This story is dedicated to Kelly, who reminded me that my "vacation"
was over. Unfortunately, I began writing this story during one of my
demented mood swings. If you like this story, check out YW503,
YW564, YW602, YW655 and YW681. I will have to take another vacation
from writing until December. If anyone is offended by this story, I
am sorry. You may complain to Kelly.


				Virginia Coleman
					by
				Carol Collins

      The Monday morning rush hour traffic was as slow as usual. At
least it was a beautiful Spring morning. Virginia turned her
thoughts inwards as she waited for the car in front of her to move
another ten feet forward. Today was to be her first day on her new
job as Executive Personal Assistant to Malcolm Jones, a large
handsome Black man and Director of Urban Partners For The
Development Of Social Education. It was a tax funded organization
established to insure that minorities were well represented in
modern society. Virginia would not have considered working there
just a year ago. Now, she felt fortunate to have landed the
position.

      Virginia had been an administrative assistant for one of the
Fortune Five Hundred Companies just three months before. Corporate
down-sizing had eliminated her job, along with many others. John
Coleman, her husband had a low paying dead end job and they simply
could not live on his salary alone. She was forced to accept this
position even thought she was not completely comfortable with the
sometimes inappropriate and blatantly appraising stares that her new
and slightly younger African- American boss had given her during the
job interview. She had worn proper attire for their meeting, but he
seemed to be undressing her with his dark eyes as she had outlined
her areas of expertise.

      Virginia was so distracted by her thoughts that she never
noticed the guy in the truck in the next lane in traffic. He had
certainly noticed her. From his higher position, he could look down
inside of her red Mitsubishi automobile. What he saw was a pretty
redhead with lustrous shoulder length hair, a green silk blouse that
molded itself to a pair of large breasts, black knee length wool
skirt that had ridden up part way to the top of her thighs, exposing
the hem of her green silk slip and a pair of beautifully shaped
feminine legs encased in black nylon stockings. Virginia, now
thirty-seven years old, may have been several years older than the
young man, but he was having fantasies of what he would do to her if
he had her in his bedroom. Like most such fantasies, they would
never come true.

      The traffic began to move forward. Virginia was almost late
for her first day at the Urban Partners Headquarters. She rushed in
and began working immediately. When Malcolm arrived, she brought a
mug of steaming fresh coffee to him. He thanked her, smiling at the
efficiency of his beautiful redheaded secretary. Malcolm had always
had a "thing" for married white women. Virginia's red hair looked to
be natural. He was determined that it would not be just her hair
dresser that knew for sure if she dyed it. He had found out that she
really needed this job because her husband could not support his
family on his measly income. Malcolm's planned conquest of the
beautiful Virginia Coleman was to begin this week.

      Malcolm Jones was a very clever man. He had manipulated the
system and had been appointed to head the social education programs
for the Urban Partners. His salary was considered excessive by some.
If they had know about the expense accounts, the free use of a state
owned car, a new Mercury Grand Marquis with all the extras, they
would have been truly amazed. His expensive suits and nice apartment
were obtained at a discount, or for free, from merchants that wanted
to be on friendly terms with such a politically connected man as
Malcolm.

      Malcolm still went to the gym three days a week. He knew that
he needed a good physique to pick up the most attractive and
desirable of the white women that also went there. Seeing a wedding
band on a woman's ring finger only made her more appealing to him.
Many times a satisfied wife had returned to her home and husband
with Malcolm's potent seed dripping into the crotchband of her
panties. Malcolm had lost count of the number.

      Virginia interrupted Malcolm's thoughts when she announced
that the Mayor was here to see him. Malcolm told her to show him in.
Andrew Oldham was the new Black Mayor. He, like Malcolm, was a
fairly young African-American with a great political future ahead of
him. Malcolm stood, greeted Andy warmly and shook the offered hand.
Malcolm told his administrative assistant, "Virginia, please get the
Mayor a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar, if I remember correctly."
The Mayor nodded his head and both men turned their heads to watch
the shapely derriere of the redheaded secretary as she left the room
to fetch the cup of coffee.

      Andrew leaned toward Malcolm and lowered his voice as he
asked, "Have you tagged your new secretary yet?" When Malcolm told
him that she had only started working that morning, the mayor added,
"Well when you break her in, save a piece for me." Malcolm assured
his friend that he could have some of the pretty redhead as soon as
she was initiated into inter-racial loving. Virginia returned the
Mayor's smiled as she placed the cup of coffee in front of him.
Virginia had voted for Andrew Oldham because she thought that he had
the best interest of all the residents of the city in his heart. Her
teenage daughter, Rebecca, and her friend, Andrea, had even worked
during the political campaign passing out flyers. The last Mayor had
been caught in an extra-marital affair and that, according to the
way Virginia was raised, was inexcusable. She thought that Andrew
Oldham was such a nice man. Now, he was calling her by her first
name. Virginia smiled as she went about her morning tasks of running
a busy office. Andy finished with his business and left, stopping to
say that he was glad that Virginia had joined their little team and,
"Together, we will work for a brighter tomorrow and a better future
for our children." Virginia was very happy that she had voted for
him.

      Five o'clock finally arrived. Virginia had been busy trying to
learn where everything was located in the office and storerooms. She
felt that the day had gone very well as she switched off her
computer and straightened her desk. Malcolm called her into his
office and she automatically picked up her steno pad in case she
needed to take notes. When she entered his office, she asked, "You
called me, Mr. Jones?"

      "Yes, I did, Virginia." He leaned back in his plush leather
executive chair as he studied his new secretary's appearance. Even
after a hard day's work, she still looked as fresh as she had when
he had arrived at the office. He could barely wait to find out if
those tits were real. "Have a seat." Virginia sat in the low chair
across from his desk, causing her skirt to ride up her shapely legs
and expose much of her nylon covered thighs. She modestly pulled her
hem back down. "I just wanted to tell you that you have done well
today. I think we are going to get along very well."

      Virginia sighed inwardly. Her family's bills had piled up
while she was out of work and she really needed this job. Her
husband, John, simply did not make enough to keep them afloat
financially. Plus, having a teenage daughter that was a senior in
high school meant that they were always spending money. Rebecca was
a beautiful redhead that looked much like her mother. Virginia
really loved her daughter and wanted to provide for her. She relaxed
a little as she thought about the financial security that her new
job afforded her family.

      "I hope you don't mind working late tomorrow night. I have a
dinner with an important client and I need you there to take notes.
Of course, there will be over time pay." Virginia knew that the
extra money would come in handy in catching up some over-due bills.
She agreed to go. Malcolm knew that the taxpayers would pick up the
tab for his meal at one of the swanky restaurants in town, plus,
they would pay for helping him get the pretty secretary
indoctrinated to black loving. It was times like this that he really
loved his job! Virginia agreed to accompany her new boss the
following evening. Malcolm Jones was smiling as he watched her leave
for home. Virginia's father had been a Baptist Preacher and had
raised her very strictly. She had not been permitted to date until
she was eighteen. It was not until she had taken a course in the
community college that she had attended that she found out that she
had to wear fashionable clothing just to survive in the business
world. Her wardrobe consisted of tasteful, but business oriented
clothes. Mr. Jones had asked her to wear something suitable for a
night on the town when she came in to work the next morning. She
supposed that the basic black dress that she had worn to her niece's
wedding would qualify, although it showed much more cleavage that
was appropriate for the office.

      When Virginia arrived home, she found that Rebecca and Andrea,
Rebecca's long time best friend and their next door neighbor's
daughter, had already cooked supper. Rebecca was about five foot
six, a little thin, except for her large breasts, had a pretty face
and figure, plus she was a cheerleader at school. Andrea was almost
Rebecca's twin, but with brunette hair and brown eyes instead of red
hair and green eyes. Both girls had been brought up in religious
households and had refused to let any of the boys at school sully
their virginal purity. They each knew that when they found Mr.
Right, he would appreciate them more if they let him have that
precious gift.

      Virginia went to the master bedroom and removed her silk
blouse and wool skirt. She pulled her full green silk slip up over
her head and turned to see her reflection in the closet door
mirrors. She had originally been opposed to having such icons of
vanity in her bedroom, but the old closet doors had torn up and
these were on sale and cheaper than any other replacement doors.
They certainly did give her a full length view of her shapely figure
as she peeled her black pantyhose down off her lower body.

      Virginia took just an extra moment to notice that the diet and
exercise program that she had been on for the last few years had
really paid off. No one would suspect her of being the mother of an
seventeen year old daughter. Her white satin brassiere fought to
contain her big breasts. Virginia had always been self-conscious
about her endowments. Her father had warned her of the pleasures of
the flesh and she had always avoided most forms of sexual thrills.
As she turned to put on a loose fitting sweat suit, her white satin
covered shapely bottom was displayed to the mirror.

      At the dinner table, Virginia told about her first day on her
new job. She spoke of her wonderful new boss, of meeting the Mayor,
whom she thought was a great man, and of the trials and tribulations
of being an administrative office assistant. Rebecca and Andrea's
sweet angelic faces showed how impressed they were with Virginia's
new job. Even John, her husband of nineteen years, listened
intently. He was rather short and was thin, but he loved his wife.
He was concerned, however, when he heard that his wife would be out
late the next evening with a black man. What if anyone he knew were
to see Virginia in the restaurant? Of course, he did not voice his
concerns. After all, he did not wish to seem to be racially
prejudiced.

