Blackmaled

Blackmaled by Peterpan Diane was worried. Old Mr Hughes, the owner of the firm, had gathered all his employees together and announced that he had agreed the sale of the company to a foreign printing business. They had made him an offer he could not refuse, but on the understanding that it was from immediate effect. He was now 65 years old, his health was not good, and he had no children to inherit the business. " I have decided to accept their offer, and this is my farewell to you all " he said with tears in his eyes. " I hope you are treated fairly under the new owners, but they have bought all the assets together with the liabilities of the business, and your futures are clearly in their hands. " With that, he turned and left, never to return. It was the last part of his short speech which really worried Diane. She had risen from being Mr Hughes's personal secretary to the responsible position of company accountant. Diane was 28 years old, and had been married to her husband for eight years. They had two young daughters, and life had been good to them until 18 months ago, when her husband, Jim, who was 42, had become very ill, subsequently diagosed as leukemia. All their savings had been spent on treatment of the illness, and eventually they had found a doctor who was trialling a revolutionary type of chemotherapy. The treatment had been long and painful, and VERY expensive. Diane had done everything to raise the necessary funds, but the banks had refused any type of personal loan. In desperation, she had created a fictitious account in the company's books and had paid herself the required $80,000. Diane had felt so guilty in what amounted to swindling old Mr Hughes, but it was really a matter of life or death, and in any c ase she would pay the money back in full once Jim had recovered and was hopefully back to work. In fact Jim HAD made a marvellous recovery and was now looking for a job as a sales representative, the type of work he had done for 20 years until his illness.. The treatment had been most effective. There was no longer any trace of the cancerous blood cells, but it had left him impotent. Whether this was temporary or permanent only time would tell. Diane had Mr Hughes's complete trust and he left the accounts to her. The firm had given him a good living and he would never have picked up the illegal loan. Now everything had changed. Diane feared that the new owner would discover the false account and she would be in serious trouble. The new owner was a black businesman from Zimbabwe who had a string of businesses which he ran with the help of his six sons. His wife had left him shortly after the birth of his sixth son, leaving him to bring them up single handed. As soon as the youngest son had reached sixteen, he had decided to emigrate to the USA, and with his uncompromising manner and natural instinct for a deal, soon amassed a small fortune. Mr Mgoto, however, was not the generous caring person as his predecessor. He was both a chauvenist and racist, who passionately believed the black race to be superior to the white, and had never forgiven his wife for leaving him and his sons. He was looking to take his revenge out on some unsuspecting woman - and a white woman would be perfect. What better country to find one than the United States of America! Mr Mgoto and his sons arrived at the Hughes Printing Co. at 8am the following day, a friday, and asked the staff to gather in the large conference room. Their worst fears were realised. Mr Mgoto announced that he intended to keep the firm as a going concern, but substantial changes would be made. One of his businesses was the distribution of adult magasines, and he intended to print them at his new premises and sell them through the sales representatives. He also commented on the all white population of staff, and posted his intention to recruit black staff. To facilitate this, all staff would have the opportunity to leave under the current generous redundancy terms. This offer would be open for two weeks, after which it would be replaced by the statutary conditions which were considerably less. Those who decided to stay would be subject to rigorous performance reviews. Mr Mgoto announced that he and his sons would commence personal interviews with the staff and Management, starting o n the following Monday. Diane Brown got no sleep that weekend. She could not be sure if the illegality would be discovered, but feared the worst. She could not bring herself to tell Jim of her fears. Jim was not particularly bright and all the family finances were dealt with by Diane. He had never asked her about the details of how she raised the treatment fees and assumed she had taken out a bank loan. Diane was desperately afraid of a relapse, and was resolved to keep her problems to herself. After Jim had gone to bed, Diane entered their bathroom, undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a beautiful woman of 28 years, with shoulderlength blonde hair and the fairest of complexions. Her body was perfectly proportioned. 