Again. Like the definition of madness, thinking sex with her husband would be good this time was an exercise in repeated, constant disappointment. Since the birth of Corina Burbank’s two *********, it had got even worse. She barely felt him enter her now, his mediocre penis barely lasting a minute inside before he came. He then had the gall to ask if she had cum too, which she almost always replied that she was so close, maybe next time. He went to sleep calm, contented. She went to sleep knotting the duvet in her hands, so sexually frustrated she felt she might start screaming. This was if he could even get it up long enough to get inside her. She sighed as she lay next to his snoring, pasty white form. He was even trying to steal the duvet off her, which she let happen as she was too jaded to resist.
So she lay there, kneading her remaining bit of fabric, her pussy raging, her heart churning, until she could stand it no more. Getting up, she slipped on her plush dressing gown and slippers, easing the door open and leaving her husband to his dreams. She quietly went downstairs, slumping onto the sofa. Flicking the TV on, she watched in a daze as awful, awful dross was spat out of the screen at her. Boring political debate, stupid chat show, awful music videos. She settled on the last one, just letting the repetitive rhythms and mindless lyrics wash over her. Pop, pop, dance, soft rock, rap... suddenly, she noticed her legs had moved apart. She felt herself, still naked under the dressing gown.To her shock, she was wet.
Her eyes flicked back to the screen. On it a pair of shirtless, muscular black rappers were yeah-ing and uh huh-ing into the camera. White women gyrated and, to her surprise, seemed to simulating sex acts with the men. It looked frighteningly realistic. Her pussy twinged and she realised this imagery was turning her on. Her heart was racing now as the video continued, similarly lewd imagery, black men displaying their raw masculinity while white girls metaphorically lapped it up... and her body responded in kind too. She moaned as she slipped a hand down to her slick pussy. A finger went inside and she gasped. Her legs spread wider and her other hand began to tentatively rub her clitoris. She moaned louder, pleasure she’d not experienced for a long time building inside her. Still the images played on, her masturbation quicker now, more frenzied. She was close, so close...
“Mum!” her ******** shouted from upstairs. “Cassie is making fun of me!”
Corina wanted to scream as she was brought back down to earth. Fucking kids! She’d been so close, so fucking close. Now, she was more frustrated than before.
“What the hell, both of you?” she said, storming into their room. “Your *** is asleep and it is school tomorrow. Just go to bed. Now!”
“But Mum...!”
“No buts. Do it. If I have to come back in again later, there’ll be trouble, okay?”
Grumbles of assent followed her as she left the room the two girls shared. She smiled secretly as she listened to them arguing quietly from the other side. She loved her *********, but as she looked towards her bedroom, she felt strange, like something was missing. Love? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to be with her husband that night. She slept in the guest bedroom, her mind filled with twin thoughts - of her frustration and of those rugged black rappers on the screen. Only instead of random white girls, it was her face she saw on the woman dancing with three men, body slick with sweat as big hands pawed at her, stripped her of her clothes. Sleep didn’t come easily that night.
----
Corina kissed her two ********* goodbye, waving as they ran down the street, arguing as normal, towards the bus stop. As always, they barely made it before it arrived, scrambling up the stairs to the back seat. Corina watched as the bus drove off before heading back inside. A quick search for her car keys and handbag and she was ready for work, just another Monday at the office. Corina worked on a community outreach project, all about helping disadvantaged youths in poor neighbourhoods, that sort of thing. Rewarding, though not particularly exciting. Still, it paid better than you’d expect and she was thankful for being able to get some space between herself and Colin, her husband.
He’d been all smiles that morning, as chirpy and happy as she was frustrated and grumpy. Still, happy face on and all that. Sighing, she looked into his office as she prepared to leave.
“Okay, I’m off to work now,” she said, poking her head round the door.
“Have a nice day!” Colin said, looking up from his desk. In front of him was spread various files, all sorts of numbers and accounts of whatever boring firm he was working for that week. Sometimes Corina wondered if he loved his work a little too much, more than her... then she wondered why that even bothered her anymore. He was engrossed in his work as she closed the front door, getting in her car with yet another sigh. She paused to look at her wedding band for a second. All the promises, dreams of youth, signified by this ring, discarded over the years as the monotony of ****** life ground her down. Still, she was well off, content in her rut. And she was fiercely loyal, too. No matter how much bad things got, how bored she was, she’d made a commitment and she wouldn’t break those vows. At least, she couldn’t envisage a situation that would make her do so.
