Chapter 1

 

She was back on the box again! And making Guy Glover's blood boil. It was some crap about women's lib and equal opportunities. What else? Amanda Roberts was wheeled out for comment every time the topic came up, on the strength of her books on the subject- and of course her stunning looks.

'Slut or Saint- the Fetishized Female' was the book everyone knew.

What was it this time? A top politician had come out with some put down against a female MP in parliament which was alleged to be sexist. What did Ms Roberts think? Ms Roberts thought it was male chauvinist piggery writ large. No surprise there. Which led on to discussion about why there weren't more women in the House of Commons and how it was like a men's club and no wonder women felt alienated.

She always looked hot on TV but Guy had seen her in the flesh and knew it wasn't just professional makeup and studio lighting. She was a true beauty- of a certain type. Enough to make any red-blooded male want to jerk off. He'd wanked in the court toilets, hating what she was doing to him but wanting her, nevertheless.

Tall, slim, and rangy rather than curvy, no tits to speak of. Glossy shoulder length hair, almost black. Unexpectedly sea blue eyes with long lashes, strong eyebrows, not plucked. Full cupid's bow. Trace of a cleft in her chin. Seemingly perfect teeth. One tiny mole above her upper lip, otherwise flawless skin. She looked super intelligent and not just when she put her glasses on.

People called her elegant, stylish, 'thinking man's crumpet'.

He called her an arrogant bitch. A stuck-up slut. She needed a good fuck from a real man.

He'd had plenty of time to look at her during the court case. At that time she was a divorce lawyer with a growing reputation for taking rich husbands to the cleaners.

Guy was one of her victims.

He wasn't likely to forget Amanda Roberts.

She needed his big black cock.

That was the other thing about her. Guy was convinced she was prejudiced. All through the hearing she took a particular pleasure in wrong footing him and making him seem small. So OK that was her job but the smile playing on her lips said she was enjoying herself in the way a cat enjoys playing with a mouse.

 

Chapter 2

 

Most folk thought Amber Parks was a wild child. Amber didn't care what most folk thought.

Amber's mother deserved worse names. Slut, slag, whore - to name but a few. And fond of the black penis. A night rider. Georgia had a lot of sex and almost always with black guys she sought out in bars or online. She wasn't a pro but a very enthusiastic amateur.

Georgia gave her daughter an education but not the conventional kind. She told Amber all about men and how to please them. She was very direct.

'Don't call it a blow job,' she said. 'There's no blowing involved. You suck a guy's cock, right?'

'Yes mother.'

'You got to learn to take it up the arse. Men like that.'

'Yes mother.'

Amber said, 'yes' when she meant 'no way'. No guy was poking around up there as far as she was concerned.

One of Amber's most vivid memories was coming home one afternoon and seeing her mother fucking this black guy right there in the front room.

A huge sweaty black arse going up and down and Georgia screaming as if he was splitting her in two.

Amber's only joy in life was her pony.

Another of Georgia's black boyfriends had bought the horse, no doubt to impress his new girlfriend and to keep Amber out of the way. Bit of guilty conscious too perhaps. He was the sort of guy who threw his money around to boost his ego. Normally she would have scorned such an obvious attempt to bring her onside but this was different. Her own horse!

Her room was papered with pictures of ponies. Inside her head was plastered with pony pin ups!

If his motive was to keep her out of the way, the plan certainly worked. Harvey became the best looked after pony in the universe and Amber the most loving and diligent owner, lavishing all the affection on the horse that no human being in her life deserved.

 

Chapter 3

 

During the hearing whenever Amanda looked across the courtroom at Rebecca's husband Guy she remembered how her client had described him variously as a brute, a pig, and a sadist.

Amanda was not one to be intimated by any man but this guy was an ebony man mountain with a polished shaved head, well over six feet in height, broad shouldered and bull necked with enormous hands which he clenched and unclenched as he listened.

His face wore a perpetual frown and his voice an edge of impatience and Amanda didn't need Rebecca to tell her he had anger management issues which was a polite way of saying he was a big bully with a short fuse.

Rebecca, who was quite petite and feminine, was obviously terrified of him.

Although Amanda despised him from hearing Rebecca's account of their sex life, she felt a slight frisson of excitement when she first saw him in the flesh.

Rebecca said it was obvious from the off that Guy liked rough sex which, being honest, she'd found quite exciting at first. But after they tied the knot (to coin a phrase) she quickly discovered he wanted to do things that scared her, something called Shibari, involving ropes and gags and hanging upside down. He took her for a walk along a riverbank and showed her a tree with a bough overhanging the water. He said he wanted to tie her up naked and suspend her from the branch and takes lots of photographs but she was terrified of water even more than being bound and she said she'd rather not.

Guy told her Shibari was a centuries old art form and there was a market for really exotic and usual photographs. He tried to persuade her it was all very creative and done properly it didn't hurt at all.

'Was he serious about all this?'

'Deadly serious. He showed me some pictures online but I wasn't interested.'

'Did he persist?'

'I felt pressured. There were other things he wanted to do.'

'Is it something you can talk about or is it too difficult?'

'I wouldn't want any of this to be mentioned in the case. It would be too embarrassing.'

'Don't talk about it if you'd rather not.'

'No, it's a relief to be able to tell someone I can trust.'

'He sounds very controlling.'

'He was. He is.'

'Were there other things he suggested that you found unacceptable?'

'He wanted to spank me.'

'How did you feel about that?'

'I wasn't keen. Perhaps I sound very boring and prudish?'

'Not to me.'

Amanda was in reassuring and caring mode. She was wondering how much more there was to come.

'I thought he meant he wanted to spank my bottom but it turned out he wanted to whack my boobs and... other places.'

'He was into S&M?'

'He wanted to be.'

'Did you get the impression he had experience of bondage and sadism?'

'It sounded that way. I wondered if he was still doing it after we got married. There are clubs aren't there? And I suppose he could find women online who liked being hurt and humiliated.'

'I guess so.'

'He wanted anal sex.'

'And you didn't?'

'I just wanted ordinary loving sex. What he scornfully called vanilla.'

'Did he force you?'

'He's very well endowed. Trying to take a nine inch cock up there was painful.'

Suddenly Amanda had a vivid picture in her mind and felt a flicker of arousal. Such a huge black stud astride this fragile looking white girl! She shuddered at the thought but she was getting horny- against her better nature. What was wrong with her? Getting a damp gusset over a beast like Guy Glover. This was the conversation she recalled time and again when she looked at Guy in the courtroom but she didn't let the recollection put her off her stride. Nine inches! Really? Did he tell her that? Did she measure it? Surely an exaggeration? Surely the thing about black guys having big dicks was a myth?