working for had retired, leaving Mandy floating, not sure where her services would go, until she was called by HR and told she had an interview with Vanessa Jones the next day. Mandy nearly dropped her phone when she heard this. Then she steeled herself, calmed her nerves and made sure to be ready at 8 AM to talk with the big bad CEO for the first time. But despite her best efforts, as she sat in Vanessa's office waiting for her to enter, she found herself kind of completely terrified. So it was no surprise that when the door opened behind her Mandy jumped in her seat. She smoothed her gray, department store skirt and turned to face Vanessa Jones. Mandy had seen Vanessa around a few times, and it quickly became clear she was the woman she had heard the horror stories about. Vanessa Jones was a 42-year-old African-American woman when they first met, and she was very, very intimidating. She had started out in sales, and her forceful, aggressive personality made her an immediate success. In business and in life, she was a bulldozer, intimidating her rivals, bowling them over, making them too scared to do anything but give her exactly what she wanted. Within a few years of starting in the company, she was running the place. And while she definitely ruffled some feathers, and she certainly wasn't always the most popular person around, her success couldn't be argued with. Under her guidance, the company had gone from simply having some small, humble success to being internationally known and widely regarded as the best in its field. They collaborated with many well-known companies, as well as being brought in to help smaller companies distribute their products. And in doing so, they raked in the cash. Under Vanessa's leadership, they ascended from having a small, humble stand-alone building to now working within multiple floors in a skyscraper. People in the business world, old money mainly, were surprised that this black woman could have such success in a mainly white world. Then they met her and figured out why people fell in line with her. Vanessa's methods weren't always for the weak at heart, but they were definitely effective. As much as Vanessa's persona was forceful and intimidating, her looks and body were even more so. Her intense beauty combined with her demanding personality made her a very imposing woman. She had done some modeling in her younger years, and it showed. Her skin was a rich, dark chocolate brown, smooth and sexy and luscious. Her hair hung in smooth curls down her back, always perfectly styled. Her eyes were almond shaped and striking, her hazel irises perfectly complimenting them, and her perfectly groomed eyelashes made her gaze alluring. Her lips were plump and smooth and naturally formed a slight sneer. Her face was elegant and striking in its beauty, making it clear why she was a model in her younger years. And it was clear she could still model, cause even at 44, she was absolutely gorgeous. Age had not done a number on her yet, as her face was wrinkle free. Vanessa could still be on magazine covers and her looks would still blow away all those younger bitches. Her beauty was striking, but it was her body that was that made her truly imposing. Her frame was very fit, showing off the fact that her disciplined fitness schedule payed off. Despite her fitness, she maintained her luscious curves. She constantly wore tight, body hugging business suits, her tight pants hugging her long firm legs and showing off her juicy, sexy thighs, trim calves and her round imposing ass. Vanessa had a grade-A, top-shelf rear-end. It jutted out from her luscious frame. Her ass was so large and round, each cheek so firm and juicy, even the cleft between the cheeks was alluring and sexy. Her butt could make a grown man weep. The rest of the body held up to the high standards of her lower half. Her stomach was fit and sexy and her arms were lithe and firm. And her most important feature, other than her sexy round ass, were, of course, her big round tits. Vanessa Jones had enormous breasts. Just, like, absolutely enormous. Vanessa's mammoth jugs were her secret weapons in the boardroom, allowing her to both intimidate less endowed women, as well as dominating men's attention. She couldn't count the amount of times that those guys, those old money guys who protested a woman 'like her' being in a position of power, she caught their eyes falling into her deep, black cleavage. And when caught in that lustful gaze, it made business rivals a lot more open to do business. They were just so eye-catching that even the most professional business rival, man or woman, would find them just impossible not to stare at. The massive, round, smooth FF cups on her chest were simply mammoth. And she knew how to use them. Not only were they weapons in the boardroom, they were weapons in the bedroom as well. Her love life was the stuff of legend. She had been married four times. The first one was when she was younger, an engagement to an older, successful businessman that gave her only child, a daughter. Needless to say, with her husband's great wealth, the divorce paid out well, and she parlayed the contacts she made when married to advance her career. Her second marriage was a volatile one, a short-lived relationship to a basketball player, and the divorce was very public and messy. Her third marriage was to a wealthy real-estate developer, and this marriage went pretty well, but as her fourth husband also found out, carrying out a long-term relationship with Vanessa was nearly impossible. She was such a dominant force, that dealing with her on a day-to-day basis, as well as hearing the rumors of her many naughty exploits, led to those relationships being torpedoed. It was either submit to her will or run, and most of these guys were simply too proud to let Vanessa dominate their lives. Unfortunately for Vanessa, her stature limited her choice of men, and her reputation seemed to follow her. The men she encountered that were on her level were either too intimidated by her gorgeous looks and hot body, or they knew enough of her history to keep away from her. So, with her romantic life stagnating, she threw herself into her work, doubling down on her intensity. She had driven her last assistant away into retirement and she was in need of another one immediately. You would think that Mandy would be a bad match for Vanessa. The older woman was intense and aggressive and all business, and the younger woman was shy and demure and unassuming. Vanessa noted the contrast upon glancing at the young woman during the interview. Mandy's nerves were apparent to the older black woman. Vanessa smiled lightly when she saw the young woman in front of her, shaking like a leaf. Vanessa knew she could destroy the poor girl in an instant with a single harsh phrase, but a funny thing happened. Vanessa took pity on her. Vanessa was intense in business, but she had a smooth, charismatic charm, and a surprisingly generous heart. Vanessa hadn't forgotten her humble beginnings, and looking at the young woman, and hearing a bit of her story, Vanessa saw a bit of herself in young Mandy. The young woman was a good worker, sure, but Vanessa typically favored people with a bit more experience. Less magnanimous people could take advantage of the young woman's quiet nature, but Vanessa wasn't wired like that. She knew that in the male-dominated business world, girls had to stick together, so instead of shoving this young woman away, Vanessa vowed to build her up. Make something of the young wallflower. Mandy nearly cried when Vanessa gave her the job, and in that moment, she vowed to be the best assistant the older woman had ever had. ************** In the two years Mandy had been working for Vanessa her confidence had only grown. Working alongside the experienced businesswoman, she had grown to greatly admire her. Even though Mandy greatly appreciated her late grandmother and the work she had put in to raise her, she was never the vivacious, worldly figure that Vanessa was. Vanessa was the strong, vibrant feminine role model she always wished she had. She had seen Vanessa at work, and seen her powerful demanding side in the boardroom. But, in their personal interactions, Vanessa was very patient and kind. The older woman had a soft spot for Mandy. Vanessa was always teaching her, giving her the knowledge she needed to grow from a shy young girl to a self-assured confident woman. And it had paid off. Mandy had branched out in life, getting out there, no longer being satisfied with spending her Friday nights alone watching reality TV. She had made some friends, had some fun and made some mistakes, the type of things a 25-year-old should be doing. And for the first time in her adult life, she had a man. His name was Zack. Mandy had always