She checked herself in the mirror before heading off. She was pleased with what she saw - her black hair freshly cut a few days before into a fashionable bob, make-up all fine and dandy. She smiled and drove off. 30 minutes later and she was walking to her desk. Most of the employees here were female and she said hello to a few of them who’d arrived early as she passed by. Her desk was at the far end of the room, one she shared with Emily Gerrard, a young work experience kid with startling, shoulder-length red hair. She was nice, fairly nervous around older women with more experience, but Corina liked her. She was pretty, sure to bag a nice husband at some point, have pretty kids, live in a pretty house and so on.
“Hi Emily,” Corina said, sitting down at her computer and logging into the system. “Good weekend? Any hot dates?”
“Oh, my... no, I just went to see my ******,” Emily blushed, embarrassed. “I... er, no, no dates for me. Not since Paul, anyway. I told you about that, right? Disaster.”
“Yes, you did,” Corina said. She checked her schedule for the day. Hmm, not much to do. “But if you want, you can....”
“Ladies, gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” Rose Templeton, their boss, called out. Corina didn’t know what to make of Rose really. She was stern, all business, all the time, but she wasn’t unkind. She treated her staff fairly and they respected her for doing so. There wasn’t the usual office bitching about superiors that you’d usually get in an office environment. Rose was in her early 50s, unmarried, dedicated to her career.
“Okay, listen up. We’ve got a special visitor later this week. His name is Michael Tandino, a big shot property developer, business mogul, investor. He’s keen to invest in some redevelopment in some of the areas we deal with so be on your best behaviour. Give him whatever information he and his team requires and maybe our jobs will be get a little easier. The people we help could do with the sort of break that Mr Tandino’s investments usually bring.”
Rose paused.
“Mrs Burbank, I’m giving you the task of being Mr Tandino’s main contact with the company. Miss Gerrard, this’ll be a good chance for you to learn the practical ropes, see how Mrs Burbank does her work. Listen, learn. Okay, good, the rest of you will follow Corina’s lead. Any other questions, just ask me. Okay, back to work.”
She went back into her office and Corina felt all eyes on her. She was proud to get the assignment, but she knew others might be jealous. She’d have to make sure other people had their fair share of responsibility.
“Wow, that’s pretty cool,” Emily said as the office returned to normal slowly. “I can’t wait to see you in action, Corina.”
“Thanks,” Corina smiled. For a while, the two women worked silently, but Corina finished what she had to do pretty quickly. Twiddling a pen in her left hand, she wondered what she could do to pass the time. Thoughts flashed back to the night before, the rap video she had watched and, on a whim, she decided to look the group up on the internet. She typed in the name, ‘Black Phallus’, and clicked on their official website.
There they were on the screen, the three brutish, muscular black men from the video. She tutted at the image of them, standing arms crossed, naked white girls kneeling around them, almost like they were worshipping the men. Corina looked over her shoulder, suddenly worried somebody might see her looking at this website, especially with the nudity so brazenly on display.
Luckily, she was in an area of the office where nobody could see her screen, unless they were right behind her. She returned her gaze to the website, shaking her head at the suggestive images of girls with heads at groin level, meant to intimate they were giving the men blowjobs. One even had a girl bent over, groin pressed up against the man, apparently suggesting penetrative sex. Please, as if people actually had that much fun with sex, Corina thought, nothing the glazed expression on the girl’s face. At least fake it convincingly.
Corina clicked on a link saying ‘Manifesto’, which turned out to be a diatribe on how black men were naturally superior to white men, how white women craved black males and so on. How white women never went back to white men after being with black guys, how they would betray any and all marriage vows when given the chance to be with black men, that sort of thing. Corina shook her head and how ludicrous it all was. She had to admit that, yes, black men were often attractive and, generally, they did seem more athletic, stronger, than the white men she knew, but she didn’t buy into the myths that were commonly peddled. Still, though, her thoughts of the video and her body’s reaction gave her pause. Was there really something in all this? No, surely not. And anyway, no way would a white woman just give up on her marriage because of some crazy biological theory. Wouldn’t happen.
“Oh, you like Black Phallus?”
Corina jumped out of her skin, whirling in her chair to see Emily standing, looking over her shoulder.
“Holy fuck, Emily!” Corina shouted. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“I... er... I didn’t,” Emily said, nervously. “I... I said your name like three times. You didn’t respond, just kept reading and... er, licking your lips.”
“I was not... hmm, sorry, yes, I just... um, get engrossed in reading things sometimes,” Corina said, blushing slightly. “Er, what was it you wanted?”
