Chapter 7 - Machinations of Desire

Michelle snuck out in the morning, but not before leaving a sexy note on the kitchen counter. Breakfast was already made for Nik and Valerie. It was fun being the cook, taking on the domesticated housewife role. Even though technically married, she never wanted to cook for the hubby. Getting thank you texts throughout the week from Nik, saying he enjoyed the food, sent a tingle of joy in her heart. She knew it was real, unlike the marriage.
 
 The chocolatey skin had a copious helping of white glaze spread all over. Michelle chose to keep the street whore look as she drove home. Cum still leaked out of her sore pussy. Nik was a wild man with her. It still sent a shiver up her spine to rethink how she passed out from the pounding, face first in Valerie's creampie.
 
 When she woke up, Nik still had his ivory cock in her cunt, humping away at her. It felt naughty being used like a bitch, especially with Valerie around to share in the fun. Nothing beat the best protein shake straight from the source.
 
 Tonight had more deviant fun planned, as she bought a kinky outfit to show off to Massa. Valerie and her gossiped how much they enjoyed his attention to their physiques. Michelle told her that previous flings burnt out because they couldn't handle the fit look. The idea was comical. So many people thought they wanted to look like men by hitting the gym so much. Too many in the public immediately thought up mental images of steroid injecting girls at the Miss Olympia; the real bodybuilders. Too many potential flings were intimidated by strong, hard, but feminine muscles. Guys had fantasies of fucking Wonder Woman, but suddenly don't like the idea when she appeared live and in living color.
 
 But the way Nik felt up her body, stroked her skin, caressed the firm yet tender spots, it was like having a personal master masseuse. Smooth hands paid special attention to unconventional spots. Hair, tits, ass, even thighs get the most attention on a woman's body, but Nik put emphasis on her abs, her arms, even the middle of her back. Every area was given even billing. He was training her body to be in perpetual bliss, not a single area overstimulated or desensitized. 
 
 Even in such a short time, Michelle could feel it affecting her. Kisses on her calf muscle made her as wet as if he tongued her mouth. She felt Massa was a natural, so sexually superior to everyone else that his cock size was only a bonus, a fetish. As much of a size queen she became because of him, she knew if Massa's cock got chopped in half it'd be better than any other guy. Nik was the total package for her. She was his nigger, and he was her cracker. A match made in a twisted heaven.
 
 Waiting at home, hidden away, were two costumes. Michelle made the suggestion to Valerie to spice things up. If men got intimidated by their fit physiques, their Wonder Woman bodies, why not dress the part? Because Nik took her virginity, Valerie got to be Wonder Woman, so Michelle had to settle for being Power Girl. Either way, the two girls were going to put a show on for their man.
 
 Licking cum crusted lips, toes curled in the ruby heels. Looking at herself in the mirror, all the white-owned teacher could do was smirk.
 
 "Babe, you look like a million dollars. Don't ever change." 
 
 She winked at herself before speeding off home.
 
 X
 
 The pair slumbered in each other's arms. Valerie nestled her beautiful, ebony face into Nik's muscular chest. The Amazon beauty felt safe, secure in his tender embrace. Despite her looks and attitude, deep down she wanted to feel like a woman of old, taken care of and protected like a Queen by her King. He stroked those long, luscious locks of hair. The hot breath on his chest made the man feel at peace, felt needed, something long forgotten in the porn filled, lust driven world they lived in.
 
 "Good morning, beautiful," he said. "Sleep well?"
 
 "Always when I'm in your arms," she replied, leaning in for a quick kiss. "We can lay here and snuggle until the sun comes up more."
 
 "Someone is showing they enjoy more than an ass gaping," Nik joked.
 
 "Having you gape my ass is the cake, but having you hold me like this afterwards is the icing, and what girl doesn't like some icing?"
 
 Teeth slowly raked along his pectoral muscle, marking her territory. Chocolate lips kissed the mark, and a quiet purr escaped in the process. Nik kept stroking her hair as if she were a minx, happy to have found someone worth being in a relationship with. It was a whirlwind romance but he wanted the tornado to continue spinning, never puttering out.
 
 "I can think of worse ways to spend the day than to have you kiss my body."
 
 "I'll do more than kiss your body, Massa. I'll going to worship you properly. All your ex-girlfriends were fools to let you escape."
 
 Nik put a finger to her lips, quickly quieting her.
 
 "Don't talk about them. Let us talk about something positive. I've got a gift for you."
 
