Thread: The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and  Susel)

Alba saw her glance at him as she muddled her way through pouring the drinks, some expensive whiskey that was going to be abused just before he got his hands on her properly. He could tell what she was thinking from the flush on her cheeks, to was the same with all white women. They dreamed about black cock, expected a black man to have a cock that would put their white men to shame. His lived up to those expectations and beyond, especially right now as it was a huge throbbing mass barely constricted and restrained within his pants as he raped her relentlessly with his eyes. Dressing like a cock teasing little whore was going to get Kristen everything she deserved and he was going to be the one to give it to her. Of course the flipside, of the white women fascination with black cock, was that their own cunts were viewed by him as being impossibly tight furnaces that would need to be forced open and deformed to fit around his cock. The thought of having to aggressively cram his cock into her tight cunny only served to make him even harder, to the point where it would be impossible for Kristen not to realise how fucking hard she was making him and what the consequences were going to be. She was going to know exactly how fucking hard he was and just what was going to happen, right before he took her and split her viciously tight slit open with his monstrous black rod. I'm glad to hear that you are horrified by the thought that you father might be a racist Kristen, it's truly an awful prospect to consider, that a man intending to take power for himself would have such an attitude. Of course he's not really going to be the most powerful man, the figureheads rarely are. It's the men behind the scenes, the ones who control the money, those are the ones with the real power and as long as your father shuns such an attitude he will continue to be funded by such men, by such a man. By me. he nodded in agreement with her as he took a sip of the whiskey. the raw fiery taste was not to his liking, old or not, expensive or not. When she sat against the table next to him he turned around, placing one hand on her smooth unblemished thigh as she crossed her legs, a casual and almost friendly gesture if it were not for the deep primal lust which raged clearly in his eyes as his fingertips seared her innocent looking flesh. He took a final sip, holding the glass out next to him. Yes, I'm sure that your father crosses all the right boxes for his white friends, but others can see the truth in how he staffs his businesses. Lip service at best, a smoke screen to deal with any doubters. However your father cannot afford to have any shred of doubt against him, especially if he intends to go as far as you claim. I have friends too, Kristen, and it would be all to easy to ruin a man like your father. The wrong word spoken here, some dirt dug up there.. and it's over, finished. he grinned with a wickedness in his eyes now. I know that you aren't going to jeopardise your fathers chances, are you Kristen. I can see with just one look at you that you are used to having money, attention, powerful men around you. You wouldn't want to lose all that by being foolish, by failing to help your father when the opportunity arose, now would you? he continued, sliding his hand up her thigh to the edge of her dress, which had already ridden up her legs as she had sat against the table. The bulge of his cock was unmistakeable now, brutally hard and straining against the material of his pants as he leaned in closer. He slashed the contents of the glass he held away, before tossing it onto the table where he had amassed the glasses and bottles hearing it roll away then fall to smash on the floor. He stepped to the side, placing his other had on her other thigh as he faced her, watching her reaction. Before she could say anything he took her glass from her, discarding it in just as careless a fashion, before he slid his right hand between her thighs, forcing them apart as it eased up her body, forcing up her dress as his fingers sought out the crease between her legs. His other hand moved up her body, sliding up quickly past her tight stomach and small tits to grasp about her throat. His powerful fingers squeezed gently at her flesh as he found her panties and stroked a finger through the crevice of her cunt. What I want Kristen, is for you to open your legs. I've watched you flouncing about, braless so that your nipples can harden and push against the flimsy material of your dress to provide yet another level of enticement. Wearing a tiny little black dress that you know is going to have every man here getting hard, thinking about what it would be like to fuck you. Alas, they are not in the unique position that I am in. I have the most to offer your father, in fact I can pretty much get whatever I want from him. However, as I'm sure you are well aware, it is often so much more fun to take what you want. he told her. If you want your father to become senator, then he needs my help. To get my help you are going to have to do as you are told Kristen. he growled lowering the hand from her throat to squeeze roughly at one of her tits through her dress, finger and thumb crudely trapping the hard nub of her nipple as he wrenched it. His other hand shoved apart her thighs, his thick wrist and arm forcing them apart so that his fingers could more easily assault the flimsy lace covering her cunt lips. I want you to open your legs Kristen. Open them so that I can stroke your tight young cunt until it soaks through those expensive panties you are wearing. I want to feel your nipples harden, I want to se your face flush and your lips pout. I want to hear a moan come from your mouth as your wicked, teasing little cunt drenches your panties enough for me to feel it drench my fingers. Only then will I really know that you aren't just some racist whore, a slut who is secretly mocking me behind my back. Only then will I know that you are ready to back me, and your father, all the way. he hissed. It's a simple enough task isn't it Kristen. You've seen the way I've been looking at you this evening, every evening I've seen you. Now you get to show your father that you are his good little girl, that you can play in the big leagues, that you can do what's needed to get ahead. he hissed as he began to slowly finger fuck her through her panties. Show me Kristen, soak yourself, let your wicked little cunt pave the way for your father to succeed. he clenched his teeth. And while you are doing so, you cock teasing little white bitch, I want you to take out my cock I want you to see how fucking hard you have made me. I want you to see how fucking big it is, and think about what am going to do with it.