Chapter 1
Jim let his beard grow thick over the four weeks he had been in Seylam. He then started casually greeting Eddie, taking care to change his voice. Eddie hardly cast him a second glance. For him, he was just some gardener.
Jim observed him like a beast of prey stalking some unsuspecting, fat buck. After a month in Seylam, he decided to pay Eddie back.
It was early on a sunny morning when he saw Emmi breezed off in her red convertible. Jim smoked a couple of blunts and went and got his dick sucked by Connie in the master's bedroom. You couldn't believe she had once been a snobby racist, the way she was begging him to fuck her big J-Lo type, thong clad ass until he gave it to her. She was pouting when he only ripped it once instead of the usual four to five times, but Jim was saving his energy for Emmi, for she was gonna get it that day.
In the afternoon, Jim was working near the gate, pushing an electrical mower back forth, dressed as usual, in a tight vest, cut of denims and boots when Emmi's shiny convertible pulled up the driveway.
She told him to carry her shopping bags inside. Jim gathered her bags, from expensive stores and followed her into the house.
Jim gazed at the tall, slim blond beauty as she walked swiftly in front of him. She was dressed for the summer, in a short flowery dress, cut deeply, exposing the tops of her breasts. It clung to her slim frame like a second skin. Her small, round ass was bunched so sexily in dress, but she walked like a man, with no grace. Jim knew that for calling him Nigga, he would fuck her bad. And for her husband's wealth, he would fuck her even harder. This woman was gonna help him to a lot of money, dollar bills, the cash yo! He had long decided that just fucking Eddie's wife wouldn't be enough. He was gonna make Eddie his nigger.
He kicked off his boots and followed her inside the kitchen. Connie looked up and greeted Emmi.
"Take my bags and put them in the bedroom. Then get my swim things ready. I wanna take a nice, long swim," Emmi said to Connie and brushed past her. Connie brought her the bags.
"Get lost!" Jim told the maid with an evil smile when she came back.
"What! Emmi..."
"Do it, right now Connie. Or else..."
Connie did not know what or else meant, but she knew better than to disobey Jim, when he had that nasty smile.
Emmi stood in front of a full length mirror in her bedroom, dressed in a new, hot, two piece, flaring, red bikini. The bra cups cupped her enhanced, big breasts and the tight bottoms stretched tautly around her fine, round ass cheeks and cupped her mound so beautifully. Her pussy lips were plastered to the garment. She was looking forward to teasing Connie. She knew the Mexican lusted after her. Part of her wanted to let Connie feed on her beautiful body and worship her with her mouth and hands, but she was too scared to allow it.
She wrapped a semi transparent, red cloth around her waist, which left her bottoms and long, supple thighs glaring out. She admired her sexy image in the full length mirror, turning and preening. Satisfied that she was the hottest blond wife in Seylam, she pulled on a pair of sunglasses.
Emmi walked into the living room and was surprised to see Jim standing there, puffing on a blunt, and smiling at her.
"Jim! What the hell! Fuck!" she gasped, simply not believing the shit. "You are in shit now! What the fuck do you think you are doing smoking in my house! Damn! You done did it this time Jim! You done did it! Your, your, your fired!" She was besides herself in anger.
"Listen Emmi, you gotta be thankful to me, or you would be dead right now. Sit your white ass down and watch this."
Jim pressed the DVD player remote and suddenly images of her husband, Eddie, ravenously eating Connie's ass in his study filled the huge flat TV screen. Jim let it run a full two minutes. Emmi gasped with shock. She could not believe her husband was ravenously devouring Connie's pussy and shoving his tongue up the Mexican maid's puckered, little ass hole. As if axed, she leaned against the wall, whimpering and shaking her head. Jim turned off the DVD.
"Fuck! Connie! Connie! Fucking come here at once! You are dead!" Emmi screamed madly. Her hands were forming vicious talons.
"I sent her home. Now, calm down. There is more to this than you can imagine!"
"What the hell... Where did you get that!"
Emmi was confused, mad and didn't know what the fuck to think. Just what Jim wanted.
"We have to talk, fast! Coz your life is in danger!" he said theatrically.
"What! What!"
"If your husband divorces you, you get half. And it could be messy. So, he is thinking of getting rid of you. Permanently. He wants to be free, and all alone with Connie, eating her ass."
"What! What!" Emmi tottered on her feet.
"Look, lets sit down and have a drink and I will break it down for you..."
Jim took her arm and led her to Eddie's well stocked bar. She came with him like a child, her senses reeling. He pushed her onto a bar stool, got behind the bar and mixed them each a stiff triple Vodka and juice. He fired up two blunts and shoved one between her lips.
"I don't smoke!" Emmi said weakly.
"You are gonna need it!"
Jim settled on the bar stool besides hers and puffed coolly on his joint. The white woman sniffed, fighting her tears and puffed desperately on the joint.
Jim told her to chill first, and get calm. He fed her another blunt and two more triple vodkas. When she was high and drunk, he then proceeded to lie to her that her husband had paid him to kill her and make it look like an accident. He said the guy was so in love with Connie because she let him live out his perverted fantasies.
"He, he, he cant! I will call the Police. I will tell his dad." Emmi gasped.
"Wont help you. He is rich and powerful. His family owns the town. They will just lock up my black ass, and he will only get smarter and hire a professional from out of town next time. And then your ass will be dead. And he can eat Connie's ass to the end of his life."
"This is way too much for me. I cant fucking believe this. I hate them!!!" Emmi started sobbing.