 Valerie looked surprised and happy. She did not expect to be given a gift. Nik slid around to gain access under the bed. He came up with a small box, wrapped up fancy.
 
 "Michelle got her's in a more provocative, slutty fashion, if she hasn't already gossiped to you about it. But with you, I feel something more, something I never felt with another woman in a long time. I'm probably foolish for acting so quickly but I like to strike when the iron is hot. Don't wear it at school so our secret will be kept safe, but anywhere else feel free to."
 
 Valerie opened up the box as Nik spoke. Inside was a beautiful leather collar. The ivory color perfectly contrasted with her skin. A knight symbol embedded on the front, an obvious, easy marking of ownership. It was poetic, and the symbolism made her heart beat faster. She couldn't stop smiling, happy beyond joy at the gift and its intent.
 
 "I love it, Nik. It looks beautiful."
 
 Valerie tried to say more but the words failed to come out. Instead, she hugged him tightly, crying in happiness. Nik took the collar and wrapped it around her neck tightly. When his fingers rubbed along the smooth leather, Valerie shivered in delight. Not only was her heart alight in passion but her pussy got so damp anyone would swear she orgasmed on the spot.
 
 They just laid there in bed, holding each other tight in a loving embrace. It was a big step in their relationship. Nik didn't say it at the time, but previously when Valerie commented that Michelle was married and would never truly be his, it rang truth. Valerie gave him her virginity. Even though the pair equally mothered him while recovering from the attack, Valerie would always be free. He would be her number one priority. No having to slip out at dawn to get ready for a cuck's luncheon to keep up appearances. Even if Michelle broke up with the cuckold, she had to be stolen away. Valerie was always his. The feeling couldn't be explained, it was just a sense of emotional balance that made him happier cementing a future with Valerie as his number one woman, number one bitch.
 
 "I want you to fuck me like a negress should be fucked, Massa," she purred, stroking his face gently. "I know you wanted to be romantic but I want you to use me. Don't hold back. I'm your bitch so use me like one. The romance can wait."
 
 Val raked her nails against his chest, stoking the fires of passion within her man. It did not take much convincing for Nik to grab a tuft of hair and yank her face forward for a deep embrace. He kissed with hot intensity, but also bit her lip to draw a line of blood.
 
 "I'm going to fuck you so much you'll pass out for the rest of the day, bitch. You're my black bitch, all prim and proper by day, but a white owned whore by night. You like it rough, don't you?" he said with a commanding tone.
 
 Spanks rained down on her ebony butt. With how firm her ass felt, each slap had more oomph. There was no cushion for the pushing, just a finely sculpted butt designed to be the sheath of an ivory sword.
 
 "Bruise me, Massa. Give me a darker shade of black on my behind. I'm not a ghetto skank with a booty but I know I can handle your fat, white cock better than any hoodrat around."
 
 "More than Michelle?"
 
 "That nigger bitch can't even rim you in my league."
 
 "More than Gale?"
 
 "Fuck her, Massa. I'll suck on your feet before I let that chink touch my man."
 
 Nik's cock was rock hard, rubbing against Valerie's finely toned stomach. It was a massive piece of meat, so big Valerie was incapable of taking it entirely into her body. Whenever she looked down to see the milky contrast, her pussy quivered and gushed. She was a white cock whore. No, she was Nik's white cock whore. There was no doubt. Secretly she wanted to be fucked in public, in the school, to look at a crowd with lust as she worshipped her man.
 
 Without a word, she felt her body flipped over. Face in the pillow, hand gripping tightly on her hair, Valerie screamed out in pain and pleasure as Nik slid his white cock into her black cunt. Tears of joy leaked down her cheeks. Nik didn't fuck her doggie style though. Val was stuck in a prone position, getting pounded into the bed with reckless abandon.
 
 "Fuck...fuck...fuck...harder...rail me...oh fuck, Massa!" she screamed out.
 
 "Take it, negress. You wanted to be a white cock slut, then take more white cock than your body can handle."
 
 "Ram me, stud. Breed me like the bull you are. Give me a white baby. Make me proud to tell everyone I'm carrying an ivory delight. I'm cooking white bread in my oven."
 
 Nik spat in his hand and rubbed it all over her face as if she were a common street walker. Valerie didn't flinch, instead sucking on his fingers, drooling on them, giving him more ammunition to use on her face.
 
 SMACK! 
 
The loud sting of his palm gave her face some love. 
 
SMACK! 
 
With each caress, she purred more aggressively, like a pain slut in heat. 
 
SMACK! 
 