“Oh, nothing really, just that it’s lunch now. Do you want to go get something together? I mean, if you’re not already... you know, doing something?”
“Okay, yes, that sounds good, I...”
“Emily!” Rose said, poking her head out of her office. “Can I have a word please? Don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble.”
“... guess that means we’ll have to put lunch off then,” Corina finished, smiling. “Tomorrow, for sure.”
“Cool, it’s a date!” Emily laughing, heading off to Rose’s office. Corina watched her go before shutting down her browser and grabbing her handbag. Lonely lunch it was, then.
----
There was a coffee shop a few blocks away from the office that Corina liked to go to. It was close enough to be convenient, but it also allowed her to get away from her colleagues for a bit if she needed to think. She ordered her usual and sat there, staring blankly into the distance, thoughts entirely on what she’d just read on the Black Phallus website. Were those just models, paid to pretend like black men were ‘all that’, or were they really into it? She still didn’t believe sex with a black guy would be that much better than it would with her husband. Men were just... useless, she thought, only interested in their own pleasure and incapable of satisfying a woman’s needs. She’d heard stories of men who weren’t like that, but she’d never been with one, not even before she’d met Colin. Just one limp boyfriend after the other. She was amazed Colin had been able to impregnate her twice.
“Corina? Is that... oh wow, it is you! Oh my God!”
A familiar voice broke her reverie, one she hadn’t heard for a long, long time.
“Holy shit, Vanessa?” Corina yelled, standing abruptly. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The two old college friends embraced, hugging each other close.
“Wow,” Vanessa Ball said, breaking up the hug. “10 years or so, right? Jesus, we always said we’d keep in touch, besties and all that. Life, though, right? Kinda gets in the way.”
Vanessa sat opposite Corina, crossing her legs. Her long, blonde hair flowed down her back, something that Corina remembered from their college days. A bit older perhaps, but still so much like she used to look. I wish I still did, Corina thought.
“Nice tattoo,” Corina said, noticing a sizeable Queen of Spades symbol on Vanessa’s right ankle.
“Oh, that,” Vanessa grinned. “Yes, I really do quite like that one. You know what it means?”
“No, I’m not very good with tattoos and that sort of thing,” Corina confessed. “Conservative mummy, you know me.”
“Yeah, you were always a bit of a prude,” Vanessa winked. “But wow, yeah, you work around here?”
“Yeah, just in the community outreach building a few blocks away. It’s pretty good, you know. Not what I thought I’d be doing, but it’s fine. How about you? I thought you lived in...?”
“Oh, I moved up here a few weeks ago,” Vanessa said. “Just started working for Tandino Ventures in their legal department. It’s... satisfying work, for sure.”
“Tandino? Michael Tandino? Wow, talk about coincidence,” Corina said. “I’m going to be working with him on some project he’s got going on in some areas we work in.”
“Ah yeah, the new building project,” Vanessa said, sipping her coffee. “It’s a great thing to work for someone who cares about those less fortunate, you know. It’s one of the reasons I decided to quit my last job and work ... under him.”
“So tell me,” Corina said. “I don’t see a wedding ring. Still a singleton?”
A wicked grin flashed across Vanessa’s face for a second. It was gone almost instantly, but Corina saw it. Curious, she thought.
“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve not really been seeing anyone in a relationship kind of way for a good few years now. Not since... well, you don’t want to hear about that.”
“Come on,” Corina said. “You know about me, boring housewife, two kids, mortgage. Your life sounds a bit more exciting than that. Enlighten me.”
“Well, I had a few blind dates, All awful, flash guys in suits, but who... couldn’t... let’s just say their wallets bulged far more than their pants.”
Corina almost choked on her coffee at that.
“Vee, that’s... oh dear,” she laughed.
“Yeah, well, then I met this guy, his name was Lamar and... it changed my life. There was this instant click, something I’d never felt before with anyone else. We talked and I went back to his place and... well, you know.”
“Oh my goodness, you... had sex with a blind date? But... how come you’re not married? Didn’t it work out?” Corina said, puzzled.
“Oh, I still see him to this day. He’s from around here actually. Just... well, I wanted to keep my options open. You see... Corina, can I be honest with you here?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, so Lamar is... black. And let’s just say that those myths you heard... they’re not myths. They’re completely true. And since knowing him... well, let’s just say that other myth, about never going back...”
“Oh... so you’re saying that... you’ve never been with a white man since Lamar?” Corina said, raising one eyebrow in disbelief.
“It’s the truth, I’m not going to lie about it,” Vanessa said, cheerfully.
