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Out of Afrika Chapter 53 - Suzi provides a scoop
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Our story thus far…
(For those who have been following this series, you may wish to review Chapter 47 of the Out Of Afrika series, or Cell Phone Chapter 2 before continuing, as there will be references to events from that work. )

Our heroine news reporter, Mrs. Suzi Recreant, had just closed out her nightly newscast by sharing with the viewing public her new pregnancy. It was a development not even her husband Zack knew about, yet. As an employee of Rhino Industries, the conglomerate sought to expand their reach and influence by opening a new and emerging market in Southern California, using the Rhino Industries technology of subliminal mind-control through ultra-sonic audio and visual hypnosis. Suzi had just been transferred to this new TV station, KRMM, after having successfully launched her career by using good investigative skills, and possessing a very high sex-appeal, especially when coupled with the revealing outfits that other divisions in the Rhino Industries conglomerate insisted she wear on-camera.

Thanks to the “Rhino Effect”, which was broadcast through Rhino cell phones, TVs, and in-home appliances, Suzi had also appeared in a number of interracial porn videos, available on the Rhino MultiMedia (RMM) array of channels. Whether it was consensual, or under the Rhino Effect, images of Suzi were well and widely available, and boosting her popularity in this new and emerging market. She just wasn’t aware of it.
It is now a week since Suzi made her joyful announcement, and she was in a twice-daily production meeting with the KRMM staff to settle the details for the upcoming news broadcast.

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“I’m so boooorrred!” I thought to myself, failing to stifle a yawn. The night before’s sleep had been a little restless. I kept tossing and turning, and just couldn’t get into a comfortable position. I was achy and felt icky. I hoped I wasn’t coming down with the flu.

So I sat back in the rear of the conference room, and watched the seemingly endless debate on whose story was more important, had the most impact to the public, yada, yada, yada. It was like sitting there and watching men debate the virtures of penis size. That was for women to discuss, since we tended to have more experience on the subject.
“Hmm… the Church of the Holy Black Staff. I remember that. It might be interesting. A church ideologically dedicated to the acceptance of all races, and in particular the mixing of races. Especially black men and white women. What was that rumor going about back in Hawkesville?” Again, my mind was ruminating as the producers and writers droned on. I had no real understanding why I even had to be there. All I did was smile, look pretty and read the teleprompter, as well as occasionally joke with my co-anchor. Flirting with the sports desk guy was fun. I had heard he had a growing fan-club of female followers, but I could see why. A former body-builder, and runner-up to Mr. Intergalactic Muscles, or something like that. I didn’t care, really, other than his fan club was right. He was devastatingly handsome. If he ever asked me out, I would have a very tough time saying no. He was that masculine, and in my imagination, that virile. He was an ebony God, only not as tall. In heels, I am just about nose-to- nose with him, which would be just fine with me, thank you very much! It would be one of those things my husband would just have to understand.

With a shiver, I went back to what I was supposed to be thinking about. “Hawksville. Oh yeah, the church. What happened behind closed doors? What was it that made the women who went there smile any time they talked about attending church? There were rumors, or course. A spate of wives who had converted to the faith, and in barely heard whispers, a prominent pregnancy or two? That was interesting, certainly. Who the Hell was Bishop Erasmus, and what made him so special?” My eyes had narrowed, thinking about it, and him. But it became a dead-end. I would have to look into it a little further, when time permitted.

My stomach rumbled. Shaking my head, I thought about the irony. I skipped breakfast because I didn’t feel well. Now I was famished, and the very thought of food made me nauseous. I pushed the thought out of my mind, and quickly grew bored again, trying to figure out what they so-called powers that be were going to decide. I let out another yawn. A nap sounded soooo good!

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Suzi sat back and simply watched, as the various writers, the stage director and the producer discussed all of the myriad details of the show. Currently, the big debate was going to be which story would lead the news. The announcement of a new church being ‘planted’ by a new ministry called “The Church of the Holy Black Staff”, or the potential scandal involving the mayor’s wife. An insider at city hall had let it slip that the mayor’s wife had been seen in the arms of a tall, husky black man in a tight, passionate liplock, outside the mayor’s office, all the while the mayor looked on. For Suzi, life was simple. Stand or sit, read the teleprompter, smile, and look pretty. In other words, the buxom redhead just had to be herself.

Suzi sat back and yawned, out of sheer boredom, when an intern burst into the room.
“Hey! Everybody, turn to channel twelve! Right now!” The young girl’s voice was high and excited.
Suzi sat back, and just watched. She was feeling great at the moment. No morning sickness as of yet, and she just felt calm. Whatever it was going on outside the walls of KRMM, it wouldn’t affect her. One of the copy writers reached up and changed the channel, and increased the volume. What Suzi saw made her sit bolt upright, and her eyes blasted wide open!

Her blue eyes were glued to the screen, as she saw one of her competitors interviewing an olive-skinned black man, with a big, ugly scar down the side of his cheek, a flat, broad pug-nose, bulging eyes and yellowed teeth. She recognized him in an instant.

“Yeah, that ho’ news reporter… the one who jes’ tol’ ev’ryone she’ pregnant. I’s the one… I’s the one who put my black dick in her an’ give her mah’ baby!” He ended his words with a wide, toothy grin.

“Oh… My… Gawd…” Suzi whispered out.

In truth, she had no idea who the father was, but had narrowed it down to two possibilities. The man on TV, a convicted felon whom she had been sent to interview about prison life and who had turned the tables on her and managed to bed the ‘hottest white piece of ass ever known’ as he would brag to those still inside with him. Or, it was a young black thug who had managed to seduce her in a weak moment after an argument with her husband, and had fucked her, for there was no other word for it, in her home, standing in her living room in front of the open bay windows, where she was witnessed standing there, hands held back as the black Adonis filled her with his copious cum. All the while her husband stood there watching, under the Rhino Effect.

Sitting back, in utter shock, her red-painted lips open and wide blue eyes just looking at the screen as the man blathered on about how she loved him, and loved being his sexual conquest, and begged to have his c***d. He added he was looking to see her, and would be contacting her in the very near future. The field reporter for the competing TV station, one not part of the Rhino Multimedia conglomerate, was beaming at the story she had just broke, the exclusive of how a highly-regarded news anchor was filled with loose morals, and evidently had questionable credibility. The picture on TV switched back to the anchor desk, with the talking-heads just shaking softly and laughing softly, before moving on to the next story.

It took about four seconds, as the awkward silence deafened the room, all eyes on Suzi as she was just… stultified. She had no idea what to say, what to do, or anything. The silence was blasted away by the booming crash of the door being flung open and senior management bursting in, the station manager along with a few various middling people
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“Suzi! Just what the Hell was that about? What happened?” With all eyes turning to the station manager, he then stopped and collected himself, before quieting and addressing her again. “Are you alright?”

It was typical of management. Ratings and share first, always, and the rest was just detritus to that end. Suzi had, naturally, looked over as the door crashed open.

“I… I think so.” She spoke just above a whisper.

Her mind was reeling with the man’s words, and the implications. Was she now damaged goods? Was her career suddenly over? What about her marriage? She knew all about her husband, along with his predilections, and she supposed he knew some of her proclivities. But she hadn’t yet told him she was pregnant, and there was a near-zero chance he was the father. She knew that, of course, and had hoped to break it gently to him, once he made his way to join her at her new location. She sat back in the hard plastic chair, and a tear started to leak from the corners of her eyes. She looked to her bosses.

Despite the entire building being wired and furnished with Rhino electronics, there was no radiating signals in Steven’s office. Mr. Botha, the president of Rhino Industries, wanted the man’s thinking head to be clear and able to make sound decisions. Just in case there was an emergency. Like now. Taking a deep breath and exhaling through her nostrils, she folded her hands in her lap, bracing herself for the oncoming slaughter. She was sure her career was going to have a bad day from this.

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“Am I fired?” I had to ask.

The station manager, named Steven, shook his head. “I don’t think so. In fact, I don’t have that authority anymore, since Rhino bought us out. That comes from Hawksville. But I am sure they will have questions. So let’s talk in my office. I need to know the story on this…” He then paused for effect. Looking about the room, he surveyed the rest of the attendees, pausing for effect. “The whole story… For the rest of you, get off your asses and start figuring out a way for us to get ahead to this. I want us on the 5:00 PM, with a response. Get moving.”