dreamed of being part of some crazy love story like in the movies, but she never thought it could actually happen. But... it had. She had gone out to a bar in the city, and while her friends' eyes were on the morass of people with drinks in their hands, scoping out for any possible winners among them, Mandy's eyes were on the bartender. Not only because he was a hunk, but also because she recognized him. Zack Wade wasn't just a bartender. Mandy knew him from back home, thousands of miles away. They had gone to high school together, and while she was the wallflower, he was the popular guy. He was the guy who the girls flocked to. He was the guy who all the guys wanted to be best friends with. To put it simply, in high school, he was THAT guy. And while Mandy would freely admit that she barely knew Zack, they knew each other enough that whenever they would run across each other, he would give her a friendly cute smile and nod, and she would respond in kind, but in a far more nervous, less cool manner. The Black Wedding So when Mandy saw him again, as a bartender in the big city, those old nerves reappeared. Part of her just wanted to get away, not wanting to be recognized by this guy she used to idolize. She kept herself turned away, trying to avoid being seen. But when a drink appeared in front of her, on the house, courtesy of the bartender, she found herself turning to face him. When he gave her that same, cute smile and nod, Mandy melted. Mandy made her way to the bar and struck up a conversation with Zack, catching up. Mandy was shocked at how interested he seemed to be in talking to her. A guy as popular as him didn't need to spend any time with a girl like her, but he genuinely seemed interested. She found herself at the bar talking to him for hours, well after her friends had left. She and Zack had an easy chemistry, their conversation flowing easily without a single lull. Mandy was shocked to find herself exchanging numbers with Zack, but with her history with men, she thought this was simply a token gesture, not expecting anything to come from it. She was just a friendly face in the big city, and maybe they would hang out once or twice. He was handsome and popular... why would he want to hang out with a boring girl like her? Despite this feeling, she found a tentative text from him a few days later. Conversation was started. Jokes were made. And soon enough, they found themselves making plans to meet again. Before she knew it, Mandy and Zack were dating. It didn't feel real to her. She was somehow dating the guy who was the most popular guy in school. It was a dream come true. Sure, it was seven years later, seven years beyond those silly high school days, but judging by his looks, it was still a fantastic accomplishment. Zack still looked the part of the good Midwest boy. He was handsome and strong and sturdy. He didn't have a gym body, with overblown showy muscles. His muscles were real muscles, thanks to his work outdoors, and his strong work ethic in general. His sturdy frame made him a success on the football field in his high school days, but despite his success there he didn't see a future in athletics. He had dreams of making a career in the arts, specifically acting, which is why he made his way to the big city, looking for a break. With his looks, Mandy would have figured he would have been a huge success. He had short shorn, dirty blonde hair. His face was adorned with a short, perfectly trimmed beard, adding to his manly, rugged aura. Combine that with his striking blue eyes, his cute smile, perfect teeth, and those small dimples on his face, it seemed like he was a star in the making. But success hadn't come to him quite yet, so he made a living bartending. Mandy really admired his attitude, as he never let his failures get him down. Even if the success he dreamed about never found him, she just knew Zack wouldn't let that get him down. He didn't need that type of validation to be happy, and Mandy knew that he would be perfectly satisfied with a humble existence. He didn't need the world. He didn't need to become a big Hollywood star. He just wanted the simple things. Maybe that's why he didn't choose some model or hot babe to date. Maybe that's why he chose a girl like her. Despite Mandy's low self-confidence, Zack seemed to take a strong liking to her. He seemed so enthused to be around her. At times, he seemed almost as nervous as she was. Mandy knew he had had an active dating life in his younger days, but he admitted to her that he was happy to be with someone who had a lot more substance than those other girls. Hearing this filled her with warmth and affection for him, and she had to stop herself from letting things move too fast with him. With her level of experience in relationships, and her immediate intense attraction to Zack, it took all the willpower she had to stop herself from getting physical with him too fast, despite every fiber of her being telling her otherwise. If years of advice from her friends, family, and movies had taught her anything, it was best to take things slow, despite how badly she wanted it. And she did want it badly. Mandy's patience with him was well-received, and Zack was a complete gentleman. In a sense, he liked that he had to wait with her. He respected her convictions and patience, and the fact that she wasn't just rushing into bed, like all the other girls he had been with, made him like her even more. It never felt right to him to hop into bed with a girl on the first date, or even within hours of meeting her, as had happened a few times. He certainly never spoke out and slowed things with those other girls, mind you, but having Mandy want to take things slowly with him was downright refreshing. He sensed her inexperience and didn't mind it, so when things eventual did get physical, he was patient and gentle with her, not making things overly rushed and lusty, as it was with the girls he used to date. As time went on, their relationship only got stronger and deeper. It honestly felt like a fairy tale, the handsome hunk from high school reconnecting with class wallflower and discovering how much he liked her. It was almost like a dream. Their relationship was very strong. The young couple complimented each other well. He pushed her out of her little bubble, making her experience things she had never dreamed of doing. And she was endlessly supportive of his artistic pursuits, and the genuine excitement she expressed at even his smallest accomplishments filled him with love for her. Eventually, he made the decision to propose. When he made the move, the tears that poured down her cheeks let him know he made the right call. Of course, she accepted, and when she leapt into his arms, she thanked him for making her dreams come true. *************** Mandy and Zack sat together in their shared apartment at about 10:00 on a Saturday night. Both were sitting on the floor, with Mandy sitting between Zack's legs as he sat against the front of the couch. They were supposed to be watching this new TV show Zack had read about. Zack was a big movie and TV guy, so he had really good taste in media and finding good stuff that no one had heard about. And while the Danish sci-fi show they were watching was good, Mandy was struggling to pay attention. She was sorting through wedding stuff, pressed up against Zack's chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and he was resting the side of his face against her head as she wrote purposefully in her notebook. He tried to pay attention to the show, but he couldn't help but keep one eye on her and what she was doing. "You should relax," he whispered into her ear. "Well, I... I appreciate all of Vanessa's help, but it's kind of complicated things," Mandy replied, not looking up from her work. She was telling the truth. It was easy for Vanessa to swoop in and save the day, but Mandy was forced to deal with the fallout. Mandy was, of course, eternally grateful to Vanessa, but because of that Mandy felt a certain deference to her boss in some of the decisions she made, no matter if they complicated things. Vanessa had roped in a lot of people into coming to this, and it was up to Mandy to figure out how to arrange them both in the church and at the reception. Plus, Vanessa had completely changed up the color scheme of the whole wedding, finding Mandy's choices, the colors she had had in mind for her wedding since she was a child, dull and unsophisticated. So, instead of a soft green themed wedding, the colors were now a sharp gold and black. Because of that, she had to make last minute changes with all the bridesmaids' dresses, with Vanessa picking up the check, again. It was doable, but it was a complication. Also, she almost felt compelled to invite Vanessa into the bridal party, and when she