“But... why didn’t you get married? It doesn’t make sense,” Corina asked.
“Oh, poor sweet Corina, still as innocent as ever,” Vanessa laughed, caressing Corina’s cheek gently. “Oh, look at the time, I’ve got to be getting back. It’s been amazing to see you again, Cozza.”
“Eek, don’t call me that, you know I hate it,” Corina winced.
“Sure, I won’t. Here, why don’t you take my number and we can meet up again. Soon!”
Vanessa stood, straightened her clothes out and bent forward to give Corina a peck on the cheek.
“Wait,” Corina said. “You never said why you didn’t get married.”
“Well... I guess I just never needed to. And,” she said, winking, “marrying one guy would just make all the others jealous.”
----
Vanessa left the café, leaving Corina looking bemused after her. Paying up, she thought about what Vanessa had said. Obviously she was just playing the field, waiting for the right man. The alternative - that her old friend would have so many lovers that marrying one would be impossible - was too far-fetched for Corina to believe. Vanessa had been a virgin at college, constantly refusing the attentions of guys there. To think she’d go from that to opening her legs for any man was absurd.
A sudden shiver went down her spine. All the things she’d read on the Black Phallus website, about girls being powerless to resist black men, never going back, all that. Could Vanessa really be a ... black cock slut? Corina hugged herself, feeling cold even though the sun was blazing in the cloudless sky. She had faith in her friend, but she had this vision of her with one of the rappers, legs wrapped around his back, taking him into her completely... and it made her pussy tingle like crazy.
“No, it’s wrong,” Corina mumbled to herself, but her body didn’t seem to think it was. She knew she was soaking wet now, her underwear sodden already. Shit, what was wrong with her? One music video and an inconclusive chat with an old friend and she was more aroused than she’d been for years.
She tried to immerse herself in her work, but it proved difficult. Her mind couldn’t shift lingering thoughts of Vanessa and the faceless black male she imagined her with. All to that awful rap tune in the background.
“Are you okay?” Emily said after a while. “You look... distracted.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Corina said. “Just saw an old friend at lunch, she... said some interesting things. Made me think about them too much, annoyingly.”
“Like what?” Emily said. “Oh, sorry, you don’t have to answer...”
“It’s alright, all silly anyway,” Corina said, offering a weary smile. “Let me ask you then... you know this Black Phallus group, right?”
“Yes,” Emily said.
“So you know all this stuff about black men and white women they talk about?”
“Er... yeah.”
“I mean... do you believe that? That it could happen to... say, me? That any white girl is powerless to resist these apparently natural urges to be with the best males? That our societal pressures are the only things tying us to weaker, white males?”
“Um,” Emily said, not sure how to respond. “I’m not sure. I’ve not thought about it.”
“Hmm,” Corina murmured, tapping her pen on the desk. “My friend... I think she is saying it is true, but she was fairly oblique about it all. Well, anyway, probably time to head home now.”
----
Later that evening, Emily closed the door to her apartment and began to strip. Seconds later, she was completely naked, her chest heaving. Her pussy was soaking wet and she began to touch herself. Moaning, she sank down onto the sofa and pressed play on the remote. The video she’d been watching the night before started up again
As she watched the young, white girl on the screen get pounded by a gang of black men, she spread her own legs wide, sinking two fingers into her juicy cunt. As the girl on the screen began to cum, so did Emily, her body shaking with pleasure as she watched her fantasies come to life on screen. Corina had asked if Emily believed what Black Phallus said, but Emily had lied. She believed it with every fibre of her being. All she wanted was to be with a black man, but she feared it would never happen. As she came for a second time, she wept.
-----
Vanessa stepped into the meeting room and closed the door behind her. Michael Tandino sat at the end of the long table, waiting for her. Confidently, she strode up to him and then sunk to her knees as he swivelled his chair around. His enormous black cock was standing proud to meet her, all 11 inches of it. She eyed it greedily before taking it into her mouth. She worshipped that cock and all others like it, something she was thankful for every day of her life. She stroked the shaft as she worked his balls with her tongue.
Eventually he grimaced, her ministrations too much even for him and cum sprayed all over Vanessa’s face. She laughed with joy as he plastered her with jet after jet of hot, sticky semen. When he had finished, she stood, not bothering to wipe off the cum.
“I met an old friend today,” Vanessa said. “I’ve got the feeling she’s going to be the ideal candidate for a new video series. She’s a bored, sexy housewife with this cute innocence about her... but I can see in her eyes there’s something lurking, like she’s just waiting for something to happen to unleash all her pent-up frustration. She’ll be working with you on the redevelopment program and I’ll keep working on her myself.”
