
The following story is written only for adults.  It includes
graphic depictions of sex unsuitable for minors.  If you are 
a minor, please read no further.

This story also includes sexual practices that are unwise
in today's world.  Enjoy fantasy as fantasy.  Don't be stupid.

Enjoy!   Kel

Part Two, Kelly's Black Boss

Kelly fought with the old, woolen blanket as she tried to
fold it.  She realized, much too late now, that it had
nearly been ruined in the wash.  She knew better than to
wash wool that way, even in cold water.

Her mind drifted back to the day when TJ had given it to
her to wrap up for the ride home.  Half naked and
covered with mud, he'd insisted that she wear it if she
was going to ride in his car.  It had come from his trunk,
and it smelled of mechanical things, and was terribly
scratchy, but it seemed a small price to pay for the
incredible fuck she'd been given by TJ and his friends.

It had been almost two weeks since that escapade.  She
hadn't yet called TJ or his friends, and they had not come
around her place, either.  Neither had Billy, her boyfriend. 
He hadn't called, hadn't come to see her at work, nothing. 
But then, she hadn't thought he would.  He'd seen her
fuck other guys before, even groups of them, but after
witnessing her display with four black men, she'd been
pretty sure he'd never touch her again.  Just as well. 
Turned out to be a wimp anyhow.

At first, Kelly had thought that he might keep the whole
thing to himself, being embarrassed by it, or something. 
But lately, she'd seen him around, and when he saw her,
his head would nod in her direction, his voice would
lower and she figured he was telling on her.  She wasn't
sure how he'd keep from shaming himself in the bargain,
but he didn't seem to care any more.

He'd even been in the store.  She'd seen Billy across the
floor in the men's shoes section, trying on some sneakers
the other day, and was pretty sure that he and the guy
helping him had been talking about her.  The sales
associate who had helped Billy that day had looked at her
a lot differently afterwards.

Well, she thought, just fuck 'em.  If they want to talk, they
can talk.  It's no skin off o' my nose.  She finished folding
the shrunken blanket and went to dress for work,
wondering if she'd ever get asked out to another party.


Actually, Billy had been talking a lot.  A whole lot.  He
had reworked the story so that the whole thing had been
Kelly's fault.  It was she who had infuriated the drivers of
the other car, and she who had been taken to task for it
by them.  Billy had tried mightily to help her, but the four
men had been too strong.  (Or was it six?  Billy had a
hard time remembering.)  He had been bound with duct
tape and left lying on his side to watch as the group of
niggers had had their way with her.

And what was most astonishing was that she hadn't
resisted.  Seems the first second one of them took out a
big, black dick, she just dove on it, sucking like there was
no tomorrow.  Billy had never known she was a secret
nigger lover, but it had been painfully obvious to him at
that point.  How she'd kept it from him all those weeks
he'd never know.  He had watched as she whored for the
bunch of them, and been left on the road to free himself
after they'd gone.

Billy had done everything he could think of to make sure
that this story got around.  He'd told anybody he knew
who also knew Kelly, and some she didn't know.  Funny,
though...  The reaction wasn't quite what he'd expected. 
Oh, yeah, there were some who were as outraged as he
was, but a few guys actually seemed to get off on the
idea, saying things like, "And you got to watch?  Damn! 
That musta been hot!  Goddam!!"  He didn't quite get
those guys, but hey, they'd sure as hell spread the story.


And so it was that Kelly went off to work her evening shift
at the store, unaware that almost every male in the
building looked at her with either loathing or lust they
had not had only a few days before.  She dressed as she
usually did for the summer, a simple, fairly conservative
sun dress, this one of blue and white gingham, without
stockings (they were terribly hot in the summer) and
wearing simple white sandals on her feet.  Beneath the
dress she wore plain cotton panties and a bra.  She hated
bras that weren't meant to be seen, but without it, the
brown of her aureoles could clearly be seen through the
dress.  Not the thing to do in this store.


James Cartwright, the assistant manager of the store, was
looking forward to this evening.  This was the night he
was going to find out if it was true, if this little tease bitch
he'd had working for him for the last two years really did
like nigger cock.  He'd tried to get her attention dozens of
times in the last few months, but she'd always laughed
him off.  He had thought that it was because he was
black.  Now he figured that might not be it at all.  