The room burst into a frenzy of activity as I was leaving the room, following Steven to his rather plush office. Once inside, the air conditioning made my skin pucker with goosebumps, and my nipples rise and become hard gumdrops atop my D-sized melons. One of the things that made me so popular with male viewers was my body. I knew that. I was literally built like a Playboy model, with a pert, taut bubble butt, and a chest that men drooled over and women wanted to have. Even though I was of a petite stature, my 4-inch stilettos gave me the height I needed to be respectable, and made my legs seem even longer. To some of the stage crew I would overhear, I was, in all regards, a personal fuck-fantasy woman for every male viewer in our market, social media, and if the rumours were true, pretty much every channel Rhino Industries owned. Every male, young and old, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, and any other combination wanted to have me, or at least fantasized about it. My perfectly coiffed auburn hair, dazzling smile and contrasting blue eyes just accentuated my perfect hourglass figure. It was one of the benefits of being the daughter of a Playboy Playmate of the Month.

I was wearing one of the Rhino Store’s new outfits, a one-shoulder black satin bodycon dress, that was hemmed about an inch below my butt-cheeks, with a d****d cleavage that hung below my breasts and showed a lot of side-boob. The shoulder was tied in a bow with very long tails that hung down my back to the hem of the dress. A small tug on the tails would drop the dress to my waist in short order, revealing what the thin satin failed to hide anyways, in this case my rock-hard nipples, and the rest of my breasts, rather than just the sides of my girls. It was a perfect dress for clubbing, intended for women who were not yet married, or were married and wanted to rekindle that marital spark. Or, I suppose, even that extra-marital spark?

Taking a proffered seat on the couch in the man’s office, I daintily crossed my legs, and tried to pointlessly tug the hem of the dress lower. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so I wouldn’t display any panty-lines.

“Suzi…” Steven began. “Do you really know this creep?”

I nodded. “Yes, from a feature I had to re-shoot in Hawksville. I did a story there, on prison conditions and how they were treating black inmates versus white ones. Evidently my story sucked, and I had to go back and re-shoot it. I can’t say the story was a favourite of mine, though in some circles, I heard it is highly regarded. Evidently Mr. Botha found it very favourable.”

I didn’t know that the dalliance that had resulted from the story had been edited into a feature-length interracial porn movie, and had made Rhino Industries a pretty penny in pay-per-view streaming media on the Rhino Multimedia porn channels. I knew the channels existed, but had never watched them. I also didn’t realize that the thug convict had succeeded in impregnating me. Not until a few days ago, when I went to the doctor because I had been feeling ill. But there was little doubt, as the results had been handed to me at the end of my broadcast. I then knew, as did the rest of my viewers, that I was with c***d. But until this moment, who the father was remained a mystery. It would be, until paternity was confirmed.

Steven sat there, and pondered the moment and the scoop, and all of the implications. “For now, Suzi, tell me what you know of this guy. Is there any chance he is making all of this up?”

I grunted. “I wish. I mean, we all know I am pregnant. But I not sure he did it. I had another man, back just before I left Hawksville, and I was thinking it might have been him. I mean, my husband just stood there and watched as the guy humiliated me in our front room, with the windows open and any neighbour able to take a peek. He watched as the guy had me, more than once, and left me there.” I twisted my lips in thought for a moment.

“Oddly…” I looked aside as chewing my inner cheek for a moment. “Oddly, it felt like it was okay to do that, and let him have me. It was weird. But to this day, I have no idea who that guy was, or where I could find him.” I shrugged. “I guess this makes me a real slut or something doesn’t it?” I looked up to him with a nice pair of Bambi eyes. A gaze that could get a door opened for me, or a stranger to buy me a drink, or my husband to do pretty much whatever I wanted him to.

Steven sat back as he listened and then looked up at the ceiling. Taking his own deep breath, he then replied. “Your personal life is none of my business, Suzi…” he began. “The bigger question is how to we handle this, and what do you want to do with it? This is, after all, your story. Your life. For now, I will back you in any way I can. Unless someone from Rhino Corporate says something, we will deal with this locally. The question is…” He was cut-off by a hard rasp at the door, followed by an excited young intern, and another staffer.

“Boss, we have it! We have the answer!” She was announcing excitedly.

Both Steven and I looked at the woman, expecting her to go on. When she didn’t, I spoke first.

“I would like to hear your brilliant solution, please.” My normally soft tone was a bit agitated. I was stressed, and even worse, was starting to feel really nauseous.

“We not only acknowledge the guy’s statement, we invite him in and thank channel 12 for finding him for us! We tell everyone we had been looking for him, and couldn’t locate him, so they did us a service! This takes the story and pretty much kills it dead. It isn’t a scandal anymore, it is a reunion, and we can film that, and put it out there, and then maybe use Suzi’s pregnancy as a way to grow a sense of community around her.”

The intern stopped to finally take a breath. “Just out of curiosity, who in the Hell are you? Do you even work here?” Steven blurted out.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. My name is Anne Alexander, and I’m a journalism student at the state college. I’m an intern in the newsroom.” Steven’s question reminded Anne of her place, which was at the very bottom of the pecking order. She then continued more demurely.

“So the idea is that we have Suzi share her pregnancy as maybe weekly updates. How she feels, how the baby is progressing. Show her baby-bump, once she gets one. Let the public see her ultrasounds, and share in this glorious event! Having babies is a celebration, so let’s celebrate!” Anne had started to skyrocket in her enthusiasm again.

“Tell me…” I asked. “Were you ever a cheerleader in high school?”

Anne beamed as she struck the well-practiced pose a pom-pom girl would hold for pictures. “I made varsity as a sophomore. Does it show?”

Rolling my eyes, I replied. “Only a little. So let me ask, Cheerleader Anne, do I get a vote in any of this brilliant idea of yours? I mean, it is only my pregnancy we are talking about. I hadn’t even told my husband yet. I am pretty sure he is going to have a stroke over this. And that would only be the beginning.”

Anne’s face fell, for she hadn’t considered the consequences, but then, being only nineteen, consequences were not her strong suit. She had only recently begun what might be a serious relationship with a handsome black football player on the college football team, a middle-linebacker, and she was quite infatuated. “But it’s a good idea…”

Steven looked to me and gave a questioning look. It would have to be my decision. One of the few I would make at work and not be under something I was unaware of, the influence of the Rhino Effect. My eyes went from the excited face of Anne, to the apprehensive one of my boss, to the ceiling as I leaned back and tried to think it all through.
Sitting there for long moment, I had two concepts wrestling in my mind. One was the dilemma of this thug convict, and the other was the battle with growing nausea.

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She then bolted upright, eyes wide, and lunged towards the trashcan next to Steven’s desk, on all fours, as she vomited directly into it. She didn’t care that she was exposing herself, she just needed a place to hold her Technicolor yawning.

“BUUUURRRAALLLLPPHHHH!!!” Her soft voice uttered gutturally as she expelled the contents of her stomach. She then leaned back on her heels, holding onto the trashcan rim for support. Looking up, she tried to apologize.

Like a real friend, Anne dropped to Suzi’s side and helped hold her hair back, and gently rubbed her back. “It’s okay... you’ll be allllright…” she cooed softly.

“Steven, I am so so—BLUUURAALLLPHH!” she then expelled what little was left in her stomach. She stayed hunched over and spit into the soiled can. After a moment, Steven came around, and started to also gently rub her back to comfort her. Of course, he did take along moment to admire Suzi’s display of her butt, and her trimmed garden. The man was her boss, but he was still a man. After a few long moment, she raised herself to her heels and slowly shook her head. “Damn.” She then looked to her boss. “Sorry.” She meekly offered, her face a tad pale.

Steven, for his part, instead of getting upset, gently helped Suzi back to the office sofa, and then went to his desk to get her some tissues to clean up.

“Wow! That was perfect!” Anne exclaimed. Everyone looked at the young, blonde intern as if she was retarded. “Let’s have Suzi with a barf bucket on set with her, and she can let the viewers share in her misery! What better way to build a sense of belonging than letting others suffer with her?”

Steven started to glare at Anne. “Get the FUCK outta’ my office! I will deal with…”

“No… wait…” Suzi softly spoke, her voice still shakey.

Everyone then looked at Suzi, including Anne, who was belatedly realizing her commentary and ideas were crossing a line. She had flashes of her career being over before it was even started.

“I think she may be right, in a way.” Suzi paused to wipe her lips and chin carefully. She’d have to go back into make-up before her next broadcast.

“There is no way to stop the story, so it is best we embrace it, and make it part of a larger story, in this case, the newly pregnant news anchor. This takes the steam out of channel 12, and lets us shift the focus in a more positive, controlled manner. Hell, it might even get us more ratings and market share.” She took a deep breath. “I guess I can take one for the team.”

