Virginia Coleman

Virginia Coleman by Carol Collins The Monday morning rush hour traffic was as slow as usual. At least it was a beautiful Spring morning. Virginia turned her thoughts inwards as she waited for the car in front of her to move another ten feet forward. Today was to be her first day on her new job as Executive Personal Assistant to Malcolm Jones, a large handsome Black man and Director of Urban Partners For The Development Of Social Education. It was a tax funded organization established to insure that minorities were well represented in modern society. Virginia would not have considered working there just a year ago. Now, she felt fortunate to have landed the position. Virginia had been an administrative assistant for one of the Fortune Five Hundred Companies just three months before. Corporate down-sizing had eliminated her job, along with many others. John Coleman, her husband had a low paying dead end job and they simply could not live on his salary alone. She was forced to accept this position even thought she was not completely comfortable with the sometimes inappropriate and blatantly appraising stares that her new and slightly younger African- American boss had given her during the job interview. She had worn proper attire for their meeting, but he seemed to be undressing her with his dark eyes as she had outlined her areas of expertise. Virginia was so distracted by her thoughts that she never noticed the guy in the truck in the next lane in traffic. He had certainly noticed her. From his higher position, he could look down inside of her red Mitsubishi automobile. What he saw was a pretty redhead with lustrous shoulder length hair, a green silk blouse that molded itself to a pair of large breasts, black knee length wool skirt that had ridden up part way to the top of her thighs, exposing the hem of her green silk slip and a pair of beautifully shaped feminine legs encased in black nylon stockings. Virginia, now thirty-seven years old, may have been several years older than the young man, but he was having fantasies of what he would do to her if he had her in his bedroom. Like most such fantasies, they would never come true. The traffic began to move forward. Virginia was almost late for her first day at the Urban Partners Headquarters. She rushed in and began working immediately. When Malcolm arrived, she brought a mug of steaming fresh coffee to him. He thanked her, smiling at the efficiency of his beautiful redheaded secretary. Malcolm had always had a "thing" for married white women. Virginia's red hair looked to be natural. He was determined that it would not be just her hair dresser that knew for sure if she dyed it. He had found out that she really needed this job because her husband could not support his family on his measly income. Malcolm's planned conquest of the beautiful Virginia Coleman was to begin this week. Malcolm Jones was a very clever man. He had manipulated the system and had been appointed to head the social education programs for the Urban Partners. His salary was considered excessive by some. If they had know about the expense accounts, the free use of a state owned car, a new Mercury Grand Marquis with all the extras, they would have been truly amazed. His expensive suits and nice apartment were obtained at a discount, or for free, from merchants that wanted to be on friendly terms with such a politically connected man as Malcolm. Malcolm still went to the gym three days a week. He knew that he needed a good physique to pick up the most attractive and desirable of the white women that also went there. Seeing a wedding band on a woman's ring finger only made her more appealing to him. Many times a satisfied wife had returned to her home and husband with Malcolm's potent seed dripping into the crotchband of her panties. Malcolm had lost count of the number. Virginia interrupted Malcolm's thoughts when she announced that the Mayor was here to see him. Malcolm told her to show him in. Andrew Oldham was the new Black Mayor. He, like Malcolm, was a fairly young African-American with a great political future ahead of him. Malcolm stood, greeted Andy warmly and shook the offered hand. Malcolm told his administrative assistant, "Virginia, please get the Mayor a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar, if I remember correctly." The Mayor nodded his head and both men turned their heads to watch the shapely derriere of the redheaded secretary as she left the room to fetch the cup of coffee. Andrew leaned toward Malcolm and lowered his voice as he asked, "Have you tagged your new secretary yet?" When Malcolm told him that she had only started working that morning, the mayor added, "Well when you break her in, save a piece for me." Malcolm assured his friend that he could have some of the pretty redhead as soon as she was initiated into inter-racial loving. Virginia returned the Mayor's smiled as she placed the cup of coffee in front of him. Virginia had voted for Andrew Oldham because she thought that he had the best interest of all the residents of the city in his heart. Her teenage daughter, Rebecca, and her friend, Andrea, had even worked during the political campaign passing out flyers. The last Mayor had been caught in an extra-marital affair and that, according to the way Virginia was raised, was inexcusable. She thought that Andrew Oldham was such a nice man. Now, he was calling her by her first name. Virginia smiled as she went about her morning tasks of running a busy office. Andy finished with his business and left, stopping to say that he was glad that Virginia had joined their little team and, "Together, we will work for a brighter tomorrow and a better future for our children." Virginia was very happy that she had voted for him. Five o'clock finally arrived. Virginia had been busy trying to learn where everything was located in the office and storerooms. She felt that the day had gone very well as