He had intentionally scheduled a light crew for the
evening shift, making it easier for him to get her alone. 
He'd also worked out the way that he would do it.  One of
the men in sportswear was out sick, and so James had
decided that Bill, the guy who ran ladies shoes would
work over there this evening.  James had once worked in
ladies shoes, and he would take that spot on the floor. 
Once in ladies shoes, he would get Kelly over to help him. 
He would purposefully pull dozens of boxes of shoes out
of the racks in the back, leaving them all over the floor,
and call her to help him put them back.  The storage area
was long and narrow, bending once to work around the
seating area.  With boxes stacked well above his head, it
offered a lot of privacy.  From there, he'd have to play it
by ear.


Kelly showed up at work, spot on time, as usual.  She
didn't seem to be too thrilled with her job as a junior in
linens, but she worked hard anyway.  James noticed, as
did several other men on the floor, the bareness of her
long legs as she strode through the store toward her
section.  He knew they'd be bare.  She never wore hose in
the summer.

Long and lightly tanned, Kelly's legs attracted a lot of
attention wherever she went.  She had grown accustomed
to it, though not so much that she didn't enjoy feeling
men's eyes on her as she walked.  This night, though,
something felt different in the store.  She didn't notice
anybody staring differently, in fact, there seemed to be
fewer men around.  Still, she could almost sense a hunger
in the air, and she felt as if she were its object.

Silly! She thought as she tossed her hair to one side and
walked through the store to linens.  Kelly dismissed the
thought as ridiculous.  But a tiny twinge in her abdomen
just wouldn't go away.  There was danger around.

Not that danger was bad, mind you.  Kelly had never
shied from it.  But it was nice to know the danger you
were facing.

No, it's too silly.

Mrs. McIntyre set her to work as soon as she arrived re-
arranging the shelves where the bed linens were
displayed.  The new, fall collections were in, and it was
time to move the old stuff to the sale shelves.  Kelly
moved, stacked, moved again, and restacked sheets and
pillow cases, all wrapped in plastic that made them want
to slide all over the place.  Sales of this particular stock
had been a bit slow.  There was a lot to move, and not a
lot of space in the sale area to put it.  Kelly grew more
and more frustrated as the piles of linens kept falling to
one side or the other, forcing her to start again.

"You look pretty ticked off!" said a deep voice behind her.

Kelly looked up and around to see Mr. Cartwright
standing over her, smiling.  "Got that right..." she
murmured as she struggled to her feet.  He took her arm
to help, surprising her.

"Yeah, it can be a pain, the way these things get all
slippery slidey like that..."  Kelly nodded. "Look, we got
about an hour till closing, and I need some help."  Kelly
looked, startled, at her watch.  Had she been here that
long?  

"Help?"

"Yeah, one of the guys, or maybe more of them, left the
shoes in a mess.  I need to get it straightened up before
we leave.  Think Mrs. McIntyre might let you go?"  He
laughed, as did Kelly.  Mrs. McIntyre would do exactly as
she was told.

"I sure hope so.  I need a break!"

"Well, just let me see what I can do to help you out here!" 


James walked over to Kelly's supervisor, calling her name. 
They chatted, and he nodded in Kelly's direction, then
pointed over to men's shoes.  Mrs. M. nodded back, and
James head back toward her, grinning.  "Come on.  I got
something easier for you to do..."

Following Mr. Cartwright across the store, Kelly felt that
twinge again in her belly.  She looked around, wondering,
but never looked at the man right in front of her.

He showed her the mess in the storage area, and she
gasped.  How could anyone leave it this messy?  Even so,
it was just a matter of getting the right boxes in the right
slots.  James showed her how they were labeled, and how
they boxes were ordered, and left her to the work.  She
found a radio on one of the shelves, turned it on, and
went to work as he went out to check on the floor.

After what seemed only a few minutes, he returned.

"Not a soul in the store.  It's weird!  Here," he said,
picking up three boxes, "Let me help you."

He worked beside her for a bit, shoving boxes noisily into
the slots, working much faster than she, as if he knew
what he had in his hands before he read the boxes.  At
one point, he picked up a stack of 5 boxes of shoes,
handed them to Kelly, and said, "These go down there,
around the corner there.  And there's a bunch more down
that way, too.  Start on those while I check the floor one
more time."

Kelly balanced the five boxes in her arms and started off
to the far corner of the storage area.  Looking at the code
on the box right in front of her, she saw that the number
was much higher than the other's she'd put away.  Must
be 'way at the end, she thought.  Sure enough, they were. 
She stepped over boxes again and again as she made her
way to the very back, looking up to see where her armful
of boxes might belong, trying not to trip.

