A fantasy created by International writers Satinlvr_mwf, CurtB, Julie Van and Wunderboi.
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Our story thus far...
The heroine, Suzi Recreant, has just returned from a rather successful follow-up expose` for the Rhino News Network. RNN, of course, is a subsidiary of Rhino Multimedia, or RMM, which is in itself a subsidiary of Rhino Electronics, all of which is owned by a Mr. Oskar Botha. More information about Rhino can be found in the series titled "Out of Africa", found on several websites.
During her interview, where she was able to obtain the inside story, she was also tricked and taken advantage of by one of the leaders of prison life, a black thug whose name was withheld due to security concerns. What was not withheld, however, was her being ravished by this hulking coal-black convict, and how he unleashed his pent-up demand in her body. Using the agreed-upon rules of the interview against her, the coal-black man had her on her back, her skirt above her waist, and legs splayed in short order, giving her the bliss all women desire of a lover, as well as his release virile black seed into her unprotected and possibly fertile womb. He was strict with her, and not abusive, though it was a day or two before she could walk normally, and she was ready to resume her normal daily duties.
The Rhino Multi-media photographer managed to capture that very well, and the new porn movie went into distribution. Unbeknownst to Suzi, she was a rising porn starlet, as well as her 'normal' job as a television news anchor, currently based in the Hawksville area.
After review of the 'interview' and approval by Mr. Oskar Botha, the President of the Rhino Electronics conglomerate, Suzi was being sent out to a new market, San Diego, California. Mr. Botha's feelings were that the time was ripe to further subvert the population and give rise in power and prestige to the black race, and what better way to do that than to use the 'Rhino Effect' on an unsuspecting populace, one who was drawn to watch his newly risen star, a buxom red-haired beauty who had not only been subjugated by this same 'Rhino Effect', but also was now starring in the very same porn movies that featured interracial relations. What better way to make reality TV a weapon against the establishment and further Mr. Botha's cause?
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"What do you mean we are moving, again?" Zack nearly shouted at his wife. "Do you realize what this is doing to my career? I can't keep changing jobs like this... my resume` is a wreck!"
It was nearly 1:00 AM, and both were tired. Zack, from staying up late, waiting for his wife to come home from work, and Suzi from her long day, first at the Rhino Multimedia, or RMM, headquarters, and then her three news broadcasts, each of which featuring her in very flirty attire, revealing more than was proper for a news desk anchor. But it was that 'accidental' exposure that made Suzi so popular, and despite being, at times, a hard-hitting newswoman, she had considerable sex appeal. Couple that with the Rhino Effect, and she was every male-viewer's fuck-fantasy. Place her exploits on RMM Interracial Porn channels and gallons of cum were being spilled nightly, either by men and women coupling, or men alone, who had to take matters into their own hands. All of whom, however, were deeply fantasizing about white women having sex with black men. Such was the Rhino Effect.
Suzi sat back in her chair at the kitchen table. She was wearing a short pink satin robe, loosely tied by the matching sash at her waist, exposing her cleavage nearly fully. The full, firm, and round mounds are part of what made her famous, and it helped that she didn't need a bra. Her girls', and of course the rest of her Playboy magazine model-worthy body, plus her propensity to show her charms off during her broadcast news shows. The rest of her attire consisted of white Louboutin stiletto heels, matching stockings, a lace garter belt and frilly white thong. The fact she was dressed to entertain was lost on her husband at the moment.
"Zack... I've been transferred." Suzi replied matter-of-factly in her soft voice. Another feature that made her a porn favorite. Her soft voice had a sex-kitten allure, and helped build that 'total-woman' persona that made her famous. Suzi had been actively participating in a number of interracial-porn movies, only she wasn't fully aware of it, thanks to the 'Rhino Effect' from the various electronic devices. In fact, Suzi's own device, her cell-phone, sat on the kitchen counter, charging, a replacement for the phone that had been broken earlier at work.
"This is just the facts of my career." Suzi added. "Since my salary is almost four-times yours, I think your career can take a back-seat to mine. So you basically have a choice to make. Come with me to San Diego, or stay here and try and make it on your own. I know you are good at what you do. Someone should hire you, if you don't stay at Rhino."
Zack steeled himself, and worked to control his growing temper. He was also employed by RMM, as an accountant. It was a job he had a talent for, despite it being boring at times. What was lost on him was that his wife had helped him get that job, and an ensuing promotion. Suzi instinctively knew how to get what she wanted with a smile, or a delicately-flirting caress. Or, when her cell-phone was engaged, her thong dropped to the floor as well as herself.
