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                         Mrs. Jennifer Gets White Creme
                                  Chapter One

                                  By ARC LIGHT

        Mrs. Jennifer was a white beauty who runs her business enterprises with
an iron hand.  If one of her white male employees gets out of line, she
forcefully and not very subtly puts them in their place.  She has little need
for the white boys who hunger after her tight firm body, with their boyish
desires.

        Pity the white boys who makes a childish advance towards the blonde
goddess.  She turns their seductive dialogue into a humiliating and torturous
ordeal.  After she verbally chastises their meek and untoward advances, she
publicly continues their ridicule before their co-workers; more times than not,
destroying their future chances with the white beauties that fill the upscale
lingerie shop.

        Mrs. Jennifer, a long legged beauty that is all to ready to prick tease
her employees and many rich customers who flock to her boutique, has little
time for their timid and useless little games.  What few of her employees and
customers are aware of is the fact that Mrs. Jennifer was introduced to hard
black cock at an early age and has craved the pleasure producing black male
instrument since her sixteenth birthday. Whenever a Black Man enters her
upscale shop, her warm, tight, pussy chamber starts dripping it's precious
sticky woman lubricant.  She immediately seeks out the black customer and tends
to his every need.

        On many; if not most occasions she leaves with the black customer to
seek her reward of long black cock.  Once outside the ritzy neighborhood of her
store, she becomes a black cum slut that becomes submissive putty in the hands
of Black Dominance.   On many occasion she has been forced to drop to her knees
in a nearby alley, to pay homage to hard black cock.  Her addiction is freely
passed up and down the black neighborhoods and many young Black Gang Members
have freely availed themselves of the beautiful and submissive white beauty.

        A recent adventure into the dark shadows of the black neighborhood came
just last Friday.  As she seductively dressed for the day at her shop her meek
and mild, (but very rich) husband begged her to satisfy his carnal need before
she hurried off to her exclusive shop.  Mrs. Jennifer was dressed in a sleek
above the knee black leather skirt with a slit the traveled nearly half way up
her leg.  Her pert pear shaped breasts were molded by a white lacy half bra;
and were covered by a white silk blouse.  Her long and well proportioned legs
were encased in sheer black stockings while the long and pretty gams were
covered again by knee high leather boots.  As she finished dressing, she mocked
her white boy husband nearly drooling at his beautiful wife as she made her
departure.

        Looking over her shoulder she merely stated, "Don't wait up honey.  I
feel like today may be very luck for me.  I can already feel a black cock
embedded in my little pussy."  She enjoyed mocking her husband of nearly
fifteen years.  He obviously knew of her many black lovers but had become a
submissive white boy, whenever any of her real men came around to fill her
cringing pussy with black cock.  On most occasions, Mrs. Jennifer had forced
him to orally service not only herself but also harden and soak the black cocks
before they were imbedded deep in her womb.  After the sex act his mouth became
the receptacle of black sperm, as he was forced to clean both sex organs.  His
submissiveness was complete but was something that he had learned to endure.

        After Mrs. Jennifer arrived at her store, she continually took stock of
the many customers and became visibly frustrated by the late afternoon when
none of the customers met her primary requirement.  At nearly six thirty;
thirty minutes before closing a large well dressed black gentlemen appeared.
Looking around the exclusive shop, he worked his way over to wear the sheer
panties were predominately on display and stared intensely into Jennifer's eyes
as she nervously walked over to the tall hard black man.

        The intense stare drove the beautiful blonde goddess to distraction as
she quickly averted his intense stare.

        "I will need seven pair of these panties, " he spoke, as he pointed to
the sheerest and most sexy pair of satin panties.

        Jennifer quickly wrapped the sexy lingerie and meekly handed the
wrapped package to the Black stranger standing before her.  The Black man made
no motion to pay for the enticing garments and casually stated, "Get your
purse, I'm hungry and you can buy me supper."