At last, she found the place where they belonged. 
Squatting to try to put the tall stack of boxes on the floor,
the fell over.  Kelly cursed as she stood up, then bent over
to collect the box that had fallen farthest...


This, James knew, was his time.  The store really was
empty.  In this little town, people didn't shop much at
night.  Still, the owner insisted on losing money during
these hours, so they stayed open.  

He'd been watching Kelly all night.  He could practically
see every curve of her body beneath the fine cotton of her
dress, or at least he thought he could.    He could already
feel his hands roaming across her soft skin, the ache in his
groin melding with the ache in hers.  He'd been half hard
the whole time!  She wasn't exactly beautiful, not in a
classical sense.  But she was long, and willowy and she
had this sense about her, of adventure, abandon, and it
was terribly sexy.  He could hardly wait to experience it
for himself.

Oh, she might resist, at least at first.  After all, even if she
did like black guys, he was a lot older than her, at least 20
years.  But he was sure, once she laid her eyes on his
manhood, she'd come around.  James was proud of his
cock.  It was long and thick, and black as pitch, just the
kind a little nigger lover slut would like, he figured.  

And now she was headed to the back of the store room,
arms full of boxes, concentrating on keeping her balance. 
He didn't think she even heard him as he slipped up
behind her.  She cursed as the boxes fell over, then stood,
and bent at the waist to grab one that had fallen partly
open.  He couldn't resist.  Her cute white butt just poking
at him, he reached out and gave it a squeeze.

"What the hell?!"

Kelly had not heard him coming.  When she bent to pick
up the box of shoes that had gotten away, she had not
done so gracefully as her mother had taught her... She
thought she was alone, so she bent from the waist,
reaching.  Her dress rode up her behind.  Suddenly, a
large, hard hand was squeezing one of the cheeks of her
ass.  She stifled a scream as she stood and turned, then
saw Mr. Cartwright.

"What the hell?!"

James wasn't the least put off by her response... It only
made him more excited.  She was flushed, her face
splotchy red, her chest, where it showed, also glowing.

"I've been wanting to do that for two fuckin' years, Kelly. 
Two years."  He moved closer to her, reaching for her. 
She tried to back away, but there was no place to go. 
"Come on, now bitch.. You ain't gonna tell me you don't
want it... I know better."  His hands came up to her tits,
caressing, then squeezing.  Kelly was breathless, unable to
think.  Finally, she found her voice.

"Stop it!  I mean it!  If you don't quit, I'm gonna scream so
loud they'll hear it in Farmville!"

He didn't stop.  In fact, he only moved closer, now
pressing himself against her, pushing her back into the
racks of shoes.  "Oh, they might here you through these
walls, but what if they do?  All's I gotta tell 'em is you was
coming on to me, then you suddenly started screamin'!"

Kelly tried to push him away, but he was much taller and
heavier.  Her head barely came to his chin.  His hands
were now sliding up and down her sides, pulling at the
hem of her dress.  "They'll never believe that!" she said. 
"Who'd believe that?"

"Oh, anybody's been talking to your old boyfriend I figure. 
Seems like just about everybody knows how much you
like nigger cock these days.  They'll just figure you was
out to get some more and lost your nerve.  Shame to see
you lose your job that way..."

James could feel her body trembling beneath his hands. 
Her breathing was quick, shallow.  She was afraid.  Well,
he'd hoped she'd be excited by now, but this would do.  

Kelly's heart sank as she realized how many people had
heard her bawdy tale.  Billy had had his revenge, it
seemed.  There seemed no way out of this without losing
her job.  Not that it was all that great, but still.... 
"What.... what do you want?" she finally asked him.  

"Oh, I think you know that already..."  James grasped one
of her wrists and pressed her hand against his crotch.  He
was huge!  She gasped.

"Yeah.. Figured you'd like that....  How about you give it a
little kiss?  Get it nice and hard?"

It wasn't a request, it was a command.  Kelly felt his
strong hands pushing down on her shoulders, insisting
that she kneel in the dark store room in front of him.  The
tile floor was cold and hard on her knees.

"That's a good little bitch," she heard as James unzipped
his fly and opened his trousers.  "Now, get it out, and
suck it...."


Kelly's breath caught in her throat as she reached
tentatively into his pants and withdrew his monstrous
cock.  Her fingers would not even encircle it, it was so
thick.  And black... It was so black.. Much darker in tone
than any of the four she'd fucked less than two weeks
ago.  He was the color of dark-roast coffee beans, and just
as shiny.  "Don't just look at it, girl... suck it!" 

