This continues the story of Maurice and Gina, begun in Broken In By Black Cock parts 1 and 2.
Warning: This story contains Non-Consent, interracial sex, and coerced cheating, as well as reluctant lesbian sex. As always, this is a fantasy, and is not meant to reflect or inspire any real-world attitudes or activities. If any of that isn't for you, please read no further.
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Day 1
"Goddamn girl, you are gorgeous."
Mel tossed back her hair in a cascade of golden curls, flashed a winning smile over her shoulder and winked back at her fiancé.
His words made her feel good. She was too well-bred to ever admit it but there was a part of her that thought -
knew
- them to be true.
Melanie Clyde was 27 years old and in the prime of her beauty. Her best features, she knew, were her legs. At 5' 8" she was taller than most women and the majority of that height came from her long legs, which went up and up and kept on climbing, as one harmless but slightly grotty older man had once told her. They were shapely too, thick and strong - no thigh gap here - but the skin on them was soft and smooth, and she made sure to wear bikini bottoms, short skirts and daisy dukes in summer to make sure they tanned evenly. Above them sat a butt that protruded and jiggled as she walked.
Her belly was tight and flat, the product of a thousand different exercise classes, and her breasts were ample and full, but young enough still that her nipples faced forwards rather than down. Her nipples themselves were short and quick to erect, although she was sometimes self-conscious of her areolas, which she thought might be too wide.
Mel's face was oval-shaped and classically pretty: a C-shaped smile with straight teeth chemically whitened, a narrow nose with the slightest hint of an uplift at the end, and deep, emerald green eyes. She knew she had a good body, but her eyes - her eyes could win hearts and minds. Crowning it all was a mane of golden-blonde hair that grew naturally into curls and turned lighter in the sun.
"Right back at you babe," she called back to David. "Have fun on your work trip, I'll see you in a week!"
It was sunny today. She was wearing a floaty blue sundress cut high up on the thigh, with a sweetheart neckline that showed just enough cleavage. Barely work-appropriate, but they weren't about to fire her. She was on the way there now, she left a little earlier in the mornings than her fiancé, David, who ran his own company so could rock up when he wanted. In truth, he'd needed a bit of help getting the company off the ground, but now he had and it was going gang-busters. Life was good.
Mel was in a great mood as she strode - almost skipped - down the street in dainty summer flats. That would not last.
"Mel! Hey Mel!" She looked around to see who was calling her, and spotted a petite, golden-skinned half-Asian girl waving frantically in her direction.
"Gina, hey!" Gina was her close friend, though she hadn't seen her for a couple of weeks. She'd actually been meaning to call. The last time she'd seen her was at a nightclub, Mel and the others had wanted to leave but Gina was dancing with some guy and wouldn't come with them. So they had - well, not ditched her exactly, but Mel was glad to see she was okay.
"Girl, what's going on? You look great!" Gina did, actually. She was a slighter build than Mel herself, with tiny pert breasts which meant that she could wear any top and slender legs, but she still retained a round ass and narrow waist that gave her a womanly figure despite her skinniness. She was beaming and almost bouncing, which lent her a healthy air, although looking again Mel felt her outfit was maybe a little too revealing for a Tuesday morning. Her pleated skirt barely covered her ass.
"Oh, thanks, you too!" Gina's voice rang like a tiny bell. She walked over to give Mel a tight hug, and Mel noticed a man walk with her. A tall clean-shaven black man, handsome in a slightly intimidating way, Mel found him oddly familiar. "This is Maurice," Gina introduced him.
Rather than hug, Maurice held out his hand. Following his lead, Mel went for the handshake, but instead Maurice raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. Mel laughed. "Old school charm, I like it!"
"So Gina, I am
so
sorry we left you in the club the other night. I don't know how it happened! I hope you got home okay?"
"Oh yeah, not a problem! Maurice got me home."
Maurice - Mel knew he looked familiar. He was the man Gina had been dancing with. That was... a bit strange, that he was here now. Gina had a boyfriend, after all.
Mel noticed something else too. Was he...
touching
Gina? He had moved close behind her, and it certainly looked like his hand had found the small of her back, or maybe even lower. Mel couldn't see fully though, as Gina herself blocked her view, and Gina wasn't reacting at all.
"So, how's Ben?" Mel asked, thinking perhaps she should bring up Gina's boyfriend.
"Ben?" The Asian girl looked confused, as if she couldn't place the name. Mel saw her skirt move slightly. Maurice's hand was
definitely
on Gina's ass! Maybe even up the back of her skirt. It was all Mel could do not to let her jaw drop open, but Gina acted as if nothing was happening at all.
"Oh right, Ben! Yeah, Ben and I broke up. It wasn't working out."
"Oh wow, really? You were telling me just the other week that you were in love..."