      That night, John wanted to make love to his wife, but he knew
that she would only agree on the weekend. As rarely as they made
love, it was almost a waste for her to take her birth control pills.
John tossed and turned  until, finally, he managed to get to sleep.

      The next morning, Virginia put on her black satin brassiere
and panties, black pantyhose, black party dress and a pair of black
high heeled pumps. A gold necklace and a matching pair of earrings,
plus her wedding rings, completed her outfit. She fluffed her red
hair just a little in preparation for the evening. It was a good
thing that her husband had already left for work before she was
finished dressing or else he would have really worried. Virginia
just wanted to make sure that her new boss was suitably impressed
with his new administrative assistant.

      The second day at work went smoothly. Each time that Malcolm
saw his prey sitting prettily at her desk, his dark monstrous tool
began to rise in his expensive slacks. "Tonight," he promised
himself, "her beautiful white ass would belong to him." Poor
Virginia was so completely naive about the ways of the world.

      When it was time to leave the office, Malcolm Jones escorted
his new secretary to his large luxury automobile. He even opened her
door and waited till she had sat down in the passenger seat before
closing it and walking around to get in on his side. Like most men,
he had wanted to see just how high Virginia would let the hem of her
dress rise as she swung her legs around as she sat down. He was
disappointed because she had demonstrated her modesty by keeping her
thighs covered all the way to her knees. He knew he could change her
attitude in a short period of time.

      The ride to the restaurant was short. When they arrived at the
restaurant, some of the patrons stared at the mixed race couple as
they were shown to a table in a quiet corner. Virginia felt
self-conscious as she accompanied her black boss to their table. It
felt as if every one were starring at her. She was grateful that a
small divider and a potted plant afforded them some protection from
prying eyes. When she was seated, Malcolm moved his chair closer to
hers as he sat down.

      "Our clients are supposed to be here in about fifteen minutes.
Why don't we order a drink and wait for them to get here before we
order our dinner?" Virginia informed him that she did not drink.
"Okay. You can be the designated driver. I'll order you a juice
drink so that I am not drinking alone." He called the black waiter
over and placed an order for a bourbon on the rocks for himself and
a Kaulua Special for the Lady. Virginia never noticed the winks that
were exchanged.

      Thirty minutes later, Malcolm ordered another set of drinks.
Virginia had never tasted such a delicious tropical fruit drink as
the Kaulua Special. She sipped her new drink through a straw as she
listened to Malcolm talk about the importance of their work to the
future of the community. He was interrupted by the ringing of his
cell phone. It was his friend, Jamal calling at the pre-arranged
time. Malcolm pretended that he was talking to the non-existent
client that was supposed to meet with Virginia and him this evening.
He even acted surprised that the meeting had to be canceled because
of an airline connection being missed. He played his part very well
and Virginia, in her alcohol dazed state of mind, believed the ruse.

      When Malcolm turned off his cell phone, he turned to his
slightly inebriated secretary and explained that since they were
already here, they should at least eat dinner on their office
expense account. By this time, Virginia's second glass was empty and
she could see no reason why they shouldn't. Malcolm had another
drink with his meal while Virginia had another Kaulua Special. The
waiter had put a shot of one hundred eighty proof pure grain alcohol
in each of the redhead's drinks.

      When the meal was finished. Virginia was helped to her feet.
Malcolm slipped an arm around her waist to steady her as they left
the restaurant. She never noticed the disapproving stares that a few
of the patrons tossed her way as she drunkenly clung to the large
black man for support. This time, she was not as careful as she sat
down in his car. Her dress rose up to expose half of her thighs. He
was disappointed to see that she immediately pulled her dress down.

      Virginia paid no attention to where Mr. Jones was driving
them. She had assumed that he was taking her back to the office so
she could get into her car and drive home to the safety of her
loving husband and daughter. Malcolm had other ideas. They arrived
at his apartment and he coaxed Virginia into coming inside for a few
minutes before he took her back to her car. She really believed him
when he said that he had to pick up some important papers for the
office.

      He opened the door for them and ushered the pretty white wife
inside of the beautifully decorated apartment where he had
entertained so many other white wives. Virginia accepted a fourth
Kaulua Special while he pretended to search for the papers. When
Malcolm left the room to go to the bedroom, Jamal was waiting for
him with the eight millimeter video camcorder. The one in the living
room had already been switched on and was recording. Jamal would
come in as soon as the action began to get the close-ups.

      Virginia was sitting on the sofa, in the semi darkened living
room, listening to some soft music and sipping on her drink, when
she noticed how late it had gotten. She needed to get home if she
was going to be on time the next morning. Malcolm returned, sat down
close to her and placed his arm around her shoulders. Even in her
diminished state, alarm bells began ringing in her brain. She
politely stated, "I want to thank you for the very pleasant evening.
The meal was terrific and I love this fruit drink. But, it is
getting late and I really need to go home."

      Malcolm noticed that she was slurring some of her words as he
slid closer and took the empty glass out of her hands. "I'll take
you to your car in a few minutes. I just want to tell you how happy
I am to have you for my administrative assistant. You are very
professional. Plus, you are one of the most beautiful women that I
know."

      Virginia smiled at the compliment even as Malcolm's lips
descended onto hers. Her husband, John, was almost the only other
man that had kissed her. She noticed that Mr. Jones's lips were
thicker and softer than her husband's were. Her alcohol fogged brain
was slow to react until she felt his thick tongue entering her
mouth. She weakly tried to push her boss away as his tongue delved
deeply into her mouth. She tried to protest when she his large black
hand began kneading her left breast through her dress and brassiere.
Somehow, he found her sensitive nipple and pinched it, sending
erotic sensations coursing throughout her body.

      Virginia was desperately trying to pull away from her amorous
boss as his tongue stroked in and out between her sweet lips and his
fingers pinched her tingling nipples. He had pushed her against the
back of his sofa and had her completely under his control. He
noticed that her resistance was fading as their kiss continued.
Virginia knew this was wrong, but could not control herself as her
hand went up to wrap around his thick muscular neck.

      Malcolm dropped his free hand to the hem of her dress and
slipped it up under the material and onto her warm nylon covered
thighs. She tried to protest again, but succeeded in only making
moaning sounds as his large thick fingers slid between her legs and
began massaging her vagina through the nylon pantyhose and black
satin panties. Her resistance lasted less than two minutes.

      Only her husband had touched her their! Yet, Virginia could no
longer control her pulsating body as her legs parted, giving her
African-American boss full access to her body's most intimate
region. Malcolm was pleased with her reactions to his pussy rubbing.
He made her reach an orgasm twice before he pulled her dress up to
her waist and slipped his hand inside her black nylon pantyhose and
black satin panties. Her soft red pubic hair surrounded her wet
juicy slit. His large fingers probed inside of her vagina, massaged
her clitoris and brought her off once again before he removed her
pantyhose and panties.

      The alcohol had loosened Virginia's previously suppressed
libido. She had never known that such sensations existed. She had
always looked down on the "sluts" that had been easy lays. She
experienced her fourth orgasm with Malcolm Jones's long thick middle
finger buried as deeply as it would reach in her vagina as his thumb
rubbed her clitty. She never even noticed that her dress was
unzipped and was pulled down and her black satin brassiere was
unhooked until Malcolm's thick lips formed a suction on one of her
excited erect pink nipples.

      Malcolm began to undress himself as he brought his redheaded
secretary to orgasm after orgasm. He had met women that were
multi-orgasmic before, but this reserved white wife was the best.
Malcolm looked up to see Jamal moving in closer for the video shot
of him climbing on top of the pretty redhead and sinking almost ten
inches of thick black uncircumcised cock inside of her belly.

      Virginia was pulled down to lie on the sofa as her dress was
pulled off, leaving her completely naked. Mr. Jones was up on top of
her and had her legs spread wide open as he moved in closer. She
looked down between her mammoth breasts to see the largest penis
that she had ever seen. Malcolm had his cock in his right hand as he
guided it to her open wet vagina. It was about ten inches long and
bigger around than her wrist. Her boss was working the foreskin back
and forth as he aligned his black-as- midnight pole to the entrance
to her body.

      Jamal caught the redhead's facial expression as she was
penetrated with a man's sized cock for the first time in her life.
John only had five inches when he was hard. Plus, he was only an
inch thick. Her eyes flew open and she cried out as the first four
inches of the thick black sausage sank out of sight. Jamal was
careful not to get Malcolm's face in the video as he switched from
Virginia's expressive pretty face to her over-stuffed vagina. Not
only was Malcolm much thicker than her husband, but he was as deep
as John had ever been and Malcolm was only half way in.

      Malcolm was now exploring virgin territory as he passed the
point in Virginia's pussy that her husband had had exclusive rights
to for the previous eighteen years. Virginia was screaming out as
one climax after another passed through her skewered body. She had
never experienced more than one orgasm at a time while having sex
with her husband. Usually, he did not last long enough to give her
even one climax. Virginia had already lost count of the number of
orgasms she had this evening. She wrapped her legs around Malcolm
Jones's narrow waist and pulled him inside of her until the last
inch or two had disappeared.

