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The promotion represented a great opportunity for Beth,
but there were two problems: the new assignment meant
very long hours and she had heard some rumors about her
new boss. A young and rising star in the company, J.T.
Walters was reputed to be something of a womanizer.
Already there was friction in her marriage. She wasn't
sure she wanted to invite more trouble.

Beth's looks and open personality brought her lots of
attention. She was pretty but wholesome-looking: 5'6"
tall, slender, leggy, dark brown hair falling to her
shoulders, and large, light brown eyes that gave her an
innocent look. She liked compliments for her appearance
as well as her smarts. Since every male supervisor had
hit on her during her two years with the firm, she
figured Mr. Walters would, too, though she hadn't met
him yet. It just seemed to go with being a woman
working her way up the corporate ladder.

Not surprisingly, her husband urged her to accept the
promotion. He was a graduate student who seemed in no
great hurry to finish his dissertation, and he thought
they could use the extra money. Beth felt her
resentment growing again. When was he going to take up
his share of the household budget? He seemed to have
ample time to flirt with the co-eds in his class. Why
couldn't he find the time to get his degree? Annoyed
with him and confident she knew how to deal with the
J.T. Walters of the world, she decided to accept the
new position.

Two days later she moved into her new office, a sunlit
space on a higher floor. After a quick tour and
introductions to the staff, she was ushered into Mr.
Walters office. She was momentarily taken aback: J.T.
Walters was black (which she hadn't known), very
handsome, and a few years older than she was.

When he stood up to greet her, she also saw that he was
tall and athletic. As he shook her hand, it seemed to
disappear in his large grip. The old joke about how big
hands meant a big dick flashed involuntarily across her
mind, and she quickly suppressed it. Still, her pulse
quickened at the brief touch.

***

Beth soon settled in at her new job. She wanted to
impress her colleagues and her boss, so she put in
extra time, including on weekends. Her husband was
asleep when she left for work and she was too tired for
conversation when she came home. Their sex life
virtually ceased from lack of time, and they quarreled
often.

Mr. Walters – or, rather, J.T., as he insisted she call
him – seemed very appreciative of her efforts. He
praised her work and gave her more important
assignments. These added to her time in the office and
more than once the two of them were the only ones on
the floor.

On weekends, he would dress casually, and she could see
and admire more of his muscular build. She took to
wearing more revealing clothes, too, and from the
corner of her eye she caught him checking her out. That
pleased her. "No harm in a little innocent flirting,"
she thought.

It was after one of these overtime weekends that the
first gift arrived, a small box left discreetly on a
corner of her desk. Inside was a pretty black choker
and a card that read, "Thanks for all your hard word.
Warmly, J.T."

For a moment Beth hesitated. She had always refused
personal gifts from male supervisors before, part of
her method for thwarting their unwanted attentions.
This felt different, though. She put the choker on and
admired how it stood out against her pale neck.

J.T. noticed it immediately when she entered his office
an hour later. "I thought it would look good on you,"
he said. "I love the contrast of black on white." Beth
blushed, then stammered a polite thank you.

After that, other gifts arrived. At first they were not
very personal – a bottle of wine, a certificate for
dinner for two – and she shared them with her husband.
But then J.T. began to mark the completion of a project
with special tokens of a more intimate nature: a
bracelet, perfume, a ring with a black gemstone.
Although Beth sensed a turn in their relationship, she
didn't know what to do about it or even whether she
wanted to put a stop to it. She wasn't used to losing
control.

***

The holiday season arrived and with it a round of
office parties. J.T. threw one for his staff, and Beth
wore a tight skirt and clingy, sheer blouse for the
occasion. She knew he'd be watching her. They slow
danced together. She drank more than she should have
and didn't notice people leaving. Finally only she and
J.T. remained.

He escorted her to her office so she might retrieve her
coat, then he walked her to the car because of the late
hour. He was being so nice that it seemed right to hug
him. Then she decided to give him a little kiss on the
cheek. But as she tilted her head upward, he turned his
head slightly and their lips met. A brief hesitation,
and then they met again.