        At first Jennifer was embarrassed by the indifferent attitude of the
arrogant Black.  She was also self conscious of her employees observing how
pliant and submissive she was as she meekly stood before the black, who
pretentiously ordered the heretofore dominant owner around.  Timidly, she
reached for her purse and meekly followed the Black out the door.

        Once outside, he quickly flagged down a cab and entered the back seat
motioning for Jennifer to follow him. Looking nervously around the crowded
street, she hesitantly followed the graceful Black man.  Turning to the tardy
young white beauty, he gave his first order, "Don't ever hesitate again when I
tell you to do something.  Disobey me and I'll tan that white ass of yours
until you won't be able to sit for a week. Understand, Mrs. Jones ?"

        Taken back by the forceful manner in which she was addressed, she
softly muttered, "Yes. . . . . . "  She then remembered she didn't know his
name and he made no effort in telling her of  the seemingly important point.

        She then turned to face the front of the cab.  She felt the familiar
dew start to form deep inside her hole and unconsciously clasped her long legs
together.  Her nipples hardened and her lips trembled.

        After several blocks, Jennifer felt the Black's large hand reach for
her purse and she tried to hold onto the bag without success.  The black dumped
the contents on the back seat and started sifting through the many items.  He
opened her billfold and stuffed her credit cards and cash into his suit jacket
and threw the empty container on the floor.  He quickly sifted through the
remaining contents and then picked up the small container holding the remaining
four birth control pills for this month.  Turning to the trembling young woman,
he gave his second command in the last five minutes, "Pop the pills out and
throw them out the window."

        Although the dominant attitude had frightened the young beauty, she
obeyed the Black man seated beside her in, as the cab roared down the crowded
streets.  When the last pill had been popped from it's protective sheaf and was
thrown from the cab she returned her gaze to the Black Man, who was still
exploring the contents of her purse.  She looked at the smirking face as his
huge fingers played with the package of five "regular size" condoms.

        "Who are these little rubbers for Snow White ?" he questioned.

        Nervously, she answered, "They are for my husband.  I don't allow him
to have sex with me without putting them on."

        Arrogantly the Black threw the useless rubbers from the cab.  His hand
searched out the bright red lipstick tube and he twisted the bright red lip
gloss from the tube.  "Put some more of this on.  I like it thick; it makes a
woman look like she wants to fuck," he again ordered the compliant Mrs.
Jennifer Jones.

        The young housewife complied with her latest command without question.

        When she again turned to face her companion, she felt his large hand
caress the outside of her blouse and openly fondle her tight and nipple harden
breast.  He casually manipulated the hard nipples and quickly tiring of his
manipulations finally turned and looked out the cab window leaving the aroused
and dripping white housewife wanting more of the brutal and uncaring
manipulations.

        In short order the cab arrived at a very plush restaurant and the Black
decabbed and walked to the door, with his white housewife companion scampering
after him, trying to stuff the contents of her purse back into the now empty
bag.

        Once she entered the restaurant, she was still nearly running; trying
to keep up with the Black's swift pace.  Once she reached the table, where he
was seated, she was nearly winded; or at least she was breathing heavily.  As
she slid into the booth. she did not understand why she was nearly out of
breath.  She looked around the swank restaurant and could see all the eyes were
on her. . . . . . . . .  and her Black dinner companion.

        Looking up, Silky merely muttered, "Over here," patting the seat next
to his large frame.  Mrs. Jennifer Jones quickly slid over to the vacant space.
When seated, she looked into the dark and forbidding eyes of the large black
man who openly mocked her.

        "Before the waiter arrives, I want you to unbutton the top three
buttons on your blouse.  DO IT NOW," came the direct order that was to be
obeyed.

        Nervously looking around at the many eyes starring at her beautiful
white body, seated next to the commanding well dressed black gentlemen of the
night.  However, she did not hesitate, knowing that the black man would not
tolerate her tardiness.  As her delicate fingers pulled the buttons through the
eyelet of her expensive silk blouse, she kept her gaze downward.

        Smiling, her new owner gave his next command, "Pull your blouse open.
I want the waiter to see your little titties."

