"Actually, I'm surprised I'm even sitting here with you, Mr King. I have no intention of selling my business, but you can be very persuasive. I'll publish books for you, but at my descretion." "I need your presses and this company. You can stay on as President. Name your price." Dondi Nkosi published all black power books and he still wondered where Solomon King had come from. He thought he knew all rich and powerful African-Amercians in New York City. "No amount of money can make me sell, Mr King." "How about eternal youth, virtual immortality, and a big dick?" "What? Please don't waste my time with jokes." "Bull," said Solomon KIng sitting back and pulling out an expensive looking cigar. Nkosi was about to tell him he couldn't smoke, but it didn't look like King would listen. Instead the obese bodyguard standing behind Mr King, pulled out a switch blade which startled the publisher for a moment. "What the hell are you doing?" The fat black man ran the knife up his forearm making a shallow cut. As Nkosi watched the blood congealed into a scar which Bull flicked off. There was no wound! "It's a magic trick of some kind?" "No tricks, Mr Nkosi. Bull." The next act was even stranger then cutting yourself. Bull reached in his pants and pulled out a thick hose. "Jesus H Christ." It wasn't a hose, it was the man's penis and it was growing as big as a woman's forearm. It stopped at nearly 18". "I can make you bigger, harder, your swollen balls will produce more sperm and thus your orgasms will be ten times better. Women will become obsessed with your big black cock." "I'm happily married, thank you, and what woman would want that monster?" "Bull was a mistake," said Solomon standing and taking out his own penis. It was small only compared to the fat man's. King's penis was around a foot long, perfectly formed, and as hard as granite. The nut sack under his dick was sized to match the shaft. Don Cuckold Dvds Maren Blacks On Blondes Interacial Cuckold Lori was an intensly desirable girl who at the ripe old age of twenty-six found herself locked in a failing marriage with a man who was going on thirty-six and still 'hung up' on a previous relationship. She had hooked up with Dwain just after she got out of high-school and now, five years later, she wondered what she was thinking when she agreed to marry the man. They had almost nothing in common except the sex. And now, for the past year, even that had dried up. He hadn't even touched her in over three months and she was beginning to think that there must be something wrong with her. He seemed to have plenty of time for his eighteen year old daughter from his first marriage, driving a hundred and fifty miles every weekend to visit her at the boarding school she attended - but when it came to his own wife, he was either too busy or too tired to pay much attention. Lori worked as a secretary for a large industrial firm. There wasn't a lot of work to do that day and she sat at her computer terminal gazing out the window at the clear blue sky of a June day. She was looking forward to her lunch date with Jo Ann, another secretary from an office down the hall. She had met her on one of the rare occasions that her husband had decided to take her out. There was a bartending job opening up at a popular disco by the marina and he was supposed to meet someone there to see about the position. His unemployment had run out and he was getting desparate to find something and since she had been complaining about never getting to go out, he had decided to roll both of these unpleasant chores up into one package and take care of them at the same time. She remembered how excited she was at the prospect of actually getting to go dancing and having a little fun. She had bought a white cotton jump suit and a new pair of white sandles with little silver buckles just for this occasion. Her dark hair hung down to her thin waist and she had washed and blow dried it and brushed it into a sheen. She had put on a light blue eye-shadow and a matching shade of mascara to accentuate her deep blue eyes and dabbed just a touch of a sweet smelling perfume onto her slim neck. When they arrived at the club she heard the loud pounding music from the parking lot and her feet were already moving to the rhythm as they walked through the door. They found a table and ordered some drinks and she asked her husband if he would like to get out on the floor with her before the drinks came. To her chagrin, he shrugged her off and told her that that wasn't what they had come for. His mood was growing fouler every minute as it became clear that the guy he was supposed to meet about the job wasn't going to show. They had been sitting there for half an hour, sipping on the same drinks when a young woman approached them,introduced her self as Jo Ann Lyons and asked them, in what sounded to be an English accent, if she might join them for a minute. She sat down between them and after the song that was playing had ended and before the next one began she asked if anyone would care to dance. Lori remembered how her husband declined but said, jokingly and gesturing toward herself, that the one who wanted to do some dancing was sitting on the other side of her. She remembered thinking how at this point she wouldn't really mind dancing with another girl when the young woman turned to Dwain and asked him if he wouldn't mind, then, if his wife danced with her boyfriend's buddy. He had come along with them and was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel, she explained. Dwain was kind of stuck there. He had already given permission for his wife to dance with somebody and he really couldn't take it back just because her partner