Eyes rolled back into Valerie's skull as the first orgasm wrecked her body. For a minute she just lost all function of her limbs, a rag doll for her Massa to fuck. When she recovered the use of her limbs, she reached back to allow him to grab those smooth, chocolaty forearms.
 
 He pulled her back, more doggie style, trying to push as much white cock into her needy body as possible. Greedy lips kissed each other as she was flexible enough to twist sideways. A strong, dominant hand molested her tits, fondling, kneading, slapping them. Nik used her like a toy, a slave, and Valerie loved him for it.
 
 "You're my negress bitch, Valerie. I popped your cherry, I've collared you, I'm going to use you like this body was made to be used. Sometime after school is done for the day, you should come to my room and join me in my personal shower. Do you know how hard my cock gets with Michelle nearby all the time, or some of the other whores in the school?"
 
 "Hold me up against the wall and gape open my pussy until I piss from all the pleasure, Massa," she screamed out. "Call it fate you got the shower room. I'm such a fucked up girl. I shouldn't be calling you Massa, or having you call me a nigger, but it makes me so wet."
 
 "That's right, you're fucked in the head. You are enjoying your life, your way, and using the freedom given to you to the fullest."
 
 So much cock was stuffed inside the ebony beauty, and still lots of it incapable from entering her body. Suddenly, without warning, her upper body fell off the side of the bed.
 
 "Ouch, what are you dooooo...fuck!"
 
 With her body hanging half off the bed, Nik gripped her hips tightly and rammed into her with all the force he could. Val's spine relaxed, fingernails dug into the cheap carpet, and drool hung from her lovingly abused lips. If this were a hentai, hearts would have replaced her corneas.
 
 Valerie's cunt gushed, making a mess of Nik's mattress. A kinky thought came to the man's mind. Reaching down, he grabbed his bitch by the hair and pulled her back up. His massive, ivory cock glistened against her face. Even without a word, Valerie immediately went about sucking it, stroking it. There was so much cockmeat to worship.
 
 Glug...glug...slurp...glug...cough...slurp…
 
 "No, no, no, you've been a bad bitch. Look at the mess you made of my bed," he told her, slapping that beautiful face with his meatstick. "I want you to lick it up like a good girl. You are my good girl, aren't you?"
 
 Valerie's head was in cloud nine. She could only look up at him with a perverted smile, and nod obediently. Her tongue stuck out and licked the damp marks on the fabric. She had no way of telling if the mattress was new or old. She did not care. Massa told her to be a good girl, so she did what he asked. 
 
 Valerie was determined not to be a bratty submissive. Those kind annoyed her, and frankly made her sick. It was an honor to find a man to take care of a woman's immense sexual needs, especially one like her that needed the racial overtone. It would be dishonorable to make up a spat to get spanked. If she wanted to be spanked, slapped, disciplined so badly she had the cunt to ask Massa to do it.
 
 "Good girl," Nik said, stroking her wet hair. 
 
 They had fucked so hard, so fast, that sweat was dripping off of them into the jizz pool. Once finished sucking up her own juices from the bed, she went back to worshipping that fat cock. Just the head alone stretched her black lips. Valerie tried to emulate the other nigger whores she saw in the pornos, emulate how they dutifully sucked down their men. There was a favorite site that had weekly updates. The quality was high enough to be worth spending money instead of hitting up the tube sites.
 
 As she sucked down Nik's cock, gagging, choking on it with glee, her mind flashed back to a favorite video. In it had a white man fucking a black woman, of course, but afterwards it was revealed the couple was married. The black girl spoke with joy about how her husband treated her like a proper nigger. Years of dating black men left her unimpressed, and years wasted in gender studies programs left her bitter and angry. But one day she met her future Massa, someone who broke through to her soul and released the inner woman inside.
 
 The interview stuck with her because it felt sincere, felt like something that normal society considers fucked up can still be loving and caring. Even as Nik fucked her face, turned her hair into handlebars, and lewdly commented putting a school cheerleader uniform on her, that former icy, virgin heart beat with full force.
 
 "Come on, stud, fuck your negress. Fuck my throat so hard I have to get you to run the staff meeting this week," she told him, spitting on the cock before it was shoved back down roughly.
 
 "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I bet you'd rather be between my legs sucking me off in front of everyone as I hold the meeting. Show them a new, better curriculum in action."
 
 Valerie spat on the cock one more time before pushing Nik onto his back. The minx quickly springboarded on top, growling in animalistic lust. Her firm ass worked overtime, bouncing up and down as her pussy enveloped every inch possible.
 
