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"Marinda Naudes Black Cock Whoring" an erotic sex story by CLR - Jul 13, 2007 - From Interracial stories
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INTRODUCTION
PROFILE: MARINDA NAUDÉ
Birth name: Marinda Naudé
Age: 22 years
Date of birth: 8 April
Star sign: Aries
Hair colour: Reddish brown
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 5’ 7” (1.74m)
Weight: 110 lbs (50 kg)
Bra cup size: 32B
Pronunciation
a as in pat
à as in father
i as in pit
The symbol ’ follows stressed syllables
marinDA f. (mà’rin’da) — meaning ‘person of integrity’, someone who lives a life of honesty, humbleness and righteousness and demonstrates great compassion and dignity.
1st inTerWeaving
It was a cold rainy winter’s morning as Marinda Naudé entered the ground floor level of the seventy-two story office tower complex owned by the telecommunications company for which she has been working the last year and a half. Marinda Naudé is 22-years old, has shoulder length reddish-brown hair and stands 1.74-meters (5’ 7”) tall. She took a moment standing in the lobby drying her umbrella before proceeding to towards the security checkpoint.
“Morning miss, bit cold and rainy this mornin’ ain’t it,” Lennox Hamilton, one of several black security men, made some small talk with her as she checked her things through the checkpoint.
“Uh-huh,” Marinda Naudé answered without paying much attention to him. Lennox Hamilton and the other black security men have all been checking her out since she started working at the company. She learned not to pay them much attention and kept communicating with them to a bare minimum. Marinda Naudé collected her things and walked off towards the elevators where she took one to the fifty-fourth floor.
Inside the office tower complex the mechanical ventilation system kept the temperature to a comfortable level and once at her desk, Marinda Naudé was able to take her warm coat off and draped it across the hallstand standing in one of the corners. She turned the computer on and glanced up at the clock to see what the time was: it was ten past seven. Marinda Naudé rubbed her hands over each other as she felt the cold in her fingers and stood closer to the radiator warming her hands over it. It felt good.
Marinda Naudé drew satisfaction knowing it to be Friday, the end of the week and only one more day to the start of the weekend. She was looking forward to it. Edwin van Zyl, her boyfriend, was studying for an IT specialist at the university and the coming weekend was his weekend home. Though they regularly spoke many times over the phone the last couple of months it still wasn’t the same as opposed to having him close to her. From the day she met Edwin van Zyl she had always felt lucky that he liked her. Marinda Naudé started working at a doctor’s office straight after completing high school since her grades were too poor to get her into a college. In the back of her mind she has always been very self-conscious of this fact. She has often attributed the failures in her life to her parent’s divorce when she was around three or four years of age. Marinda Naudé has no childhood recollection of her father who disappeared off the scene following the divorce. Shortly after, her mother got remarried and Marinda Naudé didn’t have a good relationship with her stepfather who is a chronic alcoholic and often abused her mother when he was in one of his drunken fits. Edwin van Zyl was somewhat like a heaven sent gift when he walked into her life and took charge as was his custom. He arranged for her to escape from her abusive parental household and move into a small but comfortable living unit on a plot of land shared with five other similar units.
“Morning Marinda,” the voice of Peter Zeelie, the manager for whom Marinda Naudé worked as a PA, surprised her from behind. Peter Zeelie was 46-years old and married to his wife of twenty-three years and shared three children with her. Their marriage wasn’t a happy one and as a result Peter Zeelie worked from early in the mornings to late in the evenings to avoid running into his wife at home.
“Morning mister Zeelie,” Marinda Naudé greeted him back, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Peter Zeelie only spoke to Marinda Naudé when he said ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’ or when he wanted her to do something, and even then he wasn’t in a particularly good mood. As a matter of fact, Peter Zeelie had a very short fuse and would most often hiss and cuss at his staff and most other people whom he worked with.
Instead of going into his office as he usually did, this morning he came to stand alongside Marinda Naudé to warm his hands over the radiator. For a split second Marinda Naudé almost took pity on him as he stood there alongside her.
“Chilly this morning isn’t it,” Peter Zeelie remarked and for the first time Marinda Naudé noticed something different about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly made him look so different this morning, but there was some nervousness about him which she found difficult to describe. She thought perhaps him and his wife have had yet another one of their huge fights as they so often seem to have.
