This is an interracial story with a touch of black on blond lesbianism. To those critics who just don't like me, please, move on. These stories's are the figment of my imagination, please read them as such and have some fun, please?
Maria Anna Schaefer was stood at the lectern finishing her acceptance speech. She had just been elected the city's first lady mayor. The 40, soon to be 41 year old blond beauty was a real high.
The reason she had won the election was solely down to her stance on drug use and gay rights, she was against both in public, but not against gay rights in private. The defining strategy had been her willingness to 'out' high profile people, be they stars, or celebrities, even political opponents for their drug abuse. Some had gone to jail, some had lost everything, and the public loved it.
Miguel Anderson was stood at the back in the door way waiting to drive her home; her day had been a long one. He had seen off her regular driver with warnings of serious personal hurt if he showed his face again. He had gone to a flash store and tried on the navy blue suit he later went back and stole, the brilliant white shirt too, along with the socks and shoes, his cap had come from the previous driver as he no longer needed it.
The pin in his lapel was her personal tag of recognition for the driver, he had stolen the driver creds, had them reproduced in his titles and he was all set. The envelope was sat on the floor next to the driver's seat, waiting for the commencement of his actions.
He was a large black guy of West Indian heritage, a goatee beard adorned his handsome face, 6ft 4" of rock solid power, but his physical prowess was outweighed by a very agile mind. He could assess almost any situation in a second. And his propensity for turning such situations to his advantage was legendary. And the reason he was here tonight had been one of them.
The lady he as looking at was about to have a bombshell set off right under her elegant feet. She was going to be his ride to the ultimate wealth he had been looking for. He had money and a certain amount of power, but not enough. Mrs Maria Anna Schaefer was going to be his ticket, although for the moment she wasn't aware of it.
Maria Anna Schaefer was an extremely beautiful woman, brash, hard faced, uncompromising, and didn't suffer fools gladly. In fact she didn't suffer them at all, once it became apparent to those around her that she was a winner. Her star rose, she became No 1, and what she said went, only those that were able to keep to her standards remained with her, the others had been discarded.
She was hated and feted in equal measures; she was a good friend, but a terrible revengeful enemy. Maria was what men could never understand or get their thick collective heads around, she was the ultimate beauty in every way, and had a brain as sharp and as intelligent as any man. She was married to a leading national politician. He was tipped as a future leader, and Maria was on his shirt tails, like it or not.
She had two children, Robert who was still a teen and in boarding school, and her equally beautiful daughter Rebecca was at college. Maria stood at five feet nine inches tall and made full use of high heels and piled up hair to good advantage. Her face was her main asset; it was in any ones words astonishingly beautiful, her complexion at forty was still flawless. And it was fully complimented by her lustrous sleek mane of honey blond hair.
She didn't pay much attention to her body, she didn't need to, it kept its perfect shape without any help from her. The only blight in her life was the lack of ample sex, in her position, having an affair was a definite no no. An indiscretion on her part would ruin her life forever. Her husband spent a lot of time away from home, as did she on occasions. But she stayed within the boundaries of her marriage, even if her husband didn't, that was one of the reasons for lack of good sex.
He swung both ways nowadays; he had met a young faggot, a rent boy, and after a night on the wine had tasted the other side, and found he had a liking for it. So now at home he was the epitome of a normal family man, but on the QT he was actively engaging in homosexuality. Thus his sex life at home with his wife had dwindled to almost nothing, he ha never been a very active lover from the start, but now it was almost non existent.
She had chosen him at college, not because of his boyish good looks and charm, but because he had a similar mind to hers, and she knew he would go far. She would show him the way, and being as intelligent as she was, Maria went with him, waiting in the wings for her turn.
And Maria to her credit had got him to the top, or near it, he was nearly there. Then he would go along too. She had remained a steadfastly faithful wife, never once straying from the path of righteousness. She longed for normal sex, good rough house loving, a passionate night, for just once in her life, she thought often to herself, but she knew it would never happen, it wouldn't be allowed to.
She had put up with it for her future; her enforced abstinence was worth the price of sexual frustration. She had a very expensive, very adept rampant rabbit, that didn't use battery's, it was rechargeable. And while it did the trick, it didn't provide the closeness of physical love and contact. But in her lower moments, she would often wonder how on earth he had managed to father two beautiful children, especially Lisa, who was a younger and equally beautiful version of her mother.
Miguel smiled as he watched the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The world could be at her feet, it would be! Maria wrapped up her speech, took the plaudits, and walked though her adoring supporters as they parted like the Red Sea did for Moses. He made his way out to await her. She arrived on the steps, posed for the photo's that would adorn tomorrows papers, and strutted elegantly to her now open rear door of the stretch limo, as Miguel held it for her.
She slid inside, he closed the door, the locks engaging, the tinted windows blocked any more views of her and she laid back, kicking off her shoes and undoing her blouse. She sat there and gloried in her success. Miguel set off to take her on the hour long journey home to her expansive mansion.
He glanced through the glass divider separating her from him. He then glanced at the A4 envelope on the floor next to him. After 20 minutes of driving which got him out of the city and into the country, he reached out and picked it up. He had rehearsed this several times, so that when he got to the appointed spot on the trip, he would be where he wanted to be. It all depended really though on her reactions.
He spoke into the mic above his head. "Mrs Schaefer," he said, I have something of extreme importance that you should see. It is politically explosive and really needs your urgent attention." Then he held up the envelope.
Her interest piqued, she told him to hand it to her, the divider slid down. She took the envelope and opened it. Maria pulled out the contents; he saw her face in the rear view mirror blanche, her mouth drop open and her eyes widen. It was going well, his timing was spot on for the moment.
"What the hell," she gasped. They were photos of her beautiful beloved daughter in bed with another woman, and she was snorting what looked like coke! Both women were naked, the unknown woman had her fingers in Lisa's shaven pussy and the look of pure enjoyment on her lovely face was obvious for all to see.
Maria was absolutely shocked rigid, she couldn't speak, she looked at them all, there were ten of them and all super explicit. Various sexual poses, but it was the drug use that hit Maria. She was the country's leading advocate against drug use, and called for harsher and harsher penalties for those who used it, and those who supplied it.
She looked into Miguel's eyes in the mirror, managing to say.