mentioned this to her friend Lacey, who was her maid of honor, Lacey herself said that she had to make Vanessa her maid of honor. She was paying for everything, so in all of the bridesmaids' minds she had bought her way into being the maid of honor. So, Vanessa was now Mandy's maid of honor. It wasn't a bad thing, just a new wrinkle. Mandy was trying to balance all this stuff out in a short amount of time, and it wasn't easy. Mandy and Zack had scoped out the new church and the fancy new location for the reception. Both seemed in awe, as both seemed way too fancy for the humble little couple, but it was what was being given to them, so they weren't gonna complain too much. The only thing Mandy was really gonna complain about was the awkward experience they had at the reception location. Zack beat Mandy there, as Mandy was scoping out the flowers, and Zack had finished up meeting with the photographers quicker than Mandy had been able to finish. When she got there, she stumbled on her fiancé being chatted up by the representative of the people who were hosting the reception, who happened to be this hot little number named Trina, a slim, but stacked Asian woman who was hot and she knew it. She was well dressed and professional, but her top just coincidentally hugged her large breasts, and just happened to be very low-cut, exposing her deep, creamy cleavage. Her skirt was slim and hugged her lithe legs and her round, firm ass. Mandy watched from out of sight for a few minutes, watching this woman flirting with Zack, touching his arm, giggling at his jokes, exposing her firm neck to his gaze. This was not a new experience for Mandy with Zack. Look, Mandy was a realist, and knew that while she was a six, and her husband was, like, a nine or a ten to most people, so this wasn't the first time Mandy had witnessed another woman flirting with Zack. For some reason, when some women saw them together, it just didn't click with them that they were a couple. But Zack was always a good, loyal boyfriend, never encouraging this behavior in the very hot women who flirted with him. And at the first opportunity, he would deftly discourage this behavior, casually mentioning his girlfriend or their impending nuptials. Most of the time, that was enough to push them away. But sometimes, that didn't stop the flirting, as was the case here as Trina flirted with Zack, despite being obviously aware of his engagement. Mandy eventually made her presence known, and despite Trina being polite to her, she spent the whole time talking with Zack, rarely directing anything at Mandy unless Mandy interjected. If this wasn't fully paid for, Mandy would have sought out another location and not have given Trina their business, but there was no time for another change in plans. But when they left Zack gave Mandy a knowing glance, letting her know that he knew what Trina was up to, and that she had nothing to be worried about. Mandy was well aware of the effect Zack had on women. It wasn't that he had model good looks. He wasn't pretty like some of those guys might be. He was very handsome, but in an approachable way. He was well built, fit without being cut, and he was charming enough to stir up affection in any girl he talked to. It was just... he was a man. Simple as that. He was just masculine in a way that would get any woman's juices flowing. There was just something about him, this indefinable quality in him that made him strikingly appealing to women, and Mandy felt incredibly lucky to be the one on the receiving end of his love and affection. And his big dick. Mandy's juices were stewing at the moment, sitting close to her fiancé, his presence preventing her from concentrating. She finally tossed her stupid notebook across the room and leaned back against her fiancé as he laughed in her ear at her sudden maneuver. "So... what's left to do?" he asked. "Well, I have to get a few other small things settled, but I think we're pretty good. The big thing left is getting the rehearsal all settled, but it won't be a true rehearsal because Vanessa can't make it, so there's that. She... she's not exactly making all of this easy for me. For someone who is paying for my entire wedding out of the kindness of her heart, she's being a real pain in ass," Mandy said, causing Zack to smile. It was true. Vanessa had a business commitment the day of the rehearsal, so despite her huge role in this wedding, her first appearance would be at the wedding itself, which was just peachy. But other than that, there was small, tedious stuff that Mandy wanted to just get done, but she was not in the mood to do that now. "Well, maybe I can talk to her... straighten her out," Zack offered. "Although, that might be tough, since I've never actually met her." "No offense, honey, but she would eat you alive," Mandy replied, not looking away from the TV screen. It was true that Zack had never actually met Vanessa. He had a rough sketch of her in his mind from Mandy based on her descriptions, but that was it. Until now, Mandy had never really involved her personal life into her work sphere, so there was no reason for them to ever meet. "I don't know... I work at a bar, and I'm pretty good at handling the people there. I'm sure I can handle the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, no sweat." Zack said with a smirk. "I'd like to see you try," Mandy replied knowingly. They paused for a moment, and basked in the warm silence of contentment. "I can't wait," Zack began, rubbing his fiancée's shoulders. "Till this is all over and we can both just relax." He kissed her cheek as the tension left her body. She pulled herself from his grip and spun around, moving to straddle Zack. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, staring right into his eyes. "And I can't wait till we get married," Mandy said, moving forward to press her lips to his softly. "And you make my dreams come true." She kissed him again, as she slid her right hand towards his left hand, sliding her fingers across his. "And you have a ring on your finger..." She gave him another long, soft kiss. "And everyone will know that you belong to me," Kiss. "And I belong to you." She kissed him again, her stomach pressed against his. She could feel his sizable bulge pressing against her. He pulled back from her slightly and laughed, placing his hands on her hips. "What... you didn't care for Trina?" Zack asked, causing her to roll her eyes. "Well, I am looking forward to not seeing all those girls hitting on you anymore," Mandy said. "You have nothing to worry about," he reaffirmed with her again. "I know," she said, totally trusting in Zack as she smiled and kissed him again, this one a bit more passionate. Zack hadn't always the best of boyfriends. In his younger years, during high school, when he was in the midst of all those high school social politics, with girls competing over the same boy, he had been caught up in that whirlwind. He had been treated almost like property at times, property that had been taken and stolen between the members of this group of competitive young women. He was one of the main targets among the girls in high school, as each wanted to be on the receiving end of his rumored fantastic sexual prowess and huge throbbing cock. So yeah, there had been times where he had been traded off between girls, being stolen by one girl from another. Sure, it wasn't a conscious decision for the most part, as alcohol had been involved in a lot of these discretions, but he wasn't entirely blameless. At the time, he didn't feel too bad, as he didn't see any particular future with any of those girls, so he was happy to just have a good time and some utterly fantastic sex with some completely filthy young women, who were willing to do absolutely anything to land a guy. And when he was fucking them... he had never felt more alive. But looking back, he knew he had unwittingly toyed with these girls' feelings, and broken some hearts. No matter how nasty hot those girls were, it was still a cruddy thing to do. He was young and stupid, so he had written it off as some youthful indiscretions, and vowed never to act like that again. None of those relationships mattered to him like his relationship with Mandy did. This was the only one that really felt like something real, something on a level beyond just the physical one. This was a relationship built to last, and he knew better than to screw it up. As his kiss with Mandy deepened, both of them started to lose control. He was grinding his thickening cock against her, and she was pressed against him firmly. As her hand slid down to massage his protruding erection, he was forced to push her away, reluctantly. "Hey... we can't... we need to wait..." he replied, reminding her of the promise they had made. They had had sex plenty of