would be male - not without losing face anyway. So Jo Ann led her across the room where two men were sitting and introduced them to each other. Lori remembered how shocked she was when the two men turned out to be black. She remembered how she looked over to where Dwain was sitting as she walked to the dance floor with her new partner and how she would never forget the look on her husband's face as he watched her dancing with the tall man to the up-beat tune that poured with a deafening roar from the big speakers that went all around the walls. They weren't even touching each other but she knew that her husband was probably getting jealous as hell. After a couple of fast numbers a slow song came on. She remembered the little moment of awkwardness as the tall black man and she looked at each other before he took her in his long arms and they began to sway to the music. As the song went on he held her a little closer as they began to feel more comfortable with each other. The song seemed to go on forever but when it finally ended, they released their embrace and she looked around to where her husband was sitting but all she saw was the waitress clearing the table off. Dwain was nowhere to be seen. She accompanied the man back to the table where Jo Ann and her boyfriend were sitting and told them that she'd love to stay and dance some more but that she thought she was probably in big trouble and had to leave. Everyone was disappointed and they begged her to stay but she told them that she really had to go. Before she left them, Jo Ann gave her her telephone number and told her to 'ring her up ' sometime. Lori remembered how charming she thought that was and remembered thinking how nice it would be Black Dick Fucking Maren Blacks On Blondes Maren at BlacksOnBlondes.com Springthomas Videos bubbles were slowly appearing in the center of her breasts, sticking out farther and farther, soon followed by the outline of the rest of her nipples. That was all it took for his cock to turn fuly hard and whack the bottom of his desk. Laci yanked her hand back breathing heavily. "You do feel a little hot, boss." "Maybe, I will take the rest of the day off." "Sounds like a good idea. I'll answer the phones. I need to finish proofreading a manuscript. By the way, have you been working out?" "Yes," he lied. His muscle mass was growing and becoming more prominant. "Well looking good. You're bulging out all over, boss." The pretty twentyfive year old blushed as she realized what she'd said and that it could be taken the wrong way. "Thanks, I've been dieting and excercising," he said to cover up her embarrassment. Later, Aesha found herself cumming hard with her head buried in the mattress while Dondi fucked her doggy style. Not a romantic position, and he seemed just to be using her to get himself off, but her body was responding to the hard shagging. "Jesus, what's gotten into you lately?" she asked after he'd cum a dixie cups load of goo in her pussy. "Just lust for my hot wife," Don replied feeling guilty, that the whole time he was fucking Aesha, Laci kept springing to mind. "I love you, baby." "I love you too." ************* Something cold and clammy gripped his dick. Nkosi jumped up off the hopper, toilet water falling off his penis as it swung freely. "Damn it," he said disgusted. Soft, the monster never was smaller then eight inches and when fully erect, he'd reached eleven. According to King, he'd stop growing a month after getting the shot and he'd be 12.5", an inch less then twice normal size. Aesha was loving it more then ever, but seemed scared he wasn't going to stop. She wanted to go on his special alpha-negro diet, but he'd told her it involved heavy doses of male hormones Black White Personals Maren Blacks On Blondes Black Dick Cum Shots of her?" Dondi looked up on stage at the naked Amer-Asian woman. "She's fine, Mr King." "Let me buy you a lap dance. Asia, come here and give Mr Nkosi a lap dance." Asia climbed off the stage to the boos of several of the black patrons, but she was quickly replaced by another white woman. "Hey there, suger," said the stripper with a Boston accent that looked funny coming from her Oriental face. She lowered herself into Don's lap and slid her pussy up and down his bulge. "Once your working for me," said King, "you'll be able to demand servicing from any of my female employess such as Asia here. One of my benefits, plus it's hard to keep your mind on business when your cock's hard. My goal is similar to your publishing goals, the empowerment of the black man and with my serum, I plan to meet my goal." "Yes, but porn?" "Next door are a dozen white women staring in awe at a black man with a huge dick. Many of them will give in to their desires tonight. Many of them will wander over here looking to discover the joy of black cock." There was a murmur from the crowd as three curious and embarrassed looking white women entered the club. Several giant black men stood up to go after them. "Half your presses will began printing interracial magazines and I have already started making movies. White men will feel inferior when they see my porn. Women will become curious, they'll look at their husbands and wonder what fucking a black man would feel like. It'll be a slow process, but we have nothing but time. I trust you are pleased with the results," said King sliding a contract over to him. Dondi pulled a pen out of his shirt and reached around the dancing Asia. He signed his name on the bottom line and 51% of Nkosi publishing over to Solomon King. "This mean I get to fuck Asia now?" "Ooo me so horny," said the stripper faking an accent. "Of course," said King. "Welcome to E&I Enterprises. The End