she switched off her computer and straightened her desk. Malcolm called her into his office and she automatically picked up her steno pad in case she needed to take notes. When she entered his office, she asked, "You called me, Mr. Jones?" "Yes, I did, Virginia." He leaned back in his plush leather executive chair as he studied his new secretary's appearance. Even after a hard day's work, she still looked as fresh as she had when he had arrived at the office. He could barely wait to find out if those tits were real. "Have a seat." Virginia sat in the low chair across from his desk, causing her skirt to ride up her shapely legs and expose much of her nylon covered thighs. She modestly pulled her hem back down. "I just wanted to tell you that you have done well today. I think we are going to get along very well." Virginia sighed inwardly. Her family's bills had piled up while she was out of work and she really needed this job. Her husband, John, simply did not make enough to keep them afloat financially. Plus, having a teenage daughter that was a senior in high school meant that they were always spending money. Rebecca was a beautiful redhead that looked much like her mother. Virginia really loved her daughter and wanted to provide for her. She relaxed a little as she thought about the financial security that her new job afforded her family. "I hope you don't mind working late tomorrow night. I have a dinner with an important client and I need you there to take notes. Of course, there will be over time pay." Virginia knew that the extra money would come in handy in catching up some over-due bills. She agreed to go. Malcolm knew that the taxpayers would pick up the tab for his meal at one of the swanky restaurants in town, plus, they would pay for helping him get the pretty secretary indoctrinated to black loving. It was times like this that he really loved his job! Virginia agreed to accompany her new boss the following evening. Malcolm Jones was smiling as he watched her leave for home. Virginia's father had been a Baptist Preacher and had raised her very strictly. She had not been permitted to date until she was eighteen. It was not until she had taken a course in the community college that she had attended that she found out that she had to wear fashionable clothing just to survive in the business world. Her wardrobe consisted of tasteful, but business oriented clothes. Mr. Jones had asked her to wear something suitable for a night on the town when she came in to work the next morning. She supposed that the basic black dress that she had worn to her niece's wedding would qualify, although it showed much more cleavage that was appropriate for the office. When Virginia arrived home, she found that Rebecca and Andrea, Rebecca's long time best friend and their next door neighbor's daughter, had already cooked supper. Rebecca was about five foot six, a little thin, except for her large breasts, had a pretty face and figure, plus she was a cheerleader at school. Andrea was almost Rebecca's twin, but with brunette hair and brown eyes instead of red hair and green eyes. Both girls had been brought up in religious households and had refused to let any of the boys at school sully their virginal purity. They each knew that when they found Mr. Right, he would appreciate them more if they let him have that precious gift. Virginia went to the master bedroom and removed her silk blouse and wool skirt. She pulled her full green silk slip up over her head and turned to see her reflection in the closet door mirrors. She had originally been opposed to having such icons of vanity in her bedroom, but the old closet doors had torn up and these were on sale and cheaper than any other replacement doors. They certainly did give her a full length view of her shapely figure as she peeled her black pantyhose down off her lower body. Virginia took just an extra moment to notice that the diet and exercise program that she had been on for the last few years had really paid off. No one would suspect her of being the mother of an seventeen year old daughter. Her white satin brassiere fought to contain her big breasts. Virginia had always been self-conscious about her endowments. Her father had warned her of the pleasures of the flesh and she had always avoided most forms of sexual thrills. As she turned to put on a loose fitting sweat suit, her white satin covered shapely bottom was displayed to the mirror. At the dinner table, Virginia told about her first day on her new job. She spoke of her wonderful new boss, of meeting the Mayor, whom she thought was a great man, and of the trials and tribulations of being an administrative office assistant. Rebecca and Andrea's sweet angelic faces showed how impressed they were with Virginia's new job. Even John, her husband of nineteen years, listened intently. He was rather short and was thin, but he loved his wife. He was concerned, however, when he heard that his wife would be out late the next evening with a black man. What if anyone he knew were to see Virginia in the restaurant? Of course, he did not voice his concerns. After all, he did not wish to seem to be racially prejudiced. That night, John wanted to make love to his wife, but he knew that she would only agree on the weekend. As rarely as they made love, it was almost a waste for her to take her birth control pills. John tossed and turned until, finally, he managed to get to sleep. The next morning, Virginia put on her black satin brassiere and panties, black pantyhose, black party dress and a pair of black high heeled pumps. A gold necklace and a matching pair of earrings, plus her wedding rings, completed her outfit. She fluffed her red hair just a little in preparation for the evening. It was a good thing that her husband had already left for work before she was finished dressing or else he would have really worried. Virginia just wanted to make sure that her new boss was suitably impressed