times, but now that they were nearly at the wedding, they had promised each other to wait, to save up their desire so their wedding night would be a memorable one. Mandy pouted sadly but knowingly. "You're right," she said, kissing him on the nose, "But sometimes, I can't control myself with you," she said, before kissing him again. He laughed lovingly before pushing her away one last time, the two pulling away from each other. Both of them wanted nothing more than to hop into bed, but they knew the wait would be worth it. Their wedding night would be explosive. *************** Vanessa went to her favorite stylist to get primped up for the big wedding, and as she did, she realized this was the first time she could really relax and think over everything. Vanessa's involvement in her young assistant's impending nuptials stirred up feelings within her. Other than a few one night stands, it had been a long time since she had been in a long-standing relationship. Her reputation had driven all the good ones away. But honestly, those type of guys were dreadfully boring to her at this point. It wasn't so much that she missed companionship or anything like that. Vanessa was just fine on her own in that sense. The problem was... Vanessa needed to get laid. Badly. She needed hot sex. A black woman of her age, with her temperament, and her hot body, she deserved to be getting hot and sweaty three times a day. Minimum. But alas, she was single, and her hot black body was going woefully un-worshipped. Her cravings were getting very, very specific. She didn't need someone with a huge bank account, although that certainly wouldn't hurt. She didn't need a powerful businessman, or a dynamic athlete. She had run through all of the eligible, African-American bachelors in her tax bracket, and they had all ended with disappointment. She was a woman of simple tastes. Like many women her age, she wanted someone young, to keep up with her voracious needs. She wanted someone strong, fit and gorgeous enough to give her the raw, physical attention she craved. That wasn't too bad, right? Vanessa Jones, the powerful CEO, simply wanted a mate who was young, and strong... and most importantly... white. Vanessa had always had a raw, physical attraction to white men. In her college days, she had spent many hot and sweaty nights with getting filled with beefy white cock, making her writhe and squeal in a way she never had with her black boyfriends. In her experiences her white lovers were just so much more into her, so much more obsessed with her body, and so much more eager to give her the pleasure she craved. When white guys fucked her, when their big, strong white hands slid over her smooth, luscious, naked black skin, they pleasured her with worship in their eyes. They treated her like the queen she was. A lot of her black boyfriends ended up treating her like another notch on the bedpost. And it wasn't just about how eager the white men were with her. To her, the simple fact was, the sex was better. Call it a preference, a fetish, whatever you'd like. Taut, white skin against her dark, black sexy flesh was her ultimate turn-on. To put it quite bluntly, white dick did it for her more than anything. A fat white cock entering her tight black cunt made her squeal. Made her scream at the top of her lungs. Made her gush like nothing else ever had. Long, hard, tasty white dick was the ultimate in pleasure for this mature, powerful African-American woman. The Black Wedding She tried keeping her preference for white men under wraps for a while, but she was eventually caught in action, and from that point on, she felt like her black friends were looking down at her for getting involved with white men. They looked at her as if she was betraying some unspoken vow. But deep down, Vanessa fucking knew that all her girlfriends were doing it to, but they would never admit it. So unfortunately, she had to move on from white guys or risk becoming an outcast from her black friends. She had to write it off to her friends as a passing phase and nothing more. She knew it shouldn't be that way, but that's how it was. It had been a long time since she had sampled some tasty white meat. Being a successful, African-American woman made her a symbol for her black sisters and she knew she would risk their support if she indulged her love of white men publically. She kept her dating life well within her own race for years, and the few times she found herself alongside one of the black women she knew from college, who knew about her past, she maintained this façade. When confronted with her history, or if they were in the presence of a piece of hot white man, Vanessa would insist that, 'she didn't do that shit no more.' But at this point, after four failed marriages, and going for so long without any action, thoughts of white men were filling her brain. What she wouldn't give to have a hot, young, buff, obedient white boy, willing to satisfy all of her needs. The thought sounded deliciously forbidden to the older black woman. So, despite knowing how risky it was, all Vanessa could hope for in preparing for her assistant's wedding was that maybe she could tempt a hunky groomsmen into doing some very dirty things. Her last fling with the doctor ended up being a total bust in the bedroom, making her all the more impatient. The sex she would no doubt be having the night of the wedding would be her reward for all this hard work. Vanessa knew better, and she knew it was a big risk, but her body was calling the shots, and it was dying for satisfaction. She had her goal, and she knew exactly what she aiming for. A hot, young, hunky, white groomsman. That was her mission. She didn't know it yet, but Vanessa was about to land an even bigger target. ************* Mandy stood in front of the mirror at the church, all done up, ready to get married. And she was shaking like a leaf. She was terrified. Her head was full of questions. 'What if I don't look good? What if this is all too fast? What if Zack realizes I'm not that interesting after being together for a little bit?' This all seemed too good to be true. It just has to fall apart. Mandy just couldn't relax, and she was so emotional she wanted to cry, and she would if it wouldn't ruin her makeup. Mandy barely heard the door behind her open up behind her, and it was the smooth voice that spoke up that let her know the identity of the person behind her. "Oh, child, you look amazing!" Vanessa said. "Well, I feel like a disaster," Mandy said, steeling herself trying to present a strong image to her boss. She turned to face Vanessa. "I feel like a nervous... holy crap!" Mandy was interrupted by the sight of her boss standing in front of her. Vanessa was looking absolutely stunning. Simply incredible looking, a vision in gold. She was wearing a very, very thin gold dress, glimmering in the light of the room with every step. You could just tell this dress was exceedingly expensive, and you could also tell it was designed to perfectly highlight the older woman's incredibly voluptuous form. It molded to her hourglass figure, highlighting all her best curves. Even though it went down to her ankles, there was a long slit along the side, leaving nearly the entire length of her right leg exposed. On her feet, she had a matching pair of thin, expensive fashionable high heels. The dress hugged her fit, luscious body, and any one lucky enough to be behind her could study the immaculate shape of her full, round, juicy ass. It was a study of perfection. Vanessa's ass jutted from her luscious frame like a shelf, each cheek perfectly, artfully round, perky and firm, showing off the benefits of her dedicated workout routine. Her ass was big, while not being overly huge. And the thin, golden dress molded across its immaculate shape, highlighting each firm cheek, and giving a hint of the lustful crevasse in between. Following from there, the dress clung to her firm, athletic back, leading up to the two thin straps holding the dress on her, digging into her smooth shoulders. Her long, lithe arms were left bare. But most importantly, the upper half of her chest was left exposed as well, as the dress and the two thin spaghetti straps struggled to contain her enormous breasts. Vanessa's tits looked absolutely mammoth when exposed this way. The dress covered what it could, but a good portion of the upper halves of her boobs, as well as the canyon-like cleavage where her massive, full breasts pressed together lusciously, were completely exposed. The thin gold dress emphasized her breasts' perfect round shape, highlighting every immaculate curve. Her tits looked enormous jutting out from her voluptuous body, causing the thin straps to dig noticeably into her shoulders. Up top, her hair and make-up were perfect, her dark curls running