Note: This series are just a bunch of stories that I have had on my computer for a while. Some of it is left overs from some other stories I posted and stuff. I am cleaning my computer of porn and making it porn free. And so I thought, heck, why not just round them off and post them. If you don't like them, heck, its OK. But don't talk shit! Bitch, don't make me have to hurt you!
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Chapter 1
"Fuck all these fucking slave names. Cant they at least get their own names!" Mayor Bramble, that old ingrate, cursed, fuming as he hung at the Hotel bar in his hotel in down town LA. The huge, beefy, square jawed, steely gray haired Mayor felt cheated.
Heck, a name was supposed to give you an indication of whom you were dealing with. Take Ahmed Al Hadji, now that was definitely a camel jock. Take Xao Zhiang, now that was a damn red communist or some Asian. And Michael Montgomery, heck that was a good Anglo Saxon name, with heritage and tradition.
Now take Carlotta Martinez, a typical Mexican name, for a typical Mexican maid. Yeah, like his maid, a pretty, alluring illegal alien, that was sucking his cock and giving him the ass and letting him fuck her petite, slim alluring spicy self, a very generous allowance, secretly, of course. His wife knew about it, but hell, she was glad to have her peace from his eager pecker. She didn't make a fuss, always as he kept it discreet and gave her generous presents. Hell Mrs Mayor had even taught the maid how to wash her in the morning when her lazy ass finally woke up. And she would get her pussy and ass licked from the sweet, cat like, spicy little Mexican tongue all day, every day if she so wished. Carlotta might have been a square, prudish Catholic when she first got hired. But she had long realized that for a very generous, tax free salary, a nice room in their big mansion and lots of generous presents, she would have to sacrifice something too.
She had learned her lesson well too. It was about give and take. One had to sacrifice something. But heck, would the people of town be able to make the sacrifice.
But heck, that wasn't the Mayor's point, really. His point was that names usually gave you a clear idea of who were dealing with.
Now, take a name like Michael Montgomery, a multi millionaire, furniture manufacturer, owner of a business conglomerate listed on the NY Stock exchange. Hell, anyone would assume that one such Michael Montgomery was white, with Anglo Saxon roots.
Now, Mr Montgomery had stepped in to save Smithson's, a timber firm, and the biggest employer in town, from bankruptcy on the stroke of midnight, when all had but given up hope. And he was not only saving so many jobs and actually probably the town's very existence, but he was creating even more jobs and bringing in money, with huge investments. That was a great thing for the town.
And definitely, the Mayor had prepared the biggest reception to welcome their guest and savior to town. There would be marching bands, drum majorettes, cheer leaders, fireworks, country bands, even a rodeo, the whole she bang. In fact, it would be like 4th of July, Christmas and a whole gang of festivities put together, just in honor of the illustrious guest and savior of the town.
In fact, Mr Mayor had been looking forward to finally meet Mr Montgomery in person. And after the deal for saving Smithson had been completed, he had been so glad to be the first person from his small timber town to finally fly out to the city of Angels to meet the illustrious man. The meeting with Mr Montgomery had been very pleasing. Not only was he acquiring Smithson's and investing 3 million dollars, to ensure that his booming furniture business would have a secure supply of wood. Mr Montgomery was also setting up several businesses in town, sister companies, that would create many new jobs. As Mayor of a town on the brink of losing its livelihood and probably its existence, Mr Mayor had been ecstatic at getting to know Mr Montgomery's plans.
There was only one catch. Mr Montgomery wasn't no damn Anglo Saxon. He was a black man. And with his businesses, he would be bringing in several black people to town. Which was what he had wanted to talk to the Mayor about.
"Listen man, your town will get rich and grow big. I will see to that. But Mr Mayor, you gotta ensure that everything runs smoothly. I know you are small town, with very few blacks and they don't have shit to say. However, now, rich and influential black people will be coming to town."
"Well sir," the Mayor had said to the confident, rich, powerful black man, with an embarrassed smile. "Folk back home ain't used to rich eh black people."
"But you need my money and the color of it is green. I don't want any racial incidents with the bumpkin town folk. I know it will be difficult at first, but, you see to that, or I will damn well pull my money out and take it elsewhere. See you the day after tomorrow And eh, don't tell anyone that I am black. I wanna see their reaction when I get there. If I don't see a whole lot of surprised faces, I will look for a new Mayor. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir Mr Montgomery sir."
"Are you satisfied with your five star accommodation?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Here is some pocket money, you might wanna go gambling or having fun around town. In fact, Mr Mayor Bramble. Lets hit the town."
Mr Mayor couldn't complain. Mr Montgomery knew how to have fun. The black man had taken him to his spacious residence for supper, served by three sexy, skimpily dressed beauties. Soon, the Mayor was relaxing and forgetting that the guy was black, for Michael Montgomery, or Mike as he preferred to be called, was a relaxed, good natured, charming guy. As they had Cuban cigars and whiskey to wash down their tasty supper, he asked if Mr Mayor liked to get his dick sucked after super. The Mayor got nervous, wondering if the black man was a queer. But his host nodded to the girls, and two of them stripped down to their thongs and high heels and blew both guys as the third fed them grapes and mangoes.
Now, that was the life.
They had both cum, despite Mr Mayor's envy at seeing that the black man had a huge, bigger cock. Then Mike had taken him around town, to some gambling locations and then a top notch strip bar where they got private lap dances and had their dicks sucked again. Heck, to finish it off, Mr Montgomery took the Mayor to a private massage place, where they got erotic massages, which included hand and blow jobs being given by hot, sexy, top notch women. Mr Mayor loved his night out in the city of sin. Mike told him he owned all those places, and might open similar ones in the Mayor's town, to beef up the tourism angle. Of course, only if the law makers and enforcement officials could be depended on to cooperate. The Mayor said no problem, as long as something flowed to them. Hell, he had the whole town in his hand.