Beth found the sensation electrifying. She had never
kissed a black man before. She felt J.T.'s tongue
against her lips and she parted them to welcome it into
her mouth. Now their tongues danced together, far more
intimately than their bodies had during the party. With
his powerful arms wrapped around her, she found herself
incredibly aroused.

But her conscience also stirred: she was a married
woman and this was her boss. She drew back. They both
smiled in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he said. "These holiday parties can get a
little out of control."

"I'm afraid I had a little too much to drink tonight,"
Beth answered, her eyes looking away. "I should be
going."

"You're a very sexy woman, Beth. I think about you all
the time."

Beth swallowed hard and smiled at him, then she left
and headed home. As she drove her mind drifted back to
what had happened with J.T. Where was this going? "I'm
married," she told herself over and over. "I love only
my husband." But he was such a disappointment. When he
made love to her now, she felt nothing unless she
fantasized she was with J.T. Then she came in wrenching
orgasms. Afterwards she felt guilty and confused, and
her husband found her sullen.

***

Two weeks later J.T. invited Beth to accompany him on a
late January business trip to Florida to meet with an
important client group. Other than him, she was the
only one from their unit to attend. He said how much he
looked forward to the trip because she was going, too.
She sensed that J.T. meant for something to happen
between them.

A few days before the trip she again found something on
her desk: a large manilla envelope with her name on the
front, written in his handwriting, and a small gift
box. She closed the office door and opened the
envelope. Inside were two graphic pictures. In one J.T.
stood naked, with his erect cock sticking out. She was
mesmerized by the sight of it – a thick, powerful tool
of pleasure, bigger than any penis she had ever seen.

She felt her breath quicken as she imagined tasting it
and pleasuring him with her tongue, the feeling him
split her as he entered her. Her pussy began to moisten
as she fantasized. In the other photo J.T. lay naked
between two pretty and very pregnant naked white women,
smiling contentedly in his embrace. Both of them wore
wedding rings. But so far as Beth knew, J.T. was
single. So who were the women? She turned the picture
over and read the inscription:

"Beth: See how happy I made them? This could be us. I
adore you. J.T."

Beth sat down, forgetting all about the gift box. She
felt her world spinning. Not only did J.T. want to take
her to bed, he wanted to make a baby with her. She
hadn't considered this. For the rest of the day, she
scarcely left her office, and she did no work. She
turned it over in her mind. She found him more
desirable than any man she had ever known, yes, but she
was only 24 years old. She was too young to have a
child, and she was married to another man! He was white
and everyone in her conservative Jewish family would
know he wasn't the father.

The idea was crazy, insane, ridiculous – but it
wouldn't go away. The image of a light brown, cafe-au-
lait infant nursing at her nipple popped into her mind
and left her with a strange, warm glow. "Our baby would
be beautiful," Beth said aloud to herself.

Amid this daydream Beth realized someone had been
knocking at her door. She composed herself and called,
"Come in." J.T. entered, perhaps the one person she was
least prepared to deal with at that moment.

He saw at once that she had opened the envelope, so he
closed the door behind him. Then he smiled at her, the
smile that had melted so many reluctant white women.
For as Beth now understood, she was not the first; no,
indeed, J.T. Walters always played for high stakes.
What she did not know yet, however, was that he had
never failed in his peculiar quest.

"I know what you want," Beth said softly, her eyes
dropping, her voice barely audible. "But I'm not sure
I'm ready for this. Those other women...what about
them?"

"Listen, Beth," J.T. answered, "I'll be more honest
with you than any man you've ever known. I'm not going
to pretend I'm going to be with you forever. I plan to
father as many mixed-race children as I can. In the
long run in this country the answer to race hatred is
to wipe out race lines, blur them until no one knows –
or cares – who is black or white or anything else. I've
been fortunate to find women, white women, who want me
enough to help me make that vision begin to become
real. I leave each one with a gift of our sexual union,
a wonderful light brown child, to love and cherish. The
two women in that photograph support each other in
raising their children, and I help, too. I don't
pretend not to be the father."