with his new administrative assistant. The second day at work went smoothly. Each time that Malcolm saw his prey sitting prettily at her desk, his dark monstrous tool began to rise in his expensive slacks. "Tonight," he promised himself, "her beautiful white ass would belong to him." Poor Virginia was so completely naive about the ways of the world. When it was time to leave the office, Malcolm Jones escorted his new secretary to his large luxury automobile. He even opened her door and waited till she had sat down in the passenger seat before closing it and walking around to get in on his side. Like most men, he had wanted to see just how high Virginia would let the hem of her dress rise as she swung her legs around as she sat down. He was disappointed because she had demonstrated her modesty by keeping her thighs covered all the way to her knees. He knew he could change her attitude in a short period of time. The ride to the restaurant was short. When they arrived at the restaurant, some of the patrons stared at the mixed race couple as they were shown to a table in a quiet corner. Virginia felt self-conscious as she accompanied her black boss to their table. It felt as if every one were starring at her. She was grateful that a small divider and a potted plant afforded them some protection from prying eyes. When she was seated, Malcolm moved his chair closer to hers as he sat down. "Our clients are supposed to be here in about fifteen minutes. Why don't we order a drink and wait for them to get here before we order our dinner?" Virginia informed him that she did not drink. "Okay. You can be the designated driver. I'll order you a juice drink so that I am not drinking alone." He called the black waiter over and placed an order for a bourbon on the rocks for himself and a Kaulua Special for the Lady. Virginia never noticed the winks that were exchanged. Thirty minutes later, Malcolm ordered another set of drinks. Virginia had never tasted such a delicious tropical fruit drink as the Kaulua Special. She sipped her new drink through a straw as she listened to Malcolm talk about the importance of their work to the future of the community. He was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. It was his friend, Jamal calling at the pre-arranged time. Malcolm pretended that he was talking to the non-existent client that was supposed to meet with Virginia and him this evening. He even acted surprised that the meeting had to be canceled because of an airline connection being missed. He played his part very well and Virginia, in her alcohol dazed state of mind, believed the ruse. When Malcolm turned off his cell phone, he turned to his slightly inebriated secretary and explained that since they were already here, they should at least eat dinner on their office expense account. By this time, Virginia's second glass was empty and she could see no reason why they shouldn't. Malcolm had another drink with his meal while Virginia had another Kaulua Special. The waiter had put a shot of one hundred eighty proof pure grain alcohol in each of the redhead's drinks. When the meal was finished. Virginia was helped to her feet. Malcolm slipped an arm around her waist to steady her as they left the restaurant. She never noticed the disapproving stares that a few of the patrons tossed her way as she drunkenly clung to the large black man for support. This time, she was not as careful as she sat down in his car. Her dress rose up to expose half of her thighs. He was disappointed to see that she immediately pulled her dress down. Virginia paid no attention to where Mr. Jones was driving them. She had assumed that he was taking her back to the office so she could get into her car and drive home to the safety of her loving husband and daughter. Malcolm had other ideas. They arrived at his apartment and he coaxed Virginia into coming inside for a few minutes before he took her back to her car. She really believed him when he said that he had to pick up some important papers for the office. He opened the door for them and ushered the pretty white wife inside of the beautifully decorated apartment where he had entertained so many other white wives. Virginia accepted a fourth Kaulua Special while he pretended to search for the papers. When Malcolm left the room to go to the bedroom, Jamal was waiting for him with the eight millimeter video camcorder. The one in the living room had already been switched on and was recording. Jamal would come in as soon as the action began to get the close-ups. Virginia was sitting on the sofa, in the semi darkened living room, listening to some soft music and sipping on her drink, when she noticed how late it had gotten. She needed to get home if she was going to be on time the next morning. Malcolm returned, sat down close to her and placed his arm around her shoulders. Even in her diminished state, alarm bells began ringing in her brain. She politely stated, "I want to thank you for the very pleasant evening. The meal was terrific and I love this fruit drink. But, it is getting late and I really need to go home." Malcolm noticed that she was slurring some of her words as he slid closer and took the empty glass out of her hands. "I'll take you to your car in a few minutes. I just want to tell you how happy I am to have you for my administrative assistant. You are very professional. Plus, you are one of the most beautiful women that I know." Virginia smiled at the compliment even as Malcolm's lips descended onto hers. Her husband, John, was almost the only other man that had kissed her. She noticed that Mr. Jones's lips were thicker and softer than her husband's were. Her alcohol fogged brain was slow to react until she felt his thick tongue entering her mouth. She weakly tried to push her boss away as his tongue delved deeply into her mouth. She tried to protest when she his large black hand began kneading her left breast through her dress and