Chapter 1: From Buccaneer to Billionaire.
Jay was amazed at how rich David's family was. They were not even rich, they were wealthy. The terms that people in the hood used for describing someone's money couldn't even apply to them. You could not talk about a long ass grip, a fat ass stash, a gang of ends, or a big ass stack of dollar dollar bills y'all.
Jay could not believe it when David told him that their net worth was close to 7,5 billion Dollars. David was quite proud to prove this to him though. He showed him files and documents that only immediate family members and upper, upper management had access to, and Jay saw it for himself. They had their fingers in everything. They owned heavy duty factories, car manufacturing plants, weapons manufacturing businesses, aircraft manufacturing concerns, shipping holdings, alcohol and cigarette concerns, financial institutions and a host of other stuff. The beauty of it was that they did not even have to run them, they owned the majority stakes, and let someone else do all the hard work. David's father, Seth, only came to collect his money and multiply his wealth. The family fortune increased by a net value of close to 200 million dollars annually. Jay had heard of rich black people but none of them came close to this range.
What amused Jay was that the whole family fortune had been built through crime. David's ancestors were rumored to have been pirates, highway men, armed robbers, smugglers and traffickers as far back as three hundred years. They had also owned plantations and traded in slaves, the only one of their activities that wasn't criminal; maybe morally, but legally, definitely not. The family fortune had been passed down through the generations and continued multiplying.
Jay found poetic justice in the fact that one of the heirs to this vast family fortune, was this long, blond haired, feminized, submissive, Metrosexual white guy, who not only let him fuck his alluring wife, but also sucked his dick and took it up the ass with pleasure. Whatever would his buccaneer ancestors have said to that.
Jay wanted a big slice of that pie, and he would definitely use David to get it.
Jay told David to invite him to a family luncheon. David was a nervous about how his family, especially his dad, would react to having Jay and his girlfriend, two niggers, join them at the family table. Niggers were always at the family luncheons, but they didn't sit at the table, they rushed about in maid's uniforms and aprons, serving the wealthy white family.
Jay could see that David was really scared of his father. Normally he did anything that Jay ordered him to do without even raising a brow, but risk crossing his father, no! He was so reluctant and scared, looking like Jay was literary putting him between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Chapter 2: A fantasy cumms true
Jay did not like it when his white pussy boy did not do what the hell he ordered, so he decided to teach him a lesson. He showed Dianne, his African American girlfriend, a photo of David and Ramona.
"Who the fuck is this Michael Bolton look alike? He some kind of a drag queen or what? He wear lip stick? Ugh!!!" Dianne wasn't impressed.
"Ain't you heard, they call them meterosexuals. Anyway, that's the son of the owner of Smith Holdings. Would you like a romantic supper this evening, served by this rich white boy?"
"Why the fuck would that rich white boy wanna serve two Niggaz supper? You been smoking la la or what the fuck, Nigga?"
"Chill baby, I got this shit on lock down, how you want your white waiter. Want him dressed up like a clown, with a red nose, want him naked? Speak."
Dianne contemplated the shit for a few seconds, and then she said, "Alright, how about he puts on make up, lip stick, and he wears nothing but a thong, a pink one, an apron, and high heels, plus I want a purse slung over his shoulder. And, after supper, I want the white boy to lick the balls of my feet, suck on my toes, lick my ass clean..."
"Do you want him to suck my cock when I fuck you?""
Dianne laughed. "Nigga, you a fucking daydreamer, huh? Alright, but since you into freaky fantasies, how about he sucks on my clit, whilst you fuck me, and then, after I cumm, to my contention, you fuck him up his ass, whilst he eats my pussy and makes me cumm again?"
"However you want it baby. Just make sure you're home by eight. I will make it happen. You want his white wife there too? Want her to eat you out whilst I fuck him up the ass?"
"No! Fuck a white bitch! I hate them bitches! Just bring me the rich cracker in an apron and thong and I'm cool."
Dianne didn't yet know about Jay, David and Ramona, and she thought that Jay was just talking shit. Imagine her surprise when she rang his bell at eight and the door was opened by David, in a tiny white apron, a pink thong and high heels. Dianne couldn't believe it. She laughed so hard. David looked uncomfortable, but he did everything that Jay said.
"Nigga, what's going on yo! What's up with this? You got that motherfucker on drugs or what the fuck?"
"No, I am black mailing him. I go some nasty info on him. Chill mama. Why don't you clap your hands and tell the white boy to move faster. Cuss him out a lil bit."
Dianne found great pleasure in humiliating and ordering David around. She was like, "yo, hurry up you lazy cracker, pull my chair, pour my drink? What the fuck kind of service is this. Fuck you, worthless piece of shit."
As she observed David, she noticed that he seemed to find pleasure in being humiliated, in some perverse kind of way.
"Yo, that white boy is sick, yo! He needs psychiatric help, real quick," she said to Jay. Then she turned to David and said, "Hey cracker waiter boy, come dish my food, ass hole! Get a move on, you bastard. Mother fuck you!" As David rushed to obey, his face blushing crimson, Dianne laughed her lungs out. As he bent over the table, she pinched and fondled his ass.
"Say, cracker boy," She gave that ass a smack. "Is you gonna sue me for grabbing that ass? You gonna file charges for sexual harassment. Hell fucking no, cracker boy, you ain't gonna do shit. Coz you ain't shit. Motherfuck you! Now pour my fucking drink. Hurry up, moron!"
"Damn Dianne. You really hate white people huh?"