“Sounds good,” Michael said, his deep, gravelly voice so alluring to Vanessa. She noted with glee that his cock was still hard. Smiling, she pulled down her skirt and straddled him, sinking each gorgeous inch of his manhood into her slippery twat.
So she lay there, kneading her remaining bit of fabric, her pussy raging, her heart churning, until she could stand it no more. Getting up, she slipped on her plush dressing gown and slippers, easing the door open and leaving her husband to his dreams. She quietly went downstairs, slumping onto the sofa. Flicking the TV on, she watched in a daze as awful, awful dross was spat out of the screen at her. Boring political debate, stupid chat show, awful music videos. She settled on the last one, just letting the repetitive rhythms and mindless lyrics wash over her. Pop, pop, dance, soft rock, rap... suddenly, she noticed her legs had moved apart. She felt herself, still naked under the dressing gown.To her shock, she was wet.
Her eyes flicked back to the screen. On it a pair of shirtless, muscular black rappers were yeah-ing and uh huh-ing into the camera. White women gyrated and, to her surprise, seemed to simulating sex acts with the men. It looked frighteningly realistic. Her pussy twinged and she realised this imagery was turning her on. Her heart was racing now as the video continued, similarly lewd imagery, black men displaying their raw masculinity while white girls metaphorically lapped it up... and her body responded in kind too. She moaned as she slipped a hand down to her slick pussy. A finger went inside and she gasped. Her legs spread wider and her other hand began to tentatively rub her clitoris. She moaned louder, pleasure she’d not experienced for a long time building inside her. Still the images played on, her masturbation quicker now, more frenzied. She was close, so close...
“Mum!” her ******** shouted from upstairs. “Cassie is making fun of me!”
Corina wanted to scream as she was brought back down to earth. Fucking kids! She’d been so close, so fucking close. Now, she was more frustrated than before.
“What the hell, both of you?” she said, storming into their room. “Your *** is asleep and it is school tomorrow. Just go to bed. Now!”
“But Mum...!”
“No buts. Do it. If I have to come back in again later, there’ll be trouble, okay?”
Grumbles of assent followed her as she left the room the two girls shared. She smiled secretly as she listened to them arguing quietly from the other side. She loved her *********, but as she looked towards her bedroom, she felt strange, like something was missing. Love? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to be with her husband that night. She slept in the guest bedroom, her mind filled with twin thoughts - of her frustration and of those rugged black rappers on the screen. Only instead of random white girls, it was her face she saw on the woman dancing with three men, body slick with sweat as big hands pawed at her, stripped her of her clothes. Sleep didn’t come easily that night.
----
Corina kissed her two ********* goodbye, waving as they ran down the street, arguing as normal, towards the bus stop. As always, they barely made it before it arrived, scrambling up the stairs to the back seat. Corina watched as the bus drove off before heading back inside. A quick search for her car keys and handbag and she was ready for work, just another Monday at the office. Corina worked on a community outreach project, all about helping disadvantaged youths in poor neighbourhoods, that sort of thing. Rewarding, though not particularly exciting. Still, it paid better than you’d expect and she was thankful for being able to get some space between herself and Colin, her husband.
He’d been all smiles that morning, as chirpy and happy as she was frustrated and grumpy. Still, happy face on and all that. Sighing, she looked into his office as she prepared to leave.
“Okay, I’m off to work now,” she said, poking her head round the door.
“Have a nice day!” Colin said, looking up from his desk. In front of him was spread various files, all sorts of numbers and accounts of whatever boring firm he was working for that week. Sometimes Corina wondered if he loved his work a little too much, more than her... then she wondered why that even bothered her anymore. He was engrossed in his work as she closed the front door, getting in her car with yet another sigh. She paused to look at her wedding band for a second. All the promises, dreams of youth, signified by this ring, discarded over the years as the monotony of ****** life ground her down. Still, she was well off, content in her rut. And she was fiercely loyal, too. No matter how much bad things got, how bored she was, she’d made a commitment and she wouldn’t break those vows. At least, she couldn’t envisage a situation that would make her do so.
She checked herself in the mirror before heading off. She was pleased with what she saw - her black hair freshly cut a few days before into a fashionable bob, make-up all fine and dandy. She smiled and drove off. 30 minutes later and she was walking to her desk. Most of the employees here were female and she said hello to a few of them who’d arrived early as she passed by. Her desk was at the far end of the room, one she shared with Emily Gerrard, a young work experience kid with startling, shoulder-length red hair. She was nice, fairly nervous around older women with more experience, but Corina liked her. She was pretty, sure to bag a nice husband at some point, have pretty kids, live in a pretty house and so on.
