Chapter 1
Josh felt like an African hunter of old, going through the bush with his spear, hunting a nice buck to feed his family. Only the type of buck he was hunting did not go on four legs but two. And its name was not buck, but white.
The first white woman that Josh wanted to break and feed to his studs was Carrie. He couldn't wait to see the sadistic white woman black fucked by him and his studs. She had it coming, for a long time. Most black men hated her, for she had bashed them and used them for white women to practice kicks and punches on them in her self defense lessons.
On a Wednesday, Josh drove to Carrie's house, where she lived with her husband, to do her garden. The young black man with the master plan pulled up at his port of call, a sprawling dwelling, with a nice, huge garden.
Carrie never talked to him. She hated him and just couldn't stand his black ass, after he had humiliated her twice, (see Ch 1). Usually, her husband gave him the instructions if any. But generally, he had free reign.
They wanted some new flowers planted and so he decided to find out where they wanted them, so he could check if her husband was at home. Dressed in his drab, over-sized overalls, he walked up to the house and heard their loud voices through the slightly open porch door. It sounded like they were having a row, as usual. He removed his boots, walked onto the porch and knocked.
After several knocks, the door was yanked open by a big, obese man in his mid fifties, with a red, jowly face. He was dressed in a golfing outfit in which he looked comical rather than athletic, with all that gut and flab. For his friends, he was Ran, for lesser beings like Josh, he was "Mr Brandon Atkins, sir." Abe had told him that Ran put out his wife and children five years earlier and then married Carrie. Carrie was from the less richer white families, and Ran was from good, old money, therefore she had married him to improve her social standing and have access to his wealth.
"What you want?" Ran barked angrily at Josh like he was a truant dog about to catch a fat kick to the ass.
"Morning Mr Atkins sir, I need some instructions on the new flowers."
"The hell you think I give a damn about fucking flowers!" He banged the door in his face.
"Carrie, that garden nigger wants to know about some flower bed," he heard Brandon's muffled voice say.
"Tell him to fuck off and take his jungle bunny ass the fuck back to Africa!" an angry female voice shouted.
"Carrie, I told you no smoking in the house! And take care of the damn flowers. That's a woman's job."
"What you care anyway, you never here!"
"Fuck! Stop annoying me, Carrie! Dammit! Go talk to that nigger!"
"Well, fuck you and fuck that nigger!"
"Oh yeah! skank ass white whore! I'm gonna jump that white ass like Kris-Kros bitch!" Josh snickered to himself.
Didn't the bitch know she was simply making it harder on herself, he decided, rubbing his cock as he walked to the edge of the porch, to gaze at the sunny, green garden, hearing the foul mouthed woman cussing her old husband out with a barrage of very vile language.
The door was yanked and Josh turned, to find himself staring at the redheaded twenty something sadist. Her long, red, curly locks were tied at the back in a pony. Carrie had a long, wide face with a slightly hooked nose, intense, cold gray eyes and a wide, thin mouth. Her thin upper lip was constantly curled back, exposing her teeth in a permanent sneer. There was something humorless and almost sad about her. Her brows were trimmed, giving her a predatory look, that was intensified by her fierce frown.
Carrie had a very athletic, sturdy body, reminiscent of tennis player, Amelie Mauresmo. She had wide shoulders and hip bones, with a flat belly and slim waist. Her hips were flaring, her ass cheeks big and firm, and her thighs were big and muscular, her legs athletic. She had a pair of fake tits you could have spotted a mile away. They looked like she had borrowed them from a chick in LA, yunno, some wanna be movie star turned gold digging bimbo and part time Stripper, named Cinderella with the Glass Slippers. Probably a present from her old, stupid husband, or an order, probably. Get these big ass fake tits or get the hell out, bitch!
She was dressed in a knee length, pink gown that was plastered to her wet skin and flip flops. She was angry as hell. Her cold, gray eyes blazed at Josh.
"The hell you want?" she snarled, looking at him like he was trash that the cat just dragged in.
"Its about the new flower bed," he responded. "Where would you like it?"
"Put it up your black nigger ass," she sneered, and broke into a harsh, bitter laugh. He could smell alcohol on her breath.
"Women!" Ran said in a booming voice as he walked in and stepped to his wife. "Always making trouble for nothing!" he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Feeling better now!"
"Don't fucking touch me!" she growled, hitting his hand away. "Go and have fun on your stupid golf course."
"Its not about fun darling, its about business. I have to meet some very important people."
"You have to meat some impotent people? Don't forget your Viagra," she sneered and laughed in his face.
"Watch your damn tongue Carrie. You should lay off the alcohol, dammit! The fuck you smiling at boy! Wanna feel my boot up your ass? You demented shine! Know your place, dammit!"
"Sorry sir, my thoughts were elsewhere..." Josh said, backing off to a safe distance.
"That's when the problems start, when you people try to think. All of a sudden, your running around with a big head full of stupid ideas," Carrie sneered at Josh. He looked into her eyes and saw meanness. She was an ornery woman, that had to be broken.
"My wife is right. Concentrate on what your good at and you'll be one happy nigger. Hear me, boy!" Ran said, and he thought he was giving him sound advice.
"Yes sir Mr Atkins sir," Josh said nicely, smiling, knowing that Ran had just sealed the fate of his bitter, sadistic wife and his as well.
Ran pulled his fat wallet out and took out a large sheaf of bills.
"Darling, go and do some shopping. We'll drive over to Dickson and eat at that favorite place of yours in the evening. Alright? Do I get a kiss?"
She simply snorted and stormed inside.