"Yeah, funny how things change, isn't it." Mel could tell now, she definitely wasn't imagining it. Gina's skirt was moving, and Maurice's hand was beneath it. He was groping her openly in public, like she was his property. Mel tried desperately not to stare, fixing her eyes on Gina's face. She thought she saw Gina's lips part slightly, her lower lip quiver. Mel felt incredibly uncomfortable.
"Well hey look, it was great to catch up! I've gotta run to work now or I'll be late, but I'll call you soon?" Without waiting for a response, Mel turned to flee the awkward situation.
Gina grabbed the soft flesh of her bare arm. "Actually Mel, we wanted to talk to you."
We?
"We've got something to show you."
As if on cue, Maurice's arm shot out and he held a phone under Mel's nose. She looked down at the screen and what she saw made her stomach drop.
Financial documents, ones she thought destroyed, documenting how she had taken funds from work and invested them in illegal schemes. If anyone ever saw these, she would be fired from work, probably thrown in jail for fraud.
Worse than that, the money she got back had been the capital she put into David, her fiancé's, business. He could lose everything.
"H—how did you...? What do you...?" She couldn't finish a sentence. Her mind was whirring.
Gina smiled up at her as if nothing was wrong. "Come with us. We've got so much to talk about."
"I can't, I have work..."
"Call in sick." Maurice said in a deep voice that had tones of French in the accent. Haitian? "This is more important."
Mel did what she was told.
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As they led her through the streets, Mel got to see that Maurice really was putting his hand up the back of Gina's tiny skirt. It rose up at the back over his wrist so Mel could see everything. Mostly he just seemed to be cupping Gina's asscheek, but occasionally it looked like he would rub between her legs, over her panties, and one time Mel thought she saw a finger slide Gina's thong to the side and slip into her vagina.
They were in the middle of a crowded street, but Maurice did it so nonchalantly, and Gina gave such a good impression that nothing was happening, that no one noticed. Mel thought she saw the glistening of dampness on the inside of Gina's thighs though, so she must be into it. And Mel would never admit it, but the sheer brazen sexuality of it sent a flutter between her own legs.
They reached their destination, which Mel recognised as the apartment Gina had shared with her ex, Ben, but once they got inside, she saw there had been a lot of changes.
African and Haitian art hung on all the walls, in colors of black, green, gold and red. One portrait depicted a Black woman with dark satin skin, full natural hair and exquisite breasts. Looking closer, Mel saw that her arms seemed to be bound behind her back, forcing her breasts forward and upwards.
Another countertop carried a series of hand-carved wooden sculptures in the shape of people. Mel moved towards it to get a closer look, then stopped dead in her tracks, embarrassed. One of the figurines was obviously a fertility symbol - it had an enormous, erect phallus. Carved from ebony, its wooden penis was lewdly, even comically, out of proportion, but it was so lifelike and lovingly crafted that Mel had to avert her eyes to avoid staring.
"Sit."
Maurice had pulled up a chair and pointed at it. He was obviously a man of few words. Mel sat, careful to keep her thighs together and to smooth the hem of her dress down in front of her legs, so as not to give him a flash of her panties.
She decided it was best to go on the offensive. "So how the hell did you get those photos?" She blurted out, before adding: "They're not what they look like, anyway."
Maurice smiled and stepped over to sit opposite, eyes locked on hers. He was definitely good looking; his features smooth and chiseled, but his eyes were cold, like a reptile's, and gave nothing away. Beneath those eyes, he interlaced long, dexterous fingers. He leant forward and his elbows rested on his knees, which were splayed wide open. She wished men wouldn't sit like that, she could see an outline of his package through his slacks. It looked huge. She forced her eyes up to meet his.
"Let us not play games, Melanie. You and I both know the photos are exactly what they seem. And we both know what would happen if anyone saw them.
"You'd lose everything. Your job, and any future career prospects. No one would hire you with that on your record. The IRS would seize all your assets. And you would probably go to prison. Fraud and embezzlement are serious crimes, and I don't think a girl like you would do well in prison."
Mel bit her lip, flustered. So going on the offensive hadn't worked. This man obviously knew what he had. Plan B - minimize. "Oh, it's really not a big deal like that. Sure, I invested some company money. But they were good investments. I skimmed a little off the top, but I returned the money, with interest, even."
And I thought I'd covered my tracks too -
although she didn't say that part out loud. "I doubt my company would even care." That was what she told herself: everyone had made money, nobody had lost out, except maybe the tax man. It was a victimless crime.
Maurice didn't break his gaze. "I think this may be a bigger deal than even you realize. Your...
investments
funded serious crime. Drug smuggling. Terrorism. Human trafficking. I have seen the paper trail. If the wrong person saw those photos, your life would be over."
Mel's stomach twisted. She felt like she was going to be sick.
Human trafficking?
This was insane. Insane.
"How—how did you find out?"
Maurice didn't respond, but looked over at Gina, who had taken a seat beside him. Mel followed his gaze. Gina bit her lower lip. She looked guilty. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly Mel knew exactly what she was going to say. "You told me, remember?"