 "I want you bad, Massa. Oh fuck, my pussy is so sore but it is worth it to be filled up by you. One day you'll give me a white baby, won't you? Will you make me a breeder slut? Build a huge harem of loyal sluts to breed white?"
 
 "That's how a top bitch thinks," he praised her. "Massa's pleasure is your pleasure, isn't it?"
 
 "Yes, Massa, always. I'll only ever fuck you. You're the only man I need."
 
 Hot semen flooded the principal's womb. Nik was the stud of her dreams, filling her with so much semen that his huge cock got pushed out because of the quantity. Dark fingers immediately rubbed her pussy and clit, enjoying the slick feeling of fresh jizz. The coating felt natural, felt right.
 
 "More, give me more," she told him, greedily. "I want to be painted white. Make me go whiteface with your spunk. I want Michelle to lick it off of me when she gets back from her boring luncheon."
 
 As cum squirted out of the well-used cunt, Nik laid his tireless cock onto her stomach. Her hands reached over to stroke it as he towered over her. Lust still flamed in her eyes. Their morning was just getting started.
 
 X
 
 Michelle dolled herself up, prim and proper. The dress made her look like a million dollars, but it was kept conservative. No shown cleavage, dress pants, and a suit jacket. The husband told her it was a business lunch. She wasn't his whore. If Nik asked her to dress skimpy for an event, she would, but not for her husband. The coup de grace was Nik's collar still worn around her neck. It felt naughty, devious, to wear it so brazenly in the open yet have its meaning concealed.
 
 The meeting place was a quaint bistro in a more affluent part of town. A middle-aged black couple sat across the table from her. The man looked non-descript, and more of the bookworm type, but the woman had a voluptuous figure. In the modern day, voluptuous is mistaken for fat or chubby. This is not the case at all. Her figure stood out like an hourglass, but thin, proportioned in the proper places, without any ugly fat. Michelle's husband looked like a normal guy, nothing special but nothing out of the ordinary. He looked like he'd fit into the masses and no one would care who he was.
 
 "We're glad you both could make it today. I already took the liberty of ordering for us, I hope you don't mind," the man said.
 
 "Actually, I do. I have strict dietary needs," Michelle retorted.
 
 "Yes, I can tell. Don't worry. I ordered chicken. Although you look like you could do with putting on a few pounds. Don't want to make people think you wear the...pants...in your relationship," he commented, disapproving of her conservative business attire and giving her husband a stare.
 
 "What did you need to see us so urgently for, sir?" Ty, Michelle's husband asked.
 
 "We've gotten a lot of complaints recently from parents at your school, Michelle," Amanda said. "It seems a lot of parents are upset about the stabbing incident, and also at the hiring of a white teacher."
 
 "You've got to be kidding me?" Michelle said, surprised at the situation. "You're telling me we're being sued?"
 
 "No, no, not sued. Don't get carried away. Just concerned. The parents have a right to the best possible education," Jerome said. "Many are concerned the presence of a white man will disrupt what our organization is trying to accomplish."
 
 "What exactly is that? I've been there for a few years. What exactly have you all been doing to help the school? If you cared, you'd have already known he was the only person to apply for the job. Would you rather the principal not hire anyone who is qualified?"
 
 Jerome cleared his throat, glaring at Ty.
 
 "Honey, you should settle down and listen to him."
 
 Ty tried to rub her shoulder, acting as if to console her, but the brazen Amazon had nothing of it. Still, she did calm down if only not to make a scene and get kicked out of the restaurant. Riots in a neighboring city had people on edge, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a stir in that way.
 
 "My wife is going to pay the school a visit for a week, get the lay of the land, make sure he isn't teaching the children any falsehoods or spread any racist lies."
 
 "Trust me, I'd be the first to know if he was a racist," Michelle commented, gruffly
 
 "Oh, how is that?" Amanda asked.
 
 "Cause we're work colleagues. We're in the same department. We use the same books. What, are you afraid he'll spread inconvenient truths like how Africans sold each other to the slavers?"
 
 The tension was thick. Any onlooker could tell the meeting escalated quickly. What they didn't know was the backstory. Michelle had to deal with Jerome and his organization for years, ever since the business marriage. On the surface, his law firm heralds helping the poor and destitute of the city, championing for those under the boots of a corrupt society. A modern day Robin Hood. Reality? Just another capitalist making a fast buck, using a race-baiting, black power agenda to divert city and private funds into his pockets.
 
