Hello again! It's me, M.D. You know me. I ramrod a large part of a big-time banking operation. In my work, I buy up the worthless. I hire assistants to enhance it or repair it. Then I resell it for an enormous profit. Everybody gets rich, especially me.
It's the same for white women. Yes! I'm a black man. I usually specialize in the beautiful young blondes like Felicity, Sindi, and of course my mainstay, Marlee. I specialize in hot women, but my only fault is I sometime fall for them, too.
One never knows where or when opportunities present themselves. It may be a rumor. It may be something I read in the
Wall Street Journal
or just passing by it on the street.
That's what happened with Alexis. At first glance, she was a hag. She was sitting at a sidewalk café sipping tea. She had stringy brown hair. Her lips were thin. Her face and makeup were a mess. Her eyebrows were uneven. On the asset side of the ledger, she had a nice smile, emerald green eyes, and a shapely - although a bit chubby - body.
My mind was like a calculator. I could pick her up cheap, fix her, and sell her for a profit. Working hot women is much like the housing market - buy 'em, fix 'em, and flip 'em. That was my goal when I sat down across from Alexis. She looked up across at me and smiled. Her eyes made a quick dip to my crotch and up to my eyes. It was then that I could tell she was black curious.
I spent the next two weeks showing up wherever she was. It was mostly sidewalk cafes. She loved to read
Cosmopolitan
. We spoke. It was mostly "Hi!" or "I haven't seen you around?" or "Nice weather, isn't it?"
Then one day I saw her reading
Ebony
. So I walked up to her and asked to sit down.
"I have seen you so often, that I just got to introduce myself," I said. I told her nothing about me. She was eager to talk about herself. I let her talk.
She was married, and we worked at the same building, although for different firms. She frowned when I said I was a banker and trader. That's not unusual. Most people despise bankers. I'm used to that.
"Oh! I know how you feel about bankers. I hate 'em all the way to the bank!" I said. She got the drift of what I was implying. I had money. Hot white chicks all love money.
I made a date with her to have dinner after work.
I had to leave work early to meet Alexis in the parking garage. She usually took the train. Her face told me she was impressed by my gunmetal grey Mercedes.
When I opened the door for her, she stepped in, revealing her lacy top hose and a glimpse of a red thong. She looked up at me with her emerald green eyes and smiled. I smiled back.
Over dinner, she told me she was married to an auto mechanic name Chester. I told her I liked to date white women, and I thought she was very beautiful.
"I'm a little plain as we say. I never grew up around women who took care of themselves," she confessed. She came from a small town in western South Carolina. "I married my high school sweetheart. Now we are here," she said.
I let her talk. The more she talked the more open she became. Then she dropped it on me.
"I always wanted to date a black man. You are the first single black man I have ever met," she confessed. Her face turned red. She was embarrassed to say it.
We dated three more times. Each time she opened up more and more.
"I must confess, Chester and I have been watching porn videos and web sites," she said blushing.
"Oh? Which ones do you like?" I asked like I had never heard this line before.
"Chester, found this
Blacks on Blondes
and
Dark Cavern
."
"Don't those specialize in interracial sex?" I asked, like I didn't know already.
"Yes! Chester and I masturbate while watching."
"That is naughty!" I teased. That was a lie. I love naughty white women.
"I know!"
"I love naughty white women."
"I thought you did," she said blushing.
"What does he say?"
"We talk about this a lot. He wants me to date a black man outside our marriage."
"What did you tell him?"
"I said OK. However, you are the first one I know."
"Did you tell him about me?" I said and raised my eyebrows.
"Yes!"
"What did he say?"
"He was curious, too."
"I must confess that I am very curious about you. You are fresh and different," I lied. Actually, she was just another "house" to flip.
"Thank you! Only, I don't know how to present myself like other women do."
"I know someone who could help you," I said. I was serious. She needed some serious help. I knew a beauty consultant.
"OK!" Alexis sounded excited. Give me your mobile phone number. I will set it up and text you."