“Yes it is,” Marinda Naudé answered rubbing her two hands together, feeling the soothing touch of the warmth from the radiator on her cold hands.
“Let me help you warm your hands,” Peter Zeelie said and surprised her when he took her hands and held them between his own rough hands.
“Is this better?” Peter Zeelie asked as he rubbed his rough hands over hers, looking straight into her brown eyes.
“I guess,” Marinda Naudé said shell-shocked by Peter Zeelie’s sudden concern and familiarity with her. She felt uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do about it. It was only just after seven in the morning and the rest of the office staff wouldn’t arrive for at least another three-quarter of an hour.
“Tell me about your sex life, Marinda. Is it good? Are you having enough sex?” Peter Zeelie shamelessly opened the very private and personal matter.
“Excuse me?” was all a shell-shocked Marinda Naudé could utter. She felt extremely uncomfortable and now realised why Peter Zeelie looked so nervous this morning.
“Does your boyfriend fuck you enough times during the week? It’s important that a beautiful young woman like you get enough sex,” Peter Zeelie continued, obviously gaining confidence in the process.
“I can’t belief you just said that!” Marinda Naudé said reeling in shock. She realized Peter Zeelie still had his hands on hers and tried to withdraw her hands from his, but he grabbed her firmly by her wrists and prevented her from pulling away.
“So tell me, how many times a day do you have sex? I’d say a beautiful young woman like you should at least be fucked four times a day. Am I correct, are you fucked four or more times a day?” Peter Zeelie simply continued.
“No!” Marinda Naudé said in disgust.
“I bet you fuck like a minx!” Peter Zeelie said in lust, almost as if he was speaking to himself.
“Let go of my hands!” Marinda Naudé said still trying to escape his vice-like grip.
In a sudden and quick move Peter Zeelie swung Marinda Naudé so she slammed with her back into the wall. Marinda Naudé hissed when she hit her back against the wall and then felt Peter Zeelie overpower her as he pinned her against the wall with his strong muscular frame.
“Have I ever told you how hard my cock gets every time I see you?” Peter Zeelie said as he grinded his crutch against Marinda Naudé body, enjoying the feeling of her body against his hardening cock.
“Get off me!” Marinda Naudé said panic stricken as she pointlessly tried to push Peter Zeelie off of her.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you hard since the first day you started working here! To suck the nipples of these perky tits of yours!” Peter Zeelie said as his hands crossed Marinda Naudé’s body and came to rest upon her 32B-sized breasts which he messaged through her blouse.
“Mister Zeelie, please don’t!” Marinda Naudé begged though she knew fully well that it was in vane.
“Let me see your perky tits!” Peter Zeelie said. His hands ripped her blouse open sending most of the buttons flying though the air. Marinda Naudé sported a white lace bra which Peter Zeelie eagerly pulled off of her breasts and his rough hands manhandled her firm perky breasts. He rolled her soft-pink nipples between his thumb and index finger and pinched her nipples which caused her to moan with pain.
“Get the fuck off me!” Marinda Naudé screamed as she felt humiliated, irritated and overpowered.
“You have great tits, Marinda. They exceeded my wildest expectations!” Peter Zeelie said as he twisted and pinched her nipples and delighted in the discomfort and pain it caused her to experience.
“Mister Zeelie, please!” Marinda Naudé objected to the humiliation she was experiencing, still trying to push him off of her.
Peter Zeelie grabbed Marinda Naudé’s hands which tried to push him off of her by her wrists and nailed them to the wall above her head which ended the biggest leverage she had to push him away from her body.
“I’m going to taste these perky tits of yours like I’ve wanted to do from the start,” Peter Zeelie said taking turns sucking both her nipples into his mouth. He sucked her nipples with the force of a vacuum machine and Marinda Naudé grunted in response.
“Mister Zeelie, please don’t!” Marinda Naudé continued her protest and felt his teeth gnawing her nipples. Her face contorted with pain and discomfort and she continued feeling his bulging groin grinding her between her legs.
Peter Zeelie sucked and gnawed her nipples for nearly five minutes. Then he grabbed her by her reddish-brown hair and violently shuffled her into his office, draping her face first over the backrest of the large leather sofa.
“You won’t mind me tasting you tight pussy now, would you Marinda!” Peter Zeelie said, forcefully holding her bent down forward at the back of her neck like you would hold a dog behind its neck.