"And their husbands? They're both married."

"That's right," J.T. continued. "All of the women I've
impregnated are married. Usually their husbands accept
what they've done, but not always. Those two in the
picture, Cathy and Robin, are both separated from their
husbands and share a house." He paused for a moment.
"And they have room for another mother and her baby."

Beth trembled at the words. J.T. advanced and swept her
into his arms. He whispered, "Next week when we're away
at the meeting, I want you. I want to possess your body
in every way possible. And I want to leave you with a
new life growing inside you, for both of us." Then he
kissed her, deeply and passionately.

She could feel his power. The bulge in his pants, hard
as steel, spoke of his desire. She felt herself
weakening, tumbling into an unplanned future, caught
between deep desire and sheer terror at what he had
proposed. Finally she pulled free of his kiss.

"Did you open the other package?" J.T. asked her.

"No, not yet." Then she smiled and laughed softly.
"I've been a little distracted since I saw those
photographs."

She picked up the small box. Inside was a pretty Seiko
watch, with a shiny black leather band and a small,
round white face in a goldtone case. "Thank you," she
said. "This is really lovely. But what's the occasion?"

"It's a symbol, the union of black and white. It
represents us and what we can make together. When you
are ready to give yourself to me, to let me father your
baby, then wear it."

"I have to think about all this," she mumbled, and she
fled her office before he saw the tears of confusion in
her eyes.

***

The night before the trip Beth packed her travel bag.
She and her husband weren't on speaking terms after yet
another fight, so he was working in the university
library until closing time. That was a relief. She had
some decisions to make, big decisions.

Beth went into the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet,
next to her toiletries, was her diaphragm case. It
would be so easy to take her diaphragm and use it –
J.T. would not know. But was a quick fling all she
wanted from him? Or did she really want what he did,
the baby she had been thinking about incessantly for
the past several days? Suddenly Beth knew what she
wanted, what her real purpose as a woman was. The
diaphragm stayed on the shelf.

Beth packed her business casual clothes for the client
meetings, then some sexy outfits for the evenings. J.T.
said there would be dinners with company people and a
party to attend. She stood in front of the mirror for a
moment and admired what she saw. She wanted him
drooling over her pale, smooth skin and shapely legs.
She made sure to pack the choker and ring he had given
her, along with the perfume. The last thing she placed
in the travel bag was the watch.

***

The meeting on the first day had been a great success,
and the clients were clearly impressed with the
presentation J.T. and Beth had made. Before dinner Beth
changed into a short party dress that fastened over one
shoulder, leaving the other bare. She dabbed the
perfume he had given her behind her ears and put the
choker around her neck.

Talk with the clients became more relaxed over the
meal. Beth and J.T. sat next to each other. She was
aware of how often he stared at her, which she found
exciting. Early in the meal, his hand brushed against
her bare thigh; during the main course, he began to
stroke it and she made no move to stop him; by desert
she had responded by gently brushing his crotch and
feeling his enormous cock begin to stiffen. Beth knew
how to tease, too. But J.T. noticed that, although she
wore his other gifts, she still had on the silver watch
she wore every day to the office. What sort of game was
this white bitch playing?

When dinner ended, Beth quickly said goodnight to
everyone and excused herself to prepare for tomorrow's
meetings. J.T. spent a few more minutes with the
clients to confirm arrangements for the next day, then
went back to his room. The message light on the phone
was flashing. He dialed for his messages and heard
Beth's voice. "Call me." Nothing more. He dialed her
extension. She seemed to be waiting for his call. "Why
don't you come to my room?" she breathed into the
phone. "I have something to show you."

He was down the hall in a flash, knocking on her door.
"Beth, it's J.T." Her voice called out for him to come
in.