      This was the part that Malcolm loved best about fucking white
wives. To feel them surrender themselves to his powerful black cock
and to fuck themselves onto his tool like he figured they never
could do with their wimpy honky husbands. He looked down and watched
as her large tits wobbled back and forth as she fucked him as well
as any woman had ever done before. Virginia squealed as she reached
another mid-blowing climax. The Baptist Preacher's daughter had
become a mindless fucking machine as she impaled herself onto the
black cock until she passed out on her twelfth orgasm. She did not
even know that Malcolm pumped his jism deep inside of her and
drenched her womb with black baby making sperm.

      By the time that Malcolm pulled his wet softening tool from
the drenched cunt of the fucked out redhead, Jamal was moving into
position to screw the redheaded beauty. Virginia never regained
consciousness, until after Jamal had dumped another load of cum deep
inside of her violated opening. Jamal pulled out and exited the room
before Virginia knew that she had been screwed by anyone other than
her boss.

      Fifteen minutes later, she regained consciousness and the
realization of what had happened sank into Virginia's alcohol
clouded mind. She climbed to her feet and felt the thick cum running
down her legs. She was horrified that she had been seduced so
easily. She grabbed up her clothing and made a dash for the
bathroom. Once inside, she closed and locked the door. "My God! What
have I done?" She asked herself when she saw her reflection in the
bathroom mirror.

      Twenty minutes later, Virginia walked from the bathroom and
demanded to be taken to her car. When Malcolm tried to talk her into
sitting down to talk about the situation, she asked him to call a
taxi if he would not take her. He had put his slacks back on, so, he
slipped on his shoes and shirt before escorting the distraught wife
to his car.

      On the way back to the office, Malcolm tried to carry on a
conversation. Virginia sat silently, with tears streaming down her
cheeks. When they pulled into the Urban Partners parking lot, she
got out of his car, got into her own car and drove off without
saying a word. Malcolm griped the leather covered steering wheel and
decided that she was too much of a good piece of ass to let get
away. He was planning the strategy necessary to get her to come back
to him as he drove home to his apartment.

      Virginia was grateful that John and Rebecca were already
asleep when she entered her darkened home. She very quietly went to
the master bath, removed her sperm stained clothing and took a long
hot shower. She wished that the water could wash away the memories
of her cries of passion as Malcolm Jones had brought her more sexual
excitement than she had ever know during her entire life. She
decided that she would not go to work the next morning. She would
stay home and look for another job the next day.

      Virginia slipped on her flannel nightgown, crawled into bed
beside her snoring husband, wiped another tear from her eyes and
tried to go to sleep. She finally surrendered herself to slumber's
embrace an hour before the alarm went off.

      John was up and gone to work before Virginia even turned over.
Rebecca awoke her mother before leaving for school. Virginia
suffered from both guilt and her first hang-over. She waited until
Rebecca left the house before she ventured out of bed. She
remembered most of what had happened between Mr. Jones and herself.
She felt so ashamed.

      About ten o'clock, the telephone rang. It was Malcolm Jones
wanting to know when she was coming into work. "I am sorry, Mr.
Jones, but after what happened last night, there is no way that I
can continue to work for you. I am going to search for a new job
this afternoon."

      "Virginia, I am very sorry to hear you say that. I thought
that we had gotten along very well together. I thought that last
night was wonderful and had only brought us closer together. Don't
you realize how important our work is to the community? If you leave
now, it is as if you are  saying that Black and White people can not
get along. You are condemning our entire social educational program.
Please reconsider, come back to work here at the office and we will
forge a relationship that will be an example to the entire
community." Like any politician, Malcolm could pile it on when he
needed to.

      Virginia refused to return to work. Malcolm decided to go with
Plan B. He told the distraught secretary to look for a messenger
delivering a package and to call him as soon as she inspected the
contents. She was scanning the classified section of the news paper
for a suitable job when, an hour later, a package was delivered by
courier. When she opened it, she found a VHS video tape. There was
no note or label. Virginia went to the living room, put the tape
into the VCR, turned on the television and almost fainted as the
image appeared on the screen.

      Virginia had never seen a porno movie. She had almost never
watched an R of MA Rated movie. Now, she, a preacher's daughter, was
starring in the most disgusting video that she had ever seen. Her
knees began to shake as she slumped to the sofa. She managed to
close her eyes for a second but could not force herself to either
turn off the VCR or stop watching the action on the screen. Like a
bird being mesmerized by the approach of a snake, she watched as a
very large black man kissed her passionately and ran his hand up
under her dress as they sat on a living room sofa.

      Virginia's pulse rate quickened as she saw the image of
herself reach an orgasm with her ex-boss. "How could this have
happened to me?" She silently asked. She had never even imagined
letting any man other than her husband violate her body. Her father
had taught her that the temptations of the flesh were truly evil.
She had been a virgin when she had married John. Now, she had let
another man take advantage of her. She felt so ashamed as she
watched the image of her black boss slipping his huge dark hand down
the front of her pantyhose and panties.

      The memories of the mind blowing orgasms returned to Virginia
as she watched the video tape. Without being aware of it, her
nipples were erect and her vagina was becoming moist. It was as if
she was able to transport her mind back to last night and experience
the sensual reactions that Mr. Jones had awakened in her shapely
body. Her breathing was speeding up as she watched him remove her
black pantyhose and black satin panties. Virginia crossed her legs
in an unsuccessful attempt to squelch the rising tide of excitement
in her moistening vagina.

      Virginia moved her right hand to her left breast. Even through
her nightgown and robe, her large nipples were so hard by now that
they pressed against the palm of her hand. As Virginia watched the
image of her being stripped nude, and Malcolm Jones removing his
clothing, her hand began making circular motions. She gasped as she
saw the size of the black penis that had penetrated her nearly
virginal tummy. It was huge! She could not believe that such a huge
weapon could ever fit inside of her vagina!

      Virginia uncrossed her legs as she watched Malcolm move into
position and begin feeding his tree trunk sized pole of dark flesh
into her red hair fringed vagina. Virginia's right hand moved to her
lap as her left hand moved to her right breast. It was as if she had
absolutely no control over her body as she saw that half of the
immense tool was now hidden from sight. Her right hand dipped
between her thighs as her left hand pinched her right nipple. She
let out a small moan.

      Virginia was completely amazed when she saw even more of the
huge black penis penetrate her tightly stretched vagina on the
screen of her home television. She saw her body shudder and shake
and remembered the massive orgasms that she had as her boss had sank
his immense man meat even deeper. Virginia moved her left hand
inside of her robe and nightgown to fondle her nipple. Her right
hand pulled up the hem of her nighty and massaged the crotch of her
white panties into the soft mound of her moist sensitive vagina.

      Virginia had hidden the part of her being that was a sexual
person. She had been programmed to not admit that sex was important.
Something in her mind snapped as she approached her self induced
climax. She had never known that sex could be so intensely
pleasurable as it had been the other night. Her fingers rubbed her
clitoris as she watched the entire black salami being buried in her
pussy in the video movie. She came at the same time that she did in
the video.

      Virginia had worked herself up to the point where she would be
able to cum again when the telephone rang. At first, she tried to
ignore it, but, finally, picked up the remote and stopped the VCR
and answered the telephone. It was Malcolm Jones. "Hello, Virginia.
Have you watched the video tape yet?" She was embarrassed but said
that she was watching it when he called. "Exciting, isn't it?"

      Virginia decided to take the offensive, "Mr. Jones, why did
you send such an awful piece of trash to me? Surely, you did not
think that I would enjoy seeing such a vile video tape?" She noticed
that she could smell her vaginal juices on her fingers as she held
the telephone in her right hand.

      "So, you think that the video is vile? What would your father
think of it? How would you like a copy of this video tape to be
mailed to the good Reverend? Just imagine the pride he would have as
he watched his only daughter being filled up with a black man's
cock. How about if a few copies were circulated at your young
daughter's school? How about, no matter where you went to work, a
copy were to be mailed to your new employer. If you noticed, my face
was never shown in the video. Your face, on the other hand, is quite
plainly seen." Malcolm waited to see if the pretty redhead would
reply. She was too shocked to utter a sound. She had to fight just
to keep from passing out as she realized what could happen.

      A tear slowly rolled down Virginia's cheek as she heard
Malcolm Jones continue, "Go ahead and take the rest of the day off
from work. Just be here in the morning. And, Virginia, be on time."
She heard the click as he hung up the phone. She knew that her
situation was hopeless as she put her phone down.

      Virginia spent the rest of the day desperately trying to come
up with a way out of her dilemma. There appeared to be no
alternative other than to obey Mr. Jones's orders and go back to
work at the Urban Partners Social Education Office the next morning.
At least when she resigned herself to her fate, she knew that no
matter what happened to her, she was responsible. Virginia almost
threw the video tape in the trash. For some inexplicable reason, she
hid it in the bottom of her lingerie drawer instead. A quick shower,
a change of clothes and she cleaned house a little before preparing
supper for her family. She had decided that since things were no
longer under her control that she would no longer worry about them.