stylishly down her back, and her thick, plump lips coated with a deep layer of crimson lipstick. Her lips were turned up in a smile as she glanced at the bride. Mandy was left speechless. She was glad to have Vanessa's presence, but her body, in that dress... there was no doubt Vanessa was going to be stealing a lot of attention. That was the plan for the older woman. Vanessa wasn't planning to be subtle here. Sure, she might be pushing things a bit over-the-top, but the physical need for her to get laid was preventing her from feeling any shame for showing up the young bride. The dress felt so thin on her she felt practically naked, and the sensation of her silky dress against her flesh turned her on. There was no way she could wear a bra with this dress, but honestly, she was completely happy with the idea of letting the twins free for the day, letting them bounce and jiggle for the no-doubt appreciative audience at the wedding. The only thing she had on beneath her dress was a microscopic gold thong, which covered her cunt just barely, and bisected the twin globes of her delicious ass. Vanessa was primed for a good time, and if she had her way, she would get it. Mandy couldn't help but notice her boss's massive black breasts bounce and jiggle around in her tight dress as she approached her. In this huge moment in young Mandy's life, bigger things should be on her mind than her boss's mammoth rack, but in the same manner they were trying to force their way out from under her thin dress, they were forcing their way to the forefront of Mandy's frazzled mind. "Honey, you have nothing to worry about," Vanessa said, coming to a stop in front of Mandy, her boobs bouncing as she came to a stop. Vanessa reached down and straightened up her secretary's hair. "I've taken care of everything. Most of the guests are arriving as expected. The photographer was giving me some shit, but I straightened him out. The pastor is here. I've checked with the caterers, and everything is set. The groomsmen are here, except for the best man, who is currently driving your husband here, and from what he said, they will be here soon. So, everything's running as planned. At these weddings, I run a tight ship." Mandy nodded appreciatively. She straightened up and asked her boss, "So... how do I look?" She smiled tentatively up at her boss, desperately in need of some sort of approval. "Hon... you look gorgeous," Vanessa replied, smiling at her secretary, who was forever thankful for this validation. Vanessa wasn't particularly fond of the dress Mandy had chosen for herself. She found it cheap looking, unflattering, and lacking the sophistication and elegance of the type of dress Vanessa preferred. Mandy's was a dress you go downtown to buy, while Vanessa preferred the type you have to go to a specialty boutique in Paris to have personally made for you. The dress had already been purchased by the time Vanessa had gotten involved in the wedding, and it would just crush the poor girl if she gave the smallest bit of criticism, so she let it slide. "Do you think... do you think he'll be happy with me? Will Zack be happy spending the rest of his life with me?" Mandy asked. Vanessa grabbed a small handkerchief and cleaned up some of the make-up that had gotten a little smudged. "I'm sure you two will be incredibly happy together. Young love is a wonderful thing. Cherish it. The worst thing that can happen between people in love is for there to be doubt between them," Vanessa said softly, in close as she cleaned up the young woman's face. As she said this, Mandy's eyes fell to the older woman's valley of exposed cleavage. "Doubt... insecurity... that's how love ends. That's how marriages die. Trust. Confidence. That's what you need to keep a marriage strong. Can you do that, honey?" "I think so," Mandy replied softly. "There's a fire in you, child," Vanessa said, stepping back slightly. "I've always told you that, and it's true. Keep that fire burning, and you and your husband will be happy as can be," she affirmed with confidence. Mandy smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Vanessa," Mandy replied. "For everything. I really, truly appreciate it." Vanessa looked down and smiled at her young protégé. She opened her arms and let the young woman step forward, giving her an appreciative hug. Mandy could feel her boss's massive breasts pressed firmly against her during the hug, and honestly, they had never felt bigger, exerting soft pressure on Mandy's chest. Mandy's inferior A-cups couldn't compete with the massive black jugs pressed against her. Mandy pulled back from her boss and smiled, putting a brave face on after that slightly uncomfortable moment. "Now... go get married, honey!" Vanessa warmly told Mandy. *************** As Zack got ready the morning of the wedding, he wasn't nervous at all. He wasn't nervous about getting married. He wasn't nervous about leaving the single life behind. Not in the least. In his mind, he had experienced single life to its fullest, and now, he was ready to settle down with the girl he loved. The only tension he felt was in his crotch. Zack totally supported Mandy's suggestion to hold off on sex for the home stretch before the wedding. It sounded good, and a great way to make their wedding night extra special. That being said, he was feeling the pressure. It seemed like in the last few days, every little thing was driving him wild, even stuff that wouldn't register normally. Attractive women in TV commercials or in magazine ads. It seemed like everything was turning him on. It felt like he was constantly hard. He showed great discipline in holding off from relieving the pressure himself, but that being said, he was REALLY looking forward to his wedding night. Luckily, his brain was too distracted on the morning of his wedding to really pay too much mind on the pressure building in his sizable nuts. So as he got ready the morning of, he was relieved that the tension he was feeling wasn't too evident and obvious to any lecherous onlooker. Opting to get ready at home and then head out to the church, Zack got cleaned up and dressed. He had splurged a bit to purchase his tux and it looked damn good on him, perfectly tailored to his fit frame. He was straightening his tie when his best man, Jonah, showed up ready to take him to the church. Jonah made sure Zack was ready, checking his best friend's outfit, making sure his tie was tied correctly and everything was in place. Checking to see if Zack was ready to go, Zack gave him the affirmative. Zack was ready. Nothing was gonna get in his way to marry the love of his life. Except traffic. The normally cool-headed Zack was getting impatient as the highway was a parking lot. A car accident had upset their carefully laid plans, and part of Zack was tempted to just get out and walk, thinking it would be faster. It wasn't even like the church was in the main midst of the city, it was on the outer edges, so traffic was rarely a major issue this time of day, but of course, on the one day that was most vital, it was now an issue. Jonah apologized profusely, and called the church to let them know about the delay. "That boy is gonna ruin this for me," Vanessa said, angrily stuffing her phone into her purse. She didn't convey to Mandy how late her husband was running. Vanessa had this whole thing running like clockwork, and that dumb fucker was gonna screw the whole thing up. How could Mandy marry someone this idiotic? That boy should have been here hours ago. "I want you to call your buddy," Vanessa spat out at one of the groomsmen, referring to Zack. "Call him and tell him to get his fucking ass here or I will personally walk down that fucking road, and drag him here by the ear!" The fierce side of her, normally reserved for the boardroom, was now in full bloom, and the young groomsman was backing up, terrified of the dominant black woman. Part of her anger was due to the fact that all the men at the wedding were total duds. The groomsmen were all schlubs, and on top of that, there wasn't a single guest at this wedding who stuck her fancy. Vanessa was right on the fucking edge. She needed to get some white dick immediately, and there was not one suitor worth a damn in this whole church. All she needed was one damn white guy with a good body, a huge dick, and who was raring to hop into bed with a dominant older black woman. It shouldn't be this difficult! Her anger was palpable as she worked the room, making sure everyone was in their right place. Even though Vanessa was footing the bill, she was starting to get on people's last nerve with her demanding attitude. By the time she returned to the groomsmen, about half an hour later, there was a sense of relief on their faces, and one more had joined their midst. This must be the best