“Hi Emily,” Corina said, sitting down at her computer and logging into the system. “Good weekend? Any hot dates?”
“Oh, my... no, I just went to see my ******,” Emily blushed, embarrassed. “I... er, no, no dates for me. Not since Paul, anyway. I told you about that, right? Disaster.”
“Yes, you did,” Corina said. She checked her schedule for the day. Hmm, not much to do. “But if you want, you can....”
“Ladies, gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” Rose Templeton, their boss, called out. Corina didn’t know what to make of Rose really. She was stern, all business, all the time, but she wasn’t unkind. She treated her staff fairly and they respected her for doing so. There wasn’t the usual office bitching about superiors that you’d usually get in an office environment. Rose was in her early 50s, unmarried, dedicated to her career.
“Okay, listen up. We’ve got a special visitor later this week. His name is Michael Tandino, a big shot property developer, business mogul, investor. He’s keen to invest in some redevelopment in some of the areas we deal with so be on your best behaviour. Give him whatever information he and his team requires and maybe our jobs will be get a little easier. The people we help could do with the sort of break that Mr Tandino’s investments usually bring.”
Rose paused.
“Mrs Burbank, I’m giving you the task of being Mr Tandino’s main contact with the company. Miss Gerrard, this’ll be a good chance for you to learn the practical ropes, see how Mrs Burbank does her work. Listen, learn. Okay, good, the rest of you will follow Corina’s lead. Any other questions, just ask me. Okay, back to work.”
She went back into her office and Corina felt all eyes on her. She was proud to get the assignment, but she knew others might be jealous. She’d have to make sure other people had their fair share of responsibility.
“Wow, that’s pretty cool,” Emily said as the office returned to normal slowly. “I can’t wait to see you in action, Corina.”
“Thanks,” Corina smiled. For a while, the two women worked silently, but Corina finished what she had to do pretty quickly. Twiddling a pen in her left hand, she wondered what she could do to pass the time. Thoughts flashed back to the night before, the rap video she had watched and, on a whim, she decided to look the group up on the internet. She typed in the name, ‘Black Phallus’, and clicked on their official website.
There they were on the screen, the three brutish, muscular black men from the video. She tutted at the image of them, standing arms crossed, naked white girls kneeling around them, almost like they were worshipping the men. Corina looked over her shoulder, suddenly worried somebody might see her looking at this website, especially with the nudity so brazenly on display.
Luckily, she was in an area of the office where nobody could see her screen, unless they were right behind her. She returned her gaze to the website, shaking her head at the suggestive images of girls with heads at groin level, meant to intimate they were giving the men blowjobs. One even had a girl bent over, groin pressed up against the man, apparently suggesting penetrative sex. Please, as if people actually had that much fun with sex, Corina thought, nothing the glazed expression on the girl’s face. At least fake it convincingly.
Corina clicked on a link saying ‘Manifesto’, which turned out to be a diatribe on how black men were naturally superior to white men, how white women craved black males and so on. How white women never went back to white men after being with black guys, how they would betray any and all marriage vows when given the chance to be with black men, that sort of thing. Corina shook her head and how ludicrous it all was. She had to admit that, yes, black men were often attractive and, generally, they did seem more athletic, stronger, than the white men she knew, but she didn’t buy into the myths that were commonly peddled. Still, though, her thoughts of the video and her body’s reaction gave her pause. Was there really something in all this? No, surely not. And anyway, no way would a white woman just give up on her marriage because of some crazy biological theory. Wouldn’t happen.
“Oh, you like Black Phallus?”
Corina jumped out of her skin, whirling in her chair to see Emily standing, looking over her shoulder.
“Holy fuck, Emily!” Corina shouted. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“I... er... I didn’t,” Emily said, nervously. “I... I said your name like three times. You didn’t respond, just kept reading and... er, licking your lips.”
“I was not... hmm, sorry, yes, I just... um, get engrossed in reading things sometimes,” Corina said, blushing slightly. “Er, what was it you wanted?”
“Oh, nothing really, just that it’s lunch now. Do you want to go get something together? I mean, if you’re not already... you know, doing something?”
“Okay, yes, that sounds good, I...”
“Emily!” Rose said, poking her head out of her office. “Can I have a word please? Don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble.”
“... guess that means we’ll have to put lunch off then,” Corina finished, smiling. “Tomorrow, for sure.”
