4 comments/ 33218 views/ 14 favorites There Is More To Being Blacked By: qualitywheat This is an interracial story with a touch of black on blond lesbianism. To those critics who just don't like me, please, move on. These stories's are the figment of my imagination, please read them as such and have some fun, please? Maria Anna Schaefer was stood at the lectern finishing her acceptance speech. She had just been elected the city's first lady mayor. The 40, soon to be 41 year old blond beauty was a real high. The reason she had won the election was solely down to her stance on drug use and gay rights, she was against both in public, but not against gay rights in private. The defining strategy had been her willingness to 'out' high profile people, be they stars, or celebrities, even political opponents for their drug abuse. Some had gone to jail, some had lost everything, and the public loved it. Miguel Anderson was stood at the back in the door way waiting to drive her home; her day had been a long one. He had seen off her regular driver with warnings of serious personal hurt if he showed his face again. He had gone to a flash store and tried on the navy blue suit he later went back and stole, the brilliant white shirt too, along with the socks and shoes, his cap had come from the previous driver as he no longer needed it. The pin in his lapel was her personal tag of recognition for the driver, he had stolen the driver creds, had them reproduced in his titles and he was all set. The envelope was sat on the floor next to the driver's seat, waiting for the commencement of his actions. He was a large black guy of West Indian heritage, a goatee beard adorned his handsome face, 6ft 4" of rock solid power, but his physical prowess was outweighed by a very agile mind. He could assess almost any situation in a second. And his propensity for turning such situations to his advantage was legendary. And the reason he was here tonight had been one of them. The lady he as looking at was about to have a bombshell set off right under her elegant feet. She was going to be his ride to the ultimate wealth he had been looking for. He had money and a certain amount of power, but not enough. Mrs Maria Anna Schaefer was going to be his ticket, although for the moment she wasn't aware of it. Maria Anna Schaefer was an extremely beautiful woman, brash, hard faced, uncompromising, and didn't suffer fools gladly. In fact she didn't suffer them at all, once it became apparent to those around her that she was a winner. Her star rose, she became No 1, and what she said went, only those that were able to keep to her standards remained with her, the others had been discarded. She was hated and feted in equal measures; she was a good friend, but a terrible revengeful enemy. Maria was what men could never understand or get their thick collective heads around, she was the ultimate beauty in every way, and had a brain as sharp and as intelligent as any man. She was married to a leading national politician. He was tipped as a future leader, and Maria was on his shirt tails, like it or not. She had two children, Robert who was still a teen and in boarding school, and her equally beautiful daughter Rebecca was at college. Maria stood at five feet nine inches tall and made full use of high heels and piled up hair to good advantage. Her face was her main asset; it was in any ones words astonishingly beautiful, her complexion at forty was still flawless. And it was fully complimented by her lustrous sleek mane of honey blond hair. She didn't pay much attention to her body, she didn't need to, it kept its perfect shape without any help from her. The only blight in her life was the lack of ample sex, in her position, having an affair was a definite no no. An indiscretion on her part would ruin her life forever. Her husband spent a lot of time away from home, as did she on occasions. But she stayed within the boundaries of her marriage, even if her husband didn't, that was one of the reasons for lack of good sex. He swung both ways nowadays; he had met a young faggot, a rent boy, and after a night on the wine had tasted the other side, and found he had a liking for it. So now at home he was the epitome of a normal family man, but on the QT he was actively engaging in homosexuality. Thus his sex life at home with his wife had dwindled to almost nothing, he ha never been a very active lover from the start, but now it was almost non existent. She had chosen him at college, not because of his boyish good looks and charm, but because he had a similar mind to hers, and she knew he would go far. She would show him the way, and being as intelligent as she was, Maria went with him, waiting in the wings for her turn. And Maria to her credit had got him to the top, or near it, he was nearly there. Then he would go along too. She had remained a steadfastly faithful wife, never once straying from the path of righteousness. She longed for normal sex, good rough house loving, a passionate night, for just once in her life, she thought often to herself, but she knew it would never happen, it wouldn't be allowed to. She had put up with it for her future; her enforced abstinence was worth the price of sexual frustration. She had a very expensive, very adept rampant rabbit, that didn't use battery's, it was rechargeable. And while it did the trick, it didn't provide the closeness of physical love and contact. But in her lower moments, she would often wonder how on earth he had managed to father two beautiful children, especially Lisa, who was a younger and equally beautiful version of her mother. Miguel smiled as he watched the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The world could be at her feet, it would be! Maria wrapped up her speech, took the plaudits, and walked though her adoring supporters as they parted like the Red Sea did for Moses. He made his way out to await her. She arrived on the steps, posed for the photo's that would adorn tomorrows papers, and strutted elegantly to her now open rear door of the stretch limo, as Miguel held it for her. She slid inside, he closed the door, the locks engaging, the tinted windows blocked any more views of her and she laid back, kicking off her shoes and undoing her blouse. She sat there and gloried in her success. Miguel set off to take her on the hour long journey home to her expansive mansion. He glanced through the glass divider separating