man, Jonah. Vanessa's anger boiled over just looking at him. He was easily forty pounds overweight, wearing stupid glasses, an unflattering suit, and a receding hairline. He would not be getting the honor to be Vanessa's mate this evening. Not in a million years. Knowing her last hope for sex was a dud, she was ready to spit fire as she approached him. "I thought you were the best man!" Vanessa said confrontationally, stopping in front of him, putting her hand on her hip, looking down at the shorter man. "If you were, you would have gotten him here two DAMN hours ago, and not half a fucking hour late! What were you thinking?" "I... I... uh... I..." Jonah stammered, looking up at the imposing black woman who he would be accompanying down the aisle. "You know what, where's the damn groom? I want to give him a piece of my mind!" Vanessa asked, interrupting the stammering fool. "Uh, back there. Back there." Jonah said, sweat on his brow as he pointed back at a closed door behind him, eager to escape from this older woman's fierce presence. Vanessa pushed past him, not having any apprehension at stepping in on the groom. What kind of damn fool runs late to his own wedding anyway? A guy like that forfeits his rights to privacy! The groomsmen scattered as she moved between them, forcing open the door, leaning into the room, finally getting a good look at the man at the center of the party she had put together. "You'd better have a damn good explanation for..." Vanessa began before stopping in her tracks, still in the doorway, her hand still resting on the knob, her body slightly obscured by the thick, wooden shelving next to the door. On the other side of the room was a man, standing with his back to her, adjusting his pocket square, trying to get it just right. Very rarely had Vanessa Jones been stunned into silence like this, but as her eyes took in the sight of the groom-to-be for the first time, any anger and annoyance she felt towards him evaporated. He was the one. The one she was waiting for. Some say that when someone experiences love at first sight, one's body gets warm, their heart swells, and beautiful music rings in your ears. But Vanessa wasn't feeling love. A shiver ran down her spine. Her pussy moistened. Her nipples tightened. Vanessa was experiencing something else entirely. Hot, filthy, nasty lust. No. No... this couldn't be the groom... could it? It couldn't possibly be... this wasn't what she expected. Not at all. She expected some skinny, meek, dorky little boy. Not this. No, the person standing in this room, the supposed groom, was a man. A real fucking man. A real fucking WHITE man, most importantly. Yes, this was EXACTLY the type of man she was looking for. While his bride-to-be looked like a department store bride, he looked like a million bucks. Vanessa knew that neither Mandy nor her fiancé were especially wealthy, and while his suit didn't appear to be excessively expensive, he spent his money well. His suit looked fantastic, perfectly tailored to his fit manly frame. He was tall. He appeared to be quite fit and strong. He was the type of guy that couldn't be pushed aside easily. He was a brick wall. He would stand up to you. He would push back. It would take a lot of work to make him submit, and the effort in doing so would be utterly divine. Vanessa admired the younger white man before he took notice of her. He was tall, and fit, as stated before, and his body didn't quit. He appeared to have nice, strong, manly arms, and a great butt. He was in shape, without overdoing it. It was clear this man was not a brainless meathead. She could see his reflection in the mirror, so she could see a front view of him as well. He had short, dirty blonde hair, and a very, very attractive face. His eyes were crystal blue. He had nice kissable lips, and he had a lightly tanned complexion. He had a closely shorn beard, which really complemented his face. As he stuffed a small handkerchief into his breast pocket, the older black woman noticed his big, masculine hands. This caused her eyes to drift south towards his crotch, and her trained eyes found what she was looking for. A nice, full, sizable bulge. This white boy was packing some serious heat, as expected. It was rare for Vanessa to be this lust-struck. She was normally so forceful and dominant, but she was stunned into silence. It felt too coincidental to be ignored. This was divinity. Here she is, craving some hard, white sex, and this prime-cut white man just falls into her lap. Within seconds, her body was overflowing with heat and lust for the man in front of her. Vanessa wanted to get hot and filthy with this fine-ass white boy, no question. He pushed all her buttons, and she immediately wanted him bad. But the significance of who he was and what he was about to do wasn't lost on her. He was getting married to her secretary. This was his wedding day, and all Vanessa could think about was seducing and fucking his brains out till he swore his undying devotion to pleasuring her hot black body. She wanted to rip off her dress, force the groom to his knees, and smother his gorgeous face with her massive black breasts. But she couldn't do that... right? She wasn't that big of a slut, was she? Sure, she had had sex with plenty of married men. That wasn't the problem. Her hot body made her a very juicy target for men eager to step out on their wives, and even when those men weren't so ready to cheat, Vanessa's hot black body always got the job done. But she couldn't possibly seduce and steal a man from his bride on his wedding day, especially when she the bride was her own secretary, could she? It was so wrong. So nasty. So filthy. So HOT! As positively delicious as the idea sounded to the luscious, hot-bodied older black woman, her better instincts were winning out. The Black Wedding For now. Zack had heard someone enter the room, but he was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the intruder at first. It was only out of the corner of his eye that he noticed some movement reflected in the mirror, causing him to look up, laying eyes on the older woman standing behind him. While Zack had never met or even seen his wife's boss before, he knew enough to know that the woman standing in the doorway was Vanessa Jones. She hadn't noticed that he had seen her, as she seemed lost in her thoughts. Most of her body was hidden behind a shelf, so he could only see her face. Zack's first take on the older woman was a bit of a surprise. To be honest, he didn't expect her to be so attractive. He knew she was in her forties, but she looked younger, with only a stray line here and there indicating her true age. Maybe it was due to him being 25, but in his head, he thought of women her age almost as old ladies, so this was an unexpected revelation. She was probably around the same age as his mother, but this woman couldn't be any more different. Her striking features perfectly formed, indicating her past in modeling. She had high cheekbones, and her almond shaped eyes were sharp and striking. Her lips were plump and full, and her black hair was long, lush, and full. Combining all of this with her dark smooth complexion, it was safe to say that Vanessa was a stunner. Shaking away these thoughts, and knowing that this woman was not only his wife's boss but the woman who had paid for this entire wedding, Zack knew he had to put his best foot forward. "Hi..." he called out as he turned to face her, causing her eyes to jump up, meeting his. Unknown to him, she had been gawking at his butt, but he didn't need to know that. She was silent for a second as she looked at him, her expression unreadable. Fearing she might be angry, especially after hearing through the grapevine about how mad she was about his lateness, he felt the need to speak up. "You're Vanessa, right? I'm Zack, the, uh, groom. Sorry about being late. We hit the craziest traffic. I mean, I've never seen that road backed up like that." She was silent for a few moments after he spoke, before her tone softened and a smile crossed her thick lips. "Oh... no problem, honey," Vanessa replied, her anger immediately cooling off when confronted by this white stud. He looked so cute as he sought her forgiveness, she noted to herself. He was desperate for her approval, she thought. He so wanted to make her happy. A shiver of attraction ran through her upon these thoughts. Without moving, she shut the door behind her. He ran his hand across his head, fearing he had screwed up this whole thing. "I hope I didn't mess things up too much," Zack wondered. "Is Mandy freaking out?" "No, babe, don't worry. She's fine," Vanessa replied, her smooth, confident voice calming his nerves. "Uh... that's good, I was freaking out there for a minute," he said with a small laugh, glancing to the side for a second before