      When Rebecca arrived from school and later, when John returned
from his long hard day of work, Virginia told them that that she had
been given the day off from work and had stayed home all day. She
said nothing of the previous nights events nor of the threat of
sending copies of the incriminating video tape to other people.
Later that same night, when her husband tried to get her to fulfill
her wifely function, she refused him once again. Sex with him,
somehow seemed dirty.

		*****************************

      Virginia was already on the job when Malcolm Jones walked into
the office. He noticed that she was wearing a long sleeved frilly
white silk blouse that buttoned all the way to her graceful neck.
She wore a tight tan skirt that ended at her knees. Suntan pantyhose
covered her beautiful legs. A pair of tan leather high heel pumps
were on her tiny feet. Her lustrous red hair was pinned up on top of
her head. Her make-up was subdued except for the red lipstick that
was the same color as her hair. She did not smile when she saw her
boss walk in the door.

      "Good morning, Virginia. How are you this morning?" Malcolm
smiled at his beautiful secretary and soon to be personal sex slave.
"Please come into my office. And, lock the front door before you
do." Malcolm went into his office and waited to see if the redheaded
wife and mother would obey his commands. He was relieved when he saw
her lock the door and follow him into his private office. "I am
certainly glad to see that you have decided to be cooperative."

      Virginia looked up into Mr. Jones's dark eyes and meekly
stated, "You have the video tape. I don't see that I have much
choice." Malcolm knew the type of personality that Virginia Coleman
had. She had been raised to believe that sex was evil and her
natural desires had been repressed by her father's teachings. She
probably never enjoyed sex with her own husband. Now that she was
being blackmailed, she would feel that events were no longer under
her control. She would not have to feel guilt for the things that
they would do together. She would be his to fuck. She would be his
to suck his cock. She would be his to fuck up the ass. And, she
would probably learn to love it since she was no longer in control
of the situation.

      "Virginia, I want you to remove your blouse for me." This was
a test to see how much control she would let him have. When Virginia
just stood there looking down at the floor, Malcolm added, "You
would not want your father, husband and daughter to see the video of
you in action, now would you? Remove your blouse." Malcolm grinned
as Virginia's red painted fingernails on her dainty fingers slowly
unbuttoned the pearl buttons on her ruffled white silk blouse.

      Alabaster white skin was revealed to her boss's eyes as
Virginia finished unbuttoning her blouse. A cute lacy white silk
brassiere was all that protected her breasts from the hungry gaze of
the large black man who was forcing her to undress against her will.
She unbuttoned the cuffs on the long sleeves and slowly, dying
slowly of embarrassment as she peeled the silken garment from her
upper body. She hoped that removing her blouse would make him happy
and she could stop there. He had other plans.

      "You have a beautiful body, Virginia. You should be proud of
it. Remove your skirt for me." Virginia only hesitated for a moment
before unzipping the zipper at the back of her skirt and undoing the
hook. She slipped it down and off, folded it and lay it on the back
of the chair next to her blouse. Her white lace trimmed silk half
slip provided almost as much coverage as her skirt had done.

      "Now, the slip." Virginia blushed as she pushed her slip down
around her ankles and stepped out of the flimsy silk material. She
stood before her black boss in her white silk brassiere, tan colored
pantyhose, white silk hip hugger panties, tan leather high heel
shoes, a pair of gold earrings and her wedding rings.

      "You really should wear a garter belt and nylon stockings
instead of those pantyhose. You certainly have the figure for it.
Get rid of the pantyhose." Virginia slowly slipped her high heels
off her small feet before peeling her pantyhose down over her hips
and her relatively long and shapely legs. She hoped that he would
stop here. He had only begun in his demands.

      "Turn around and let me see your entire body shape." The
redheaded wife meekly complied. "Nice. Of course, we will need to
maintain a sense of decorum in the office, so, you will need to
continue to wear your conservative outer clothing. However, I think
we can improve your lingerie selection tremendously. Loose the bra."

      "Please don't make me go any farther. I have done everything
that you have asked so far. Can't we stop here? Please?" Virginia
searched his eyes, desperately seeking compassion for a good wife
that had only strayed once during her entire life. She found none.
Slowly, and with great anguish, she unhooked her brassiere and laid
it on top of her other clothing on the back of the chair.

      Malcolm was very pleased with the morning's events. For a
woman in her late thirties, this redhead had some phenomenal tits!
They stood out like a teenaged girl's.       and, they were very
large. The cool air in the room made the pink nipples rise to their
full one inch height. Malcolm could barely wait to wrap his thick
lips around each of those turgid nipples and suck them until they
turned red. He especially loved the way that her big unsupported
boobs wobbled slightly when she turned back to face him.

      "Your titties are almost the best that I have seen. The only
ones that I have seen that were better were silicon, so, I can say,
with complete honesty, that you have beautiful tits." Virginia's
face turned red with embarrassment. She was secretly pleased to hear
such compliments, although she had trouble even admitting such a
fact to herself. She did bring her shoulders just a little farther
back and stood up just a little straighter.

      "All right, Virginia, I want you to take your dainty little
white silk panties off for me." Malcolm had to rearrange his bloated
black pole of man meat as it had become uncomfortable in the
confinement of his silk boxer shorts and expensive trousers.
Virginia once again blushed to the roots of her red hair piled up on
top of her pretty head as she slowly followed the order. Malcolm had
to concentrate to keep his pulsating prick from coming in his pants
as she stepped out of her flimsy white silk panties and stood nude
and subservient before him.

      "You have a gorgeous body and should be proud of it. You
should be willing to show it to me anytime I want to see it."
Virginia turned her green eyes upward to see the lust in her
employer's dark face and felt frightened. This fright only added
more sensations to the multitude of other feelings sweeping through
her mind and body. She had surrendered her will and her body to this
black man because he had blackmailed her. She could not explain the
sexual excitement that she felt. She had been married for almost
twenty years to her husband and he had never once brought her to
this level of excitement. She had a dampness between her legs that
she had never known.

      Malcolm spoke three words. "Come to me." Virginia's response
to these words would determine everything that would take place the
rest of her life. It would shape her family's destiny and even
affect the lives of several others. Her bare feet softly padded
across the thick carpet as she moved to stand within a foot of the
large black man that held her future in the palm of his large hands.
He was extremely pleased.

      Malcolm placed both hands on the redheaded secretary's
shoulders. He could feel her petite body trembling as her eyes, big
as green saucers, gazed up into his strong face. Malcolm leaned down
and forward to kiss her soft red lips. Her body shuddered slightly
as his tongue penetrated her lips and entered her mouth. She felt
his large powerful hands caressing her sensitive breasts and roam
down her smooth belly toward her moistened mound. When his finger
dipped into her wet slit and massaged Virginia's swollen and stiff
clitoris, she shuddered in a massive orgasm. If it had not been for
her employer's arms supporting her, she would had slumped to the
floor.

      Malcolm was very pleased with the reactions of his secretary.
She was not only beautiful, but she was one hot bitch! He could tell
that she was like a volcano, just waiting for the right man to
unleash her sexuality. Malcolm was happy to be the right man as his
finger continued to massage the redheaded wife and mother's
throbbing clitoris as her body convulsed in his supporting arms. He
knew that by lunch time, she would be his, giving herself freely for
him to use any way he desired. His tongue in her mouth muffled her
cries of ecstasy as she experienced one very long series of
climaxes.

      Virginia had never know such a reaction was possible as she
slowly recovered from her mind blowing climaxes. Malcolm had swept
her up in his strong arms and had lain her semiconscious form across
the top of his polished hardwood desk. He had wrapped her thighs
around his neck and had buried his face in her dripping vagina
before she could collect her senses enough to protest. She had heard
of people engaging in such animalistic activities and had always
condemned anyone who would try such a thing as being sinful. She and
John had certainly never engaged in such unwholesome activities. Her
fingers tried to force her boss's head away from her wet vagina
until his lips began sucking on her extended clitoris.

      Virginia lay on the cool surface of the wooden desk as Mr.
Jones ate her pussy. She was shaken to the core of her being as wave
after wave of pleasure swept through her. Her father had been wrong
when he had preached to her about the evils of the flesh. He had
been wrong when he had preached about how wrong oral sex was. It was
heavenly! Virginia's delicate fingers slipped into the coarse curly
hair of her employer as she pulled his head even deeper into her
dripping snatch.

      Malcolm licked and suck on the protruding clitty as he felt
Virginia surrendering herself to another pleasure of the flesh. He
knew the type of indoctrination that she had as a young girl. Her
libido had been held in check by the repressive teachings of her
father. He was going to undo, in a single afternoon, what her father
had spent years teaching Virginia. The pretty redhead would be his
personal sex slave when he finished with her.

      Virginia experienced a series of orgasms as Malcolm's lips
provided suction and his tongue strummed her erect clitoris. If she
had only known how good oral sex had felt, she would have been
letting guys go down on her since she was a little girl. Malcolm
pulled her up off his desk and her trembling knees let her collapse
to the floor. When she looked up at the large black man standing
over her, she saw the bulge at the front of his expensive dress
slacks. "Unzip my pants and take out my cock," was all he said.

      Virginia's trembling hands moved up to the tab of the zipper.
Her bright red fingernails grasped the tab and slowly pulled the tab
downward. Malcolm's penis sprang out of the opening like a huge
black snake striking at it's prey. It was only inches from her face
as she stared at it in wonder. Ten inches of thick black
uncircumcised cock! How had it been possible for such a monster to
fit up inside of her belly the other night without ripping her wide
open? She was both frightened and fascinated by the size of the
weapon only inches from her soft warm moist mouth.