her from him. He then glanced at the A4 envelope on the floor next to him. After 20 minutes of driving which got him out of the city and into the country, he reached out and picked it up. He had rehearsed this several times, so that when he got to the appointed spot on the trip, he would be where he wanted to be. It all depended really though on her reactions. He spoke into the mic above his head. "Mrs Schaefer," he said, I have something of extreme importance that you should see. It is politically explosive and really needs your urgent attention." Then he held up the envelope. Her interest piqued, she told him to hand it to her, the divider slid down. She took the envelope and opened it. Maria pulled out the contents; he saw her face in the rear view mirror blanche, her mouth drop open and her eyes widen. It was going well, his timing was spot on for the moment. "What the hell," she gasped. They were photos of her beautiful beloved daughter in bed with another woman, and she was snorting what looked like coke! Both women were naked, the unknown woman had her fingers in Lisa's shaven pussy and the look of pure enjoyment on her lovely face was obvious for all to see. Maria was absolutely shocked rigid, she couldn't speak, she looked at them all, there were ten of them and all super explicit. Various sexual poses, but it was the drug use that hit Maria. She was the country's leading advocate against drug use, and called for harsher and harsher penalties for those who used it, and those who supplied it. She looked into Miguel's eyes in the mirror, managing to say. "What is this, where did you get these," then she said, "What do you want?" Her razor sharp mind clicked into gear, blackmail, that's what this is, she told herself. "Shall we chat about it maam?" was his reply. "I think we had better," she told him. And up ahead, 400 meters away was the turning he wanted. He turned down it, 200 more meters was the hidden glade he had selected, as he pulled to a stop he turned out the lights, now they were in darkness, he turned on the rear interior light. Maria was staring wild eyes at the photos in her hand. Now, he thought, this is where it works or it doesn't. Pressing the override on the rear door locks they popped to the open position, and he knew that once he was in there with her, she would give in. He climbed out of the car, undoing his belt as he did, and unhooking the top of his trousers. He opened her door and got into the massive rear compartment. There was a lot more room than he needed, but more space for fun, he had said in his mind. He took the photos from her and dropped them to the floor, pressed the button to relock the doors. For the first time in her life she was not in control. Her mind was already a wreck, her daughter; her own daughter was having a lesbian affair with an obviously older woman who, in all probability had seduced her precocious offspring. But the drugs, Oh God no, not drugs Lisa, she yelled at her in her mind. "I have money, lots of it, how much do you want for these?" she said to him, she was in bargaining mode now. Get them and get him out of her life, was all she thought and wanted. Protect her daughter, herself, her husband, Oh Jesus her husband, and of course her son too. "We'll get to that later," he told her, "you have something more important that I want, much more important Mrs Schaefer." "What, please tell me, I'll give it to you I promise?" She whispered, she was afraid of him. "Yes you will," he said, as he cupped her breast, found and squeezed her nipple. Maria recoiled, her surprise total, she hadn't expected this, her mind hadn't even gone there. She slapped his hand away. "Don't you touch me you filthy black pig!" she shouted. Miguel put his arm around her and forced her to him, and growled in her ear. "Listen to me you clever beautiful bitch, you will do as I say or those photos, and the DVD they came from will be posted to, first your husband, his political masters, your agent, your own political masters. The city fathers, the college your daughter goes to, and the school your son goes to. Have I missed any one? Oh yes, Facebook, and You Tube, are you with me yet?" Maria drowned in her sudden derailment; her life's train was off the tracks and no way to get it back on. Miguel again cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple. Maria didn't try to stop him. He loved this, the power over a person, especially this one. This woman was every walking mans wet dream, and no doubt others too. Maria Anna Schaefer was dead in the water, but she hadn't realised it yet. She was a helpless captive, and would be made to do his bidding in every way. He was more than overjoyed that his expensive ploy had worked as well as it had. He had taken a year to find the right person for his plans, and that person was Lisa Schaefer. And when he had found out whom her parents were he went into top gear. It had cost him a lot of money, he had paid the dark skinned Caribbean beauty to seduce the girl, she had moved in next door to her apartment and captivated her. Soon she was leading her gently to bed, and then into the coke. But as per her instructions, that had been a one time thing. Just enough for the photos and the woman had been warned of severe repercussions if she did it again. Her sexual liaisons with the girl were her business, but not the coke. The fact that her daughter might or might not be a lesbian was of no consequence to him, but her becoming a drug addict did. He also thought that maybe later he could get to her the same way he had got her mother. And Lisa, unknown to her, had a guardian angel watching over her to make sure she didn't do it again. He gently squeezed and rotated Maria's nipple, while telling her she had better behave herself, she was in, she was staying in and she would do as she was told. And he finished his mini speech saying, "Do you understand Mrs Schaefer?" The light went on, "yes," she whispered. "Good, now get on your knees and face me," he told her. She looked at him as if she was going to challenge him, but she slid down off the seat and knelt in front of him. He pulled his zip down and nodded his head at her. She reached and fished out, and saw what to her, was a very impressive cock, and to top it all, it was a black crinkly one. She had never handled another mans cock since meeting her husband, so this was very different. She moved it in her hands, preparing