Beth stood before him, naked, her arms folded across
her breasts. On her wrist she now wore the watch he had
given her. He looked her over, head to toe and all
places in between, and whistled appreciatively. "Oh,
Beth, honey, you are one beautiful woman."

Beth's smile lit the room. "Wouldn't you like to kiss
the mother of your baby?" she asked. A grin of triumph
burst out on J.T.'s face.

J.T. locked and bolted the door and then moved to
embrace his white lover. He towered over her and she
seemed tiny in his muscular arms. All her anxieties
gone, Beth now felt warm and secure in his powerful
grip. Their lips met and their tongues swirled together
in a kiss of infinite lust and desire.

J.T.'s hands roamed across the firm white cheeks of her
ass, then cupped her breasts. He lowered his tongue to
brush her nipple, then sucked it into her mouth. It
stiffened. A low moan escaped her lips. Holding her
close with one arm, he reached beneath her to finger
her cunt and test her arousal. One finger, then a
second slipped in easily – yes, his bitch was hot,
ready, and willing.

J.T. paused to unbutton his shirt and Beth helped him
to strip off his clothes. They embraced again. Beth
inhaled his aroma and thrilled at the sharp contrast of
their skin tones, ebony and ivory. She had never
imagined that a coupling with a man could be so
visually exciting.

She dropped to her knees, her eyes fixed on his cock,
the dark tip peeking out from his foreskin. Her husband
and her lovers in her single days had been Jewish and
circumcised. J.T.'s was her first uncut cock. She
gently slid the hood back and tongued the tip, wet with
his pre-cum.

Ordinarily she did not care for the taste of semen, but
this was different, and it seemed to intoxicate her.
Opening wide, she drew several inches into her mouth
(all she could manage), then began to bob her head to
let his cock slide in and out, while she gently pumped
the shaft that swelled in her small hands. The photo
did not do it justice! She had never imagined a penis
could be so large, so powerful, so dark. And it was
huge around, too, especially at the head.

J.T. knew that in just a few more moments he would
explode in her throat. But wonderful though her moist
and eager mouth felt, he did not want to waste a load
that way tonight. No, indeed, he was a man with a
special goal, and every drop of his cum was destined
for her cunt. He pulled away from her, ignoring her
protest, and lay on his back on the bed. "Lower your
pussy onto my meat, baby, so you control how fast I get
inside you. This can hurt."

Maybe. But not for Beth on this night. She squatted
over his long tool. Then she guided it toward her cunt,
placing her other hand on J.T.'s chest to balance
herself. She thought she would have to ease down very
slowly and waited for a flash of pain as the black knob
split her pussy lips.

To her delight, though, she was so eager and lubricated
that his dick penetrated her easily, making a soft,
slurpy sound on the way in, and she slid down on him in
one smooth motion until their hairs brushed together.
"Wow!" she gasped when she felt him fully embedded
within her. "This is incredible." A sensation not
unlike a mild electric shock coursed through her
quivering flesh.

She eased herself onto her knees and began to rock
forward and back, impaled all the while on his shaft.
When she came forward, her boobs hung close to J.T.'s
face, and he brought her nipple into his waiting mouth.
New sensations exploded within her. She felt her orgasm
begin to surge.

She grabbed his hands in hers, their fingers
interlocked, and began to bounce up and down on his
dick. Moments later she threw her head back in loud
gasping moans as she soared to a place beyond time and
space. Half conscious, she collapsed forward on his
chest, lost in a dreamlike state, still spitted on his
stiff cock.

***

When Beth became alert again, J.T. sat up with her atop
him, then swung his legs over the bed. "I bet your
husband never made you cum like that." Beth giggled and
shook her head. "And I bed he's not strong enough to do
this." Still buried inside her, J.T. stood up and
carried Beth over to the mirrored closet. She wrapped
her legs around his waste and her clasped her hands
behind his neck.