looking back at her, just as she stepped out from behind the shelf. "I know we haven't had the chance to really meet yet, but I wanted to say..." but before he could finish, the words caught in his throat as she emerged, her body no longer obscured. His eyes widened as he took in the full expanse of her luscious frame for the first time. Vanessa knew exactly what she was doing as she approached the groom-to-be, a smirk crossing her lips as the words died on his, and the polite eye contact he had maintained before came to a stop as his eyes drifted downwards, taking in her juicy body with rapt attention. Zack couldn't hide his stare, but considering the vision he was being presented with, absolutely no one would blame him. Her shiny gold dress looked painted on, clinging to her hourglass frame, showing off the goods. His eyes traversed up from her high-heel-clad feet, up her long, bare, firm leg, the smooth black skin exposed as one leg emerged from the slit in her dress. The way the dress hugged her hips gave good promise that it was struggling to contain an amazing ass, large and firm and smooth, standing out from her fit frame, each round cheek perfectly shaped. But despite every inch of her body seeming like perfection, Zack's eyes firmly planted themselves in one specific area. Her two biggest, roundest features. They were absolutely enormous. Zack had seen many pairs of large breasts in his days, but nothing like this. Not even close. All those other women's racks seemed meagre and undersized in comparison. Zack couldn't take his eyes off of them. They had to be FF cups, at the very least. They were just so big! And perfectly shaped, too. They were round and full, and shockingly firm, considering the size of her mammoth rack. These were porno tits, but here in the real world. The slinky dress hugged every curve of her voluminous chest, highlighting their round, full shape and massive size. They jutted out from her chest severely, and the dress was low-cut enough to show off the tops of her enormous tits, and the deep, dark, succulent valley in between, where the mammoth jugs pressed together perfectly. They were just so big, but almost as important, they were just so black! Her black udders were just massive! As she strutted towards the husband-to-be, it was obvious to him that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her mammoth jugs were bouncing indecently underneath her slinky dress, almost out of control as they jiggled with every step. Her hard nipples were dancing underneath her dress with every confident step she took. The tops of her bouncing black breasts were a near hypnotic sight to the young white stud as the older black woman approached him. His eyes fell deep into the crevasse between those huge black tits and couldn't look away. They were simply perfect. He had laid eyes upon many pairs of breasts in his time, but none compared to these. They all seemed so much smaller than these, and most noticeably, they just seemed so pale in comparison. Vanessa's massive tits just seemed so much more massive and smooth and luscious than any of the white girls he had been with. Something about Vanessa's huge black breasts just seemed so much more lust-inducing than all those other girls, as if her dark, black skin made her breasts hotter and sexier than any of those white girls' less impressive pairs. Plus, they bounced and jiggled in a mouth-watering manner, sending a jolt through his already swollen cock. Zack had thought he had pretty much seen and done it all in his time on the market, but he was being confronted with one very noticeable gap on his sexual resume. To put it simply, Zack had never gone black. It wasn't that he avoided black girls, it was just that his hometown was lilywhite, so there was never really any opportunity to go that way even if he wanted. So, he had no idea the types of delights a pair of huge black tits could offer, but he was learning that now. He was seeing what he was missing out on. The poor boy didn't even know what to do with himself when confronted with a mammoth black rack. Vanessa could easily tell he had never gone black, simply due to the fact that he was marrying a white girl. If a guy like Zack had ever gone black, he would not be marrying a white girl. Vanessa knew that for sure. Zack was built to fuck black girls, no doubt. If he had gone black, and had felt some naked black skin against his sexy white flesh, and had gone balls deep inside a tight, wet, superior black cunt, any black girl worth her salt would lock that shit down, wrapping her legs around him and never letting go. That very image was running through Vanessa's mind at the moment. As she came to a stop, the young white stud couldn't pull his eyes away from her jutting chest, the mammoth jugs taking a few extra seconds to stop jiggling. Vanessa knew he had never seen a pair quite like these, so he couldn't be blamed for gawking. His eyes were lost in her luscious cleavage, and the older black woman knew if she didn't act, he wouldn't be able to pull himself away. "You were saying?" Vanessa asked, causing his eyes to jump to hers. She looked at him with a near gloating expression, smiling knowingly. Knowing he had been caught, his cheeks flushed. "Wh... what?" he stammered. "You were saying you wanted to thank me for something?" Vanessa supplied, jutting out her chest, daring him to look again, daring him to thank her for bringing her massive knockers to his wedding. Her nipples were throbbing at seeing the white stud struggle not to gawk at her massive, perfect black breasts. "Oh, uh, yeah..." he stammered again, total discombobulated, his cheeks still red as he rubbed his forehead, trying to regain his composure. There were a few times where he almost looked at Vanessa's breasts again, but he caught himself each time. He wanted to look, he SO wanted to. They were just so big! And lusciously smooth and black. No... NO! He couldn't. "I, uh... I just wanted to thank you for... everything. The wedding, the reception, all of it. I truly appreciate it, and Mandy does too," he stated, meeting her gaze, finally finding his words long enough to compose a complete sentence. "I don't know what we could ever do to repay you." Vanessa had a few good ideas, but she bit her tongue. "Don't worry about it," she replied. "I have my moments of generosity," she added, before letting the silence between them hang. She simply smirked at the young man as he stood nervously in front of him, her piercing gaze pointed right at him, daring him to look away. To Zack, it felt like she was truly staring into his soul, reading his thoughts, knowing how much of a struggle it was for him not to stare right at her imposing, impressive chest. "You can look if you want to, baby," she said with a bright, teasing smile, breaking the tension. "I'm sorry," he replied, stammering again, turning away from her, not wanting to put himself in the position to be tempted, especially on his wedding day. What was he doing? He had never been fazed like this before, but now, in Vanessa's presence, he was reacting like a horny teenager. "Trust me, I'm used to it," she replied, glancing down at her own breasts while bringing her hands up to them, cupping them in her palms and bouncing them lightly. He couldn't help but let his eyes follow, getting glued to her huge tits once more. "When you're sporting a pair this big, you get used to people staring," she paused and noticed his rapt gaze at her breasts. "I bet you've never seen a pair this big, have you?" she asked. Zack caught himself staring and looked away, taking a step towards the windows. "I'm... I'm so sorry!" he apologized, shocked at his own behavior, unable to look back at her. "Don't worry about it," she replied coolly. She smirked and pulled her hands from her breasts and looked up at the tensed groom-to-be. She stepped towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Hon, you're a bit tense," Vanessa told him with a laugh. "Like I said, don't worry about it. I've been there. As someone who's been married four times, believe me when I say there is no use tying yourself in knots before the ceremony. You just need to relax. Here," she began, rubbing his shoulder lightly. Reluctantly, he let her turn him so he was facing her again. "C'mon, let me get a good look at ya," she said from in close to him. She checked his outfit, straightening out his tie, and checking his tux for wrinkles, but she was honestly using this as an excuse to feel him up. She ran her hands down his arms, feeling his firm, hard muscles through his clothes. 