“Cool, it’s a date!” Emily laughing, heading off to Rose’s office. Corina watched her go before shutting down her browser and grabbing her handbag. Lonely lunch it was, then.
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There was a coffee shop a few blocks away from the office that Corina liked to go to. It was close enough to be convenient, but it also allowed her to get away from her colleagues for a bit if she needed to think. She ordered her usual and sat there, staring blankly into the distance, thoughts entirely on what she’d just read on the Black Phallus website. Were those just models, paid to pretend like black men were ‘all that’, or were they really into it? She still didn’t believe sex with a black guy would be that much better than it would with her husband. Men were just... useless, she thought, only interested in their own pleasure and incapable of satisfying a woman’s needs. She’d heard stories of men who weren’t like that, but she’d never been with one, not even before she’d met Colin. Just one limp boyfriend after the other. She was amazed Colin had been able to impregnate her twice.
“Corina? Is that... oh wow, it is you! Oh my God!”
A familiar voice broke her reverie, one she hadn’t heard for a long, long time.
“Holy shit, Vanessa?” Corina yelled, standing abruptly. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The two old college friends embraced, hugging each other close.
“Wow,” Vanessa Ball said, breaking up the hug. “10 years or so, right? Jesus, we always said we’d keep in touch, besties and all that. Life, though, right? Kinda gets in the way.”
Vanessa sat opposite Corina, crossing her legs. Her long, blonde hair flowed down her back, something that Corina remembered from their college days. A bit older perhaps, but still so much like she used to look. I wish I still did, Corina thought.
“Nice tattoo,” Corina said, noticing a sizeable Queen of Spades symbol on Vanessa’s right ankle.
“Oh, that,” Vanessa grinned. “Yes, I really do quite like that one. You know what it means?”
“No, I’m not very good with tattoos and that sort of thing,” Corina confessed. “Conservative mummy, you know me.”
“Yeah, you were always a bit of a prude,” Vanessa winked. “But wow, yeah, you work around here?”
“Yeah, just in the community outreach building a few blocks away. It’s pretty good, you know. Not what I thought I’d be doing, but it’s fine. How about you? I thought you lived in...?”
“Oh, I moved up here a few weeks ago,” Vanessa said. “Just started working for Tandino Ventures in their legal department. It’s... satisfying work, for sure.”
“Tandino? Michael Tandino? Wow, talk about coincidence,” Corina said. “I’m going to be working with him on some project he’s got going on in some areas we work in.”
“Ah yeah, the new building project,” Vanessa said, sipping her coffee. “It’s a great thing to work for someone who cares about those less fortunate, you know. It’s one of the reasons I decided to quit my last job and work ... under him.”
“So tell me,” Corina said. “I don’t see a wedding ring. Still a singleton?”
A wicked grin flashed across Vanessa’s face for a second. It was gone almost instantly, but Corina saw it. Curious, she thought.
“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve not really been seeing anyone in a relationship kind of way for a good few years now. Not since... well, you don’t want to hear about that.”
“Come on,” Corina said. “You know about me, boring housewife, two kids, mortgage. Your life sounds a bit more exciting than that. Enlighten me.”
“Well, I had a few blind dates, All awful, flash guys in suits, but who... couldn’t... let’s just say their wallets bulged far more than their pants.”
Corina almost choked on her coffee at that.
“Vee, that’s... oh dear,” she laughed.
“Yeah, well, then I met this guy, his name was Lamar and... it changed my life. There was this instant click, something I’d never felt before with anyone else. We talked and I went back to his place and... well, you know.”
“Oh my goodness, you... had sex with a blind date? But... how come you’re not married? Didn’t it work out?” Corina said, puzzled.
“Oh, I still see him to this day. He’s from around here actually. Just... well, I wanted to keep my options open. You see... Corina, can I be honest with you here?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, so Lamar is... black. And let’s just say that those myths you heard... they’re not myths. They’re completely true. And since knowing him... well, let’s just say that other myth, about never going back...”
“Oh... so you’re saying that... you’ve never been with a white man since Lamar?” Corina said, raising one eyebrow in disbelief.
“It’s the truth, I’m not going to lie about it,” Vanessa said, cheerfully.
“But... why didn’t you get married? It doesn’t make sense,” Corina asked.
“Oh, poor sweet Corina, still as innocent as ever,” Vanessa laughed, caressing Corina’s cheek gently. “Oh, look at the time, I’ve got to be getting back. It’s been amazing to see you again, Cozza.”
“Eek, don’t call me that, you know I hate it,” Corina winced.
