Blackshaft 1-05 – Lines part 3

Rama – Blackshaft 1-05 – Lines part 3
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St Ignatious. Principle’s Office. Day.

Caroline Wyatt was on her knees. Mr Jameson stood over her, his thick black cock was in her hand, her fingers tightly gripping the beautifully black shaft. For the first time in her life she knew what love really was. her heart and her pussy throbbed as she looked at it. The long, thick phallus was huge. She understood now why she felt the way she did after that first night. She could see how it – he – made her feel. She could imagine that mighty shaft parting her tender sex kips and pushing inside, then starting to thrust and pound into her. Deeper than anyone before. She could see the head pushing into her womb, then the first shot of thick fertile seed fire out into her. Into her womb. Caroline moaned. It felt so right. All those years she’d spurned the idea of children. They were something that simply got in the way. They would impede her career. She had seen enough of them with their precociousness and attitude. Why should she want some at home?
The black cock in her hand throbbed and she saw the pre-cum ooze out. She knew why she should want them now. Nature demanded it. They were all here to continue the race. It was a woman’s duty to find the best mate and carry on the genes. Caroline Wyatt put her tongue out and licked up the pre-cum. It was a woman’s duty. It was her duty to carry on the species. She stood up and kissed the black man. “I want your babies,” she told him.
He just smiled and pushed her back towards the desk. Caroline rolled her skirt up around her waist and sat back on it then lay back. She parted her legs, letting him see how wet and ready her eager pussy was then watched as he stepped between her thighs. She closed her eyes and imagined that big, black shaft coming closer. The touch was enough. Caroline gasped as the head pressed against her wet pussy lips.
“First,” the black man said and she groaned. “Tell me exactly what Emma Agnews said.” he told her.
Caroline quickly told him again. How the woman was in tears, how she quit and said Mr Jameson should be careful. “Please…” Caroline begged, reaching for his cock only to find him pull away.
“Nothing else?” the black man said.
“Nothing. I swear. Fuck me. Please!” she pleaded.
“Say it properly.” he said.
Caroline Wyatt looked into the black man’s eyes. She saw the power behind them. He was the Male. The leader in the pack. His genes deserved to be carried on, they would give strong, healthy children Children that deserved to live. Caroline knew her child would be black. “Breed me!” she told him.
The black man looked down at her. “Balls deep, bitch.” he said simply and plunged his huge cock into her. Caroline gasped as the thick shaft stretched her again, then felt him pull her legs up and put them over his shoulders. “All the fucking way!” he grinned and began pounding into her. Caroline gasped as the cock sank into her balls deep. She felt him stop as he let her feel the deep throbbing shaft seem to fill every bit of her. She knew why he’d lifted her legs. It gave him extra space. He was going to breed her. Right here, right now. All that fertile seed was going to flood her womb. Caroline clung to the desk as he grunted hard with each thrust forcing every inch of cock he had into her. She felt his balls squash against her ass.
“COME ON!” she yelled. “Every fucking drop!” Caroline saw him close his eyes, his pounding not stopping. “Yessssss, come on…”
IronRod reared up, plunging his cock into one last time. He heard her gasp as his hot potent seed exploded into the white woman’s womb as her own orgasm exploded and stayed inside her, feeling the juices flood, making the passage even easier. He looked at her as he pushed in as far as he could so the last of his cum could join the rest inside her fertile womb. The woman was shaking, panting as she came…
He grinned. No man would wear a condom with this bitch again. No black man anyway….



Corrine Allen’s Apartment. Night.

Kacey looked at the shelves again. There wasn’t many DVDs on them. A couple of rom-coms, two or three TV shows, and some drama but nothing more. The TV was huge. The system was state-of-the-art home cinema. Corrine had never mentioned any man in her life. Probably just not got the time for one, or for watching movies, she thought as she look at the sparse DVD collection again. What she knew of Corrine Allen was that she was one of the best CEO’s in the city, always looking after the people under her. Always at meetings or making deals probably. She should own this company, not some dumb college girl. “Fuck you, Alison.” Kacey said. Her eyes had been opened now. How Alison really just cared for her own crusade and the hell with anyone else. How many times had nearly been killed by Smiler or one of the other taunting maniacs that had recently inhabited and terrorised the city? Kacey had even thought herself it would be so much simpler just to shoot the bastards and be done with it. Finish them and move on…
How the hell did she expect me to run a company, Kacey wondered. And what did Alison Beach ever really teach her? How to size up a person and know how many ways to either cripple or kill them? Easy. Driving at high speed through traffic? No problem. Seven forms of martial arts? Could do them blindfolded, that was even part of the training. But what about life? What about boys, or woman’s things? “There’s more to life than kicking the shit out of people!”
“Amen!”
Kacey whipped round saw Corrine Allen holding up a bag as she walked past toward the kitchen. “Picked up some chinese.” the business woman said.



Emma Agnews Apartment. Night.

She should just have quit as soon as the first call was made. Emma had two bags packed. She leave this city and start again. Somewhere she wouldn’t be known. Somewhere whoever it was threatened her wouldn’t…
Emma sank down on the bed and started sobbing. What was kidding herself about? As soon as that video was looked at she couldn’t go anywhere. The cops would be coming after her. If she left, then it would be the FBI. They would never believe her when she’d tell them she didn’t know. Being drunk would never be acceptable. People would laugh or sneer or just point. And then what about her family? What would that do to them?
The doorbell made her jump. Emma looked up and wondered it she could get out the window. Nah, she thought. They’ll have people waiting out there. “Fuck it.” she said. A weight seemed to lift as she made her choice. Just tell the truth, accept her guilt and take what’s coming. She was drunk, she had done something wrong while being drunk. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was a reason. She’d never teach again. she’d learn to take the jokes and the comments. Emma sniffed and wiped her eyes as the doorbell rang again.
She stood up and straightened her clothes. It was a mistake. A stupid drunken mistake, she told herself as she walked towards the door. Emma stopped in front of it and took a breath before finally opening it. “I-” Emma stopped as she saw Taylor Jameson standing there.
“Now what’s this shit about me having to be careful?” the well-built black man asked.



Corrine Allen’s Apartment. Night.

“Penny for them.” Corrine said, pouring some white wine into two glasses.
“I don’t dr–” Kacey said.
“Alison’s advice?” the businesswoman asked. Kacey nodded. “She tell about the apple juice trick?” Kacey shook her head. “Every time she got a glass of champagne or anything dark coloured it would be something like apple juice.” Corrine put one of the glasses in front of the young woman. “Enough bullshit, girl. have a drink.”
Kacey looked at the wine then picked up the glass. “Apple juice, huh?” she said.
“Apple juice.” Corrine raised her own glass. “Slaine”
Kacey clinked her glass against Corrine’s and took a sip. She smiled.
“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life,” Corrine smiled back. “Boss.”


Emma Agnews Apartment. Night.

IronRod was surprised when she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.