5'7" tall, and an hourglass figure of 36c 26 36. Her stomache was flat, despite two children. She worked hard at the gymn to keep it that way. In the early years of her marriage she had dressed to please her husband. Not too provocatively, but short skirts and showing a little cleavage. These days there was no point, and it would only remind Jim what he couldn't have. How she missed the sex! Sure he could lick her and make her come with his tongue, but it wasn't the same as those marvellous orgasms she had when penetrated by a stiff, hard prick. She couldn't even suck him as she used to love to do! Diane was one of those women who actually loved to suck cocks and would even make herself come by doing it. Nowadays there was no point. He never got hard. With these thoughts she went to her own bed, prepared for another restless night and wondering what monday would bring. Diane arrived at the firm and began her job. Throughout the day, there were people going into Maete Mgobo's office as they were told of their individal termination packages.Some decided to leave immediately. All the other five members of the Management team, apart from Diane, were dismissed on the first day. They were to be replaced by Maete's sons. Diane did not sleep much that night. When she arrived at work the following morning, Diane wondered if her fate would be known. Some of the ladies were clearing their desks; they had been shown examples of the type of magasines the Company would be printing, and wanted no part in it. Some replacements had already arrived, and they were all young black men. Diane was frightened. Why had she not been seen. He must have found the false account. But why hadn't he confronted her, sacked her already, turned her over to the authorities?? She was soon to find out! "Diane, will you come into my office" The words were a command, not a request. Diane entered the large room with trembling knees. Seated behind his desk, Maete Mgoto had a set of accounts opened to a page which Diane recognised. Yes, there was no doubt, she had been discovered! " Diane, I think we both know why you are here and how much trouble you are in. Can you explain why you have defrauded this company of $80,000?" Diane broke down and began to cry. In between sobs she tried to explain how ill her husband had been, how every other avenue of raising money had come to nought, and that she had intended and still intended to repay the whole sum. In fact she told Maete far more than she should, and only made matters worse. "How will you be able to repay the money when you have lost your job and will very probably be in jail." Maete asked. Diane burst into more tears. "What is more, I have made it my business to find out about your personal finances. You have no savings and are heavily in debt. You've re-mortgaged your house and the bank will not lend you any more. Those medical expenses have left you owing a great deal, and without a job, no means of even paying the outstanding interest. Your husband is out of work, and with his medical record he will find it extremely difficult to find any type of work. You will lose your house, and when you go to jail, your husband will not be able to cope. In fact I would say there is a high probality of a serious relapse which he may not survive.You will lose your children into care and be left with nothing. Your life will have been destroyed." Maete said these words with no compassion and in a way which gave Diane no hope. She became almost suicidal. "Oh my God, your right, if I lose my job and you report me to the authorities, I'm ruined! " cried Diane. She became hysterical. "Is there any way you can forgive me. This just cannot happen. I pray to you to give me a chance. I will do anything to keep my job - anything!" A smirk appeared on Maete's face. " Are you sure you would do anything for me if I gave you a second chance?" he asked. Suddenly there was a ray of hope. " God, yes, ANYTHING you want, just ask." she replied with a wild look. "W-ell there could be a way I could overlook the whole issue, but you will have to pay dearly." "Anything will be better than losing my life and family" replied Diane. Maete looked at Diane in a way that sent shivers down her spine. " OK, lift your dress." "What did you say?" asked Diane. " You heard very well, I want to see your legs." was the reply. Diane realised he was serious and that she had no choice. Slowly she lifted her skirt. " Higher " instructed Maete " I want to see everything." Diane raised it further until it was bunched round her waist, exposing her pretty white panties and panty hose. " Very nice, now take off your blouse." Diane had no option but to comply, and it was soon lying crumpled on the floor. Maete took a sharp intake of breath. Her beautifully formed breasts were supported by a white half-bra. Diane blushed deeply as her half-naked body was exposed to this middle aged black man. " Very nice, but you are much too overdressed. I want you to remove your skirt, bra, pantyhose and panties!" Maete snarled. "What!" cried Diane! "Unless you would rather me call the authorities." asked Maete, smirking. Trembling and beginning to cry, Diane unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. At the second attempt she managed to undo her bra clasp and it too joined the pile of clothes. Finally, she tugged down pantyhose and panties together, ripping them in the process, and stood before him stark naked. "Very, very good, Diane. You learn quickly. You will learn to follow my instructions - if you want to stay out of trouble " Now, go and sit on the sofa "he rasped " raise your knees to your chest and spread them wide." Diane was blushing furiously. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her exposed like this. Her embarrassment was huge, but despite the humiliation, she realised her pussy was soaking wet. How could she be getting excited? " Now play with yourself!" Maete's words brought her back to reality. She tried to avoid masturbating even though her sexlife had been almost non-existent. It was not natural - her mother had warned her. Now she had no choice. As she ran her fingers over her clitoris, the heat began to rise. Her middle finger entered the warm, damp opening and her breath became ragged. That butterfly feeling in her loins began to stir. Diane's fingers moved faster. As they stroked the hardening bud, her hips began to rise and fall. " Oh my god , I'm cumming " she cried, as her orgasm engulfed her. When she came back down to reality, she saw that Maete was standing there, smiling. He handed