Inwardly, Anne felt a wave of relief. She had finally figured out she could have just been fired on the spot, and Suzi was literally saving her ass.

“Alright, Suzi, if this is what you truly want. I’ll get Corporate to buy off on it.” Steven nodded.

“But I have a couple of stipulations…” Suzi cut-in. “One, I want Anne as my intern. I’m gonna need an assistant as the baby gets bigger, and she seems to be a good out of the box thinker.” She looked to Steven. “I need to get my husband out here. His transfer has been delayed, but I need him. It is not fair to him, or my marriage to keep him away like this. Lastly, I need to meet this guy. Hell, I don’t even remember his name, but if he truly is the father of my c***d, then I need to settle some things with him.” She paused to look at Anne. “Cameras will not be included for this.” Suzi rarely made demands, commands, or gave orders. But this was one of them.

“Fine.” Steven said. “I’ll handle it.”

He then looked to Anne. “Congratulations. You’re now her slave. Don’t screw it up.” He ended with a growl towards Anne. Had it not been for Suzi, she would have been escorted out of the building without her credentials in about an hour.

Anne nodded, and then smiled brightly. “Yessir.” Looking to Suzi, she asked. “So what can I do for you?”

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Zack had been at work, mindlessly correlating numbers on a few ledger sheets, when his phone rang.

“Zack Recreant…” he answered. Then his face went pale. He nodded. “Yes’m, right away.” He had been summoned to the HR department. Bad things tended to happen there.

After clearing his desk of work, he turned off his desk lamp and made his way up, and into the glory of walls with windows. Zack, being a low-level accountant was not afforded such a luxury. His windowless world was a small office, with a locking file cabinet and a locking door. This one small acknowledgement of his skill-set was that he had a door that locked. From time to time, he did handle documents that were deemed ‘corporate-sensitive’, so he had to be able to secure them. But the lighting was a harsh, blue-white fluorescent with aging bulbs that flickered every so often.
It wasn’t as if Rhino Industries couldn’t afford it. They most certainly could afford a new building that gave everyone a window, and efficient, comfortable lighting. Oskar Botha was nothing if not also a shrewd businessman, and the bottom line of the corporation showed it. But Zack’s office was not for his comfort, it was to remind him of his place.
Combined with the Rhino sound system that gently pumped subliminal audio into his office, indeed, most of them, Zack’s work environment was a reminder of what he was becoming. A white man in a growing black-influenced world.

Rhino Industries was the brainc***d of a man who had suffered as a c***d, from racial discrimination, to financial discrimination, to even being denied educational opportunities. He had the aptitude for it, but the schools were not well-integrated back then. So he was often excluded, a fact that further embittered his determination to rise above, and put his race where he believed it should be. Atop the social, economic, and even political systems. Mr. Oskar Botha was well on his way, and after being briefed on the news of one of his favoured acquisitions, Mrs. Suzi Recreant, he took the KRMM station manager’s advice to heart, and set the wheels in motion to transfer the otherwise career-frozen accountant to where his wife was. It would be interesting to see how he reacted to the news his lively, vivacious, ravishing white wife was carrying the c***d of a black ex-convict. Too bad Suzi was forbidding cameras. Then he snapped his finger.

“Of course!” Then he picked up the phone to the Technical Advancements Group, and laid out what he wanted.
Entering the HR office, the lady seated behind the desk, a very pretty and statuesque black woman named Aisha, gestured the man to have a seat. “Zack, I have good news for you!” She smiled. Zack almost collapsed in his chair, when Aisha was done. It was good news, finally, but he didn’t relish what he was going to have to tell his neighbour and ersatz boyfriend. Their affair was over, as he was leaving for San Diego and a reunion with his wife! Plus he only had a week to get everything packed up and on the move. But they would still have that night…

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That night, with the TV on, Zack was getting dressed for his last dalliance with his neighbour, Tony. In the past, they had sort of traded off in who was going to be, well, the girl, and for this time, it would be Zack’s. Tony’s wife had changed their internet provider months ago, and the new Rhino wireless internet router allowed them to watch a host of new Rhino-inspired channels. Coupled with a new Rhino Industries television, Harold and his wife were graced with Rhino sub-audio binaural beats that helped their sub-conscious embrace the messages and goals for Rhino Industries, or more specifically, Mr. Oskar Botha.

Tony’s wife, Wendy, was already having an affair with the black man who installed their internet, and would come by two to three times per month to ‘tune up’ the hardware. More specifically, it was tuning up Wendy, and leaving her not only sated in ways Tony never could, but his prowess also was impacting their marital relations. Tony got to bed his wife once per month. Maybe. But that wasn’t to say he was doing without. That was where Zack came into his life.
The Rhino Effect was taking white men and using small frequency differences, altered their perceptions and behaviours, and after a while, even was affecting their preferences. Zack had been under the influence much longer than Tony had. As such, he was much more prepared, and had a much larger wardrobe of clothing he was able to buy from fetish sites, as well as hidden pages of the Rhino Fashions website. Pages only found if the correct listener was listening while perusing the web. Zack had become an avid internet porn user, and their Rhino Industries-provided equipment had his mind well-conditioned. He wasn’t really aware of it, but he had watched his wife starring in several interracial porn movies. He had found, in particular, ones in which Suzi was featured as the recipient of several black street thugs having her in a stairwell, and one where she was in an alleyway, beset upon by several homeless black men to be the most enticing and arousing.

Entering his bedroom, he turned on the TV, and selected the Rhino Sissy-porn channel. He found the music and accompanied grunts and growls of the two on screen fornicating particularly arousing. The Rhino Effect, of course, blasting away at his subconscious. In Zack’s mind, as he dressed for his final ‘date’ with Tony, he was going to go ‘all the way’, and without ‘birth control’. In short, while Tony and Zack had their romantic liaisons, one or both of them had always used a condom. Tonight, however, Zack, aka his alta-ego, Nikki, was going to take what Tony delivered into his body, making passionate love to ‘her’ boyfriend. He took the time to shower and use a depilatory cream to remove all of his body hair below the neck, and drew on his favourite lingerie, a pink strongly-boned corset with padded bra-forms, and strapping for his stockings. Drawing out matching hosiery, he fastened them on, and made sure everything was smooth and wrinkle-free. He was a bit disappointed that his back-seamed pair had to be thrown out, but the run they got from his last tryst made them unusable.

Thumbing through his wardrobe, which had grown considerably since Suzi had moved out, he selected a dress that fit him at once fully, and yet was risqué. The asymmetrical cut of the pastel- pink dress rose to his butt-cheek on one side, while the other d****d to his knee. There was no cleavage showing from this dress, as the high collar fastened at his neck. After applying his rather bimbotic-style makeup, he then donned his long brown wig, brushing it carefully, so the long locks flowed down mid-way between his shoulder blades. With pale concealer and a light powder, he easily looked several shades lighter, and with pink blush and bright pink lipstick, he did manage a semblance of a bimbo, if one was far enough away, the light was dim enough, and one had perhaps dulled their senses with alcohol or something stronger, Zack, now Nikki, would pass for at least a glance of a woman.

Tony had no such difficulties in his own preparations and shortly after his wife told him she was going out for ‘drinks with her girlfriends’, he was able to knock on Nikki’s door, and start their date. Aroused by the sights and scent of his girlfriend, Tony had Nikki kneeling on all fours, in front of the television, replaying live what they were seeing on the screen. Including the portion where the ‘girl’ was inseminated.

It was with a long, sad good-bye that they kissed at the door, with Tony returning home, while Nikki fell to her bed, and started sobbing, while the Rhino effect played on. Only now the vibrations were slightly different.

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Suzi was in her office, reading the latest in news feeds, as the radio played softly in the background, her new cell-phone gently displaying a mesmerizing cascade of colors. She hadn’t felt this comfortable in days, not since she had been blind-sided by the news that the potential father of her c***d was out of prison and looking for her. Her new aide, Anne, had come to the rescue with a way to stop the potentially embarrassing scandal dead in its tracks, by flipping the story into a personal feature, and having Suzi sharing her personal life with her new market. Initially, she had absolutely forbid news cameras at their first meeting. She had no idea what to expect, and her memories of Jewan were conflicted. She remembered him, alright. A giant of a man, six-foot six, and built like a hulk. A man whose muscles had their own muscles. A man who had spent years in prison, and had the disposition of a menacing bull. Years of anger and frustration and loneliness had transformed Jewan, or Big J as he was called in prison, into the dominant force of a man, and one capable of inflicting great damage if he felt like it. Frankly, she was scared of him. She had been stupid to do the story before. Going into his lair, and be manipulated to his bed, with nothing but a smile to protect her? Just dumb. Now she was carrying a baby. Most likely his, and he wanted to meet with her. Why? Was she more than just a piece of ass to him? A meal-ticket now that he was outside? Did he want to assert his parental rights? What about her husband? How would Zack take this news?