Every monthly law firm gala was blacker than an African tribal festival. Not a single person who works for the company is of any other race than black, from CEO to janitor. Michelle didn't care about that; it was a private law firm. They can hire whoever they wanted. Free country. What she couldn't stand was the hypocrisy of his self-righteous speeches to the workers. He found any loophole, and excuse, to take others to task, even if it meant championing the rich over the poor. In this case the poor person not being black.
 
 Michelle remembered cases Ty would talk about at the dinner table over the years. Not once did she ever hear about them representing a non-black client, or suing a black client. It wasn't just about taking down the white man though. Asians, Hispanics, even bi-racials were targets for their puritan agenda.
 
 So when they discussed the school, and discussed the complaints, immediately the alarm bells went off and the walls went up. Her maternal instinct to protect her man frothed to the top. Something devious was going to happen over the coming weeks, but what exactly they were scheming was hard to tell at the moment. Once the food arrived, Jerome and Amanda switched topics, putting the school situation to rest.
 
 "I trust you'll all be attending the next gala. The last dress you wore put up a high bar for all the partner's wives, Michelle," Jerome commented.
 
 The way he looked at her made Michelle sick. They were predatory eyes. Amanda didn't seem to notice, or care. The two barely spoke. Sometimes Michelle thought herself a natural born Oreo. Black men did nothing for her, nor did any of the black power speeches at the galas. Instead, she got bored, only putting up with the façade because of financial stability.
 
 "I don't know what I'll wear. It is always a surprise. It depends on how I'm feeling, if I feel fat or not."
 
 Amanda giggled, not believing a word said. 
 
"You, fat? Please. You're in better shape than all of us. You picked a winner, Ty. All the others are jealous of you to have snapped her up."
 
 "Yeah, I'm a lucky guy. I say that to myself every day," he smiled.
 
 Michelle played along for the rest of the dinner, making pretend chitchat. Jerome and Amanda said she'd arrive Monday. Getting into Ty's car, Michelle said nothing, simply going over what she'd say to Nik that night. She was also trying to psyche herself up, not wanting the power couple to ruin a wonderful surprise for her loving Massa.
 
 X
 
 Valerie slept naked on top of the bed. Cum sputtered from a well-used set of holes. A pretty smile gave away the happiness deep within her soul. Nik quietly went to get lunch, cellphone in hand. Val had let him know that Gale wanted a call. He could tell it wasn't something she wanted to tell him, but it made him happy to know she did. They lived by simple rules and if simple rules couldn't be followed, how could they trust each other?
 
 "Hello?"
 
 "Hi Gale, this is Nik."
 
 "DADDY!" the voice screamed out. "I missed you, Daddy. I heard some thug tried to carve you up. I'm glad to hear you rearranged his insides."
 
 "It wasn't quite that dramatic," he confessed.
 
 Her voice became girlie, like a lovestruck teenager. Although innocent sounding, the words coming from those devilish lips were psychotically laced. Nik played a dangerous game calling Gale, but that unhinged, almost bad girl performance caught his attention. Nik also theorized this was the safer bet. If she was this unstable during the hard-to-get stage, what would happen if totally rebuffed?
 
 "I've been a good girl for you, Daddy." Nik couldn't see it but Gale was twirling a pigtail in her fingers. "I've stayed pure for you. Do you know how hard that is with a body like mine?"
 
 "I can imagine it'd be easier to get prepped for a competition...Look, I'm going into the gym later in the week. This is a courtesy call. I'm setting some ground rules."
 
 "Don't worry, I'll follow your rules, Daddy."
 
 "Okay, well, for now, try and play nice with Valerie. I don't want you two ending up killing each other."
 
 "I won't hurt the nigger, Daddy. She is your property, and I wouldn't think of breaking one of your toys."
 
 "I'll tell you the rest when I show up. Think you can handle staying pure for a few more days?"
 
 "I've stayed pure for you, Daddy, the moment I laid eyes on you."
 
 "Well, that's been a couple weeks. A few more days shouldn't be a problem them."
 
 "Who said I only saw you a couple weeks ago?"
 
 Nik got confused by the statement. He never saw Gale before that random day at the gym. He'd have remembered seeing a smoking Asian sensation like her. His eyes widened in shock, hand gripping the countertop to keep jolted legs from collapsing his entire frame.
 
 "I'll see you soon, Daddy. Kisses," she said, giggling.
 
 The phone almost dropped from his hand. Disbelief etched his face at what Gale told him. Nik didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, but she knew. But how?