herself for what she knew she would be doing in a moment or two. It twitched and grew between her fingers, it made her blink quickly. Maria went into submissive woman mode, it seemed to hypnotise her, it took control of her mind. She was willing it to grow bigger, harden, and make her stare at it in wonderment. It was far bigger the John David's cock, her husband. It grew as she was expecting it to do, it became hard and stiff, proud and erect, the head was shiny dark pink, the shaft was thick and veiny. At the base peeking out, was a mass of dark shiny curly hair, and then she noticed the smell, the musky odour drifted to her nostrils and she breathed it in. It assailed her senses. Miguel just sat there and let her take all the time in the world. It couldn't be going any better than it was, he said to himself. He wasn't going to have to make her, or order her to do what nature was making her do naturally, to please the dominant male in her life, who was now right in front of her. She leaned forward and touched the tip of it with her tongue, then pulled back as if she thought it was going to chase her. She returned to it a few seconds later, this time her tongue stayed in contact with it. Then her fabulous pouted lips made contact, Miguel sighed in anticipation. Maria heard the sigh and this prompted further ministrations from her. Her eyes lifted to his and she peered up through slatted eyes into his. He gave her a small smile of encouragement and Maria's lips slid right over the end of it. It was years since she had done this, her primal needs took over, the sexual denial she had forced upon herself broke. It swept her off the pedestal she had stood upon for the last twenty years. Her lips slid over it, Maria Anna Schaefer the paragon of virtue was kissing and sucking another mans cock. It belonged to a total stranger, and it was a black cock. She had never ever gone near a black man in her youth or later years, her future that was mapped out in her head, and it didn't include anyone but a white male. She was being blackmailed into this. This person was an unknown black thug. It was wrong, he should go to jail. Be held to account for this heinous crime he was forcing on her. These were her thoughts as she completely engulfed the hard prominent black pole and sucked. Maria went for it, the dam of virtue was breeched, the life long stress was being torn away from her. The sexual frustration she had endured of her own volition was running off like water down an open drain. Her hands clasped the black member like a life giving saviour. Miguel was happily surprised to see her doing what she was. He had no idea that she was sex starved, he had assumed that a woman who looked as good as she did, would have suitors hanging off her like raindrops. But, he thought, business first, he let her savour his well drilled tool, one that would bring her the immense satisfaction that a woman feels when a real man has fucked her long and hard, and Miguel intended to do just that. She gradually became an almost appendage to it herself. Then he pulled her off. He could almost see the disappointment in her face. He made her look at him, then he spoke forcefully and meaningfully. "Listen to me Maria, and listen well, your life as you know it has changed. You will be for as long as I want you be, my personal fuck toy, I will make love and fuck you whenever opportunity presents its self. I will not, nor ever will, interfere in your life in any way except for this. But I will be at your side wherever you go; you will hire me as your personal bodyguard. And believe me I will guard your body. Unless you accept these terms I will reveal the photos. Do you concur or not?" She looked up at him; her life had changed that was for sure. This man had captured her, and unless she capitulated to his demands her life as she knew it would be over. Her mind raced over possible scenario's, and decided he was right, she had no option what so ever. Maria said to him, "yes I agree, I will do what you say, but if you don't keep your word about not interfering in my political life I I will stop you one way or another." He smiled at her, it showed her he agreed. Maria dropped her mouth back onto his still hard projectile and sucked him. Her inner feline pleasure made her attack it with a fervour she had long forgotten. Her object was to make him cum. Miguel laid back and allowed her the ownership of his rampant prick, as he looked down at the glorious beautiful sexy and powerful woman, on her knees in the back of her own limo. Trying her damndest to make him cum, hers hands were seeking his balls, feeling them, the contents, the heaviness, the hairy sac containing them. Maria inwardly swooned, the suction she was applying was too much even for Miguel, he held her lovely coiffured head in his hands and blew his thick heavy steamy load right down her throat. Maria sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, she swept it all in and down. The taste of it brought her memories of it flooding back, she delighted in the feeling of his cum swimming in her body, her lips wrapped tight around the top heavy head of what she was finding out, was a prick of a man, a real man, black or not. She stayed where she was, his cock shrinking a little in her mouth, she continued sucking it, bringing out the last dregs of his cum with her pointy tongue in his pee hole. Miguel pulled her up, opened her blouse and kissed and sucked her nipples. Maria immediately became more hotly aroused. What she had just done for him had fired her up, but now her body caught fire. He knowing how to handle a woman in arousal, kissed her, pushed her away, and started to get out of the car. "Where are you going?" she demanded, "We haven't finished yet, have we?" "Yes we have Maria; I decide the programme, not you, okay?" It was a statement. "But," she protested. He interrupted her. "I said," he told her forcefully, "that I decide the issues not you, get it!" Maria shut up. But she did say one thing into the intercom as he drove off with her straightening herself up. "I am on my own at home, there's only the live in house maid at the back." She told him, leaving out her wishful thinking. "I'll think about it." Was all he said, but he already had, he would stay the night and fuck her hard and almost brutally, she will know who she belongs to by the morning, were his thoughts. 