      "Virginia," she heard her boss saying as if he were far away,
"Reach up and take my cock in your hands. Stroke it. Show it how
much you love it." As if her hands had a mind of their own, they
moved up to grip the thick dark pole in front of her. Without
meaning to do it, her hands moved toward the base, pulling the
foreskin back from the bulbous tip. Her hands moved forward on the
enormous shaft and then, back down. On the third or fourth pass, a
drop of clear fluid appeared on the domed head.

      Malcolm's fingers interlaced into Virginia's red hair and
gently pulled her moist lips towards the wet tip of his cock. She
knew immediately what he wanted her to do. She had never done
anything like this, not even to her own husband, but she had heard
stories of other women, sluts, mostly, doing this disgusting thing
to a man's penis. The thick domed head of Mr. Jones's black cock
touched her soft red lips. The viscous drop of pre-cum was smeared
onto her lips. Virginia's natural response was to lick her lips. The
taste, although new, was sexually exciting. This time, when she
licked her lips again, her tongue also made contact with the head of
her employer's swollen cock.

      Malcolm Jones slowly fed the end of his dark shaft into the
innocent redhead's mouth. He instructed her on the proper techniques
of giving a good blow job. Virginia followed every order and, within
a few short minutes, was giving pretty good head. She was bobbing
her head up and down on his swollen black cock, swirling her tongue
around the head each time on the up-stroke. He wanted to fuck her
cunt, but decided to cum down her throat first.

      Virginia's mind was on automatic as she impaled her mouth and
throat on the huge column of stiff ebony meat. The large fingers at
the back of her head were controlling the speed and depth of each
stroke as her head bobbed up and down. She knew that he was about to
ejaculate, but, did not know how to remove her mouth without causing
her boss to become mad at her.

      Malcolm pulled her forward on his cock, forcing part of his
shaft down her throat until she began gagging around the pulsating
penis. Spurt after spurt of sperm was pumped down her throat as she
was held in position. For some unknown reason, her body experienced
another orgasm as she swallowed the massive quantity of semen. When
he released her, she pulled her mouth free as she gasped for air.
Malcolm looked down and saw a strand of his cum dripping from her
open mouth. He reached down, scooped up the sperm on his finger and
put it into her mouth. Virginia automatically sucked his finger
clean.

      Malcolm brought the head of his still swollen cock to
Virginia's red lips. She began greedily licking the drops of cum
dripping from the end of the huge black dick. Malcolm knew that his
secretary had accepted her new position in life. That position was
to be on the end of his cock whenever and wherever he wanted. He
smiled down into her green eyes.

      Malcolm Jones reached down, picked up the petite redhead and
laid her on her back on his fancy desk. He parted her quivering legs
and stepped between them. Virginia's instincts caused her to spread
her thighs and pull her knees up under her armpits as her boss
rubbed the saliva coated tip of his erect penis up and down her wet
groove. When he leaned forward and forced a few inches inside of her
excited vagina, she began to whimper. Virginia began to moan a
little louder with each inch that penetrated her being.

      The last time that Virginia had let Mr. Jones have sex with
her, she was drunk. This time, her libido had been unleashed and was
completely out of control. Her eyes were huge as she looked up into
the face of the man whose over-sized penis was turning her world
inside-out. Her first climax struck as he bottomed out in her cunt
and his coarse pubic hair bumped against her erect clitoris. Malcolm
began grinding his pubic bone against her clit, which caused her
climax to continue for several minutes. Virginia passed out before
he spermed her womb.

      When Virginia regained consciousness, she could hear her boss
and another woman talking. She looked over and saw that a large
black woman was standing beside Mr. Jones's desk He was completely
re-dressed and that they were discussing her nude body. They noticed
that the redheaded secretary was awake when she tried to get up and
cover her nudity. Malcolm told her, "Virginia, just lie there. This
is Sister LaTisha. She is a part of our family here. I have a
meeting to go to, so I am turning you over to her for the rest of
the afternoon. Do exactly as she says, or else, well you know what
else."

      Virginia watched Mr. Jones walk out of the office, leaving her
completely nude, weakened and very wet, lying on his expensive desk,
with a strange black woman staring down at her with a hungry look in
her eyes. "Hello, Virginia. My name is Sister LaTisha. I will help
train you to serve Mr. Jones. You will obey me. Any disobedience
will be punished. Now, spread your legs."

      Virginia thought about refusing to do as she was told, but the
physical size of the African- American woman was intimidating. She
slowly spread her legs for the dominant black woman. Sister LaTisha
performed a medical inspection of the redhead's reproductive system.
She asked what type of birth control Virginia used. She seemed
pleased when she heard that it was birth control pills.

      "When you get home tonight, throw the rest of your pills into
the trash. From now on, you will let Mr. Jones fuck you without
protection. How about your husband? How often do you engage in sex
with him?" She was also pleased to hear that it was only on the
weekends. "This is Thursday. We will make arrangements to take care
of your husband this weekend so that he does not pollute your womb
with his weak slimy white sperm."

      Sister LaTisha was manipulating every fold and crease in
Virginia's swollen vagina as she had been speaking, Virginia hated
to admit it, but she was becoming very excited by the treatment that
she was receiving. Sister LaTisha slipped two fingers deep inside of
the redhead's moist vagina as another finger massaged her stiff
clitoris. Virginia looked up into the dark eyes and smiling face of
the dominant black lesbian as she reached her climax.

      "Now, that wasn't so bad, now was it? You white bread girls
always think you have to have a man to get you off when all you
needs is another woman. I grew up in the worst ghetto in the city.
By the time I was twelve, I could suck a dick or lick a clit as well
as anyone. Then, I got into an all girl lesbian gang. I learned a
lot by the time they stuck me in the reform school. There, they
trained me to be a nurse. I got a job at the county hospital until I
ran for the hospital board of directors. My old gang members took
care of the competition for me. That old goat running against me
dropped out after one of the Sisters turned his youngest daughter
into a black cunt sucking lesbo. They threatened to send the
pictures of her to the newspaper if he didn't drop out of the
political race and give me his endorsement. My election to the
hospital board was a landslide."

      Sister LaTisha was still massaging Virginia's clitty as she
told her story. She ducked her head down to the red hair fringed
slit and licked Virginia's juices. "Damn! That Malcolm sure knows
how to fuck up some good eating pussy! Well, just because he filled
you full of sperm, does not mean that you can't eat pussy." Virginia
began to panic when she saw the large black woman removing her
clothing. She had never had a homosexual thought or desire.

      Sister LaTisha was built like a refrigerator. A big black
refrigerator with tits. Virginia tried to get up from the desktop to
make her escape only to be held down by the much larger woman
climbing up over her. A large meaty dusky leg swung over her head
and a black vagina hovered over her frightened face. Sister LaTisha
reached down with one hand and held the lips of her own wet pussy
apart as she settled onto the redhead's pretty little face.

      "Don't worry honey, once you get past the smell, you'll have
it licked." The big black woman laughed as she put a little weight
on the mouth and nose of the white wife and mother. "Come on. Get
started. I can sit here all day, but you might suffocate. Eat me
until I cum and I'll get up." She felt the redhead's tongue slowly,
timidly, begin to lick her over sized swollen clitoris. She smiled
down into the eyes, which were the lowest part of Virginia's face
still visible, and said, "That's a good little girl. Learn to love
sucking a Black woman's cut as much as you love sucking a Black
man's cock. From now on, you'll get plenty of both."

      Virginia was given detailed instructions on how to eat pussy.
She made Sister LaTisha cum once, but had to do it again since she
was told that she needed more practice. She was glad when the
massive body sitting on her face lifted up. Her relief was short
lived when Sister LaTisha only turned around to get into the classic
sixty-nine position. Despite her embarrassment, Virginia had two
orgasms while she licked the thick cream from the black pussy
setting on her face and the black woman demonstrated just how
experienced she was.

      Sister LaTisha climbed down from the desk and opened a large
bag that she had brought with her. She slipped leather manacles on
the semi conscious redhead and attached the ropes to the corners of
the desk. Virginia revived just in time to find herself
spread-eagled on the top of the large desk. When she complained
about being tied down, the black woman stuffed Virginia's own white
silk panties into her mouth and tied her brassiere around her head
to keep them there.

      "You are probably wondering why I have tied you down. What
comes next is not completely enjoyable, so, I have made sure you
don't get up and leave before I finish." She set out some
instruments and some bottles of anti-septic and anesthetics. She
coated a few cotton balls with each liquid as she smiled at the
nervous secretary. "This won't hurt. Much."

      Sister LaTisha swabbed all around Virginia's clitoris with the
cotton balls. She left one on each side of the little hooded nubbin
of flesh as she repeated the process with Virginia's inch long pink
nipples. A few minutes later, the anesthetic had worked it's magic.
Sister LaTisha picked up a very large curved hollow needle from her
kit of instruments. She held the flap of foreskin that hooded the
redhead's clitoris and pushed the needle through the flap of skin.
Virginia moaned and her eyes were open wide. Even though the
anesthetic had reduced the pain to a bee sting level, Virginia was
unprepared for the unpleasant sensation. A gold ring over an inch
and a half in diameter was threaded through the hole and a drop of
super glue was added to the closure.