All of these questions had been flying about her head for the last two days, until she was given a new phone and some down-time. This phone was a new model, said to be water-resistant and nearly impervious to damage. That was a good thing, as Suzi tended to destroy her phones with a frightening regularity. So she sat in her office, feeling more comfortable. After several staff-meetings and some phone calls, Anne had managed to get in touch with Jewan and set up a meeting. It would be a neutral site location, and since KRMM was paying for it, a suite at a four-star resort was rented. They would have several days to sort things out. As for Suzi’s initial refusal for cameras? Anne, herself, was instrumental in opening Suzi’s mind to the idea, and then her new phone did the rest. As Suzi ruminated on the possibilities, she became more and more comfortable to have the meeting recorded. Cameras would be okay. Her cell phone and the radio kept playing the soft vibrations and beautiful and colourful displays, as Suzi moved onto the next item on her agenda.

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The suite was quite opulent, and featured a king-sized bed, a large bathroom with separate dressing area, a small conference table, wet-bar, overstuffed chairs and other furnishings appropriate for so special of a venue. The station had even provided new Rhino Industries electronics, from clock radios to the two large-screen TVs. Both of which were on, and displaying the myriad of colours that Suzi, and others, found calming, soothing, and even arousing. A bucket held a bottle of champagne chilling in ice, and fresh flowers adorned the room. Two cameramen were setting up their cameras in perfect positions. Aimed one way, they could record the initial meeting and the conference table. Turned around, they would have a two-angle view of the bed, including an upshot from the bottom and a great side-view. Unknown to Suzi, there were also a few hidden cameras positioned at the request of Hawksville, the Rhino Industries headquarters. This event would be well-covered.

The day had dawned bright, and Suzi was in the dressing area, trying to find the right attire for her meeting. The local Rhino Shop, a new outlet for fetish-wear, costumes, and in-particular interracial videos, all in a new, high-tech location had furnished a line of clothing for Suzi to wear, in keeping with her contract. Rhino provided it, she wore it on camera, and she got to keep it. Clean, well-lit, warm and welcoming, the specially trained staff was eagerly attentive to the clientele, both male and female. After perusing perhaps a dozen outfits, she finally selected a champagne satin wrap-dress, the ties ending in a long-tailed bow at her waist, while the side-cutout went from the ankle-length hem to her hip. The bodice was silky soft and shiny, with a front crisscrossing that showed her cleavage down to her ribcage. With the narrow strapping to hold the whole thing up, only a small portion of her breasts were covered, showing cleavage, side-boob, and with the thin material, even the outlines of her areolae and nipples. The outfit was completed with matching satin ribbon-tied sandals that wrapped tightly above her calves, with a 4-inch heel. The outfit was designed to show a woman’s assets, and preclude any undergarments, which meant Suzi was wearing even less than the first time she met Jewan.

“I hope he is better behaved than last time.” Suzi commented to Anne.

Shrugging, Anne replied. “I dunno. He seemed nice enough.”

“So what is it he wants? Did he say anything?”

Anne shook her head. “Not even. He just wanted to know when and where. He didn’t even care about transportation or anything, though we are sending a car for him. Once he gets here, it’ll be the two of you, me, and the two cameramen.” She looked studiously over Suzi as the news anchor stood up and examined herself in the full-length mirror. “Yep, you look great. Guys will be drooling over you.” She ended with a giggle. Then she interjected. “Oh! And I forgot to mention. He is staying here for the duration. And he wants to meet your husband.”

“Excuse me?” Suzi asked incredulously. “He wants to meet my husband? What the Hell for? This has nothing to do with him!”

Again with a shrug, Anne replied. “I dunno, Boss, but he was quite emphatic about it. I told him that such a meeting was not possible today, but in the future we would work it out. He seemed to accept that.”

Suzi looked closer into the mirror and checked her flawless makeup, and gave the slightest of touches to her hair. “We’ll have to see what Zack has to say about that.”

Anne’s phone chimed with a text, and she looked up and announced. “He’s here. Ok, everyone, it is show time!”
Suzi stood in the middle of the room, her heart pounding.

******
I was standing there, in the middle of the room, my heart pounding, feet together and hands clasped in front. I was aware of so many things. The room, the cameramen, my dress, and how revealing it was. If anything, I felt even less-dressed than our last encounter. Sometimes I really regretted the deal I had made with the network. They were making in tons of cash, and all I got was a stupid wardrobe. One that was exposing more and more of me at that.
My morning sickness had also been tamed for the day, it seemed. I had a pattern. Puke in the morning, eat breakfast, or actually lunch, given my crazy work schedule, and get to the office where I would puke again. After that, a light meal and I was usually good for the rest of the day. Unless I took a nap. Those were problematic and tended to give me late-night ‘morning sickness’. I had an appointment to see my new OB/GYN about all this, but it wasn’t for another week.

My mind was rushing through our last encounter, Jewan’s sexual prowess, his cleverness, and his sharp intellect. His towering over me, even when I was in heels, and his physique. Tall, chiseled, and lean, with oily skin that was dark as coal. He had a face for radio, as we would say in the station, about particularly unattractive people, and though he was reasonably dressed when I saw him on our competing TV channel, I could not get the image of him wearing the orange and red jumpsuit out of my mind. I also could not get the memory of his manhood out of my body. I was also feeling a warmth inside me, and I was pretty sure I was growing sexually aroused just by thinking of him, and those memories. I had an involuntary shiver as there was a soft knock at the door. Anne went to let him in.

“Hi, Jewan…” I started out, offering my hand as if to shake in a professional manner, rather than greeting a former lover.

He wordlessly brushed my hand aside and closed in on me, until I was nose-to-chest, and his fingers reached for my chin, where he then lowered his face to mine, and said hello with his tongue. It lead the charge to open my mouth, and we kissed deeply. The kiss was so dreamy! A long, deep slathering of his tongue past my teeth and across my own, as I tried to automatically return the kiss, his mouth dominating mine at the outset. My hands went to his massive biceps, and could not help squeezing the man’s dark flesh, a complete contrast to my almost alabaster-white skin. My perfectly manicured nails screamed loudly in fire engine red and I held onto him as he bent forward, and wrapped his arm about my waist. I started to emit a soft purr in his kiss, my arms falling back, while his tongue licked around my lips, my teeth and my gums, even under my tongue. He was searching my lips thoroughly, as if checking for weapons. It made me melt.

His free hand started to rove my body, sliding over the silky soft satin, until he found the side, hip-high cut-out, and he reached inside it, and down the back of my thigh. I could not help but lift my leg and let him hold me, knee high, as my gown slid more open to him, exposing my bareness underneath. My eyes softly closed, my mind went into the la-la land of passion and pleasure, with images of his cock, as it slid into me in his prison cell, and my imagination of his semen pushing his swimmers to attack my egg, relentlessly battering it, until the one single gamete was able to penetrate it, as his cock had penetrated me, and started the most basest of biological functions, human reproduction. My hips started to rock against his pelvis, and I felt his fingertips reach to my petals from behind my thigh, making my soft voice mew. We were still in that long, single kiss, and had gotten ready to fuck in less than perhaps two or three minutes. I wasn’t completely sure. But a voice interrupted us. That was probably a good thing, because I found I could not help but to give myself to Jewan in that moment.

“Ahem”. It was Anne. “I’m sorry… but we DO need to get some preliminaries?” She was trying to be polite. Me, I was just lost, and Jewan was just trying to get laid.

The kiss broke, and Jewan set me back upright and more poised, but holding onto me as I recovered.
“Oh, yes... of course. I-I’m sorry, Anne.” I then looked up to Jewan’s face. “Can we sit and talk a moment?”

“Yeah.” His baritone replied, and he ushered me forward, though his hand never left my ass until it was time to sit.
I took my seat, crossing my kegs, allowing the satin gown to d**** open. I was showing a lot of leg. All the way over my hip, in fact! Viewers would plainly see I wasn’t wearing anything under the dress, anywhere. My stiletto sandals gleamed in the camera lighting, along with my anklet. It had a small black spade symbol on it, dangling with every move of my foot. Anne told me it accessorized me well, along with the necklace. It was a stylized ‘S’, gold but with a black in-lay. I thought it means ‘S’ for Suzi. I later found out that it might not have been exactly correct. Taking a deep breath, I poised myself and looked the man straight in the eye, before speaking in my normal, soft, composed voice, though my slight Southern lilt was peeking out.

