The Black Wedding

"I must admit, hon... you've made an old lady like me jealous," Vanessa said. "You have no idea what I would do to get a man like him..." she said, trailing off, holding his eyes with her own. Mandy bent over slightly, rubbing her hand across her forehead as she tried to ease her dizziness. "It's a shame you've embarrassed yourself in front of your husband and taken yourself out of commission, honey," the older black woman stated to her young secretary. "You gotta be careful, dear... a lot of the women back there were eyeing up your husband... if it wasn't for me, one of them would be angling to take your place in your bed tonight. I know that sounds bad, but it's the truth. Hell, if you weren't in the picture, I would do some very dirty things with your hunk of a husband." She raised her eyebrows at the young white husband, and he responded by giving her a warning glare, trying to stop her in her tracks. But she was undeterred. As he clutched his wife close to him, he steeled himself for her next onslaught.

"I find your husband very, VERY attractive," Vanessa said, sipping a flute of champagne as she spoke. Knowing that Mandy would remember none of this due to her drunken stake, Vanessa didn't hold back. "Mmm, that's right, dear. Your husband is a fine-as-hell white man, and I can't stop thinking about having sex with him. Hot, sweaty, naked sex," she said, savoring the delicious words as they left her lips, her eyes holding Zack's. She raised her eyebrows at him, eyes twinkling with amusement, as if this was some sort of hilarious bit to her. Some sort of gag on his wife, taking advantage of her current state by having a bit of fun at her expense.

"I can't stop thinking about running a decathlon on your husband's dick," she purred, testing the limits of what she could get away with in front of her newly married secretary. "Show him things he didn't know were possible. Teach him a thing or two about black sex, things you little white bitches don't know about. I want to rub my luscious, naked black skin against your husband's taut, naked, sexy white body. A white man as fine as him... it's hard to let him just pass by."

"Vanessa..." Zack began, his tone steely. "Stop this, please. This isn't funny..." Her expression was unreadable to him. He didn't know if this was some sort of joke on her part, some sick prank, or if she was being deadly serious. "Let's just cut it out now and just forget about it. You've had your fun."

"I haven't had my fun... yet," she teased. "And judging by her state, neither will you. Unless..." she trailed off, holding his eyes with hers again, letting that unspoken illicit option hang in the air.

"Cut it out!" Zack said, his voice rising slightly as he got more upset by this game she was playing.

"Oh, don't be so upset, baby," Vanessa purred, sipping her drink. "Don't act like you're not enjoying this. You love it! This is the type of fun people like us get to have." Her hard nipples were very evident beneath her thin, wispy, golden dress. "Do you want me to get into this here? Do you really want your wife to know the truth? About how much I turn you on? About how you can't stop thinking about my hot, mature black body? Don't try to act like you don't. Trust me, we both know the truth. I know how much you LOVE my amazing body. I felt nine inches of love pressed against me earlier..."

"STOP!" Zack called out, making his nearly passed out wife stir.

"Wwwwuuussshhhh gguuuingggg onnn?" she slurred out. Making sure she was too out of it to listen, Zack spoke up.

"Vanessa, this isn't funny! This is... inappropriate and completely out of line. I married Mandy, and I am completely satisfied with her. Any... thing... that makes you think otherwise is just a... misunderstanding," Zack said strongly, despite knowing it was a weak argument. She clearly thought the same, simply raising her eyebrow and smirking knowingly in regards to how the married man was trying to play off his obvious lust for her. Zack's argument was again almost immediately undercut by the sudden stop of the limo, causing Zack's eyes to lock onto her massive black breasts as they jiggled lusciously before coming to a stop a few moments after the car did. She again caught him staring, giving him a knowing look just as the door was opened for her by the driver. She stepped out of the limo, flashing some bare leg at him as she did so. Zack steeled himself, stirred his wife, and stepped out of the limo, eager for the privacy of the hotel room.

Zack was able to stir Mandy enough to get her to walk, with his support, into the hotel lobby. As they slowly walked into the expensive hotel, Zack spied his wife's statuesque boss at the front desk, chatting amiably with the well-dressed, attractive young woman behind the desk. Both of them looked back at the married couple pointedly, before the two women exchanged a knowing glance. She slid the room keys across the desk to Vanessa and gave her a nod. Zack didn't want to know what they were discussing.

He really didn't.