'This has been far easier than I had ever imagined,' he told himself gleefully. She had accepted her fate somewhat stoically; he had reached where he wanted to be in the first few minutes. She on her behalf had seen the writing on the wall, her whole life and that of her family would be totally ruined if this got out. So Maria had decided in a moment, that the only way to redemption was his way. What she hadn't bargained for in that momentary decision, was that her self inflicted sexual deprivation would be awakened in such a violent way. She had reacted physically and immediately to the thick heavy cock that had appeared in her face. It was like a light popping on in her head, long buried needs demanded to be heard and sated. There Is More To Being Blacked The very second that she had made contact with her lips, and his cock had entered her luscious mouth she had fired up, her vagina crushed in on itself, her nipples hardened like never before, her long suppressed yearnings for real love hit her so hard she nearly fainted. She had reacted so much that her need for sexual gratification ruled out any other response but to him, her blackmailer. To do what he told her to do, in the way he told her to do it. She had no option, he had the cards, he would deal them his way. "I wonder what will happen later?" she thought, as she sat in the back of the car. She wanted to be fucked, to be made love to, to feel a strong and vibrant man against her, on top of her while he had his way. Not asking her, but taking her. And the man who held her in his grasp was still a total stranger to her, he was sat no more than 3 or 4 feet from her. She knew she could entice just about any man alive, she was sure she enticed him sat there. But he had an inner control, she felt it. He was assured, hard, centred on his goals, he would not be easily defeated, if at all. They arrived at her home, he pulled up at the huge double fronted oak doors, he got out and opened her door like a good chauffer would. As she stepped out she made sure she got close to him, to let him smell her. She was in heat, a bitch in heat, she was trembling now as the need for good sex engulfed her more and more. She needed a bad male to quench the fire within. He knew she was in some sort of trap of her own making, he knew women, he surmised, and rightly as it turned out, that she was deprived of sex. "She could have any man she wanted," he thought, "what the fuck is wrong with her husband?" He made a mental note to find out more. He took a stab in the dark, meaningfully, he told her. "Wait for me upstairs and do not stray from your room. I'll put the car away, leave the door unlocked, and do not touch that vibrator of yours or else!" he closed the door and drove off down the side of the 14 bed roomed mansion. Maria was left stood open mouthed, he had given her orders, how dare he! "And how does he know about my battery driven vibrator, no one knows about that!" She thought. Maria stomped of and went upstairs like a school girl told to do something she felt she shouldn't be told to do. In her room, she pondered her situation, she needed him for sex that's all she told herself. I'll find a way to get rid of him, that's for sure! While she was thinking this, she was also trying to make her mind up what to wear for when he came to her. Should she dress as sexily as she knew she could, or just sit and wait. Miguel put the car away and walked around the exterior taking it all in. He was more than impressed and he was more than pleased too, play your cards right my boy, he said, and you're on the gravy train for sure. His prime objective was to subdue and take ownership of the woman, then infiltrate her and her husband's business dealings, and invest his money in the right places. He kept Maria waiting for almost an hour, he wondered around the house, checking it out, eventually he made his way upstairs and walked into what was her private domain, it was a woman's room, it was also like her, beautiful. She was getting annoyed at being kept waiting like this, she wasn't used to it. People did her bidding, not the other way around. She had changed into a nightie, it was short and slinky, but not revealing. He stood and looked at her and liked what he saw. Maria was angry, he could see that, "good," he thought, "Just what I want." "Where have you been, what have you been doing!" she demanded, her frustration and anger at him evident. "Come here," was all he said. Maria never moved. "Come here right now, or I will leave!" his threat obvious. Maria went to him meekly, all the fight suddenly gone. He reached out, his left hand grabbed her by the hair, bent her backwards and his right slapped her face, it wasn't a hard one, but the shock of it sent Maria spiralling into utter submission. "Please," she begged, "I'm sorry, please don't hit me again, I'll behave I promise." Maria was more stunned than she had ever been, no one in her long life had ever affronted her this way, she gave in completely to the all powerful man now controlling her. His dark chocolate skin glistened, giving him an air of pure menace, one she understood. "Did you touch your vibrator?" he growled. "No, no I didn't, please believe me." Her inner being beseeching him. "Do you need to be fucked Maria, is that what the problem for you is, are you in denial, hmmm?" Maria couldn't speak, yes she did need to be fucked, he had made her want to be, he had made her give in, he had made her suck his cock, she had swallowed his cum willingly, he had made her need him so very badly. "Well Maria, answer me, or we will stay here all night until you do," as he spoke he ripped her nightie off and threw it away. This charged her with sexual particles that shattered her resolve. "Yes yes yes damn you, I do!" she raged brokenly. "Yes, yes what?" he asked softly. He had cornered her, she had to say what he wanted her to say, but profanities were not part of her vocabulary. "Please don't make me say that, I find it hard to speak that way." She pleaded. He crushed a nipple, her body exploded. Naked in front of him, completely exposed, she whispered. "I need to be f,f,f, fucked, I need it so badly, please fuck me, please." Her huge azure eyes spilled tears of defeat down her beautiful face. Now that's the way I like it, he told himself, get them on the back foot and they'll die for you. "Knees," he said, Maria dropped down immediately. "Look at me," he told her. She lifted her gorgeous head and did so. He