her the skirt and blouse. "Put these on, your undergarments stay here. Oh and tomorrow I want to see you more appropiately dressed. "Wh-what do you mean," stammered Diane. " I mean from now on I want instant access to your body. No bra or panties. Do I make myself clear?" Diane merely nodded. " I beg your pardon, I didn't hear you." said Maete. " Yes "replied Diane. " Yes what? " he asked. " Yes, Mr Mgoto?" replied Diane. " No, that is not the answer." Diane started to tremble. " Yes, master? " " That is right - and remember, that is how I want you to address myself and my sons from now on. Now GO!." Diane drove home in fear. What had she got herself into? She knew she was in deep trouble, but could think of nothing but to obey her black boss. For the second consecutive night, she slept little. The next morning, Diane arrived at work to learn that all the remaining staff had decided to leave. The replacements had already been found. All were young black men! Clearly, events had been predicted! Diane suddenly shivered. She realised that not only would she be the only white person working fof the company, she would be the only WOMAN!! It was late afternoon when Diane was summoned to Mr Mgoto's office. " Nice to see you, Diane," Maete said, smiling,"and have you dressed appropiately?" "Yes, sir " she replied. "Well, let me see, unbutton your blouse." "Diane had known he would test her, and avoiding his gaze, began to unbutton the blouse. As it gaped open, Maete could see her naked breasts come into view. " Lovely, now take it off." he commanded. Diane did as she was told, and now stood with those wonderful breasts sticking out before her. " Very good. Now the skirt!" Diane knew she had no option. She removed the skirt and stood before him, naked but for her shoes. Maete knew that this was he had been waiting for for so long. "From now on, you will do exactly what I say without question. Ever since my wife left me with six children to bring up, I have hated women and have wanted my revenge. I have wanted a woman who is completely under my control, one who will obey my every command. I hate womankind, but love the pleasure their bodies can give me. You are a beautiful woman, Diane, but with a husband who cannot give you what you want." Diane now realised she had told Maete far more than she should. " You must agree to my absolute control of your life. You will become my personal slave and follow any and every command without question. Your life will be mine, to do with as I wish." " You cannot expect me to agree to those conditions" cried Diane. " I can and do" replied Maete " I have prepared two contracts for you. One commits you to working for me in any capacity I might decide for the rest of your life, the other agrees to put your personal life under my complete control. The first is legally binding, the second morally binding. Sign, or go to Jail!!" Diane mind was racing. What was the choice. If she agreed, she had a life of servitude; if she didn't she had no life at all. With tears streaming down her cheeks and with a trembling hand, she picked up the proferred pen and signed both documents. Her head was bowed, as if waiting the executers axe. Maete smiled. Now she would begin to understand the enormity of her committment. " Hold your head up and stop crying" he rasped. His eyes travelled up and down Diane's body. Maete got out of his chair and stood in front of her. His black hands moved lightly over the snow-white mounds and his fingers roughly squeezed the light brown nipples, instantly making them grow firm and erect. Despite how much she despised the man, her body was beginning to respond to his touch. Maete was now breathing deeply. Despite his 46 years, he kept himself fit, and being naturally muscular, he had no fat on his body . Her trimmed pussy was on view. Maete knew he had her under his control, and was determined to move to the next stage where she would never be able to escape from his absolute power. Maete could wait no longer. He moved in front of her, unbuckling his trousers and letting then fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and removed his briefs. Diane could not believe her eyes. The jet-black pole jutting out from his crotch was all of 9 inches long, almost twice the length of her husbands. It was also twice as thick." Start sucking" he ordered, and as if in a trance, Diane's tongue emerged from her mouth and started to lick the black rod. God, it had been so long, and if she had no option she might as well enjoy it. Diane's mouth enclosed Maete's engorged cock and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. Very quickly Maete realised that she was good; very good. Diane's body was now completely betraying her. It had been so long since she had had a stiff cock in her mouth, and never one so large. The challenge to swallow all of it was obvious, and she forgot how she came to be there and started to enjoy it. Maete could not believe the change as she demonstrated her skills. Soon she had managed to take it all. 9 inches of throbbing black flesh were now embedded in her throat with his black testicles brushing against her cheeks. Her own orgasm was starting to grow, and Maete realised it. Diane started to moan, and as it neared it's climax, he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, threw her onto the sofa, pulled her legs apart and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Maete began to tease her. "What you do want, Diane " he asked. "I want you in my vagina" she replied , hoarsely. " I don't recognise that word" said Maete, smiling, "but I can see a woman with her cunt on display. Is that you?" " Yes" replied Diane. " Then say it" shouted Maete." I WANT YOU IN MY CUNT" screamed Diane. "Oh God, stop teasing me and fuck me." Diane cried. She had her eyes