Kelly opened wide and slipped her mouth over the head
of his cock.  His crotch smelled of sweat and excitement,
not entirely unpleasant, as she gingerly bobbed her head
on the end of his meat, stroking it with both hands.

"Oh, yeah, bitch... that's good... that's a real good start...
Always knew you white girls could suck..."  James looked
down at her, watching as his mammoth tool slid in and
out of Kelly's mouth, shinier now with her saliva.  Her
tiny hands held him gently, but still without passion. 
"Come on, girl... get it good and wet!  You gonna wish it
was reeeeeal wet when it slides into that nice little pussy
of yours!"

Kelly's eyes widened as she imagined this enormous thing
plowing away at her insides.  Perhaps, she thought, I can
get him off like this... and he won't want to fuck me.... 
She quickened her pace on his cock, sucking harder,
pumping faster.  With one hand she caressed the plum-
sized balls that dangled well below the base of his prick. 
"Oh, yeah, my little white slut!  That's MUCH better!"  

It seemed to be working, Kelly felt him take huge
handfuls of her hair, felt his hips start to rock as he face-
fucked her.  She increased her pace again, hoping to make
him cum before he realized what was happening.

As she did, she also began to feel something inside
herself.  The musk of James' crotch, the heat of the flesh
in her hands, the taste of the pre-cum oozing onto her
tongue all combined to excite her.  After all, she thought,
it isn't as if I haven't done this dozens of times...  Just a
bigger dick...and a blacker one!  She began to imagine the
rush of semen that would emerge from his huge nuts, and
her arousal increased.  She even felt her crotch beginning
to tingle...

Yeah... that's more like it, thought James as he looked
down at Kelly, now working his cock feverishly with lips
and tongue.  Fuckin' Billy was right.  She is a nigger lovin'
slut..  Well... she's gonna get all she ever wanted outta
me...  Watching her, driving his cock to the base of her
throat, he realized he was getting close to cumming.  Oh,
no... the thought... not till my dick tastes a little of that
pink pussy...


Kelly felt James' cock begin to twitch in her hands, to
swell slightly as she'd felt so many others swell just before
they started spitting semen.  She grasped it with both
hands and worked harder still, slurping loudly on the long
ebony shaft, her mouth watering profusely as she
anticipated the load of cum she had begun to crave.

Suddenly James jerked her head away by her hair,
hurting her, because she strained to keep her lips fastened
to his cock.  "Not just yet, bitch... I ain't cummin' till I fuck
that tender pussy of yours.  Now, stand up and turn
around."

Kelly stood, shakily, reluctantly.  James turned her around
my her shoulders, his wet cock dragging against her hips,
moistening her dress with her own spittle.  When her
back was to him, his hand grabbed her dress roughly,
yanking it up and her panties down as he bent her
forward with the other.  She felt his large, rough fingers
exploring her soft, wet places, probing, pushing, rubbing. 
"Yeah... good and wet.... you gonna be glad of that!"
chuckled James as his finger slipped deep into her slit. 
He pushed a second in with it, stretching the walls of her
pussy.  She whimpered, scared and wildly excited all at
the same time.  "Yeah, you gonna cry a little, girl, before
it's over... buy you gonna cum like you never did before
I'm done with you..."

Now both of his hands were between her legs, rubbing,
squeezing, pinching, pulling.  The anticipation was about
to kill her, she thought... If only he'd go on and do it!

No sooner had she finished the thought than she regretted
it.  Kelly felt his huge member pressing between her labia
where the fingers had been.  She stifled a small scream as
he roughly pushed it in, worming his way into her with
that enormous weapon of his.

"Oh, yeah, baby..." he pushed it deeper, " just as tight as I
knew you'd be..." Another inch penetrated her soft
wetness, "Damn that's good.. Hmmmm, yeah... now here
comes the rest!"  Suddenly he shoved hard with his hips,
ramming himself hilt deep into her blazing cunt.

"Oooooohhhh!" she cried, unable to stifle this scream as
she felt herself split by his savage thrust.  "Oh! Oh! OH!"
she yelped again and again as he yanked himself back and
jammed his cock home over and over, like a huge steam
piston.