“Sure, I won’t. Here, why don’t you take my number and we can meet up again. Soon!”
Vanessa stood, straightened her clothes out and bent forward to give Corina a peck on the cheek.
“Wait,” Corina said. “You never said why you didn’t get married.”
“Well... I guess I just never needed to. And,” she said, winking, “marrying one guy would just make all the others jealous.”
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Vanessa left the café, leaving Corina looking bemused after her. Paying up, she thought about what Vanessa had said. Obviously she was just playing the field, waiting for the right man. The alternative - that her old friend would have so many lovers that marrying one would be impossible - was too far-fetched for Corina to believe. Vanessa had been a virgin at college, constantly refusing the attentions of guys there. To think she’d go from that to opening her legs for any man was absurd.
A sudden shiver went down her spine. All the things she’d read on the Black Phallus website, about girls being powerless to resist black men, never going back, all that. Could Vanessa really be a ... black cock slut? Corina hugged herself, feeling cold even though the sun was blazing in the cloudless sky. She had faith in her friend, but she had this vision of her with one of the rappers, legs wrapped around his back, taking him into her completely... and it made her pussy tingle like crazy.
“No, it’s wrong,” Corina mumbled to herself, but her body didn’t seem to think it was. She knew she was soaking wet now, her underwear sodden already. Shit, what was wrong with her? One music video and an inconclusive chat with an old friend and she was more aroused than she’d been for years.
She tried to immerse herself in her work, but it proved difficult. Her mind couldn’t shift lingering thoughts of Vanessa and the faceless black male she imagined her with. All to that awful rap tune in the background.
“Are you okay?” Emily said after a while. “You look... distracted.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Corina said. “Just saw an old friend at lunch, she... said some interesting things. Made me think about them too much, annoyingly.”
“Like what?” Emily said. “Oh, sorry, you don’t have to answer...”
“It’s alright, all silly anyway,” Corina said, offering a weary smile. “Let me ask you then... you know this Black Phallus group, right?”
“Yes,” Emily said.
“So you know all this stuff about black men and white women they talk about?”
“Er... yeah.”
“I mean... do you believe that? That it could happen to... say, me? That any white girl is powerless to resist these apparently natural urges to be with the best males? That our societal pressures are the only things tying us to weaker, white males?”
“Um,” Emily said, not sure how to respond. “I’m not sure. I’ve not thought about it.”
“Hmm,” Corina murmured, tapping her pen on the desk. “My friend... I think she is saying it is true, but she was fairly oblique about it all. Well, anyway, probably time to head home now.”
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Later that evening, Emily closed the door to her apartment and began to strip. Seconds later, she was completely naked, her chest heaving. Her pussy was soaking wet and she began to touch herself. Moaning, she sank down onto the sofa and pressed play on the remote. The video she’d been watching the night before started up again
As she watched the young, white girl on the screen get pounded by a gang of black men, she spread her own legs wide, sinking two fingers into her juicy cunt. As the girl on the screen began to cum, so did Emily, her body shaking with pleasure as she watched her fantasies come to life on screen. Corina had asked if Emily believed what Black Phallus said, but Emily had lied. She believed it with every fibre of her being. All she wanted was to be with a black man, but she feared it would never happen. As she came for a second time, she wept.
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Vanessa stepped into the meeting room and closed the door behind her. Michael Tandino sat at the end of the long table, waiting for her. Confidently, she strode up to him and then sunk to her knees as he swivelled his chair around. His enormous black cock was standing proud to meet her, all 11 inches of it. She eyed it greedily before taking it into her mouth. She worshipped that cock and all others like it, something she was thankful for every day of her life. She stroked the shaft as she worked his balls with her tongue.
Eventually he grimaced, her ministrations too much even for him and cum sprayed all over Vanessa’s face. She laughed with joy as he plastered her with jet after jet of hot, sticky semen. When he had finished, she stood, not bothering to wipe off the cum.
“I met an old friend today,” Vanessa said. “I’ve got the feeling she’s going to be the ideal candidate for a new video series. She’s a bored, sexy housewife with this cute innocence about her... but I can see in her eyes there’s something lurking, like she’s just waiting for something to happen to unleash all her pent-up frustration. She’ll be working with you on the redevelopment program and I’ll keep working on her myself.”
“Sounds good,” Michael said, his deep, gravelly voice so alluring to Vanessa. She noted with glee that his cock was still hard. Smiling, she pulled down her skirt and straddled him, sinking each gorgeous inch of his manhood into her slippery twat.