      "This ring is going to make you a very hot slut. It will rub
against your clitty when you walk. When you cross your legs. Being
fucked while wearing it will make you have twice as many orgasms.
When some one goes down on your sweet little slit, all they will
have to do is to flick the ring with their tongue a few times to
make you get your cookies."

      "You know how it is with men, no woman's tits are ever big
enough. Malcolm wanted me to make yours a little bigger. Since you
belong to him, we'll give him what he wants and you a few
injections." She picked up a bottle of milky colored liquid and
filled an extremely large hypodermic syringe. "This is a solution of
dehydrated fat cells. Once injected into an area of the body, they
spread out into the surrounding tissues and absorb nutrients from
the body. They end up about ten times bigger when they do. Your big
titties will be one or two cup sizes bigger in a week." She injected
the fat cells in a series of concentric circles all over Virginia's
breasts. The white secretary could only moan through the panties
stuffed in her mouth.

      Sister LaTisha next picked up a large straight hollow needle
and moved up to pinch the large pink nipple of her right breast in
her fingers. Virginia was almost screaming through her panties as
the needle was pushed through her fat sensitive nipple. The pain
killer had taken care of most of the discomfort as another one and a
half inch gold ring was inserted in place of the needle. The closure
mechanism was glued shut. The left nipple was done next.

      "Your nipples and clitoris will be sore for a day or so. Then,
you'll find that your cunt will be drooling pussy juice all day
long. It will make you think about sex all day long, too. I noticed
that your anus seemed to be very small. I am going to slip a wet
finger up your butt to test it. My, my, my. How do you manage to go
to the bathroom." She retrieved a fat carrot looking device about
eight inches long from her bag. "This is a butt plug. It will help
loosen you up before Malcolm fucks your ass. I'd hate to think what
his cock would do to your cute little bottom if we don't stretch it
a little first."

      The pointed end of the greased anal plug was forced into
Virginia's resisting bottom. She felt the tapered device expanding
her anus as it was pushed in a little at a time. It felt as if she
were using the bathroom, except in reverse. It was two inches thick
at the widest part. Virginia had almost broken out in a sweat as the
artificial tool slipped past the widest part and her anal ring
locked down on it, holding it in place until several hours later,
when she would go to the bathroom.

      "If I was going to keep you for my stable of pussy-lickers, I
would pierce your tongue, too. A big barbell in the tip of an active
tongue really gives a clit a workout. Maybe, someday, I'll let you
experience what a girl with a pierced tongue can do to your clitty.
I guarantee that you'll love it. Here, we can remove those panties
from your mouth now." The brassiere was untied and the saliva soaked
silk panties were pulled from the secretary's pretty mouth.

      Virginia was helped to her feet when the restraints were
removed. She looked down with wonder at her nipple rings. The
clitoral hood ring and the butt plug had made themselves quite
noticeable as she had gotten down from the desk. Sister LaTisha
began putting her instruments away as Virginia shakily stood on her
own two feet for the first time in about three hours. Her knees were
wobbly and her legs were quivering as she picked up her panties and
brassiere.

      "No, no, girl. You can't wear panties or a bra until
everything heals completely." She took the white silk brassiere and
panty set and put them into her bag. Next, she picked up Virginia's
pantyhose and a pair of scissors. Sister LaTisha cut the crotch out
of the pantyhose. "Here, put these on." The events of the last few
days had so numbed the redheaded woman's mind, she obeyed without
question. The gaping hole at the crotch left all of her vagina and
much of her bottom exposed. Virginia slipped the white silk ruffled
long sleeved blouse on. Her delicate fingers were shaking as she
buttoned the pearl buttons. Next, she pulled the tan skirt up around
her waist, reached behind, hooked it closed and zipped the zipper.
When Virginia bent over to put her tan leather high heel shoes on
her dainty feet, she noticed that her large breasts wobbled slightly
as she moved. When she looked down, she could actually make out the
outline of the large nipple rings. Her face turned red. How could
she let her family see her this way?

      "It's time to go shopping for some new undies for you to wear
to work. I have contacts at one of the exclusive lingerie shops
where they bill the hospital for hospital gowns and I don't have to
pay to get pretty undies for my girlfriends." Between the clitoral
hood ring constantly massaging her clitoris, the butt plug moving
inside of her intestines and the wobbling of her unsupported
breasts, Virginia's mind was pre-occupied. She did end up with a
dozen garter belts, three dozen pairs of stockings, a dozen pairs of
panties and half a dozen brassieres that were really nothing more
that a shelf to support her over-sized boobs but not cover them. The
lingerie was in every color of the rainbow. A dozen pair of high
heel shoes, each with a heel that was four inches tall, were also
purchased and charged to the hospital as safety shoes. Sister
LaTisha told her that she should come to work at least twice a week
without a brassiere. "Mr. Jones loves to see a big set of knockers
bouncing around under a pretty blouse." By this point, Virginia
would meekly do anything that she was told to do.

      When Sister LaTisha dropped Virginia off at her office, It was
nearly quitting time. The packages were transferred to the trunk of
the Mitsubishi. Orders were given to wear a blue garter belt,
stockings, butt plug, high heels and a dress the next day. No
panties or brassiere were to be allowed. Virginia returned to her
office to retrieve her purse. There she found Mr. Jones and Sister
LaTisha discussing her future.

      Malcolm Jones leaned back in his chair, placed his hands
behind his head and smiled at the sight of the barely discernible
nipple rings through her white silk blouse. He had the thoroughly
embarrassed secretary lift her skirt to show off her clitoral ring.
He knew that she was now his slave to use any way that he wanted.
Now, for her family. "Virginia, tell your wimp husband that the two
of you are invited to an office get to know everyone dinner tomorrow
night. Wear some of your new lingerie. Oh, Virginia, you are to have
absolutely no sex with him. Do you understand?"  She meekly nodded
her pretty head. "Good. We'll see you in the morning."

      The drive home seemed to take twice as long as usual. Virginia
sat with her legs parted to minimize the stimulus from her clit
ring, which only increased the pressure from the butt plug. Her
nipples had remained erect since the rings had been threaded through
them. The hole in the crotch of her pantyhose let her vagina drip
fluid onto her white silk slip, soaking it and staining her skirt.
Sister LaTisha had said that she would need to keep a box of facial
tissues in her desk drawer so that she could pull up her skirt and
wipe away the excess secretions several times a day. Virginia pulled
her hemline up around her waist and cleaned herself with a tissue,
unaware that a trucker in the next lane was able to see everything,
including her new clit ring. He radioed ahead on his citizen's band
radio for all the other truckers to keep an eye out for the
redheaded slut in the red Mitsubishi.

      Virginia managed to make it to her bedroom before Rebecca
could get a close look. When she removed her clothing, she noticed
that her already large breasts appeared to be swollen. When she
looked into the mirror, she confirmed her first impression. Her
breasts were noticeably bigger. The large gold rings in her nipples
and clitoris were also very noticeable. She put on two sweat shirts
to hide her nipple rings from her family. She had no idea what she
would do on a permanent basis. Just to get through one day at a time
was her major concern today.

      Virginia prepared a meal for her family. Andrea would be
eating with them again this evening. Virginia could not forget the
constant reminders of her rings and anal plug. Twice, she had to go
to the bathroom to mop up the excess fluids dripping from her
vagina. Thankfully, even though her daughter noticed that her mother
was preoccupied with something, she did not ask if anything was
wrong. John, being a man, never even noticed that his wife seemed
different tonight.

      Later, when Virginia stood in front of her bathroom medicine
cabinet, holding her birth control pills in her small hands, she
thought about what Sister LaTisha had told her. She popped out the
pill that she was supposed to take today and stared at it for a
moment. She remembered that she had been given orders that she was
not to let her husband have sex with her. She knew what the disposal
of her birth control pills would mean to her and her family. Her
mind was a turmoil of emotions as she dropped the pills into the
waste paper basket.

      The next morning, Virginia showered, gently re-inserted the
butt plug, put on a white lace garter belt, a pair of black nylon
stockings, a pair of her new four inch high heel shoes, a white
short sleeve satin blouse and a blue serge two piece business suit.
At least the jacket would be thick enough to not allow her nipple
rings to show through. She put on her make up and looked into her
own eyes. What she saw made her think of the things that she would
be forced to do today and that sent a shiver through her shapely
body. More importantly, it made her vagina wet.

      During her morning commute to work, Virginia kept her legs
spread and her skirt pulled up so she could wipe her drooling vagina
lips every ten minutes. Since she was on her way to work, she could
not let her skirt become stained with her juices. The truckers, once
again, were treated to quite a show.

      When Malcolm arrived at work. He told Virginia to bring him a
fresh mug of coffee as he went to his office. Last night, he had
screwed another white wife from the health spa. He had thought about
saving his sperm for his new secretary, but the temptation was just
too great. He had went past the part of the woman's vagina that her
wimp husband had been using since they had been married. He had let
the blonde woman used, satisfied and his black baby making sperm
dripping from her stretched cunt. Life was good.