Marinda Naudé felt the blood rushing to her head as she defencelessly stood bent down forward over the backrest of the leather sofa. Her legs dangled in the air on the backside of the sofa and she used her arms trying to push herself back up but Peter Zeelie’s vice-like grip at the back of her neck pushing her down was too much for her to push up against.
“Please, mister Zeelie, don’t do this!” Marinda Naudé begged as panic spilled over her, but it was of no use.
Peter Zeelie used his free hand to lift Marinda Naudé’s skirt up over her ass and vigorously pulled her pair of white panties down to her knees, tearing a huge slit into them as he did so. He kicked her legs far apart and took position between them.
“Brace yourself for some mature man fucking!” Peter Zeelie said undoing his pants and letting them drop to he floor in a dull plop. He pulled his underpants down to his knees and thus revealed his hard cock.
“Wait, please!” Marinda Naudé begged one last time in vain as she felt Peter Zeelie’s 46-year old rock-hard cock poking her ass cheeks. She one final time tried using her arms to push herself up against him forcing her down, but it was of no use. He was too strong and completely overpowered her. Marinda Naudé involuntary arched her back as Peter Zeelie rammed his thick rock-hard cock in one forceful thrust to the hilt into her tight pussy. Her mouth yawned open in a large but silent ‘O’ as the pain ripped through her 22-year old body.
Marinda Naudé has a boyfriend but they have never had sex. In fact, Marinda Naudé has never been fucked up and until this very moment.
“Your pussy is so nice and tight, just like I’ve imagined it to be!” Peter Zeelie said as he fucked her in good tempo. One hand continued holding Marinda Naudé down by the back of her neck while his free hand manhandled her perky tits.
Marinda Naudé was shocked into silence and defeat as she dangled in discomfort over the backrest of the leather sofa. She made no sound and her face contorted with pain as she felt Peter Zeelie’s rock-hard cock vigorously ploughing into her tender and tight pussy. He fucked her like an animal for the next fifteen minutes increasingly slamming harder and deeper into her pussy. The harder he fucked her, the more Marinda Naudé reluctantly started to moan and groan.
Peter Zeelie grunted and moaned with satisfaction as he realized his longstanding desire of fucking the pussy of his 22-year old PA. It had been a long while since the last time he fucked some pussy, and of all the pussies he ever fucked in his life, Marinda Naudé’s was the one he had wanted to most. He quickly stormed to an explosive climax, gutting his numerous cum loads into her virgin pussy. Marinda Naudé involuntary arched her back as she felt her pussy being stuffed with his cum and he lightly bit her on her shoulder in satisfaction as he did so.
“This was the best fuck ever!” Peter Zeelie gloated in contentment. His cock remained inside Marinda Naudé’s pussy, now thrusting in a much diminished tempo.
“Just let me go,” Marinda Naudé uttered in a whimper, her voice thick with crying and tears stinging at the corners of her brown eyes. She felt used and taken advantage of.
But Peter Zeelie didn’t let her free yet. His cock was still thrusting her pussy and with 25-minutes left before the first of his staff was due to arrive, he surely wasn’t planning on letting her go yet. It had been a long time since he last fucked a pussy and he sure was going to make the most of fucking Marinda Naudé’s. Peter Zeelie knew that the best thing about his second climax was that it took longer to reach.
“You’re not going anywhere yet, Marinda. I’m going to have your nice and tight pussy at least once more!” Peter Zeelie gleefully informed her thrusting harder and with greater tempo into her abused pussy.
He continued to fuck her pussy for a second time the next 20-minutes. He was cutting it fine and living dangerous as he did so but he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to revel in the fulfilment of having fucked Marinda Naudé not once, but twice. It took Peter Zeelie the entire 20-minutes to reach his second climax and gutted a second load of cum inside her pussy. He felt fulfilled and happy with his actions as he finally removed his cock from Marinda Naudé’s saturated pussy. Cum streaked down the inside of her legs as her pussy adjusted back to its cock-less state.
“Go freshen yourself up,” Peter Zeelie said as he pulled his pants back up.
Marinda Naudé struggled to straighten herself up. She felt Peter Zeelie’s eyes on her as she pulled her torn panties back up and futilely tried to button her button-less shirt. Even her bra cups were torn and useless.