'God, he's perfect,' Vanessa thought to herself. She couldn't help but imagine him naked, running her hands across his taught, bare, white skin. He even smelled good, Vanessa noticed as she leaned in close, his natural masculine scent, combined with his subtle cologne, sent another surge of raw lust through her. "Mmm... damn. I tell you, Mandy is one lucky girl," she whispered to him, her silky voice making him shiver. Zack was frozen in place, not knowing what to do, not knowing why he was reacting like this. Maybe it was the newness of being presented with this epitome of black female sexuality. Maybe it was the fact this bombshell was an older woman. Sure, working in a bar, he had been shamelessly hit on by many horny old housewives, but none possessed the raw sexuality and obvious, lust-inducing appeal that Vanessa did. Her older age, with her luscious black skin and lust inducing body, combined to create a beacon of sex that the soon-to-be groom could barely handle, especially in his current state. There was animal heat between them. The tension was thick between them immediately, even if Zack didn't want to admit it to himself. Between the silences and long pauses, their bodies were communicating. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, evident through the thin dress. His lengthy cock was throbbing, his bulge clear in his pants. Her pussy was dripping her delightful sex juices as pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. Her breathing got deeper, as did his. A shiver went up her spine, matching the one that went down his. Their bodies were already preparing for hot interracial sex, because for these two, no other outcome seemed possible. A gorgeous, horny older black woman with enormous breasts, confronted with a young, fuckable piece of prime white meat... hot sex seemed like it should be inevitable. Their bodies were ready. Their bodies were prepared to get hot and sweaty. Their limbs were ready to get tangled between the sheets. Her pussy was readying itself to lovingly and eagerly swallow his massive white shaft up to the balls. His cock was readying itself for that very same journey inside her, plus a few other filthier ones. His nuts were working overtime, readying themselves for some heated and aggressive sexual action, filling up to the brim with hot, thick cum, knowing that excessive amounts of semen would be needed to please the hot black woman standing in front of him. But despite this raw, sexual attraction, Zack knew better, as did Vanessa. As hot as the sex would be between them, and it would be very hot, both understood the repercussions. Vanessa was, for now, still being held back by those nagging morals inside her head. And obviously, Zack was about to get married, and as hot and sexy as his wife's boss was, nothing could or would happen. He had made his choice, and he was happy with it. He was about to get married, and as tempting of a body as Vanessa had, Zack had to push back against these thoughts. He thought he had evolved beyond this type of thinking, but he now realized he had to stifle it out once and for all. He had to stop thinking this way. Once he and Mandy were married, he wouldn't let himself think this way again. He had one last moment of weakness before the wedding where he checked out a sexy as hell creature. It was one last mistake. Now, he knew better and he should be all good. Vanessa stepped back and gave him the once-over and looked up at him and gave him an approving nod. But as much as she approved of this alone time with this hot white man, her inner control freak was winning out, and the knowledge that her well laid plans for the wedding were getting thrown off was enough to drive her into action. And plus, she didn't know if she could fight off this visual temptation much longer. "Well, we could stay in here all day, but you're leaving your soon-to-be-wife waiting," Vanessa said, putting her hands on her hips. "You ready to get married?" Zack nodded, stood up straight, and steeled himself. "Yes," he replied, a little shakier than he intended. "Yes I am." ***************** The ceremony was actually the least exciting part of the wedding. The large fancy church was filled to the brim, a far cry from the small, intimate wedding Mandy originally had planned. The rows were packed were guests, but only a small percentage of these guests were actually acquaintances of the bride and groom, as Vanessa had filled up the guest list with her friends and acquaintances. But it was all a blur to Mandy as she walked down the aisle. Despite her humble plans, she had to admit that this was the type of wedding most women dreamed of. The church looked beautiful, with beams of sunlight shining through the fancy windows. The guests were all well dressed, happy and smiling. This is what you imagine your wedding day being like. All these thoughts faded when Mandy stood up at the front of the church next to Zack. When she looked up at him, and he looked back at her, the excitement and happiness on his face matching her own, all the other distractions faded away. Her entire world was just him and her. And when they said 'I Do', and their lips met, she felt a pure joy and happiness that she had never experienced in her young life. It was the greatest moment in Mandy's life. This joy carried over through the beginning of the reception. After the ceremony, and after the happy couple and the entire wedding party took pictures in some scenic settings near the church, everyone made their way into the heart of the city for the reception. While most of the guests transported themselves, the wedding party were taken in fancy limos. Experiencing this type of high-life was a cool experience for this humble, Midwestern couple. When they entered the reception hall and were greeted with a warm voluminous response, Mandy was incredibly happy. As the couple got settled, they had the opportunity to look around for the first time and really take in some of the people that were attending. There were some recognizable faces that either one or both of them recognized. There were some well known actors and actresses that they recognized. There were some famous athletes that Zack knew of, basketball and football players. There were some faces from the business world that Mandy knew, some pretty rich and powerful people who had passed through the office. Vanessa had made good with a lot of very powerful women, both in the business world, and outside it, and a lot of them were in attendance. There was a very well known and notorious fashion icon, the editor-in-chief of 'Style' Magazine, Nina Baxter, with her much younger husband by her side. But most shockingly, somehow, someway, Vanessa pulled off a major coup and landed a legit, major, A-list celebrity. Naomi was in attendance. Yes, that Naomi. The billionaire TV host and entrepreneur, and probably one of the few black women in America who was more rich and powerful than Vanessa. Her TV show had led her to become one of the most powerful and revered women in the country. Major celebrities went on her show to make deep confessions under her stern, firm gaze, things they wouldn't say to anyone else. People that never did TV interviews would talk to her on her show. She was a huge deal. Mandy had heard rumors that they were friends, but she didn't really believe it until now. Vanessa had clearly gone all out with the guest list, and while it made Mandy and Zack feel like big deals, this is where the discomfort started to set in for Mandy. While she was truly appreciative of Vanessa's help, part of Mandy wished for the small, humble wedding she had been planning. She wished she could look out at the crowd and see people she actually recognized. The crowd was very rich, and a majority of them were black, which was fine, but it felt less like her wedding and more like a party where she was an outsider. This feeling would only get stronger as the reception went on. Her discomfort was starting to match that which her new husband was feeling. His discomfort wasn't due to the sensation of being an outsider at his own wedding. No, it was due to the fact that he couldn't get Vanessa out of his head. Even during the ceremony, Zack found himself struggling to look away from his wife's hot black boss. When she walked down the aisle with his best man, Zack found himself staring hungrily at the older black maid of honor. His eyes fell to her magnificently large breasts, jiggling hypnotically as she sauntered down the aisle. He would catch himself after a few moments, pulling his eyes from her clearly throbbing nipples, but despite the fact that he could have friends and family catch him in the act, his eyes kept falling to her bulbous chest throughout the ceremony. What was he doing? This was his wedding? What the fuck is wrong with him? He's better than this. He should know better than to be checking out another woman on his wedding day, but this luscious creature was something he had never come across before. So hot. So sexy. So black...