      Virginia brought his coffee to him and he smiled up into her
green eyes. "You look pretty this morning, Virginia. Did you
remember to follow orders and leave your panties and bra at home?"
She lowered her eyes as she silently nodded her head. The large
black man smiled as he said, "Take off your clothes and show me." He
was pleased to see the white wife's finger's unbuttoning her blue
serge jacket.

      Virginia's mind was screaming at her to run from the room. If
she went to her husband and admitted everything to him, he might not
leave her. The rings could be removed by a doctor and her life could
return to normal. She realized that she was lying to herself. Her
very being had been so changed by what had already happened, she
could never go back. She folded her jacket and laid it on the back
of a chair.

      The red haired woman removed her blouse and skirt. She stood
in front of her boss in nothing but her white lace garter belt,
black nylon stockings, high heel shoes on her tiny feet, nipple
rings, clit ring and wedding rings. Malcolm could already see that
her pussy lips were moist. The conversion process had been very
successful with this woman. He had noticed that redheads seemed to
be naturally hornier than the average woman. Perhaps, they had only
brought out her true nature?

      "Virginia, come over here and get on your knees. What's good
enough for the President of the United States is certainly good
enough for me. Unzip me and suck my big black cock." Part of
Virginia's mind rebelled but was out voted. She fell to her knees in
front of the dominant black man and unzipped his slacks. Her small
fingers reached in and brought out his huge dark skinned penis. Her
hands pulled the foreskin down before her lips wrapped around the
domed head. Malcolm enjoyed her ministrations. "Not bad for only the
second blow job that she has given," he thought to himself.

      Virginia found that she enjoyed giving head as her head bobbed
up and down on the long pole of flesh. Her husband had tried to talk
her into doing this years ago. She had always refused, saying that
it was dirty and only a low class slut would even consider doing
such a thing. Now, she considered herself a low class slut as she
hungrily sucked the large black cock.

      Malcolm noticed that Virginia's green eyes were watching his
face as she sucked his prick. Already, she was performing like an
experienced whore. From a prim and proper wife and mother to a cunt
drooling whore in only a few days. He enjoyed every lick on the head
of his sensitive cock, every bob of her head, as she brought him
closer to his climax.

      Virginia was rubbing her thighs together as she went down on
her employer. The clitoral hood ring and the anal plug were about to
make her have an orgasm. When the thick cock swelled up even more
and began to pulse, she came just as the jets of thick creamy sperm
flooded her suctioning mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could but
still lost a few drops of man cum. She sucked his cock clean. Her
shapely body vibrated from the after shocks of her own orgasm as she
looked up to see if Mr. Jones had thought that she was good enough.

      "Very good, Virginia. Especially since it is only your second
blow job. You may put your clothes back on and go back to your
desk." Virginia licked her ruby red lips as she dressed. Her
clitoris was stiff and her upper inner thighs were wet with her
juices. Even the tops of her stockings were moist were they had
soaked up the fluids running down her smooth white thighs. She went
to the ladies room and used toilet paper to clean up the mess
between her legs before returning to her desk to attend to business.

      No more sexual demands were made of Virginia for the rest of
the day. She still had to use facial tissues to wipe her wet nether
lips dry several times as she sat at her desk. It was near closing
time when she was, once again, summoned into the large inner office.
"Virginia, I want you to bring your husband to the Zulu Lounge
tonight at seven. Tell him that the two of you are to be my guests
for dinner. I have a special celebration planned for the two of
you."

      Virginia wondered what was in store for her and her husband as
she drove home. Her skirt was around her waist, exposing the tops of
her nylon stockings, her legs were parted to decrease the sensations
from the clit ring. This gave several observant truckers a view of
the red hair covering her moist mound. She noticed that they were
looking, but did not try to pull her skirt down to a more modest
position. She got a thrill because of them looking at her exposed
pussy.

      John arrived home from a hard day at work. He had been looking
forward to the weekend because he was going to claim his marital
right of sex with his wife. He had been extremely horny all week.
His wife was so beautiful. He only wished she would loosen up a
little and enjoy sex. At least he would be able to enjoy her sexy
body tonight. And, if he were lucky, tomorrow night, too. He was
very disappointed when he found out that they were going out for
dinner instead of to bed.

      The Zulu Lounge was located on MLK Boulevard. John was worried
about parking his car and walking to the restaurant with his pretty
wife. What if they were attacked? How would he protect her? After
all, he was only five foot eight inches tall and slightly built.
Some of the black men standing around the street towered above him.
It was very intimidating.

      Inside the relative safety of the restaurant, even though they
were the only white people there, John breathed a little easier.
Sister LaTisha greeted them and ushered them into a small private
dining room in the back of the restaurant. Malcolm Jones and his
friend, Jamal, were waiting for them. Drinks were ordered for
everyone. Virginia was sipping a Kaulua Special as John was served a
bourbon and Coke. Sister LaTisha had slipped a few drops from a
bottle into the white husband's drink.

      John was seated on one side of the table, next to Sister
LaTisha. On the other side of the table, Virginia sat between
Malcolm Jones and Jamal. Unknown to John, both Malcolm and Jamal's
hands had settled on his wife's thighs under the cover of the table
cloth. Virginia's vagina began to drool as soon as she felt the
touch of the long black fingers. She nervously looked into her
husband's eyes as the fingers pulled her skirt up to her shapely
white thighs above her stocking tops. John could tell that his
beautiful wife was fidgety, but did not understand why.

      Malcolm and Jamal took several minutes of letting their
fingers dance up and down the married woman's thighs before one of
them moved to her vagina. He flicked the clitoral hood ring twice
and caused her to have a climax. Virginia had tried to conceal her
emotions as the two large black men had brought her up to the point
of orgasm. She was not a good enough actress to hide her reaction
from her shocked husband.

      John was aware of the fact that Virginia was nervous. Her eyes
were widened, her face was flushed and her mouth hung open as she
moaned and her eyes rolled back. In there nineteen years of
marriage, John had only been able to made Virginia cum less than a
dozen times. He recognized the signs, however, when he saw them. The
blood rushed to his head and he went to jump to his feet and demand
that Virginia leave with him immediately. That is when he found that
he was virtually paralyzed.

      The drug that Sister LaTisha had put in John Coleman's mixed
drink was a form of curare. He sat in the chair, helpless as Malcolm
Jones leaned over and kissed Virginia's lips very passionately. What
shocked him the most was the passionate way that she was returning
the kiss of the large black man. Jamal looked directly at him,
grinning from ear to ear as he said, "Your wife sure does have some
tight pussy." He laughed as Malcolm stopped kissing Virginia, only
to be pulled onto Jamal's lap where he kissed her as she wrapped her
arms around his broad neck. She knew that her husband was watching,
but could not control herself.

      Malcolm got up from the table and moved to stand beside the
distraught husband. "Imagine your sweet conservative wife being
fucked by a big black cock. You will get to watch her getting her
cunt full of black man's sperm tonight. After Jamal fucks her, it
will be my turn to screw her again. Watch us, white boy, and you
might learn how she behaves when a real man fucks her."

      John's eyes were drawn to his wife and her black lover as her
clothing was stripped from her curvaceous body. He was amazed to see
the large gold nipple rings! Never had he ever imagined that she
would allow her body to be disfigured by piercing. When her skirt
was dropped to the floor, he saw that she wore a garter belt and
nylons. He had dreamed of her in such sexy lingerie. She had always
refused to wear anything like that when he had pleaded with her.
Now, she brazenly wore them in front of four other people in a
public restaurant.

      Jamal stood up next to the aroused white wife and pulled down
his jogging pants. The largest penis that John had ever seen sprang
out in front of his wife's lovely passion filled face. Virginia
reached out and grasped the monster dick in both of her delicate
hands. Her fingers could not encompass the girth of the massive
ebony shaft. Her fingers drew the foreskin down from around the
domed purple head before she leaned forward to wrap her sweet
luscious red lips around it. John thought that his heart had stopped
as he watched his straight-laced wife giving expert head to the
biggest cock that he had ever seen on anything smaller than a horse.

      Sister LaTisha began undressing John Coleman. Malcolm helped
to pick him up to remove his trousers and jockey shorts. They
laughed at the small size of the white man's penis. Sister LaTisha
opened her bag and retrieved a large hypodermic syringe and a bottle
of white liquid. She filled the syringe and began injecting the
white fluid all around John's hairless chest in concentric circles
around his nipples. The curare deadened any pain that he may have
felt. When she was finished, Malcolm picked up the paralyzed man and
laid him face down across the table. He tilted the semi-conscious
man's head back so that he could witness the excellent blow job that
his wife was giving.

      Sister LaTisha began a series of shots of the dehydrated fat
cells into the small sized white man's hips and buttocks. She used
the entire contents of the bottle. Next, she injected a massive dose
of estrogen and other assorted female hormones, plus a chemical to
stop production of male hormones. She selected an eight inch butt
plug, greased it and slowly pushed it up John's virgin anus until it
was seated in place. Lastly, she administered a capsule of time
released female hormones just under the skin of each buttock. She
would follow up with more injections each month until the desired
changes had taken place. Some of the modified husbands were already
employed by her. Too bad Malcolm had already made plans for this
one. He would be kind of cute in a few weeks.