“Jewan. Thank you for reaching out to us. I am glad you found a way to find me.” I began my scripted dialogue. This wasn't an actual news story, we were talking about my life, so I felt I could have a little leeway with journalistic accuracy. “But now that we have met, I think we should discuss a few things about you, and your intentions.”

“My intentions? ‘Bout what?”

I let a finger draw on the polished wood table, the perfectly manicured nail making a slight scratching sound and I had to look down for a moment to steel myself. On top of all this, I was nearly boiling with morning sickness. I felt my stomach rumble slightly. I was getting really nervous, just being in front of him again. How could a man such as he just dominate me so? How could he do it so quickly? He never once threatened me, or harmed me. Yet here I was, feeling almost afraid. I looked up to him, my blue eyes shining.

“Well… what could be our c***d, for starters. I mean, there is a chance you aren’t the father. I’m not sure if you were aware of that. For that matter, I don’t know if you were aware I am pregnant.” I pursed my blood-red glossy lips as I finished.

After along moment, where he sat impassively, he replied. “I wasn’t positive. But I figgered you was. You was horny as Hell, an’ I figgered you wasn’t getting any at home. Ain’t many women who been wid’ me who doan’ get babies.”

“So let’s assume, for now, that you are. I am sure you are being told your rights as the father?”

“Not so far…” he grunted. “But you are helpin’ me learn. I guess I needs a lawyer.”

My eyes closed softly, as I groaned inwardly. Was I really that stupid? Was I giving him information he didn’t know? Now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, had I just tipped him off to a way he could insert himself into my marriage? Then I felt my stomach lurch.

‘Uh-oh!” I softly exclaimed, and my eyes went wide as I frantically scanned for a trash can. I bolted from the chair, only to have Anne dart in front of me, holding a large basin. “BBBLLLLLAAALLLLLRRRRPPHHHH!!!”

Anne was being true to her job and helping me hold my hair back, and uttered soft encouragement. For the moment, I didn’t give a shit about Jewan. Later, in viewing the daily footage, there was one angle showing me bent on hands and knees, face down over what had been decorated as ‘Suzi’s Barf Bucket’. The other showed Jewan just appreciating my ass from behind. My gown had exposed my legs to my thighs as I was on all-fours, and it would have taken next to nothing to expose me to him. Or for him to decide to mount me and enjoy my matron-hood. Fortunately, due to FCC standards, all except the first seconds of my hasty departure from the table would be edited out. But of course, I would have to explain what happened later.

After a few minutes, when some color returned to my face, I resumed my seat and rearranged myself. Anne touched up my lipstick, and we continued.

“I’m terribly sorry, Jewan, morning sickness has been getting the better of me. I am guessing it may be another month before it goes away.”

Offering a dismissive wave, Jewan offered. “Ain’t no thing. I seen worse.”

I thanked him with a soft smile and nod. “Thank you. Now, where were we?”

“You was tellin’ me my rights.”

Damn, right back into the frying pan
.
“Well…” I began. “If it turns out you are the father, then I certainly would not try and deny you those rights, regardless of how the c***d was conceived. The baby is an innocent person, and I would want him or her to have the best c***dhood possible. You would, of course, have visitation.”

He started to look me over, tilting his head as his eyes started to undress was little I was wearing. I was pretty sure he was growing aroused. “What about your husband? I seen that ring the moment I met you. He gives me troubles, I’s gonna’ give him some.” His voice was darker, and he leaned forward.

I lifted my hand up to try and assuage him. “Relax, Jewan, he won’t give you any trouble. When he gets into town, I will arrange for the two of you to meet, so we all can come to an understanding. It’ll be fine.”

He narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then he nodded as he rose to his feet. Thinking the meeting was concluding, I rose similarly, standing before him with my hands gently clasped in front of me. “Thank you Jewan, for being so adult about this and not being difficult.”

It only took one step for him to close the gap between us. I stood my ground. I most definitely did not want to give my viewers the impression I was afraid of him. Anne had turned on some soft music, and the cameramen made some small adjustments, re-aiming the cameras and other technical stuff, before Anne ushered them from the room, closing herself out the door behind them. The door shut with a loud snick. It was just Jewan and I now.

He reached for me and drew me to him, placing a hand on my head and drawing my face to his, as his frame leaned forward, and making mine go back, until I was off-balance and in his arms. He was the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground. Our eyes met, and he beheld my eyes, my soul somehow baring to him. When he lowered his lips to mine, they met no resistance, and he kissed me. My lips parted for him, and his tongue invaded mine, and he began to lick and feel my gums, my teeth, everywhere. His tongue delved under my own, and I found myself mewing as it was at once pleasurable and somehow captivating. His kiss, a simply kiss, was delving deeper into my mind than if his fingers had reached through my vagina and caressed my soul. My arms felt weak, and fell back, limp, as the kiss went on, and I began to really return the lashing of our tongues. I was no longer into the story, into the father of my baby, I was into him. I was finding myself falling more and more under his spell, or under his power. However it was called, he was claiming me, and it started with a simple kiss.

I don’t really remember the kiss ending, but I somehow was back on my feet, my hands on his arms, as I looked up to him. I was a little woozy, as so powerful a kiss can make a woman. He had definitely taken my breath away.
I could hear my heart thumping as I found myself nose to chest with the hulking man. I slowly looked up, my eyes meeting his. Nothing was said for a long awkward moment. Just silent communication, perhaps on a subconscious or even biological level. I felt him ever so close, and I could feel his body heat as I swallowed nervously. I don’t think a sheet of paper could have fit between my hardened nipples and his chest, we were that close. My hands fell to my sides, and shortly after, his left arm reached around my waist, and pulled me to him. I uttered a soft grunt, but said nothing.

His right hand began caressing my side, along my breast, feeling the uncovered side of my boob, and then trailing down my chest, his fingers delicately feeling my ribcage. Still, my eyes were locked on his. I was afraid to speak, to give him what I think he wanted. Scratch that, what I know he wanted. Me. I just wasn’t thinking I wanted him to have me. His fingers continued to trail down my side, under my bare arm, until he reached the slit of my gown. His next movement made me gasp, softly.

I felt his strong fingers, caressing my body so delicately, slide around my front, and under the gown. Of course he knew the only things I wore were the jewelry, my heels, and the gown. His fingers slide further across, a slow torture, or perhaps a tease. I could only stand there dumbly, as he started to use his fingertips to probe at my small patch of fur, trailing downward along my landing strip. He already knew I was a natural redhead, so there would not be a surprise there, but finally after he started to descend his touch lower, I had to act. I reached both of my hands to his wrist, forgetting for the moment how big his body was, and how strong his muscles were. But my hands were on the outside of my gown, as his was inside. Wordlessly, I tried to dissuade him, a short and soft of shaking my head while my eyes were glued to his. I felt his fingers start to find the top of my petals, and I could not help but gasp, the soft pressure caressing my pearl, still encased under its cape. My soft voice uttered the quietest of mewlings, as his fingers started to slide along my folds, gently opening me, from top to bottom. My hands were on his wrist, trying to hold him off, to push, or pull him away. I was scared of the devastation his manhood would wreak on me. It was a well-founded fear.

“Please….” I barely whispered. Looking back, it wasn’t the most brilliant thing I could have said. But that is what misunderstandings are made from.

He slid his fingers up and down, along my portal, making my nipples grow to their fullest hardness, and my heart was racing. Still, I could not take my eyes from his dark gaze. His oily-sheened skin, the tone so dark light was reflecting from him as if he was obsidian. His sneering smile, the ugly scar running down his face from some fight in prison. The bulging eyes, and flat, flared nose. His thick lips bared wide-set front teeth, and a jaw that was slightly recessed. His eyes had captured me, and held me prisoner. Then I gasped aloud, long and softly.

He had stopped teasing my folds, and after ensuring I was slickened, he started to delve his first two fingers into me, burrowing past my inner gates with a hooked grasp, I could only rise to my tiptoes, as I tried desperately to keep him from captivating me so. My eyes pleaded with him, as my lips were parted in deep, soft gasps, my voice echoing what his ears wanted to hear. My arousal. My hands on his wrist gave me balance, only just, as he delved deeper and began to massage my sweetest spot, while I was precariously perched on my tiptoes. His fingers slid in and out softly, making my voice begin to respond to every motion. I was starting to tire as well, and after a few minutes of my legs trembling, I began to sink onto my heels, allowing him fuller access to my body as my elbows buckled. He lowered his face to mine, and I could feel his hot breath on me, for a long moment.