“My clothes are too torn,” Marinda Naudé whimpered in helplessness and defeat. Her pussy still tingled and her torn panties were hopeless in preventing cum from streaking down the inside of her legs.
Peter Zeelie laughed a jovial laugh as he looked at the dishevelled mess standing in front of him, but realized fully well that they had a predicament he hadn’t considered when he was boiling with sexual lust for Marinda Naudé. Then he thought about her coat hanging on the hallstand in the corner of her office cubicle.
“Get your coat, go home and change and then come back to the office. You have an hour!” Peter Zeelie told Marinda Naudé and left her standing flabbergasted in his office as he went to the kitchenette to make himself a warm cup of coffee.
It was just after four in the afternoon as Marinda Naudé sat on the soft upholstered chair in the reception room of the HRO’s office. Earlier that morning she had gone back home to change as Peter Zeelie ordered her to do and an hour later she was back at her desk to perform her duties. The other staff members naturally enquired about her behaviour as they were used to her always being the first to arrive in the office and she was forced to composed an excuse explaining that she had spilled her coffee on herself that morning and had to go back home to change. It satisfied her co-workers who bought into the excuse, but Marinda Naudé felt cheated in having to lie to cover the embarrassment she suffered due to Peter Zeelie’s actions.
Of course Peter Zeelie acted like his normal unpleasant grumpy self, and the worst for her was that he acted as if nothing had happened early that morning. Marinda Naudé performed her work but she was distracted and regularly made mistakes, totally unlike her normal self. She tried to hide it from her co-workers and hoped they didn’t realize it and to her knowledge they didn’t. All of them were too engrossed in their own working cubicles and efforts to please Peter Zeelie with their work.
By 3pm Marinda Naudé felt too overburdened with the extra load she had to carry the entire day and consequently phoned the office of the HRO for an appointment. Fortunately he was able to fit her in at 4pm and Marinda Naudé devised her working hours so she delayed taking her lunchtime until her appointment with the HRO. And now, here she was sitting and waiting for the HRO to call her into his office.
The receptionist’s phone on her desk rang its short tone to indicate that it was an internal call. She answered the phone and then turned to Marinda Naudé saying: “Mister Patterson will see you now.”
Donald Patterson was a stocky built overweight man wearing thick black frames glasses and an untidy comb-over in an attempt to hide his balding head. His desk was a mess of papers and folders and as Marinda Naudé sat down on front of him she started questioning whether or not to continue with her plans.
“What can I do for you this afternoon miss…uh…miss Naudé?” Donald Patterson asked as he glanced at one of the folders lying on his messy desk.
“I’m not sure,” Marinda Naudé answered as she reconsidered her actions.
“Well, you must have a reason for coming to see me today,” Donald Patterson said, smiling friendly at her.
“I have a reason, but now I’m not so sure I want to discuss it,” Marinda Naudé informed him and started to get up from the chair she was sitting on.
“Are you happy here working for this company?” Donald Patterson asked, obviously ignoring the fact that she made an attempt to leave his office.
“Until now,” Marinda Naudé said as she stood behind the chair.
“Care to tell me what happened to change that? I belief you’ll find that I’m quite a good listener,” Donald Patterson said and something in his eyes comforted her.
“Can I trust you?” Marinda Naudé suspiciously asked him after a while as she still stood behind the chair ready to leave the office.
“This is a safe environment. Whatever is said between these four walls remains here. Why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened?” Donald Patter said trying his utmost best to reassure the visibly distressed 22-year old young woman in front of him.
Marinda Naudé studied Donald Patterson’s face and measured his words and gestures. When she felt comfortable she retook her position sitting down on the chair.
“Good, now tell me what’s on your mind,” Donald Patterson calmly and reassuringly said weaving his fingers into each other as he placed his hands on the desk.
“How do I go about submitting a complaint?” Marinda Naudé asked after a couple of second’s silence.
“Oh that’s very easy, you just need to fill in one of the green complain forms. My receptionist can get you one,” Donald Patterson said as he studied the distraught figure of the 22-year old young woman sitting in front of him. Something about her caught his interest so he said: “Care to tell me what kind of complaint you want to make?”
Marinda Naudé didn’t answer him immediately. Her hands nervously fumbled with each other and she looked down towards the ground.
“What happened to upset you this much?” Donald Patterson asked. There was a long silence and just when he was about to reassure the young woman once more, she started speaking.