They looked at each other in the mirror – she marveling
at his powerful thighs and buttocks, which carried her
weight effortlessly, he admiring her pale round ass.
Her round bottom cheeks fit so perfectly in his hands.
He began to fuck her while he stood and held her up.
Slowly he humped her, each slight inward thrust drawing
a gasp from her throat. "I am completely in you power,"
she cooed, and they kissed deeply.

Next he laid her on the bed beneath him, never slipping
all the way from her cunt. He began long, deep strokes.
Beth's eyes rolled back in her head. She could feel her
second orgasm start to well up from her toes. She
rubbed her hands across J.T.'s rock-hard chest and
chiseled abs, then up his arms. Her eye caught the
pretty watch he had given her, and the thought of what
would result from this union sent her over the edge.
She had never appreciated how different – how much
better – sex to make a baby would feel.

Catching her breath, Beth remembered that J.T. had not
yet cum. "It's you turn, J.T. Fill me with your seed. I
want to feel it."

He pulled out and turned her over. "This is the best
position for it," he insisted, not very convincingly .
"Sends them in the right direction." Beth wasn't
fooled. She had noticed how he liked to fondle her ass.
But she liked doggy-style fucking, too, so she
positioned herself on all fours. J.T. entered her in
one powerful thrust, and for a moment Beth was sure his
cock would go right through her and come out her
throat.

The one thing Beth missed when she was being fucked
from behind was being able to kiss her partner. But
J.T. was so tall that all she had to do was turn her
head to the side and their tongues could swirl
together. J.T. understood what she wanted, too.
Sometimes he would pause at the end of his inward
thrust so they could exchange soul kisses.

His hands grasped hers. He admired the contrast of the
black watch band and her pale wrist. He liked the fact
that she still wore her wedding ring – he had made
another beautiful honky cunt break her marital vows.
Her infidelity made his conquest that much sweeter.

Soon his thrusts became faster, more urgent, finally
almost violent. Both their cries filled the room, two
rutting animals in heat. "I'm his bitch now," Beth
thought, "and we're about to mate."

J.T. made a final plunge and a roar escaped his throat.
His balls slapped loudly against Beth's cunt as his
load filled her, and with little warning she came
again, too. He let his weight fall upon her. Beth's
arms collapsed under her, her face pressed against the
bed.

"Do you feel it, Beth, going inside you, making a
beautiful baby?"

"Yes, yes, I do!" she cried, tears of joy streaming
down her cheeks. "I want that. I want your baby more
than I've ever wanted anything." They lay that way for
a long while, as his jism began the unimpeded journey
toward her ovaries.

***

Beth lost count of her orgasms, but by morning J.T. had
cum five times. She had not known it was possible for
one man to have so many orgasms. They slept little,
only enough to recover their strength.

Somehow they managed on adrenaline alone to get thru
the meetings of days two and three with the clients.
Their second night together and the last one were as
passionate as the first. By the time they returned
home, Beth was convinced she was pregnant. Still, just
to make certain (and because they were both horny all
the time) she and J.T. arranged a couple of intimate
meetings at hotels or his apartment. She realized
people at work were beginning to notice so she arranged
a transfer to another unit. J.T. was disappointed but
he understood it was best for both of them.

When Beth's period was late, she went for the test.
Sure enough, it came back positive. J.T. was ecstatic
at the news. Beth decided she was through with her
marriage, so she told her husband the truth, packed her
belongings, and moved in with Cathy and Robin and their
toddlers. They were like older sisters to Beth. They
helped her cope with the morning sickness and shared
their maternity clothes.

J.T. was a regular caller (and lover to all three of
them). In her ninth month, Beth posed for her picture
with J.T., the one he would show his next partner. She
learned that J.T. had eight mulatto children already.
Her beautiful son, who looked so much like a lighter
version of J.T. (but was darker than Beth had
expected), made nine.

In the next few years, Beth had three more mixed-race
babies, two by J.T. and the third with Walter, her new
husband. She is now twenty-eight years old and
blissfully happy. It is true, she muses sometimes, that
once a girl tries black she never goes back.