The pleasure was rising in me as he was relentless with his touch, and as my eyes softly fluttered closed, he moved his lips to mine in a soft, short kiss, before sliding down along my face to my neck. That was when I was defeated. My mind had visions of what it must look like to an outside observer. The pretty redhead in the lascivious grasp of a hulking black thug, albeit one well-dressed for the occasion. From there I had visions of his body atop mine, plundering me as I writhed on my back, my legs high and apart, his cock in me to the hilt repeatedly. It was a silent movie that was roaring in my mind.

He started to nibble and suckle on my neck, mid-way between my ear and shoulder and then work his way up and back, until his teeth took in my earlobe. His teeth bit me softly, as his fingers delved deeply into me, and that was the end. I gripped his thick wrist as hard as I might, as my body went rigid, and then shook, my head thrown back as I had an orgasm. I fell into him, and he was holding me up by my vulva as I was left gasping, my voice softly whimpering in the post-coital bliss, while he never stopped teasing me.

After allowing me a moment to recover, he slowly withdrew his fingers from me and swifter than I could have foreseen, he scooped me into his arms, and held me up, carrying me to the bed. Holding me with one hand, my own arms trying to hold onto him somewhat like a spider-monkey, he tore the sheets down and then lay me on it gently. My eyes were still on him, now, taking in his whole body.

I watched him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt one at a time. Underneath he was bare-chested, and as he shrugged the shirt off of him, I could see the tough sinews and muscles rippling his skin. He had definitely been working on that physique, which I had to admit, was incredible. His pectoral muscles were ripped and cut, clearly defined and hard, his dark areolae nearly indistinguishable from the rest of his ebony skin. My eyes drew down as he undid his belt, to a six-pack abdomen, with a slight trail of hair leading down. As his trousers came undone, the only real sound the clinking of his belt buckle, I let my eyes feast on his trim waist, and what was below.

I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow, and gently bent my top knee, letting my gown slide softly open, exposing me to him. It was a foregone conclusion, now. He knew it, I knew it, there was no use denying it. He was going to make me betray my marital vows, like he had before. At least I couldn’t get pregnant this time. As I saw more of him, my eyes started to grow wider, as I got to fully take in his full body for the first time. His pants dropped to his calves, and he stepped out of them, kicking them across the room, along with his shoes. As my eyes took in his manhood, I could not help but salivate just a little, and have to swallow. He was flaccid, the thick shaft swaying softly as he moved, the uncut end half-way down his thigh. Just standing there, he was half-again longer than my husband was erect.

I could not help myself but sit up and reach for his cock. My perfectly manicured nails gleaming in the soft light, as I felt the heft along my palm, and then gently tried to encircle him with my fingers. I couldn’t. I swallowed again, and then had to take a deeper breath, my eyes examining him as I began to use both hands to feel him. Gently, I released him, and watched the magnificent specimen of maleness dangle softly. It was now going to be my turn to touch.
I felt him softly, gently rubbing my palm downward from his pubis, the short and curly public hair rustling slightly. At the end, I made a circle with my fingers and gently pulled back on him, to slide back his foreskin and expose his glans. I could not help myself, but lift him back up, as my eyes rose to his, looking up under my eyebrows, until I could place a big, softly, pouty kiss on the thick mushroom. Twisting my head left and right, I could feel the velvety-smooth texture of that purple monster, and I ended the kiss with a flick of my tongue at the slit. Looking up at him with an impish grin, it was now time to begin the real touching.

Using just my finger pads, I gently slid along the underside, tickling the sensitive nerve endings all men have, using the lightest caresses I could manage. My free hand slid along the top, feeling the soft bumps and veins, until I reached the base of his shaft. Gently wrapping my fingers around in an unable-to-be-closed fist, I lifted him to help aim him at my glossy red lips. Placing another soft kiss on the end, I began to suckle him past my lips, and into my mouth as far as I could take him. I had to strain to let my jaw open wide enough, relaxing fully as best I could manage, and sucking him further and further. Soon my nostrils were flaring as my lungs heaved for air. I slid my left hand back around his bare skin, my body taking in that soft texture, until I felt my fingers begin to clutch his butt. Oh, what a butt the man had!

The more I felt him, the more aroused I became, and the more driven to return the pleasures he had given me. Not only so far this afternoon, but the first time we had met. In his prison cell, he was cramped as he lay atop me and fed his monstrous manhood into me. Having not been sexual in some time, he also did not have the incredible stamina a woman lives for. Still, he had made me climax then, and as he had now. I felt drawn, almost commanded, to return the favor. My eyes fluttered closed as I let myself relaxing into the moment. The room, the cameras, Hell, even my husband were just passing thoughts as I began to surrender myself to his man and his prodigious cock. Prodigious in size, certainly, but also virility. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt that I was again with my baby’s daddy.

Still cupping his tight butt, and groping him, I slid my right under his shaft, letting my tongue take over teasing his special spot, while my right hand went to palm his jewels. I gently weighed them, softly massaging the large orbs within, while my red-painted nails gently skritched at the base of his sac. His dark voice rumbled slowly, telling me that I had hit some sort of erogenous zone in him. I responded by tickling a little more. He started to thrust his hips at me, and my mouth. I started to prepare myself for the inevitable.

His hands dropped to my head, and were starting to trail into my long locks, entwined and enlaced with his fingers, where he could control me. Control me he did, with his hands pulling me further into his pole, until I retched. It had begun to be a familiar sensation, as I was vomiting a few times a day due to the morning sickness. I managed to choke it down as I arched my back and tilted my head, to line up his cock with my throat. I slid my right hand around to his other cheek and enjoyed a moment’s groping him, while taking a few deep breaths through my nostrils. When I was ready, I stared to swallow as I used my arms to pull myself into him, and taking his throbbing black member past my red-painted lips. He got the message and began to help, by pulling on my hair, spurring me on to accomplish my task.

I could feel him driving his shaft further and further into my mouth and beyond, his hips getting into the action, too, as I continued to pull and be pulled onto him. With a last deep breath, I felt my windpipe get choked off, and then he was down into my throat. I could feel the familiar soreness of my neck being distended, stretched to reveal the progress of his cock towards my stomach. Now it was a mission of pride for me. I had learned about deep-throating when I was a teen, when I became the lover of the man who took my virginity by r****g me. After that, I kind of took such sexual activity as par for the course, and I used to practice on my lovers. Except my husband. He just didn’t have the tool to get the job done. It was like sucking on a baby-bottle compared to the real men I had been with.

I could feel my heart beginning to hammer in my chest, and air was starting to make its necessity known. So I kept onward, my lips feeling him, his velvety-soft texture of his back rod as my neck was swollen ever deeper. Then I felt it. My nose bumped into his public bone. I had him as deep as I could go, which was as long as he had! While he wasn’t the longest for me, he had a beautiful mix of length and girth that was completely satisfying to me in that moment and I revelled in my sense of accomplishment.

Maybe it is something possessive about women, or competitive, or maybe it is just me, but I felt it important to somehow mark my accomplishment. Taking his man fully into my mouth was no easy accomplishment. My lungs were starting to grow impatient, and my heart was hammering, but I wanted it known that I did something perhaps few women could, or had done to him. I wanted to mark my claim. So I did the only thing I could. I pursed my lips and began to rotate my head, smearing my red lipstick onto that coal-black rod. My nose in his public hair, and my lips at the base, I was proving to others that yes, I could do what he wanted. I could prove my feminine worth at pleasuring him. But after marking him, time was now of the essence. I needed air.

What I hadn’t expected was his hands on my hair, holding me there, as he rocked his hips and began to fuck my throat. I gave him a few seconds, and endured the soreness he was creating, but then had to place my hands on his thighs and push back. He held me there, tightly, and continued to use me that way, my tongue rubbing along the base of his thick black rod and my lips caressing his velvety skin. Despite my need to breathe, he held me there, and continued to pump his cock in and out of my throat, with my voice silenced and my windpipe closed. Time slowed down to an eternity and as I struggled, he easily held me in place. The more I fought, the tighter he gripped, and drove his hardness, until things started to grow a little gray. My last memory was of my arms falling to the floor…

******
Zack had landed at the airport and had hoped to surprise his wife. He had called her office and was referred to a cell phone. That was when he had spoken to her administrative assistant. The polite woman explained that his wife would be on an assignment at a different location, and wouldn’t be in the office that day, or possibly the next. But she did say she could relay a message. However, Zack would have none of it.

“I haven’t seen my wife in months! I demand you tell me where she is!”

Anne replied. “Ummm... Sir, I am not sure I should. She really needs to be allowed to concentrate on the assignment.”