      When Sister LaTisha was finished with the white man, Malcolm
put him back in his chair just in time for him to see his wife, and
the mother of his child, gulping down the copious quantity of semen
that spouted from Jamal's huge black weapon. Several drops escaped
her mouth and dribbled down her chin to land on her large breasts.
John could not believe the way Virginia smiled up at the black man
after she had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.

      Malcolm went around to the side of the table that Virginia and
Jamal was on. He picked her up, pushed onto her back on the top of
the table, looked into her husband's eyes and shoved his black
weapon into her wet red pussy. "How about it, John? Is your wife a
total slut?" He drove his cock deep into the white wife's belly,
making her moan as she wrapped her nylon covered legs around his
thick waist.

      Virginia had no control over what was being done to her. This
fact gave her the freedom to enjoy the animal urges and sensations
that her beautiful body was experiencing. All during her life, she
had denied the primal instincts that her body had felt during sex.
She had thought that sex was dirty even when she and her husband had
made love. Now, she was free to indulge in all the nasty sex acts
that she had been taught were evil. She now loved the feel of
Malcolm Jones's huge cock stroking in and out of her nasty cunt. She
loved it even more when he filled her belly with his cum.

      Late that night, when John and Virginia Coleman left the Zulu
Lounge, many things in the couple's life had changed. Virginia had
several loads of cum dribbling down the insides of her thighs and
had a satisfied expression on her pretty face. John had almost
regained full use of his muscles, but was still numb. Sister LaTisha
had produced the white silk brassiere and panties that she had taken
from Virginia a couple of days before and had him put them on under
his outer clothing instead of his own underwear. The silk panties
felt good, but he had to have help fastening the brassiere. Sister
LaTisha had said, "You had better get used to wearing a bra. The
cups are hanging loose now, but in about a week, you will probably
be able to fill out the big bra cups very nicely." Then, the three
blacks had laughed at him as they put them in the back of Malcolm
Jones's Mercury for a ride to his house where Malcolm kept them
until Sunday evening. John had plenty of practice licking sperm from
his wife's well fucked cunt on Saturday and Sunday.

      By the next weekend, Sister LaTisha's prediction had come
completely true. John had a large pair of tits. His butt had swollen
to very feminine proportions as well. None of his old clothes would
fit. He had to call in to where he worked and report in sick after
Tuesday because no matter what loose fitting clothing he wore, his
womanly hips, bottom and breasts could not be hidden. Poor Rebecca
was worried about her father. So was Andrea. Each kept asking what
was wrong, but neither John nor Virginia would tell them.

      Virginia had gone back to work on Monday morning. She had
become addicted to the huge black cocks that had been fucking her
over the last week. When she had told her boss about John's feminine
development, she was instructed to bring him with her when she
reported to work on Wednesday. Both of them were dressing in their
bedroom after Rebecca had gone to school. Virginia wore nothing but
a pink satin garter belt and a pair of cinnamon colored pair of
stockings under her blue wrap dress. Her monumental breasts were now
two cup sizes larger than they were before the injections.

      Even though John had also gotten dressed in the same room with
his almost naked wife, he had not gotten a hard on. The drugs that
Sister LaTisha had given him had worked all to well. He had not
gotten an erection since the hormones had been injected. He slid the
black silk panties that were his wife's up his legs and snugged them
around his plump buttocks. Virginia still had to help him hook the
black silk brassiere that held his breasts and kept them from
flopping about and bringing even more attention to themselves. He
donned the over-sized jogging suit for the ride into The Urban
Partner's Social Education Office. He didn't know why Mr. Jones
wanted him to come in today, but he hoped that they would be willing
to return his body to normal.

      John found out that his previously sweet innocent wife now
liked to masturbate while driving in to work. She seemed oblivious
to the fact that truckers could see down into the car as she played
with her clit ring until she climaxed. She came several times before
they got to work. Once, while a loaded school bus was alongside of
their car. They were almost in a traffic accident because she had an
orgasm as they were passing through a busy intersection.

      Virginia had her feminized husband follow her as she made
coffee and served it to her employer and master. She even pulled him
down onto his knees next to her as she unzipped Mr. Jones's
expensive slacks and gave him his morning blow job. Malcolm had told
him, "From now on, your name is Joan. I have never seen a person by
the name of John with a set of hooters like yours. Joan, you had
better pay close attention to how Virginia is giving me head. You
start to work at the city's sanitation department next week and your
boss there will expect the same thing." John's eyes widened in shock
as he looked up to see if Malcolm Jones was kidding. He wasn't.

      An hour later, Sister LaTisha showed up and ordered John to
follow her out to her car. She had slipped a drug in a soda to make
him more docile and ordered him to drink it. She took him to a
beauty parlor in the black section of town where John's body hair
and his face was waxed to remove it all. Even his eyebrows were
waxed, leaving just a thin feminine arch over each eye. His hair was
given a weave job, making it reach down to his shoulder blades. Make
up was permanently tattooed onto his face. His fingernails and
toenails were painted a bright red to match his lipstick color. His
ear lobes were each pierced three times. Next, Sister LaTisha took
him to the same lingerie shop where Virginia's things had been
purchased. She bought him several sets of panties, garter belts,
nylon stockings, high heel shoes and brassieres, all at tax payer
expense. He was then taken to a dress shop where several feminine
dresses, with more matching high heel shoes, belts and purses, were
purchased.

      Malcolm surveyed the new addition to the feminine gender when
John was returned to the office just at closing time. "My, My. You
look good enough to be seen out in public with. Not good enough to
win any beauty contests, but you can fool most people into thinking
that you are a real woman. Joan Coleman. We'll have to get the
department of motor vehicles to issue you a new driver's license."

      Just then, a very large black man in work clothes entered the
outer office. Malcolm called out to him, "Bubba, you are just in
time. Come in here. I have a lady that I want you to meet. Bubba
Smith, may I present Joan Coleman. Joan Coleman, may I present Bubba
Smith. Joan, Mr. Smith is the supervisor at the sanitation office
where you start to work as a secretary next Monday. Bubba wanted to
get to know you a little sooner so that the two of you could get
acquainted. Since you are all dressed up, he can take you out to
dinner."

      Malcolm had Virginia standing beside his chair the entire time
that her re-made husband had been back. She was concerned about his
welfare as the huge black man had lead her high heeled hubby out the
door, but she did not object. Malcolm's fingers had been inside of
her dress and toying with her clit ring the entire time. That night,
she explained to Rebecca that her father had to go out of town for
medical treatments and that he would be back as soon as possible.
She hated to lie to her daughter, but sexual enjoyment had become
the most important thing in Virginia's life.

       The following Friday night was Rebecca's birthday. She had
worried for the last two days about her father. Even though her
mother continued to tell her that he was all right, she had not
heard from him. Rebecca was also very concerned about her mother.
She had noticed that her mother was now going around without a
brassiere. She had never known her mother to do such a thing before
last week. She had also seen the flimsy garter belts and stockings
in the wash. She knew that something had changed her mom after she
started working for Malcolm Jones.

       Friday evening arrived and still Rebecca had not heard from
her father. Virginia told her and Andrea to get dressed up and she
would take them out to dinner for her birthday present. She took
them to the Zulu Lounge. Malcolm Jones, Jamal, Mayor Andrew Oldham,
and Sister LaTisha were also invited to the birthday party in the
private dining room. A few drops from Sister LaTisha's magic bottle
and a pair of eighteen year old girls were also indoctrinated into
inter-racial love. Andy Oldham claimed the pretty redheaded birthday
girl for his own. He gleefully broke her hymen with his long black
tool.

      Sister LaTisha had been in love with Andrea from the first
second that she had seen her innocent angelic face as she had
entered the restaurant. She claimed the inexperienced brunette for
herself. She ate the young girl's sweet and pure pussy and refused
to let anyone else near the unsullied virgin. She had already
decided that when Andrea's virginity was to be taken, she would use
Rodchester, her twelve inch black strap-on dildo, to do it herself.
Jamal made a video tape of Rebecca's deflowering to give to Bubba
and Joan to enjoy as Bubba made love to his new girlfriend. Jamal
had already heard about the way Joan Coleman squealed in ecstasy
when her lover made her feel like a real woman.

      Virginia was happy to suck every cock she could get her lips
around. She even sucked the Mayor's long ebony cock to get it wet
before he had screwed her daughter. The insides of her thighs were
soaked as she sucked the cocks in the room until she had emptied
them of their cum.

      Six months later, Joan had gotten used to her new job as
secretary at the sanitation department. Bubba let the other workers
take his "woman" in the back room for blow jobs during their breaks.
Rebecca was living in a nice apartment provided by Mayor Andy
Oldham. She was pregnant with his baby and he was talking about
divorcing his wife and marrying her. Andrea was now Sister LaTisha's
personal companion and went with her everywhere she went. It was
said that her body was pierced and tattooed with her mistress's name
on her buttock.

Virginia was still working for Malcolm Jones even though she is five
months pregnant. Each morning, she serves him his morning mug of
coffee and blow job. He enjoys screwing a white woman that is
carrying his child. It gives him a sense of ownership. Of course, he
would have to find a replacement for her when the baby was born.
That's why he had hired Virginia, to replace the last white
secretary that had given birth to one of his black babies.
	  
	     
	     
