As far as company parties went this one wasn't all that bad. It would have been better off if her husband had come with her, but with a project that was behind schedule and a deadline looming he had to work late to catch up. It was awkward being the only unattached woman at the party. All the single guys seemed to see her as a target of opportunity and they were vying with each other to see who might get lucky. They kept bringing her fresh drinks and she was glad that she had taken a room for the night. There was absolutely no sense taking a chance on driving after drinking the amount she was taking in. She didn't mind the attention and she knew what they were up too and she also knew that none of them had a chance. What self-respecting white woman was going to have anything to do with a black man?
Her eyes opened and she was staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Before she could panic enough of the fog cleared away to let her remember that she had taken a room at the hotel. She felt odd, almost as if she'd had a workout at the gym, and she had a salty bitter taste in her mouth. She sat up and noticed that she was completely naked. That was strange - she never slept in the nude. She swung out of bed and went to use the toilet and as soon as her legs came together she felt the soreness and she looked down and saw that her pubic hair had a crust and she noticed that her left breast had a love bite. More confused than ever she continued on her way to the toilet and as she passed by the vanity mirror she got a good overall look at herself. Her hair was damp and matted, she had hickeys on her neck, her nipples were bruised and there were dried white spots all over her face, breasts and stomach. She knew as soon as she saw them what they were - dried cum stains! What the hell had happened to her last night? More to the point - who had happened to her last night?
She was sitting at her desk trying to make sense out of a buyer's order when Calvin entered her office and sauntered up to her desk. Calvin, at least as far as she was concerned, was the type of black man who gave other black men a bad name. He was obnoxious, pushy and in short he was what her husband called an "uppity nigger." She ignored him and waited for him to go away, but he just stood there and waited for her to acknowledge him.
Finally she looked up from what she was doing, "What do you want Calvin?"
He smiled at her and brought a hand out from behind his back. It held several white square pieces of paper fanned out like a deck of cards. "What I want to do pretty lady, is show you a card trick. Pick a card pretty lady, any card at all."
Anything to get rid of him she thought and she reached out and pulled one of the white pieces of paper from his hand. "Do I look at it or what?"
"What you do pretty lady is call me. We'll do lunch" and he turned and walked away.
She looked at what she had in her hand and she recognized it as a Polaroid snapshot. She turned it over and caught her breath - it was a picture of her with a black cock in her mouth. She got up and followed Calvin to his office, "Where did you get this?"
"At the party the other night. You were sure a surprise pretty lady. We always thought you were a racist, but I've never seen a racist go after black cock the way you did. You wore the brothers out. They even had to bring in the room service waiter to keep you busy while they caught their breath. They even considered calling some of their friends to come on over and help out, but I talked them out of it. I convinced them that it would be wise to keep you all to ourselves and share you as our own private stock."
"Don't you fret it pretty lady. They will all be after you now like dogs after a bitch in heat which, by the way, is what they think you are, but they don't have any leverage on you so you can tell them to go piss up a rope. That is you can if you want to. I on the other hand have leverage. I have twenty-three pictures of you doing the nasty with the boys. I don't know how they got you into that room, but I do know that when I heard about it I was the only one smart enough to run and get a camera."
"What are you after Calvin?"
"To put it in it's simplest terms - you! I get a kick out of taking hauty white bitches that think they are better than a black man and shoving my black cock into every hole they have."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh but I am missy, I most definitely am."
"You are out of your mind if you think I would do that."
"Your choice missy. Are you willing to pay the price?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone here knows what a red-necked, racist cracker your husband is. You would know better than most what his reaction to these pictures will be. Here, look at them and try to envision his reaction."
She took the pictures and looked at them. Dear God, how could she have done those things. She knew only too well how Darrel would react to seeing them. He would kill her - no divorce for Darrel - he would go right for her throat and damn the consequences. She tossed the photos on Calvin's desk and asked again, "What do you want?"
"Simple. You and I will reenact what is in those pictures. For every time we do it I will give two of them back to you. You will only have to suffer my black cock violating your pure white body twelve times before you have them all back."
"You are out of your mind. I'll never do that!"
"Your choice. It is now nine o'clock. If I send these photos to your husband at his office by special messenger he should have them by one. That gives you a four hour head start." Calvin took an envelope out of his desk drawer and started to gather up the pictures.
She hated herself for being so weak, but she said, "Wait. What do I have to do?"
Her head bobbed up and down on his shinny black pole as his hands played with her nipples. Her nipples were very sensitive and it wasn't long before she could feel the heat building in her lower body. It killed her to know that he could do that to her. She moaned and he laughed, "That's it you racist bitch, suck on my black cock. That's it baby, that's it, here it comes and don't you dare miss a drop." Calvin flooded her mouth with his seed and he laughed again. "Look on this as doing something good for the racist cause. By taking it down your throat instead of letting me deposit it in a black woman you are keeping one more black baby from being born." She gulped and swallowed as hard as she could to keep all of it in her because he'd all ready told her that if she let so much as a drop fall out of her mouth he would add ten more sessions. Calvin's juice was saltier than Darrel's, but wasn't near as bitter. Thank god it's over with she thought, but even as she had the thought she knew she was wrong and that it wasn't even close to being over.
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