“I want to submit a complaint of sexual assault,” Marinda Naudé said in a whimper.
“That can be done. Who is it against?” Donald Patterson asked trying not to upset Marinda Naudé any more than what she already was, but it was a very serious accusation and he needed all the facts.
Again Marinda Naudé didn’t answer him immediately but when she did he had to strain his ears to catch the name.
“Against mister Zeelie,” Marinda Naudé said.
Donald Patterson was surprised but not too surprised at all. He had known Peter Zeelie to have serious marital problems and that he didn’t have particularly good relations with his staff members. Yet despite these matters Peter Zeelie was one of the company’s best managers and a highly valued employee.
“Did this happen recently?” Donald Patterson asked as he pulled a piece of paper closer to him jotting down some notes.
Marinda Naudé nodded her head saying: “This morning.”
“And how did he sexually assault you, verbally or physically?” Donald Patterson asked making notes as Marinda Naudé spoke and from what he observed in her behaviour as she informed him about the incident.
“Physically,” Marinda Naudé answered.
“Did his penis enter you?” Donald Patterson asked.
“Yes,” Marinda Naudé answered downcast.
“And did he ejaculate his semen inside you?”
“Yes, he fucked me!” Marinda Naudé said and from her response Donald Patterson could tell she was getting agitated and felt humiliated all over again.
“Have you been to the hospital?” Donald Patterson now asked trying to address less sensitive issues.
“No, I haven’t had the time yet,” Marinda Naudé informed him.
“Well it sounds like a very serious matter. My advice to you is to seriously consider the consequences of your actions. You might have a strong case but remember that an accusation of this nature affects the entire organisation. It might even sour your working relations with mister Zeelie while the case is under investigation should you decide to continue with it. You also have to consider your own future at this company. Now, do you still want to continue submitting this complaint?” Donald Patterson tried to explain the consequences of the action to Marinda Naudé.
“Yes I do,” Marinda Naudé answered adamantly.
“Then ask my receptionist to hand you a complaint form. The nature of your complaint demands a medical report and the medical investigator too has to complete part of the form as well. Take the form home with you over the weekend, go to a hospital and then have the form on my desk first thing Monday morning,” Donald Patterson informed Marinda Naudé as he walked with her to his office door seeing her off.
Donald Patterson got off the elevator on the fifty-fourth floor at around 7:15 pm that evening. He immediately contacted Peter Zeelie following his conversation with Marinda Naudé to inform him about the developing situation. To say that Peter Zeelie was highly upset would be a complete understatement, but Donald Patterson didn’t want to discuss the matter over the phone and therefore arranged to see Peter Zeelie later that evening when all staff members already left the office. The two of them go way back nearly fifteen years now and have always looked out for each other.
Donald Patterson pushed the buzzer at the glass security door to the large open-plan office layout seeing the burning light glowing from Peter Zeelie’s separate office at the far end of the open-plan. Then the figure of the 46-year old Peter Zeelie came strolling down the central passageway between the various working cubicles towards the security door and opened it for him.
“You alone?” Donald Patterson asked.
“Last one finally left about half an hour ago,” Peter Zeelie said shutting the glass security door shut behind Donald Patterson.
“Good, because I don’t want anyone to find out I told you,” Donald Patterson said as he followed Peter Zeelie into his office.
“I appreciate you telling me. I don’t need this fucking shit right now in my life! You want a beer?” Peter Zeelie said as he closed the door to his personal office for additional privacy, and then walked towards a mini bar standing behind his desk.
“Please!” Donald Patterson said slumping down onto the comfortable deep leather sofa.
“So, the fucking little bitch went to you spilling the whole bag of beans!” Peter Zeelie said as he handed a beer to Donald Patterson and then sat down on a matching leather chair opposite the sofa.
“Yeah but tell me first, is it true? Did you fuck her this morning?” Donald Patterson asked the burning question he’s had since Marinda Naudé came to see him that afternoon. He cracked the beer can open gulping some of it down.
“You bet I did! Fucked her tight pussy good two consecutive times!” Peter Zeelie boasted as he gulped some of his beer down.
“Good on you! Did you take her at her desk?” Donald Patterson was enjoying the story.
“I started taking her there but fucked her pussy right on the backrest of that sofa you’re sitting on!” Peter Zeelie relished in his recollection of the event.