undid his shirt and peeled it off revealing a very powerful black torso. Even Maria had to admire it, broad shouldered, flat chested, and hair running down the centre that disappeared into his trousers. His arms were well defined and strong, above it she noticed for the first time, a handsome goatee bearded face. "Take my trousers Maria; you can see what I have for you." He said in a gentle tone, now was the time for manly concerns for her he knew. He needed to make her feel totally desirable, which she already was, but he had to pay homage to her beauty, her sexual desires had to be met in every way. Maria undid the belt and hook, suddenly she couldn't wait tio get them off him. She yanked them down and once more engulfed the hardening black prick into her mouth. He let her have her way, she could suck it all night if she wanted. He rested his hand on her head and worked her over it. Maria pulled off, it was full, hard, stiff, and erect, powerful looking, totally mesmerising her. "Please, I need you, I need it, please?" she said quietly, looking up into his deep dark eyes, he was beginning to captivate her. It was a heartfelt request, no demands, just pure desire and need for his masterful cock. Miguel kicked off his shoes, and picked her up, his arms easily held her, Maria felt cocooned in them, taking her to her bed he laid her on it. There was no fore play, he got on and rammed his thick heavy black cock all the way in. Maria was wet through; there was no resistance from her except a cry of fulfilment. "Argggh, Oh oh oh, Hmmm, oh my god, Argggh!" Miguel set about hammering her, he set about hitting her as hard as he could, she would know tomorrow that she had been fucked properly for the first time in her life, and that she belonged to him, her black master. His cock went to places her husband had probably never even knew of, his prick reached her cervix, her womb. Maria came constantly, she had never been here, she knew he was mastering her, and she wanted to be mastered. All her life she had been in charge one way or another, no one had ever bested her in school or college. Debates, everything had gone her way, and she had been elected President of the students union. This in itself had propelled her down the political path she was navigating. But this man, this stranger was navigating ship her into waters as yet untraveled by her. She locked onto him as he charged his prick with devastating consequences, into her thoroughly and now well fucked pussy. He leaned down and kissed her for the first time as a lover, her lover, her master, her dominant being, her alpha male. The man who later she was to realise, owned her, she would belong to him as long as he wanted to own her. All these thoughts crashed through her head as he crashed his prick in and out of her, burying her further and further into his ownership. She began to understand what he was about, he was deliberately taking her, and Maria,? Now she wanted to go. Miguel grunted, he was cumming, "yes yes yes," she cried, "cum for me, cum in me, make me have it, give it to me, please make me yours, please." She needed to be his, there had never been anyone in her life who had made her feel like this. This superman of men had her in his grasp and was not going to let go. Maria cried in ecstasy when he unloaded, she felt the tightening of his balls, the extra stiffening of his prick, his hold on her tightening. The last final mighty thudding thrust as he emptied himself into her. Maria came with him, but several times, it seemed she had never stopped cumming from the moment he had driven his prick right into her unmercifully. Maria fainted, she crumpled under him, he looked down at his conquest, her defeat was his, and there would be no resistance from her now. He would never be anyone but her body guard in public, but behind closed doors, he was her master in every way. He rolled away, locked her in his arms and went to sleep, it had been a long day, he needed rest, and his next objective was her ass, he was going to fuck the beautiful Mrs Maria Anna Schaefer's ass, wanted or not, he was taking it. Hours later Maria opened her eyes from the deep slumber she had fallen into. She was befuddled, memory was not working properly. Her first realisation something was different was the body lying next to hers, and in whose arms she was held, black arms! Then it came flooding back, the photos of her beautiful daughter, the ensuing blackmail, the sexual enforcing of her, the giving in to him, the taking of her. The acceptance in her mind that she belonged to another man, a black man too! She turned to him slowly, he was breathing softly, obviously asleep, the woman in her appraised her new lover, the lover who had fucked her like she had never been fucked, who had taken her completely and of who she had no defence for. Her vagina ached, her body was gloriously stiff and sore. And her lips felt wonderfully bruised from his thick hard cock. "Oh god," she thought, "that cock," and her hand slid over to touch it. She looked about her, they were still naked, no covers over them, she looked at him now, inspected the body that had weighted her down, the prick that had rented her apart. Maria marvelled at the sight of her white creamy skin, her blondness against the dark power of his, she saw the complimenting of the other. "He is the most beautiful man alive!" she thought to herself admiringly. She had hardly ever looked at a black male before, she had no interest in them unless they worked for her, but even then she had hardly given them more than a passing glance. But now her view had been changed dramatically. Another first for Maria was, she had never been with another man who had held her like this, she had always been the one to decide things. But this man, this dark destroyer had used, abused, and taken her. And Maria loved it now, to be as dominated as she had been, to be taken the way she had, to be made to beg a him, to be overpowered by a man such as this. Maria shivered in excitement, this was a brand new world, one in which she was the puppet, to be dangled and made to dance to his tune. "And his cock, oh his cock," she mused, "his beautiful black masterful cock, its fabulous, its mine, I love it." Her hand stroked it, not knowing that when it was hard again after he woke up, he would have it up her very virgin unexplored ass! She lay her head gently on his dark shoulder and wondered