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

The Grand Party! Idris Alba was a major support for the Senator Steward campaign. The man had some forward thinking ideas and had garnered a lot of support, from whites and blacks alike, many minorities and groups rallied behind his banner and seemed to be giving him the boost he needed to get things done and grab a place in the new politically correct arena which he deserved. Of course Idris' intentions and agenda for supporting Mr Steward were somewhat different than other peoples. His reasons for wanting to support the man and almost single-handedly give him the money he needed to push his campaign ahead in the polls was less than savoury. Idris was rich, but his money did not come from the exclusive chain of casino's which he fronted, it came from the seedy operations run beneath the surface. Prostitution, drugs, illegal gambling, hell he had enough on Mr Steward already to be blackmailing him, rather than supporting the man. However there was no need to make things turn nasty, after all what he wanted he had gotten now, through being nice, from appearing to be a staunch supporter. He had gotten access to Mr Stewards daughter. Kristen. As soon as he had laid eyes on her he knew that he wanted to wreck her. There were no polite of sedate ways to describe what he wanted to do to her young, tight white flesh and why should he bother? The little white bitch had been cock teasing him since he had first paid her father a campaign visit hadn't she? Maybe it was simply his imagination, but didn't all young white girls dream, about being ripped apart by a big black cock He was able to deliver on that count with ease, and then some. So why bother courting her, playing coy, building a relationship and then asking to date her. No, when Idris wanted something he took it, he was a man of action and largely impatient in his day to day life. He wanted Kristen Steward so he was going to take her anyway, the fact that her father had invited him to a grand part full of important people, then assigned his daughter to show Idris around was simply fate stepping in and declaring that the time had come, the time had come to give the soon to be senators daughter the brutal fucking se so clearly deserved. He had arrived early and spent most of the afternoon talking with Mr Steward in his study, only managing the odd glimpse of Kristen until she had finally appeared in her fuck me heels and a little black dress that would have gotten her raped to rags in some alley behind one of his lower class casinos in five seconds flat. He'd proceeded to rape her with his eyes until the evening making no attempt to conceal his lust for her, occasionally making eye contact as he flashed a grin or complimented her or her father on their home, arrangements and dedication to their campaign cause. Or whatever. He had mentioned wanting to see more of the mansion at a critical time that he knew would prove difficult for Kristens father, moments later the problem was solved and Kristen had been instructed to show her fathers important friend whatever he wanted to see, inside the massive mansion or outside in the extensive grounds. To show him whatever he wanted. His eyes shone with a fierce lust and his body was taut, muscles tight and pace energized as he had moved over close to Kristen, looking her over and thanking her father for his gesture. He wondered if the man knew, then realised it mattered little. By the time he was finished the cock teasing little white bitch would addicted to him, either that or she'd be punished, likely by her own father, for trying to spread awful lies about how the upstanding Mr Alba 'touched her improperly'. Of course, he was going to be doing a lot more than simply touching her. Well Kristen, you heard your father. he told her as he moved out of the study and took a long look at her. Her legs were magnificent, her body youthful, taut and tight. He knew that fucking her would be an experience that both of then would find hard to forget. Your father wants you to show me everything. So, would you like to start. Please, lead the way. he gestured in no particular direction. Somewhere away from the bulk of the guests of course, I've seen the entrance area, the ballroom, the dining hall. Somewhere more secluded and representative of the mansion when it's more lightly populated I think. he told her, sliding an arm around her waist to keep her close, fingers hot against her dress as he gave her a wicked smile. And tell me Kristen, what has your father told you about me. What sort of a man do you think I am...