Anne was a bit flummoxed. This was something she had not been given any guidance on. She really had no idea what to do. She desperately wanted to keep her boss happy, because Suzi literally could end her career with a few key-strokes in an e-mail. But she also realized the need to keep her boss’s privacy sacrosanct. With everyone else, it was easy. But her husband?

“Is she local?”

“Yes, sir, she is.” “Then I demand to know where she is. I will see her, and that is final. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her where I found out about it.” His voice sounded almost condescending in tone, as if chiding a c***d. Zack had been out of the influence of Rhino equipment for some hours, now, and he was becoming a little more like his old self. Assured, even confident.

The silence on the phone hung there for a very awkward several seconds, as Anne wrestled with the dilemma. Piss of her boss, or piss of her boss’s husband, which amounted pretty much to the same thing. She looked forlornly at the camera and sound guys, as they watched and listened to the feeds from her room, as Suzi orally copulated with Jewan. They were no help because they were holding their own hushed discussion on what to do. None of them were anywhere close to his size, and while they liked their boss, they weren’t suicidal over her. The crew had taken refuge in the parking lot, and their van was parked far enough away to not draw much attention.

“Alright sir. Tell you what. There is a burger place nearby to her. Meet me there and I’ll take you to her. When can I expect you?”

She gave him the information, and she nodded at his ETA.

“Very well, sir. I’m wearing a tan silk blouse and a black miniskirt. I’ll get us a booth so I can brief you before I take you to her.” Anne desperately wanted to play gate-keeper. She had to protect her boss in all this, at all costs!

******
I began to come to consciousness, for a moment confused and not at all there. Or here. I moved my limbs, and felt them move freely, except my arms were above my head. It felt right to leave them there, as if bound. It was an act of submission? No, more like subjugation. Jewan had conquered me, again. Only this time no one knew for how long, least of all me. I looked down my body, to see Jewan climbing the bed between my thighs. I shook my head quickly, to clear the last cobwebs. I had no idea how long I had been out of it, but obviously Jewan and moved me up onto the large bed, and splayed me out as it pleased him. My dress, of course, being nothing but a sideshow to my visual modesty. I lifted my head, to see that long, hard, throbbing black snake as it menaced its way towards my gates, a long drip of what had to be pre-cum leaking from him. I could also see the ring of my lipstick around the base of his shaft, my proof of my own prowess there. I felt his eyes as they were trying to bore into my spirit, it seemed, and I looked up to his, and became entrapped by his powerful persona. In that moment, I knew, just as he did back in prison, that he would have me, and I would become his.

I bent my knees, and balanced my legs on the tips of my stilettos, rotating my hips to accept him. I felt compelled to, as he reached with one hand to hold himself over me, and the other down to tease my petals open. The soft up and down of his thick head, starting to slide out from its sheath, sent a tickle up my body, a very pleasant and even relaxing one. My arousal was already obvious, my nipples were hard, showing plainly through the thin satin covering them. My slickness was coating my labia as well. My body had been ready to mate long before my mind was, but now, it just felt so right, so amazing, to be laying where I was, underneath a coal-black Adonis, as he started to drag his length along my opening, renting my gates asunder, until he engaged the thick head with my opening. I felt like plunder, like the well-earned trophy of a mighty warrior, albeit one who had defeated his prison term, and my initial hopes at just keeping our relationship on a parental level. Our one dalliance had been a mistake, and from a wager I stupidly made and lost. The embryo in my womb resulting from it was almost certainly his… I could feel it. But now it felt more right for him to claim me again. I wondered if he would be doing this to me regularly. But the thought was pushed aside by his sudden relaxation of his body, and letting gravity take over.

My back arched and my legs lifted higher, knees bending until my calves were parallel with the bed, as my soft voice mewed loudly. The sensations of his wide cock stretching me so slowly, so deliciously and so inexorably was just captivating. I could not have spoken if I wanted to. All the while my eyes were locked to his and our faces were mere inches apart. He began several small thrusts, each one driving him deeper and deeper into me, making my soft mewing turn into a louder wailing. As he hit bottom, he rested there, allowing me a few moments to stretch and relax to accommodate him. He had done this to me, and for some reason my body started to squirm under him, slightly rocking to get every fraction of an inch he had inside me.

Then began my sexual devastation. Wordlessly, he withdrew, and I felt the vacancy, almost sad at the feeling of emptiness, until he had paused, leaving just the head of his black snake inside me, before he began to re-assert his place in me, or for that matter, over me. My back arched again and my voice emitted a repeat of the same loud whine, although perhaps a little louder, but also one long continuous one, rather than the jolted utterances as he thrust his cock inside to open me. He plunged into me again, fully, until his pubic bone was grinding on my pearl as it emerged from its protective cape. That made my voice offer a cry of pleasure, an exclamation point on his plundering me. Still, our eyes never broke from each other, except to blink, and those were few and far between. I was more surely his captive now than when I had been in his prison cell.

******
“Mr. Recreant? Hi… my name is Anne, I’m Su- I mean Mrs. Recreant’s personal assistant. Could we sit down for just a moment?”

Anne’s attire, a pure silk blouse, was unbuttoned to mid-cleavage and did give Zack an eyeful of cleft and some of her bra, as well as budding breast. While not Suzi’s cup-size, Anne was pleasingly built. A true brunette, with her hair curled to mid-back, and a pleasant smile, she was able to draw the attention of most men. Her miniskirt was also one of the Rhino-branded affairs, high-waisted and flared widely, hemmed at mid-thigh. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose, but had on skimpy panties. Her legs were accentuated by only 3 inch heels, as she was a little taller than her boss naturally, and had realized it wasn’t good to make the boss look bad. ‘Never out-shine the bride, or the boss’ was what her mother had told her.

Taking a seat, Zack had been looking her over, but focused on the conversation. He was insistent on knowing where his wife was.

“She is nearby, a short walk. But she is... indisposed presently, doing an interview.” The words ran off her tongue like a slick and honest delivery. It was not a lie, from a certain point of view. “When the interview is over, I’ll personally escort you to make sure you get to see her and have some privacy. But due to the nature of the interview, we have to keep her interview confidential. Very confidential.” The emphasis on the word ‘very’ was how Anne tried to make sure Zack understood he wasn’t going to get any closer.

Scowling, Zack looked about for a moment, weighing his options. They weren’t great, but he had to take what he could get. Once he had Suzi in his arms, he would deal with the girl later. “Alright. Just make it damn quick. She sent for me, so I know she wants to see me right away.”

“Yessir.” Anne replied casually.

She had to keep her cool, despite wanting to slap the guy. Married or not, no husband was going to interrupt her boss doing her job. That much she had down. Besides, she also had higher orders, straight from Hawksville. ‘Give Mrs. Recreant all the privacy she needs for the interview.’ Those words came straight from Mr. Botha, himself!

“When she is ready, I will come for you myself. So please order something, and the station will pay for it.” She added as she rose.

Zack had made a show of picking up the menu, but once Anne’s back was turned, he followed her ass with his eyes, until she exited the restaurant, and followed her at a discrete distance. As Anne turned into the driveway of the resort, his curiosity was piqued. ‘Just who in the Hell was she interviewing?’ he mused. He stalked his way to a different vantage point so he could watch the comings and goings.

******
Jewan had established a smooth, sensual and pleasure-filled rhythm for the both of us. He was almost playing his conquest like a musical instrument. My voice was at different times mewling, moaning, wailing, uttering soft cries, and basically out of my control. His cock had seized me, and his love-making had exerted total domination over me. I would have admitted to the Lindberg k**napping, if he demanded me to!

I finally pulled my arms down and began to rove his body with my caresses, feeling him all over, adding to the deep interpersonal communications we were exchanging. I began to writhe under him, my eyes falling half-lidded, my consciousness floating somewhere between the Sea of Tranquillity, and the Bay or Eros. I wanted to meet his thrusts, and give him the same pleasures he was giving me. Not needed to, but I wanted to. Not out of obligation, but out of desire. I found myself desiring this man, wanting him to be inside me, as he wanted to be here himself. I lifted my head slightly, tongue waggling widely in the air, desperate to kiss him. But I could not just plant my lips to his, he had to claim them for himself.

I didn’t have to wait long to feel his tongue slathering over mine, returning the open-mouthed, open-lipped kiss. The lewdness of the action somehow felt all the more right. As we kissed, as he continued to thrust insistently into me, I was starting to boil. I think so was he, began as my vagina began to pulse on his shaft, he started to utter deep moans of his own. His dark, guttural voice was almost music to my ears, to match the music from the stereo in the room. The tone, the quality, the richness all continued to make me melt. It was then we stopped fucking, and began the dance of making love.