what the future held for her now. She knew that she had no control, no options. He was the one who controlled her now, it was becoming more and more obvious. His cock grew in her soft inquisitive fingers. She kissed his chest, wanting to suck his nipple, but her pouted lips wouldn't let her do it, she contemplated using her teeth but she didn't want to wake him. She just wanted to savour the taste of him, the smell of him. Her body cried out to her for more, her nipples were like tiny rocks, her vagina pulsed and twitched, her stomach pulled at her, the need to be penetrated again was over whelming her once more. Miguel opened one eye and looked at her with a smile on his lips, he let her play with him, knowing she was bringing herself to him. He moved, Maria peered into his eyes. "Who are you, please tell me, I need to know." She asked. "My name is Miguel Anderson, and I have you Mrs Schaefer, all of you don't I?" "Yes you do Miguel, all of me," her hand squeezed him; she moved positions and got both of her hands to him and a nipple sucked into her mouth. Millions of men would have paid her handsomely for this privilege, he thought, "and I've got it and her for nothing." "Have you ever been fucked in your ass?" he said. "My er, my what, my ass, no I haven't," and a great fear swept over her. She looked at him closely and saw the intent in his eyes. "No don't do that, I don't want to do that," she pleaded, "I have never had that," But the look he gave her told her all she needed to know, again she pleaded. "I'll do every thing you tell me, I promise, but please, no, not there, not that?" "Go and get some body lotion or baby oil or something," was all he said. "Please no, oh don't do me there, no, please?" "Go and go now Maria or I'll do it dry!" Maria was in total fear, she slowly made her way there and back, she brought body oil. "Good," he said, "now, on your knees, you need training and the way to do it is to get on with it, then we'll be free for each other." She didn't understand that but said quietly. "Please Miguel I'm begging you, don't do it to me, please." Her eyes dripped huge tears again. Miguel tiring of it slapped her ass hard, "on your knees now!" Maria yelped and unsteadily rose to her shapely knees, bent her head and sank down. He looked at this fabulous blond goddess in front of him, and said a prayer of thanks for the good lord in sending him the most desirous beauty he had ever laid eyes on. He didn't like the way he was treating her too much, but, he told himself, "it has to be done. I have to bring her to heel for my success to be realised." Maria still reached for his dark tool, her touch kept it hot for him, he smeared oil on and in her ass, over his prick where she helped to smear it on. Then he was behind her, gripping her ass tightly, he poked her tight little brown hole, the head popped in freely. Maria squealed loudly, her first reaction was to pull away, but he held her. Maria's feet kicked backwards, but still he held her, he pulled her back, his thick black cock forcing its way into her hitherto never tested ass. "Please no, oh god no, please stop, please oh please please," she wept. Miguel had no intention of stopping, he would hold her fully on to his rampant prick for as long as it took for him to subdue her to his will. Gradually she went limp, her body sagged, her knees made contact with the bed again, then after a while, he watched her back arch downwards, her knees began to support her, her ass was up and proud in the air. The very sight of it nearly made him cum, But cumming wasn't on the cards yet. He had to fuck her good, hard and long. Maria's very subjugation, her absolute submission gave him what he wanted, her sole desire was to please him. She couldn't resist him now, his cock was worming its way to the very depth of her bowels, there was no more left of his cock that wasn't in her. She began from some where in her deepest subconscious to respond to his mastery, his ownership, his dominance, his total power over her. It was no longer blackmail it was her need to serve her man, her master, her lover, her God! She wailed as an unready orgasm split her in two, it took her completely, it broke her will for ever, no longer would she ever even think to rebel against him. Miguel felt the give from her, she orgasmed, he knew she had. He forced her down onto the bed and began to fuck her ass deep and hard, she wept in pain, she cried out in anguish, she writhed beneath him, but he held her completely captive as he ravaged her body once more, but in her other hole. Maria had untold orgasms forced on her, the pain, the thrill, the torment, the ecstasy, the degradation, the total unfettered abuse of her ass and her body had such an affect on her. But it was being his that gripped her mind, in nothing but a few hours she had gone from the most all powerful City politician, to a now fully subjected fuck toy joyfully belonging to this man, this wonderful all powerful black man. She rejoiced in her new life, she would love it forever, for as long as he wanted her, she would be his. He made her clean him, his shit covered cock was washed away by her own mouth, she did it willingly, even if she did gag at the taste of herself. He led her to the shower where she spent a delightful hour with him, this was where she began to learn him, to learn how to please him. To do the things he would like more than others. And nothing was denied him, he made her kneel in the water and lick him from toe to balls. Later in bed and in his strong tight arms she felt nearness she had never had, it was something she now realised she had foolishly denied to herself, all in the pursuit of the unnecessary power she now had. Miguel looked at the clock after waking, it was 6.20. He nudged her. "What time do you have to be in the office?" he asked her. Groggily she muttered, "8am." "Get up Maria and get ready, I'll be outside with the car!" and he was up, dressed and gone. When she appeared he looked at her, she was breath takingly beautiful, her poise and elegance had returned. He gave her a salute and opened the door. "Maam," he said. "Thank you Miguel, hurry please." she told him, he did, but he stopped for a quick blow job, he wanted to see her reaction. He was very pleased. Maria willing dove down onto his cock and sucked him off reverently, nothing was in her mind but to please him. She had to reapply her lipstick to a very happy