closed, willing the orgasm to hit her, which is why she hadn't noticed the door open and Maete's elder son, Sam, enter the room. He had in his hand the video recorder which was now recording for posterity Diane's request to be fucked by a black cock! "Put it in me" she cried, " I need to be fucked." " Not until you address me properly" was the reply. " GOD, please fuck me Master ." Diane shouted. Maete was determined to capture her complete submission on film. He pushed his cock about two inches into her pussy. " Do you like that, slave?" he asked. " GOD YES, GIVE ME MORE" shouted Diane. " What do you want more of " he slyly asked. "MORE COCK" replied Diane. " What kind of cock do you want" asked Maete. " BLACK COCK!" screamed Diane. Maete pushed another three inches into her clinging pussy. " Would any black cock do?" he asked. " YES, YES, YES." She screamed. "Then tell me properly" Maete shouted. "I WANT A BLACK COCK IN MY CUNT, ANY COCK SO LONG AS IT IS BLACK!!!" She screamed. Maete was playing this for the video. " Do you like black cock better than white" "PLEASE STOP TEASING ME AND FUCK ME. YES, BLACK COCK IS BETTER THAN WHITE, YES I WILL FUCK ANY BLACK COCK, YES I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. NOW JUST FUCK ME. " Maete needed no further bidding, and plunged his swollen cock into Diane's waiting cunt all the way. Diane immediately began to climax. " AGHHH THAT IS SO GOOD" she cried, as wave after wave hit her. Maete pulled back, and thrust forward again. She was so tight he knew he could not last long. But that didn't matter. There would be many more opportunities ahead. After only a dozen thrusts he started to come. His cock began to pump his accumulated jism into Diane's waiting cunt. AS it hit the back of her womb, she cried out in extasy and came again. Sam missed nothing. The video had captured all of Diane's demise. It would show her asking to be fucked by any black cock; show her enjoying black cock; show her abandoning herself to black sexing. Maete smiled. His hold on her before was strong. Now it would be unbreakable! Diane came down from the heights of her orgasm. Only then did she notice Sam and the video recorder. Damn him ! She immediately recognised the implications. Her first reaction was to try and cover up from the probing eyes of the young man. "What do you think you are doing?" shouted Maete. "Don't you realise where you stand! If you have any doubts, let me explain. Because of your illegal activities, you have agreed to become my personal slave. That means you will fuck me whenever and wherever I wish. You will also fuck any of my sons whenever and wherever THEY wish. You will also fuck anybody I wish you to fuck. IS THAT CLEAR !? " Diane was trembling and just nodded. " In case you get the idea that jail is better than fucking black men for the rest of your days, I have this video recording. Now I don't think you would want your religous parents seeing it, would you? Or perhaps your daughters and their schoolteachers?" Diane almost fainted."You can't do that! Please promise you will never ever show them that recording!" Maete just smiled. "That recording is mild compared to other features I have planned for you. But none of them will be shown to your family or friends as long as you cooperate. Do I have your word?" Diane merely nodded. She was beaten. Maete turned to Sam. "I think it is time for Diane to get better aquainted with you and your brothers. Ask them to come in. Sam went out of the room to get them. Maete went over to Diane who was still lying on the sofa. Instinctively she started to cover her nudity. "Stop" shouted Maete. Diane froze in fear." Let me explain some basic rules which you will obey without question. Your new role in this firm is personal assistant to myself and my sons. That will entail meeting all our sexual needs in whatever form that may be. In other words, you will be sucking and fucking us all on a daily basis. You will also be having sex with any men we wish. That will certainly include your fellow colleagues. In case you hadn't noticed, they are all young black men, and I can assure you they are all eager to put their hard black cocks into a white married woman's cunt! I plan to use your body as an incentive and reward for their hard work. There will be others as well. I can't exactly say who, but they will be black!" Maete saw that Diane had not burst into tears on hearing his words. In fact, she had stopped trying to cover up opened her legs. He realised that she was not aware that she was casually stroking her clit. Was his words getting to her! He looked straight into her eyes and continued. " Your dress code will change. All bras, panties and pantyhoses must go. You will wear garters and stockings at all times. When in my own or my sons presence, THAT IS ALL YOU WILL WEAR. At all other times, you will cover your nakedness with the minimum of clothing - either short mini-dresses or short skirts and see-through blouses. You will look like a slut as well as behaving like one." Diane looked blankly at him. Strange thoughts were tearing through her head. Why was she not distraught? Why did she not want to kill him? Where had the hate gone? And why were his words making her wet? Diane realised the thought of daily sex with many black men was turning her on. Was it because she had missed being fucked for so long, or because she had actually enjoyed Maete's big black cock, or was she a natural slut who now recognised it? Whatever the reason, she knew deep down that she was looking forward to the humiliation and degradation. She had no option but to submit to Maete's will, so why not enjoy it. She enjoyed all forms of sex. If the inhibitions were removed, she knew she could become the biggest black loving slut of all time!! END OF PART 1 7965 1.69/512345