Chapter 1
The following day, Angie picked up Sean and Mandy for another bout of meetings at her firm. Her boss, Amos was bugging her because he felt Sean was stalling. Angie had a feeling Sean was enjoying himself in town. And she was enjoying seeing him and spending time with him.
Mark would soon be leaving on business for several days, and Angie found herself feeling relieved, something which gave her a pang of guilt. However, things were a bit tense between them, because of Sean. She had played hostess to many of her firms' clients, but Mark had never been jealous. She started wondering why a black man made her husband feel so insecure. She decided to play it safe that day, and left the hotel soon after dropping Sean and Mandy off.
Sean relaxed in his suite that evening, taking a hot, lavish bubble bath, smoking a blunt, sipping Dom Perignon, and stroking his fat cock.
When he was just another kid in high school, women generally ignored him. White women would not even talk to him. However, the moment it became clear to all that he would have a top flight career as a basketball player, woman had started throwing themselves at him. As he joined the NBA, the groupies chased after him. White women were the worst groupies of all, there was always some tall, slim blond journalist, assistant, waitress, or just plain groupie, with her pink mouth wide open for his black cock. He was lucky that an O G took him to the side and warned him that he should watch them hos, or they would be squeezing on the rubber, pulling it off or trying to make it burst. If it wasnt for the O G, Sean might have ended up like O J, falling in love with a blond, getting used and then trying to murder her.
However, young Sean realized that bitches (especially white hos) weren't shit, and he treated them like cigarettes, he smoked them and tossed them in the trash can. The only women he cared about were his mom, his sisters and Mandy.
Sean had always taken pleasure in turning white women into his sluts. He knew how much the white man hated it, to see a black man who was rich, successful and fucking a hot white woman.
He also enjoyed fucking white women because they were usually under fucked and unsatisfied from the white man, with his little cock and lack of stamina. It was a pleasure to give them a real man's cock for the first time in their lives and watch them go crazy. If he fucked a black woman, or a white woman who had already fucked black men, he had to give it his best, to impress her. But a white, Asian, Latina or even Arabian woman who had never had black dick was so easy to impress. It was enough, to just sit back and let her knock herself out on his cock.
The other thing he liked about white woman was that they could be dominated and made to do perverted, dirty ass shit. It was hard to pull it off with a black woman, but with his bad attitude, he could and had made white women suck his dick, eat his balls and lick his ass, and then he fucked them in all their holes, and watched a whore go wild. Hell, he had even made white men do that shit. It was something he loved, to have the white folks just kneel reverently before him and slavishly worship and praise his black genitals with their hands, mouths and holes. It just felt right. And white folks loved it too. It didn't even take much, to make them start moaning and groaning with pleasure as they slavishly sucked and slobbered away like little, cheap, natural born whores.
Sean had been turning out all sorts of women, from all sorts of races, with all sorts of pussies, asses and faces, in all sorts of places for a good 12 years now. Somewhere along the line, he had fucked a couple of arrogant, player hating, racist white boys in their faces and asses and liked it so much he added it to his repoitre. He had never felt guilty about fucking and using them. He had never desired anything else. His life consisted of working, making money, and breaking whores.
However, lately, he had started feeling like something was missing from his life. It was the something Angie had talked about, the day she had picked them up from the airport, a steady relationship, intimacy, trust, love, affection, children.
Sean was feeling agitated. He began to wonder if Chad was right about him. Did he really want to settle down? Could he settle down at all? He liked Angie, yet he was feeling excited about what he had agreed to do. The thought of fucking the attractive, alluring white wife, excited him immensely.
He could just picture it, taking the attractive, faithful, loving white wife and mother of two, and turning her into his cum slut. He imagined her on her knees, her big glassy hazel eyes shining up at him, as he stuffed her mouth full of his big, black cock, making her go so crazy for it, throwing her mouth at it, choking, gagging on it. Then he pictured her on her hands and knees, bending her fine, pale ass over, as he grabbed her by the hair, spanked that ass and stuffed his big, fat black cock into her stretched asshole.
Sean's cock became hard as a rock and he went crazy with lust. Yet Sean suddenly felt something he had never felt before, he felt guilty. Angie didn't deserve it. She was a good woman, a good mother, and a good wife. She sure didn't deserve it, to be slut fucked.
It was dumb bitches, like the blond masseuse, Bri, that deserved it. His face twisted into a sneer as he remembered her, acting weird and unfriendly just because he was black, and then suddenly drooling all over him when she found out that he was rich ex sports star with millions of bucks and a jet air plane.
As he thought of Bri, a nasty smile crossed his face. He decided the tall, slim masseuse was gonna get it. He would fuck and debase her, and if she was good, he might even take her along to New York, to massage, suck and fuck him whenever he needed to relax.
Instantly, he picked up his phone. She sounded so excited when he called her. He told her he was getting a massage table delivered to his room. She said it was expensive and he chuckled, then she said, "silly me," and chuckled too. He said he needed a massage pronto. However, she wavered for a second. She said she had discussed it with her fiancée and he said he did not want her to do it.
"Tell him you're visiting a girlfriend."
"Can he come along too?"
"No. Listen Bri, I don't have time to waste. You come around in half an hour to my room, you earn 200. You don't, or your bring Rick along, you get nothing."
"I will be there. I mean, I just wont tell him anything. See you soon. And thanks Mr Smith."
"Sean. Please. And I want you in that sweet uniform, alright?"
"O k. Bye-e-e-e Sean!"
Within 3 quarters of an hour, Bri had set up a massage in Sean's bedroom. He got her to have a couple of scotches and share a blunt with him, as she asked him excitedly about the life in New York and all the places he had been.
"You should come visit me up in New York. I'll send you a ticket and I'll show you around."
"What! You would!" she nearly squealed with excitement. Then she sobered up. "I couldn't! I mean, Rick would go nuts."
"Its your life. Just because you're marrying the dude doesn't mean you cant make decisions for yourself. I mean, a beautiful, young woman like you with your talent would make ten times as much in New York. If you are serious about it, you can come up, I'll help you find a nice job, I got contacts. And you can have a place to stay. Hell, I could even help you set up your own place."
"Oh really! I don't believe this!" she gasped.
"Believe you me Bri, with my kind of money, I can make it happen. If I want to. And I want to!"
"Oh thank you so much Sean. Gosh! I don't know what to say!" she looked like she wanted to fall down on her knees and kiss his feet. "This is all happening so fast. I need some time to think about it."
"Take your time."
Bri was slightly tipsy and stoned now. Sean stood up and stretched himself languidly. "I think I am ready for your magical hands now."
"Just lay on the table like the last time, while I change. I mean, I couldn't wear the uniform outside, coz I am off duty today." she said. "You are gonna love my massage today, Sean. I will blow you away!" she said, feeling so excited.
Sean lay back as an excited, enthusiastic Bri gave him a wonderful massage. Bri was feeling very excited as she did his back, arms and legs. The sight of her pale hands on the dark, oiled skin of the black rich man who wanted to take her to New York was exciting her so much. She had never thought about going there. All her future plans had been about marrying Rick and starting a family, in their little hick town.
But now, she suddenly had new perspectives, just because she had gotten to know this rich, wealthy, attractive black man. She was sure Rick would never agree to that. But then, maybe Sean was right, she thought. Why should he have to decide for her. After all, he had referred to Sean as a nigger and said many nasty things. He was just jealous and a racist, Sean was actually really such a nice guy, she thought as she worked on Sean's exciting, dark, muscular legs.