"Alright... alright... You win." Zack admitted resignedly. "I'll go, but I have to put in my transfer request. I can only hope that we will be transferred together."
Suzi's cell-phone had signaled a full charge, and emitted a glorious color display, and humming softly. The tensions that had been growing in the room were now being suffused, owing to the charms of the phone and the Rhino Effect. There was a side-effect, however. It made Suzi start to have lewd thoughts, her body being plundered by a black man, or even men. She had stopped being picky. Even the who was not so much a matter anymore, as long as the man was black.
Suzi sniffed at her husband as she rose to her heels and brushed her robe down, and adjusted to her petite frame. The robe still did a wonderful job of revealing her ample bosom, and displayed almost indecent cleavage, and yet hung just far enough below her rear-end to provide a flirty flip with every step. Her modesty was covered by the overlapping silky material, but a hint of breeze, and everyone would see she was a natural redhead. But then, so had everyone who had seen one of her 'special' broadcasts.
"I'm going for a walk. I need to get some fresh air, and have some quiet time. I'll be back in a little bit." She then made a more careful inspection of the kitchen.
"You are getting better at cleaning the kitchen. You can go to bed, and I'll be back." Her soft voice had been almost a command, rather than an offering. With that she reached over and took her now-charged phone and strutted her way out, leaving her husband to stand there, watching his wife and sex-fantasy leave him at home.
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"Damn he pisses me off..." I grumbled aloud, before keeping my thoughts to myself. Here I was, providing a substantial income for us, and all he could do was bitch, bitch, bitch about his job, and before that, his needs, and before that how unsatisfied he was with our arrangement. Hell the damn thing was his idea to start with!
I continued to walk, and took a left turn at the end of the driveway. I glanced at my phone, to see what time it was, swiping it on, and seeing that it was, indeed, after 1:00 AM.
"Ah, well... part of the life of late-night TV..." I sighed resignedly. I began to feel calmer, as the gorgeous color schemes on my phone covered the screen, and I felt better. I was more relaxed, even care-free. I had a smile, as I remembered my late-morning meeting. It had been kindly scheduled late-enough so I could get some sleep before having to go in today. Or was that yesterday?
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"Thank you, Mr. Botha. I am as surprised as you are about how well the prison expose` went. I can't believe I am getting a thirty-three percent rating, and a forty-percent share!"
Oskar sat across the massive desk from me, the rich mahogany reflecting not only his visage, but also his status. He was now a wealthy and very powerful man. I had even heard rumors of political aspirations. I wondered if he would need a press secretary, if he ran for office? But the thought died when he spoke.
"Indeed, Suzi, we are quite happy with your... performance. You draw in a significant market share in your time-slot, and are decimating the nightly network news. The next phase in making you a success is to move you to a bigger market, where you will have more impact..."
I remember smiling widely at that! What news anchor doesn't want more and bigger audiences? Besides, San Diego was a great town! I was born near there, and looked forward to seeing family, old friends, and who knows, maybe an old boyfriend. It wasn't a big family secret that I had let the real man of my dreams get away, but instead had focused on my career. I couldn't blame Erik, for he had his own bright future in professional sports. But I wouldn't be the wife of a pro-football star. I had heard too many things about the players not staying true to their wives, with the hordes of women literally throwing themselves at the men on away games.
My parents were, secretly, thrilled, I think. Oh, they were cordial, and even pleasant towards him. But we came from an upscale background, and Erik, not so much. He was definitely an athlete, and handsome, but between his lower social-status and his very dark skin, he was not high on the list of potential suitors my parents would have approved of. Zack, however, was much more to their liking.
I was trying to focus on Mr. Botha's wisdom, when things sort of went blank for a while. The next thing I remember was my knees were sore, and I had a salty taste in my mouth. If I didn't know better, I would swear it was semen. I have given my fair share of blowjobs to men in the past. Especially Erik, when we couldn't find enough privacy for some real shared pleasure.
Zack? I could only remember twice. Once was only memorable because it was in the limousine on our way to our wedding reception, and the other was when we were dating and having to sneak in a little fun in the closet at his work. It was tiny, but where there is a will there is a way. It also helped that Zack was hung like a puppy. Four inches, max. But these times where my knees were sore, and I had the strange taste in my mouth seemed to becoming more frequent. I made a note to see a doctor, once I hit California.