“Was she any good?” Donald Patterson wanted to know.
“Best damn 22-year old pussy I ever fucked!” Peter Zeelie answered.
“I bet she’s got some really nice tits. She got me all horny just sitting there in front of me this afternoon,” Donald Patterson said gulping some more beer down his throat.
“I sucked her tits real good for her. That fucking little bitch loved getting fucked this morning. She’ll probably deny it, but I know she loved it!” Peter Zeelie said sounding very sure of himself
“It can become a serious issue, Peter. You know company policy about things like this,” Donald Patterson said getting down to the actual reason why he wanted to see Peter Zeelie.
“Yeah I know, I know! But can’t you squash this, Donald? You have to prevent this shit from seeing the time of day,” Peter Zeelie said trying to worm himself out of the predicament.
“I’m afraid I can’t squash this. Damn security audio-video recordings of my consultation room and all conversations are directly relayed to the HR mainframes at top level. I don’t have access to it. You’re only salvation would be if she fails to submit her complaint within five working days,” Donald Patterson responded.
“Then shred her complaints form when she gives it to you Monday morning and claim you never received it,” Peter Zeelie suggested a solution.
“You forget about the audio-video recordings. They’ll be able to go back and see her giving it to me and then they’ll know I’m lying. We need a better plan Peter,” Donald Patterson said as he crumbled the empty beer can in his hand.
“I’ll keep her too busy next week to get the complaints form to you,” Peter Zeelie tried desperately to come up with some alternatives.
“How are you going to do that, fuck her all day every day next week?” Donald Patterson remarked sarcastically.
“Yeah, yeah I get it! What do you propose I do?” Peter Zeelie said as he got up from the chair he was sitting on and nervously paced the length of his office.
“I have no idea. You could offer some sort of an official apology which will count in your favour during the company investigation. Even then you could still face retrenchment and loosing everything. If only there was a way to shut the fucking little bitch up!” Donald Patterson said.
Peter Zeelie stopped dead in his tracks as an idea crossed his mind. He looked at Donald Patterson and smiled broadly as the feasibility of his idea became clearer to him.
“What? What is it?” Donald Patterson asked obviously intrigued by Peter Zeelie’s sudden positive mood change.
“You said that little bitch has five working days to submit her complaint, right?” Peter Zeelie said and once again began pacing the length of his office.
“True,” Donald Patterson said intrigued with where this was all going.
“What happens if she submits her complaint and then disappears off the scene?” Peter Zeelie asked.
“The investigation will continue no matter what. Don’t forget she has to submit a medical report along with her complaints form and the medical report is going to show that you fucked her!” Donald Patterson said and was rather disappointed. He had hoped Peter Zeelie to have an idea of how to handle the situation.
“But if she completely fails to submit it, then she’s fucked!” Peter Zeelie continued his train of thought.
“Figuratively speaking yes. But we’ve been over this, there isn’t a way to prevent her from submitting the complaint,” Donald Patterson persisted.
“That’s were you’re wrong my friend. There is a way to shut that fucking little bitch up and shut her up for good. She’ll have no idea what hit her and certainly have no opportunity to submit that form!” Peter Zeelie gloated in satisfaction as he crossed the length of his office to where his desk stood taking hold of the phone receiver.
“How?” Donald Patterson was sitting on the edge of the sofa in anticipation.
“It’s a matter of making one simple phone call!” Peter Zeelie said as he lifted the receiver to his ear and dialled a number.
“Lemont old friend, thanks for coming up here on such short notice. I know you’re a very busy man,” Peter Zeelie said as he showed the 7-foot (2.13 m) tall 400 lbs (181 kg) fat black man into his office at around 8pm.
“Ain’t no problem Peter. Always good doin’ business with ya,” Lemont Washington said. He was dressed in a white two piece suite and pink long sleeve shirt that sharply contrasted with his coal black skin. His braided hair was pulled back into a single tail behind his head and numerous golden charms were draped around his neck jingling as he waddled into the office.
“This here is Donald Patterson. He’s a friend of mine,” Peter Zeelie said as he introduced the two to each other.
“A brother of ol’ Peter’s is a brother of mine. Good to meet you man,” Lemont Washington said as he shook hands with Donald Patterson.
“Can I get you a drink?” Peter Zeelie asked Lemont Washington who had taken a seat on the sofa to support his bulky frame.