face. Her day toiled on forever, all that was in her mind was to get home and be with Miguel, she was happy, alive and vital, for the first time in her life. She had a focus other than politics, him! He was in the back ground all day; she knew he was watching her, as she too gave him many admiring glances from her dynamite eyes. She wanted to have her lunch with him, but he wasn't there, this she knew, was him not interfering. But she had a late lunch on the way home, Miguel took her in the back of the car, he exerted his rock solid power over her, he wasn't rushed or insistent, she had a say in what they did. But not when he rammed his black thick heavy prick between her lips, and delivered a cupful of hot steamy thick gruel that was his spunk. Later back at her home he began to question her about her life, he started with her husband. "Why does your husband spend so much time away from you Maria?" She defended him by saying he had a very important government job to do, so his time was limited. "That may be so," Miguel said, "but he has time for even an occasional visit. Yet he doesn't. If you were my wife I would be here as much as possible." There Is More To Being Blacked "He tries," Maria told him, but looked away when she said it. Miguel took the plunge, "does he have someone else Maria? Knowing the answer was yes, even if she denied it, who would never want to be with her, he thought, then another thought struck him. His astute virile mind took over, the someone might be another man! "Don't be ridiculous Miguel, he loves me, I know he does!" she replied hotly. He had struck a nerve and she wasn't happy. But he knew otherwise, no man in his right mind would turn away from this woman, no man! He left it alone and took her to bed, in minutes she had forgotten it, he was balls deep and she loved the attention he showered on her. He deliberately fucked her for as long and as hard as he could, refuse to let himself cum until he knew she was beaten! The following day after he took her work, and stopped for what was becoming customary blow job in the back of her limo, he rang a friend. "Joe I need a job doing and urgently, as quickly as possible." He explained what he wanted, and agreed the price, it was for 10 grand, but if what he thought turned out to be true; he would clean up for sure. He was gaining access to her personal and confidential papers, her e mails, even her mail, she started confiding in him, he in return just offered snippets of advice. But what he was learning enabled him to buy stock and shares in companies that were being given favoured status for up coming city contracts, the biggest being the new airport that was to be built. In between this taking place his friend Joe came up with the goods. Maria's husband was seeing another man, even men; he had gone over to the other side completely. There were photos of him with young men, hands on asses, kissing, fondling, and cuddling. Joe had illegally entered his apartment and photo'd him having full sex with a young guy, both ways. Maria by now was so in love with him. She would hang on every word, he made love to her constantly, in fact it was the only constant in her life now. He had met the man on three occasions when he had come home and disliked him from the start, but he never let it interfere with his long term plans. Maria came to him in the night to see him in the annexe at the back that had been converted just for him, for just these occasions. He set his stall out and told Maria he had to go away for two days but he would be back, and that he would have a good friend to look after her while he was away. Maria was at a loss as to what to make of that. "Be looked after? I don't want another man ever but you Miguel, none at all!" He said no more and left, the good friend was cousin, a female cousin, who he knew would go gaga for Maria once she set her eyes on her. And Maria would have no response to the onslaught. Chantelle arrived that very evening, her introduction was short sharp and very concise. "Hi Maria, I'm Chantelle, Miguel's cousin, he told me I have to take care of you," she beamed. She walked past a stunned Maria, dropped her bag to the floor, turned, took Maria in her arms and kissed her. She was a woman of gorgeous cute looks, she was 3 or 4 inches shorter than Maria but made up for that with confidence. Maria succumbed in her inimitable way, she was mesmerised by Chantelle's dark looks, and her mass of thick curly hair. Before she knew what was happening she was pleading for Chantelle to stop. "Please, don't, stop, what are you doing, oh, no, you mustn't, I don't, I can't, I've never, oh please stop please?" All of which fell on deaf ears, she had had her orders from Miguel and you don't disobey an order from him! And when she did let go of Maria, she dropped her clothes to the floor, and struck a pose that hypnotised her victim. Maria gaped at her black silk skin and drooled over it. Chantelle had her inside out in seconds, there were no further protests. In the Capitol where he had arrived Miguel made a point of bumping into Maria's husband accidently. He pushed an envelope into his hands and walked away. He looked at it, wondered what had just taken place and walked off to open it in private. On the back of the envelope was written, 'I am awaiting your call.' After that was a telephone number. He sat on a park bench and opened it, it almost physically knocked him down. There were several 8x10 photos of him in hot action with his lover, his face full on in four of them thereby he would have no way of denying they were of someone else. He called the number when he had recovered enough to do so. "Hello," Miguel answered, "nice photos hey, John David Schaefer?" "What do you want, money?" he asked. "No, I will be at your office at 9am in the morning, please admit me, if you don't, the photos will be spread far and wide in the national press. And don't challenge me on that." The phone went dead. He was dressed in a business suit and carrying a brief case when he arrived, he was immediately admitted, and shown to Mr Schafer's office. The man stood, out of respect and also total dread. "What do you want, what can I do for you Mr er?" "My name doesn't matter, what I want from you are names of businesses that are to be awarded serious government contracts that I can invest in and make some money. You do that all with in the next month and those photos will