James was in heaven.  Here, this little white bitch was,
bent over in front of him, her little white ass taking each
blow as he slapped his groin against it again and again. 
He looked down to watch as his proud cock reamed her
tiny cunt.  The walls of it were stretched so tight that they
were shiny.  The soft, damp flesh clung to his cock each
time he withdrew, as though it was reluctant to let him
go.  "Oh, shit yeah... you are some hot little slut, baby...
so hot!"

Kelly grunted back at him, unable to speak, no longer
from pain, but now from the incredible sensations
emanating from her cunt.  She felt incredibly full, so full,
so very full each time he slammed himself deep into her. 
Each stroke felt better than the last as her pussy adjusted
to the size of the instrument drilling into it.  Each stroke
brought her closer and closer to what would, she was
sure, be a shattering orgasm.  His fingers dug into her
hips, holding her as he fucked her.  She held on to part of
the shelving to steady herself.

"Oh, oh, oh!" crooned Kelly as she started to push back
against James' thrusts.  Her pussy felt like it was on fire as
she urged him on.  "Oh, yes.. Yes... more.. Harder....
Harder!"   

James laughed.  "You want more?"  Kelly nodded.  "You
sure?"  She nodded again.  "Well, say so, bitch, tell me
what you want!"  Kelly moaned.  "Come on, slut, you can
say it!"

"I want more!  I want you to fuck me harder!  Harder! 
Please, harder..." Kelly started to whimper, "I'm.....
just...... about..... to...... cummmmmmm!" she hissed
between deep, sobbing breaths.

It was like James just shifted gears somehow.  The
violence of this thrusts multiplied rapidly, as did his pace. 
"Oh, yeah, bitch.... you asked for it.. You gonna get it..." 
James' eyes were closed, his head thrown back as his cock
jack-hammered Kelly's cunt.  Kelly started to writhe and
pitch in his hands, in the grip of an earthquake of an
orgasm.

"OH!  OH! OH!" she yelled with each of Jame's thrusts. 
"AAAAArrrrrrggghhhhhh...."  Through gritted teeth she
growled as pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave. 
James could hard believe what he was seeing.  No woman
had ever come with such abandon with him.  Her passion
brought him close, closer.... closer...

"You still want to taste it, baby, when I cum?  Huh?  You
want this nigger to cum in your pretty mouth?"  Kelly
couldn't answer. All she could do was nod wildly, her long
dark hair flopping around her face as she did.  "Well, it's
about time!  When I yell, you turn around!"  She nodded
again as he slurped his huge cock in and out of her five,
six, seven more times.

"Now!"

Kelly collapsed to her knees, turning as fast as she could,
her panties at her knees, her dress bunched at her waist. 
"Take it, babe.. Suck it!  Heeeere iiiiiittt
cuuuummmmms!"

She fastened her mouth to the bulbous head of his aching
cock and pumped for all she was worth as she felt him
swell again.  This time she would not be denied.  James'
cock started to jump in her hands with the spasms of his
orgasm.  Yes! Yes, she thought as she tried to will the cum
out of him, hungry to feel the semen rushing through his
cock, to taste the precious liquids as they filled her
mouth, to feel it sliding warmly down her throat.  "Mm! 
Mm! Mmmmmm!"

James had his hands back in her hair, holding her head.
His hips started to tremble as his orgasm shook him.  The
first burst of cum erupted from his cock, nearly scalding
Kelly's mouth, it felt so hot, so good.  Suddenly,

"Kelly, are you all....."

"OH MY GOOOOODDDD!!!!"

Mrs. McIntyre stepped around the corner just as James
cock started to spew its treat into Kelly's waiting mouth. 
They both jerked around to look in her direction, and the
motion pulled his cock from her mouth.  His climax,
though, was in full swing.  James could barely focus his
eyes as he looked in the direction of the intruder.  Kelly
held his spurting cock in her hands, cum all over her lips,
her mouth hanging open while the tool she held sprayed
great globs of thick, yellowish cum all over her dress.

Mrs. McIntyre had thought she'd heard Kelly back her,
thought she was in trouble, and had come to check on
her.  She had not expected to find what she did.  She
stood there, riveted, unable to remove her eyes from the
vision of the young girl, milking the thick goo from her
supervisor's huge black cock.  She thought for a moment
she might faint.  Nobody could say anything, it seemed.  

The moment passed.  James orgasm began to ebb, he
started to back away from Kelly, still speechless.

Before they could say anything, the older woman ran
from the store room, sobbing.

Kelly grinned up at James.

"Well, I never did like this job, anyways....."