	Jennifer complied with his order.

        When the waiter arrived, he could not keep his eyes from the beautiful
sight capturing his attention.  As he stuttered asking the two seated guests
for their order, a tent developed in his trousers.  The mocking black leaned
over to his latest plaything and told her to tell the waiter her plan for the
coming evening hours.

        Jennifer, a smug smile creeping over her face, looked into the deep
blue eyes of the yuppie waiter, "You can look all you want sport but in several
hours my little pussy will be filled with long black cock.  Leave us now and
bring us our drinks."

        Dismissed by a humbled servant, the white waiter embarrassingly turned
and departed to get the drinks for the white beauty and her black lover.
Swearing under his breath, he leaned against the bar and prayed that his
hardened five inch cock would mercifully deflate before he had to return to the
mischievous white beauty's table.

        "When is the last time you had black cock?" came the direct question.

        Jennifer, still looking down at the table meekly mumbled under her
breath, "Its been nearly three weeks."

        The black let his large hand rest on Mrs. Jennifer Jones left knee and
slowly let his fingers slide the few inches until he reached the hem of the
tight black leather skirt.  Jennifer stared at the table as she felt her blood
swollen pussy lips moisten. Her nipples became rigid points, pressing against
the lacy satin bra.  Her breathing rapidly increased, as she felt the long warm
fingers inch their way slowly up her inner thighs.

        The waiter returned with the drinks and quietly set them on the table.
As he set the drink in front of Jennifer, he could see the black hand as it may
it's way up the creamy thighs of the beautiful and provocatively dressed white
wife.

        The black sternly looked into the staring face of the white waiter and
simply stated, "You may leave.  NOW."

        The waiter immediately turned and retreated once again.

        The black then returned his gaze to the distressed and aroused wife.
"When we leave I will take you back to my apartment where I will fuck you if
you please me.  Do you understand ?"

        Jennifer,  her small delicate hands tightly clenched, continued to
stare at the table, as the long black fingers made small circular motions on
her inner thighs.  Her panties were now soaked and she could barely speak.  The
pleasure producing digits were drawing her closer and closer to her climax and
she trembled as she answered the direct question, "Yes," was all she could say.

        "Take your panties off," the black ordered as he removed his hand.

        Jennifer was so close....... Close to her first release and the absence
of the warm hand, brought her back to her present situation.  The situation was
that she was in an upper class restaurant with everyone in the room staring at
her and the large black man was playing with her tight body.  Slowly, she let
her hands drop under the table and snake their way to the soaked panties.  As
discretely as she could, she manipulated the delicate garments down her upper
thighs and then over the tops of her knee high leather boots.  She let them
dangle on the toe of one of the boots as she quietly reached for the pretty
panties.

        She handed the panties to her new owner and looked deeply into his
eyes.  Her longing; and her need shown through her deep emerald eyes.  The
black brought his index finger to her brightly covered red lips and ran his
finger over her lips until she parted her lips and allowed the black to insert
his finger in the wet oral cavity.  He softly pumped the digit into Jennifer's
mouth and smiled as she sucked his finger.

        As he removed the finger, he looked around the room and saw that the
entire clientele of the restaurant were observing his every move; his every new
subjugation of the beautiful white wife.  Dropping a twenty dollar bill on the
table he rose and walked to the door with Jennifer trailing after him with her
pear shaped breasts straining against the tight bra and exposed because of the
unbuttoned top three buttons.

        The waiter then returned his gaze to the table and immediately focused
on the white satin panties; left as a tip; or a mockery left for the white boy
waiter.

        Jennifer felt her wetness as she struggled to keep up with her new
owner.  Her thoughts lapsed to the cab where she discarded the last of  her
birth control pills.  No matter how much she craved the promised long black
cock, she feared that she was at her most fertile period of the month and she
did not want to be saddled with a child.

        Her mind drifted as the speeding cab brought the two sex partners
rapidly to the next stage of their adventure. . . . . .

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