Donald Patterson still had no clue as to what Peter Zeelie’s plan was but somehow Lemont Washington’s arrival had something to do with it. He was uneasy with Peter Zeelie’s decision to involve the fat black man in the matter but he was patiently going to wait and see what comes from it. Donald Patterson now sat down on the chair Peter Zeelie previously sat on.
“Ya know me, double Scotch on the rocks and I’m happy,” Lemont Washington answered Peter Zeelie’s question and then continued saying: “What’s the business?”
For the next ten minutes Peter Zeelie enjoyed telling the black man how he had fucked his 22-year old PA that morning but now found himself fighting for his survival at the company after learning about her submitting a sexual harassment complaint against him.
“Seems like that fuckin’ 22-year old white whore has ya in a tight spot. How ya gonna get out?” Lemont Washington remarked after listening to Peter Zeelie’s story sipping on his Scotch.
“That’s where I need your help Lemont,” Peter Zeelie said.
“I ain’t gonna kill no white whore ya know that!” Lemont Washington quickly shied away from any such possible thoughts on Peter Zeelie’s part.
“And I wouldn’t want you to kill her. I have a much better plan than that, one that will generate a good lot of extra money for us,” Peter Zeelie shrewdly reassured Lemont Washington.
“Then tell me ya plan,” Lemont Washington said at once more intrigued with what Peter Zeelie had to offer.
Peter Zeelie got up from the chair he was sitting on, stepped outside his office and seconds later returned with a picture frame in his hands. He passed the picture frame to Lemont Washington who intently studied it.
“Is this here the white whore ya fucked this morning?” Lemont Washington asked as he wet his lips and whistled in approval.
“That’s her,” Peter Zeelie confirmed the fat black man’s observation and went to sit back down on his chair.
“She sure looks prime white pussy!” Lemont Washington said drooling over the picture of Marinda Naudé.
“She gives a prime pussy fuck as well,” Peter Zeelie said and all three men laughed.
“Who is the sissy boy with her on the photo?” Lemont Washington asked.
“That’s her boyfriend Edwin something but I have no concern with him. He’s away most of the time which means she’s alone in her flat,” Peter Zeelie said.
“Hmm-huh, would really love to get me some of her white pussy!” Lemont Washington remarked as he continued to drool over the photo with Marinda Naudé on it.
“Now that you saw what she looks like would you be willing to help if it means that you get to fuck her pussy real good for a much as you like?” Peter Zeelie asked Lemont Washington though he knew the fat black man now had little reason to refuse him.
“Call it and I’ll be doin’ it!” Lemont Washington eagerly replied.
“Good! I want you to call upon your best men to kidnap her this weekend, tomorrow to be more specific. I will provide you with her details and give you directions. She has to disappear without a trace. No one must have a clue as to her whereabouts understand! Have your fun with her, fuck her good and as you do so make her understand that I’m sitting behind it. I want her to know that she can’t screw with me and get away with it,” Peter Zeelie informed Lemont Washington.
Donald Patterson listened to Peter Zeelie’s plan and though it was brilliant. He definitely outperformed himself on this one.
“How do ya propose I hide her away?” Lemont Washington asked.
“By keeping her at your whoring business,” Peter Zeelie proposed.
“Shit man ya fully know my whore housing business is illegal! I can’t afford to have no cops crawling around there!” Lemont Washington objected to the idea.
“They won’t if you do a proper job. She’ll make us some really good money so I suggest you immediately start whoring her out to other black men who wants to fuck her pussy,” Peter Zeelie countered the fat black man’s argument.
Lemont Washington once again glanced at the photo with Marinda Naudé on it and the prospect of getting himself some Marinda Naudé white pussy fucking caused his black cock to stir with excitement inside his pants.
“Give me her details so I can get me some of her prime white pussy fuckin’!” Lemont Washington said.
Lemont Washington arranged the kidnapping of Marinda Naudé with four of his best employees shortly after arriving back home from his successful meeting with Peter Zeelie. He had taken the picture frame of Marinda Naudé and her sissy boyfriend with him to show her to his employees and they immediately agreed to the risky job after learning about the prospect of fucking some prime white pussy.
They decided that the best way to kidnap Marinda Naudé without anyone suspecting or seeing something was to surprise her early in the morning | 