disappear. His answer was quick, "but how do I know you will leave me alone and not bother me again, or release them anyway?" "The short answer is you don't, but my word is good, you come through you will have nothing to fear." He gave over and e mail address, "use this for the next twenty eight days and then delete it, I will never contact you again, unless of course you try to rip me off, because I will know it." He turned to walk away. "By the way, I would think of divorce if I were you, your wife is aware it seems of your deviant ways. But don't let her know I told you, all this is strictly between us." Then Miguel walked off satisfied with his work. He arrived back at Maria's home and saw the bedroom light was on, he smiled, and thought, you don't take prisoners do you Chantelle?" Silently he entered and crept upstairs, he heard them talking but couldn't discern what they were saying. He peeked through the door and they were laid in bed, cuddled up and close. He walked in and said cheerfully, "Hello there, how are you doing?" Both women leapt out of bed and charged him, Maria getting there first. She kissed him happily, and then reproached him. "You could have told me about Chantelle Miguel, you bad boy, you beautiful bad boy." He laughed; Chantelle kissed his cheek, and said. "Right you two lovebirds, I'm off!" She kissed Maria, picked up her things and left. He took her straight back to bed, and fucked her with a madness he hadn't had for a long time. After she had cum many times he turned her over and fucked her ass just as he had the first time. Maria shrieked and wailed at her treatment but loved every second of it. A month later he had all the information he needed, he had received 27 names of businesses and used 23 of them. His star was bright and his wealth was growing. Then Maria received news that her husband was offering her a no contest divorce in return for her silence. He would give her half of all he had; and all of the house and all that was in it. Miguel continued in his life as her driver and bodyguard, but in private she was happy to be his black cocked lover. She was the cities leading politician, but as soon as Miguel closed the door on her car she was his, solely and completely, and Maria knew it. Never in her life had she met such a wonderful man, a commanding thoughtful and aggressive lover, with an unsurpassed dominant demeanour. A month after that, Maria had a business conference to attend to, her first one away from home. While she was there she got a message on the first day that her daughter had arrived home. Miguel offered to return and sort things out. But his idea of sorting things out were to do to her daughter, what he had done to her mother, subject her to blackmail and take her for a fuck toy. He wasn't altogether happy with this side of him. It was his mercenary side, but as he would say to himself, "without it, I wouldn't be the 'whole' that I am." He had all he had set out to get, the moneyed blackmail had been perfect. Miguel's heart stopped in his mouth when he saw her, she was breathtakingly beautiful, an absolute clone of her mother, so so lovely. Inside three hours after she had settled down he produced the photos, and issued an ultimatum. She accepted his terms after lots of tears; he insisted there would be no repercussions once he had bedded her. He believed, but didn't tell her, that when he had finished with her she would almost certainly want him again. He took her happily to bed where he had the fuck of a life time. Lisa too got into it; she soon understood that this was a man of immense sexual prowess. And Lisa in her exuberant youth gave back as good as she got. The sex was manic, and utterly fulfilling. The feel of a well trained, experienced lover who owned a stupendous black cock was more than she had ever been tested by, or being subjected to. The 20 year old beauty was taken up with the black older man, he was her first black lover, she had had lots of boys at college, but nothing like this. And, she thought, she guessed rightly, he was her mothers lover, he had to be. What took him a little by surprise was her request at 4oclock in the morning to do her ass. She had never tried it she had said, "but I would love the first one in there to be yours," she told him, "a black cock for a white whore slut!" And she laughed happily, she knew what a black cock slut was; she was at college wasn't she? Lisa picked up her bottle of oil and handed it to him. He didn't disappoint. Miguel was basically an ass man, he loved fucking women up their coal chute, and he savoured Lisa's, she cried and cried, moaned and groaned but he took her without remorse or thought for her. She had given in and submitted to it, in the end rejoicing in her taming by this man. In the morning Maria rang his cell phone, asking when he would be back. "I can't," he told her, "she won' let me leave," he lied, "she's scared of being on her own." "But I'm here all on my own," Maria complained. "Don't worry Maria, you won't be for long." He closed the phone, rang Chantelle and told her to travel immediately, Maria needs you, he had said. He never heard from her all week. At the end of the conference she returned home and knew straight away what had happened, she just looked at her daughter and knew. Her eyes were a little sunken, just as hers had been at the end of her first week with Miguel. But it heartened her for some reason. It gave her the hope that Miguel would stay forever, she had mentioned it to him, but he had never given her a straight answer, but if he had the both of them, then maybe he would. He did, both women became his property, he owned them totally. Lisa went back to college to get all her degrees, but at the end she returned home with her stomach swollen, she was carrying Miguel's baby. She was pregnant and soon married her lover. Her father who came to the wedding but only in passing was a bit more than stunned to see who his little girl was marrying. "Don't worry my friend," Miguel said quietly, "our secret is safe with us isn't it?" He actually thanked Miguel for his honesty and left. Lisa knew her mom Maria had first claim over Miguel. He was happy to stay with the most supplicant, feline, sexual blonds on earth. Chantelle became a visitor and enjoyed both girls company when ever Miguel was with the other. He also finished up with a portfolio of shares worth 157 million which eventually he cashed.