My back arched and my hips undulated under him, my pelvis eager to meet his pubic bone, and smack my pearl as it had escaped the cape protecting it. We had reached a rhythm that gave us each the pleasure we needed, and as we made love, I found my heart more and more focused on him. I no longer wanted to just fuck, I wanted to please my lover and give him more than he was giving me. I began to flex my Kegel muscles as he plundered deeply into me, and I could feel his cock as it nudged around my cervix. Not punching it as much as delving around it, which was sending new shock waves of pleasure. Those pleasures made my body begin to take control from my conscious mind and soon I was literally reduced to a writhing, moaning married white woman who was mating to an intense dark-skinned black man. The fact we were not married was unimportant. This was two humans procreating. If just so happened to be outside my marriage.

******
Zack had followed Anne from a distance, until he watched her go to a certain hotel room and cautiously lean in to listen at the door. What she heard must’ve satisfied her, for she shrugged softly and gave the ‘OK’ sign to others in the parking lot. Zack rightly surmised that they were the news crew. So, how to get in to see his wife? He had to think for a moment and then it hit him, and he snapped his fingers. Making his way to the front desk, he introduced himself and explained he was to be meeting his wife, Mrs. Recreant, the news reporter.

The desk clerk nodded softly, knowing who was in the room, and saw no difficulty in issuing the second key card, given that her name was on the registration, and after Zack produced his ID, had verified he was her husband. Everything seemed legitimate, so the blank card was quickly encoded and handed over. The clerk’s head was down tending to the next task as Zack made his way towards his wife.

******
I could not believe Jewan’s tempo as he was thrusting harder and faster, and my voice was growing uncontrollably loud. I was wailing in passion, unable to speak as he was pummelling my pussy in his frenzy. Like when he was in prison, his staying power wasn’t as great as perhaps it might have been, but as he began those last frenetic thrusts signalling his impending ejaculation, I had my own release, and shook violently, crying out as every fibre in my body shuddered, the release of raw sexual tension filling me with an unheard of joy. It was then Jewan bellowed deeply and drove his piston fully into my cylinder, and my pink pussy was fully filled with black man’s cum, hot jets spurting onto my quivering cervix. If I was not already pregnant, there was little doubt I would have been impregnated now.
He lifted his head and looked to my eyes, and again the silent communication. His cock flexed inside me, and I gave little grunts of satisfaction, as more of his cum filled me. Only the difference was I wanted him to spill every drop of it inside me. I was startled to realize I wanted to have his baby. In fact, only his baby. I became his black-owned cock-slave in that moment. We kissed, long and lewdly, as I shared my affection for him, and he showed me his. His touch was no longer rough, hard, and painful. But his finger pads were tender, and loving. I may not have been in love with him enough to marry him right then, but I know I was infatuated enough to keep being his woman. Our kiss broke when we heard a small snick as the door lock released.

******
Zack made no pretenses, now. He knew where she was, and was bound and determined to see her. Anne, of course, only saw this from across the parking lot, and looked on in abject horror as Suzi’s husband managed to open the door and bolt in! As it happened, Anne was in motion, waving her arms and trying to stop him, but it was too little, too late. The cameramen were chuckling, having caught everything on camera, the ones Suzi knew about, and the few others she didn’t. They knew Suzi had just made Rhino Multimedia Productions millions of dollars in porn subscriptions. Mr. Botha would be pleased, indeed!

******
The door burst open and I squealed, frantically trying to cover up. Jewan rolled off of me, and looked angry as he started to bolt from between my widely-spread thighs. Of course the only thing I had to cover myself with was my skirt, and it was helplessly open.

“Suzi!” My husband almost yelled.

“ZACK! What are you doing here?”

Jewan was winding up his fists. If I didn’t say something, Zack was going to be turned into a puddled mass of bruises.

“Jewan! Wait!” I paused. Thankfully, so did Jewan, who was standing nude before my clothed husband, his massive organ swaying gently as he moved, a few drips of his post-emission slinging back and forth.

“Jewan, this is my husband. It is ok. He won’t hurt us.”

“Close the door, dickhead.” Jewan growled. “If you even blink wrong, the only thing beating you to the floor will be your teeth.”

For his part, Zack realized discretion was the better part of valor. He quietly shut the door, and stood there for along moment. His eyes darted about, from me, to Jewan, to my vagina, and to Jewan’s big black cock. Back to my vagina, which was brimming with the white seminal proof of what Jewan had done. He was a heavy cummer and a trickle had started to leak from me and down the crack of my butt.

“Zack…” I started. I didn’t do anything but lay there, letting my arms fall back over my head. It just seemed the right place for them. “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in Hawksville, aren’t you?”

“My transfer came through, finally, and before I knew it, I was on a plane here. I just had to see you, Suzi. It has been months!”

I looked to Jewan, who was solely focused on Zack. True to his word, if Zack lost his temper, Jewan was going to forcibly rearrange his body parts.

“I know, Zack…” I spoke softly. “It has been too long. But things have changed a little. But right now, what you have seen wasn’t planned. I was supposed to be just interviewing this man here.” I pursed my lips. “I can’t explain how I wound up like this, and the bareback sex. And Honey, I am unprotected as well. He has likely made me pregnant.” I swallowed in aloud gulp. Then a flash of inspiration hit me. “Unless you can do something to help me? To save my womb from his virile sperm? Will you save me from getting pregnant by him?”

Zack had to take a deep breath. Doubtless his first desire had been to fuck me stupid. Instead, here I was asking him to suck Jewan’s cum from my body, so I don’t get pregnant. But here was the beauty of it. I could now blame my pregnancy on my husband! He didn’t do a good enough job to get all of Jewan’s cum out of me, and so he let this black man knock me up!

Zack looked to Jewan. “You should go. She is my wife, and I need to have time with her.”

“Fine. Lick her clean, cum-boy. I can always give her more next time…” He delivered the sneer with an evil grin. Jewan knew, as did I, that there was nothing on this world that was going to keep me from fucking him again, and again, and again.

As Zack knelt on the bed, he shook off his jacket and loosened his tie, and then lowered himself to my sopping pussy. I moaned when I felt his lips touch my engorged petals, and his tongue began to clean me out. His tongue would delve into me and try and corral some of Jewan’s jism so he could evacuate me and to my shock, he swallowed what he managed to get. Of course, I didn’t catch this at the time, my head having fallen back to enjoy his ministrations.
Jewan just shook his head and spoke one word. “Pathetic.” and dressed. We looked at each other and nodded in silent acknowledgement. I was going to see Jewan soon. My pussy was going to demand it. The door snicked closed as Zack got down to serious business, and before long, he had done as much as he was going to be able to get. It wouldn’t be nearly enough, if she hadn’t been pregnant but it didn’t matter.

******
Months had passed and the final editing done, Mr. Botha had arranged for a private screening. He very much enjoyed watching the young redhead getting fucked into oblivion, and even moreso watching the unexpected intrusion of the husband who burst in and displayed what he had hoped the Rhino Effect mind-control conditioning would cause. Suzi had, indeed, become enamored with her new black lover, and he had little doubt that she would be seeing him over and over for quite some time.

It was far too late for Suzi anyway. Her abdomen had swollen fitfully and she was now past the date of having an abortion. She was going to have a black man’s baby. A paternity test had been completed, and after some hand-wringing, Jewan was, indeed, the father of her baby. Mr. Botha would see to it that he was rewarded for his prowess.
The fact that her husband had so readily accepted a new place in her marriage, a cum-sucking cuckold to a black man and his white girl was just a bonus. Now he had to let nature take its course, however. Would Suzi stay with Zack? Would she decide to marry Jewan and have more c***dren by him? The Rhino Effect could only do so much. But now the patterns had been set, and the programming could now be distributed easily and widely.

******
Oskar sat alone in his office contemplating the progress that Rhino had made in the 10 years since he first set up the company in Hawksville. He figured that some kind of recognition to his workers was deserved, a celebration maybe. He scribbled a few notes on his pad before returning to his thoughts..
So much had been achieved in pursuing the goal of black domination and if he, Mr. Oskar Botha, had his way, the white race would end in a generation or two and black people would assume their proper place in society.
He jotted down in his neat hand more notes;
Next tasks;
• Arrange for a new set of Rhino programming for the test audiences of Suzi’s new movie.
• Set up working group to organise celebration for 10th Anniversary.
• Next goal - Politics.
Sitting back in his chair, he mused aloud. “So how does one go about becoming the leader of the free world?”
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