brassiere. Somehow, he found her sensitive nipple and pinched it, sending erotic sensations coursing throughout her body. Virginia was desperately trying to pull away from her amorous boss as his tongue stroked in and out between her sweet lips and his fingers pinched her tingling nipples. He had pushed her against the back of his sofa and had her completely under his control. He noticed that her resistance was fading as their kiss continued. Virginia knew this was wrong, but could not control herself as her hand went up to wrap around his thick muscular neck. Malcolm dropped his free hand to the hem of her dress and slipped it up under the material and onto her warm nylon covered thighs. She tried to protest again, but succeeded in only making moaning sounds as his large thick fingers slid between her legs and began massaging her vagina through the nylon pantyhose and black satin panties. Her resistance lasted less than two minutes. Only her husband had touched her their! Yet, Virginia could no longer control her pulsating body as her legs parted, giving her African-American boss full access to her body's most intimate region. Malcolm was pleased with her reactions to his pussy rubbing. He made her reach an orgasm twice before he pulled her dress up to her waist and slipped his hand inside her black nylon pantyhose and black satin panties. Her soft red pubic hair surrounded her wet juicy slit. His large fingers probed inside of her vagina, massaged her clitoris and brought her off once again before he removed her pantyhose and panties. The alcohol had loosened Virginia's previously suppressed libido. She had never known that such sensations existed. She had always looked down on the "sluts" that had been easy lays. She experienced her fourth orgasm with Malcolm Jones's long thick middle finger buried as deeply as it would reach in her vagina as his thumb rubbed her clitty. She never even noticed that her dress was unzipped and was pulled down and her black satin brassiere was unhooked until Malcolm's thick lips formed a suction on one of her excited erect pink nipples. Malcolm began to undress himself as he brought his redheaded secretary to orgasm after orgasm. He had met women that were multi-orgasmic before, but this reserved white wife was the best. Malcolm looked up to see Jamal moving in closer for the video shot of him climbing on top of the pretty redhead and sinking almost ten inches of thick black uncircumcised cock inside of her belly. Virginia was pulled down to lie on the sofa as her dress was pulled off, leaving her completely naked. Mr. Jones was up on top of her and had her legs spread wide open as he moved in closer. She looked down between her mammoth breasts to see the largest penis that she had ever seen. Malcolm had his cock in his right hand as he guided it to her open wet vagina. It was about ten inches long and bigger around than her wrist. Her boss was working the foreskin back and forth as he aligned his black-as- midnight pole to the entrance to her body. Jamal caught the redhead's facial expression as she was penetrated with a man's sized cock for the first time in her life. John only had five inches when he was hard. Plus, he was only an inch thick. Her eyes flew open and she cried out as the first four inches of the thick black sausage sank out of sight. Jamal was careful not to get Malcolm's face in the video as he switched from Virginia's expressive pretty face to her over-stuffed vagina. Not only was Malcolm much thicker than her husband, but he was as deep as John had ever been and Malcolm was only half way in. Malcolm was now exploring virgin territory as he passed the point in Virginia's pussy that her husband had had exclusive rights to for the previous eighteen years. Virginia was screaming out as one climax after another passed through her skewered body. She had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time while having sex with her husband. Usually, he did not last long enough to give her even one climax. Virginia had already lost count of the number of orgasms she had this evening. She wrapped her legs around Malcolm Jones's narrow waist and pulled him inside of her until the last inch or two had disappeared. This was the part that Malcolm loved best about fucking white wives. To feel them surrender themselves to his powerful black cock and to fuck themselves onto his tool like he figured they never could do with their wimpy honky husbands. He looked down and watched as her large tits wobbled back and forth as she fucked him as well as any woman had ever done before. Virginia squealed as she reached another mid-blowing climax. The Baptist Preacher's daughter had become a mindless fucking machine as she impaled herself onto the black cock until she passed out on her twelfth orgasm. She did not even know that Malcolm pumped his jism deep inside of her and drenched her womb with black baby making sperm. By the time that Malcolm pulled his wet softening tool from the drenched cunt of the fucked out redhead, Jamal was moving into position to screw the redheaded beauty. Virginia never regained consciousness, until after Jamal had dumped another load of cum deep inside of her violated opening. Jamal pulled out and exited the room before Virginia knew that she had been screwed by anyone other than her boss. Fifteen minutes later, she regained consciousness and the realization of what had happened sank into Virginia's alcohol clouded mind. She climbed to her feet and felt the thick cum running down her legs. She was horrified that she had been seduced so easily. She grabbed up her clothing and made a dash for the bathroom. Once inside, she closed and locked the door. "My God! What have I done?" She asked herself when she saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Twenty minutes later, Virginia walked from the bathroom and demanded to be taken to her car. When Malcolm tried to talk her into s 9888 2.02/512345