"Yes!" she said.
I put my arms around her and kissed her. I made certain that my semi erect penis pressed against her mons pubis through her skirt. I felt her breasts press against my chest. They were firm yet small. I concluded that she was worth fixing up.
***
The next day I got her an appointment.
"I got you an appointment," I texted.
"Great! When? Where?"
I gave her the details and met her in the parking garage. I drove her to the salon and dropped her off.
***
"MD! I'm ready. Come pick me up," she texted.
I walked into the waiting room of the salon and looked around. I didn't see her. I was a little annoyed. I glanced at my watch and looked around again.
"MD! It's me, Alexis!" she squealed.
I blinked. I couldn't believe my eyes! She was a beautiful blonde woman with gorgeous emerald green eyes. Her eyebrows were beautiful. Her makeup gave her a post-orgasmic glow. She threw her arms around me, and we kissed. This time it was a real kiss. She opened her mouth, and I pushed in my wet tongue. Her mouth was wet, also. We walked hand in hand back to the car.
***
When Alexis got home, she found her husband watching a porn video and jerking off. He looked up at her and gasped.
"How do I look?" Alexis squealed! She spun around for him. He kissed and hugged her.
"I'm concerned that we cannot pay for this," he said.
"MD paid for it. Don't worry."
That night they made passionate love, and Chester fell asleep in her arms.
***
Somehow I anticipated that as Alexis got more beautiful, that her white hub would feel left out. So I secretly arranged for him to get a new job as a maintenance consultant at a new car dealership. The added money allowed them to buy a house and move out of their shabby apartment. I even arranged for some sexy swinger "friends" for them. Chester took up the nickname Chas and joined a golf club. It was after my suggestion.
I took Alexis away from her menial job and set her up as a management assistant in a nearby bank. I had another consultant to outfit her in the latest fashions for work and pleasure. Meanwhile, I continued to date Alexis.
Then I started her "Africanization" as I call it. I took her to a hot black club. I had left her strict instructions on what to wear. She showed up wearing a low-riding red mini skirt that stopped just below her cunt. It left some open skin below her skimpy top. On her feet were red patent leather pumps with three-inch soles and eight-inch fuck me micro stiletto heels. She had on lacy topped, white, back-seamed hose.
On the way, I gave her a hit of molly and lit up a joint for her.
The club has a mix of black and white women with black men. We danced. Most of the women were twerking. Alexis watched a man raise a hot blonde's skirt and push his cock in her cunt. He fucked her while she twerked wildly.
Actually, I had to teach her some moves. I taught her to dry twerk. Then I made a motion to a brother. He eagerly broke in. I stepped away and let them dance. Her dance partner turned her around, and she began twerking him. I was amazed how quickly she learned it.
Later, I found her having a drink with another man. She seemed to be enjoying herself. The stage show began. It was Sindi and a big black dude with an 11-inch cock. She danced around a pole. She made some sensual gestures. Then they got down to fucking. Sindi had taken twerking to a new level.
As Sindi performed, I lit a joint and handed it to Alexis. She toked it and exhaled slowly. I pushed a rolled-up $20 to her nose, and she took a sniff of molly. It didn't take long for the drug to bounce inside her head.
We started dancing, and she turned and twerked me. I put my hands on her ass and made the motions. She was good at twerking. I raised her skirt and pushed my cock past her skimpy thong and pressed it against her hot, wet cunt. It entered easily. It took several pushes to get in balls deep. I grabbed a hand full of her blonde hair and rolled it up in my hand. Then I jerked her head back and rammed in. I heard her moan.
"I my god, MD!" she said.
I raised her up and kissed her. I took her back to my condo. I knew my girls would be out working. I put on a hot video of Sindi, Marlee, and Felicity fucking eight black men. I pushed Alexis back against the black leather couch and spread her legs. She was very willing. That night Alexis took a big load of my semen.
***
"Last night was wonderful," she texted the next day.
"It truly was," I responded.
"I really liked twerking."
"You picked it up very quickly."