"Don't wear the poor guy out too bad," the young woman said to Vanessa. She had done business with Vanessa for a while, being fully aware of the older woman's proclivities and always being willing and ready to provide the powerful black woman an emergency hotel room for one of her many, steamy encounters.

"That fine hunk of man won't be able to walk when I'm done with him," Vanessa boasted, causing the young professional to smile wickedly. Vanessa leaned over the desk conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "Come by the room in a few hours, and I'll let you lick his cum off my tits."

"Ooohhhh," the young woman's eyes flashed with mischief as she smiled wickedly. Her eyes jumped from the hunky groom to the older black woman's prodigious bust. "I might have to take you up on that."

Vanessa smiled at the young woman before turning away from her, eager to rejoin the object of her lust. She sauntered over towards the married couple, her bulbous breasts jiggling with every step. As she got in close, she deftly slid the two key cards into her deep valley of cleavage, tucking them in snugly between the massive black orbs. Zack tried not to stare, but he SO did.

"You guys ready?" she asked.

"Um... I think I can get it from here, Vanessa," Zack stated, still supporting his wife, and just eager to be done with this older black woman who kept making him think such filthy thoughts. Vanessa just looked at him for a few moments before replying.

"Well, feel free to take the keys..." she replied, putting her hands on her hips, jutting out her chest, daring him to retrieve them from between her massive breasts. He looked at her huge black tits for a moment, trying to decide whether he could grab the keys without touching her smooth, dark, mouth-watering flesh. Seeing that the keys were wedged pretty deep, he looked up into her amused eyes, again giving her a stern glare. But it was for naught, as he again had no choice but to go along with her. She smirked and turned around, leading the couple to the elevator.

They rode up to the top floor in silence. But even then, Vanessa stood out. In the close confines of the elevator, Vanessa's subtle, feminine, expensive perfume hit his nose, overtaking the perfume that Mandy was wearing. He always loved those girly perfumes on women, the vapor trail that lets you know a woman is around or had been here recently. It always sent a thrill through him, which probably had to do with the fact that he had had his nose buried between so many big teenage tits back in the day that those girly perfumes and scents always seemed to resonate in the pleasure center of his brain.

As the elevator doors opened on the top floor of the fancy hotel, Vanessa stepped ahead of the couple, leading them down the hall. Finally able to get some fresh air in the quiet hallway, Zack was happy to follow. The hall was silent and unoccupied, and the loudest noise was the rhythmic clicking of Vanessa's heels on the hard stone floor. Following a few feet behind her, Zack supported Mandy as he led her to the honeymoon suite.

"Issshhh tthhiiissshhh tha Baahhhhaammaaazzzz?" Mandy slurred out, her loud voice breaking through the silence.

"No, hon, this is the hotel. We're heading to the Bahamas tomorrow." Zack replied. Vanessa was springing for both the fancy wedding suite at this expensive hotel and the honeymoon in the Bahamas, and despite his tension with her, he was grateful for her generosity. Before she interceded, their honeymoon was just them heading upstate to a quaint little city for a week at a nice, quiet lake house, and they were gonna spend their time hiking trails and just basking in nature. That was not nice enough for Vanessa's tastes, so she spoiled her young secretary with something nicer than she could ever afford.

Vanessa looked back, her eyes appraising her drunken secretary, her eyes clearly indicating her disappointment in Mandy's current condition. She turned away from the couple and spoke up.

"This is the best executive suite in the city," Vanessa spoke up. Zack's attention turned to her, and due to the fact that she wasn't facing them, he couldn't help but let his eyes fall to her mouth-watering ass. The full, round butt of his wife's older black boss arrested his vision as it bounced back and forth, each juicy cheek jiggling, their immaculate shape highlighted by the tight, thin golden dress. "You guys are lucky I have connections here, so I was able to book the room on such short notice," she continued, her attention focused on her cell phone as she texted away on it. "I always send other CEO's here when they're visiting. They were all blown away. It's a shame you won't be able to enjoy it more," Vanessa said, glancing back at the young woman. Zack again tried to avert his gaze from her juicy rear end before he would be caught, but he was again sure she noticed. She led them towards a room at the end of the hall, her ass shaking lusciously with every step. She deftly removed from a key card from her cleavage, and opened the door. Before Zack could object, she stepped inside and held the door open, letting the couple enter. As soon as they were all in the room, Vanessa closed the door and locked it. Hearing the click, Zack spoke up.

"Vanessa, I think I have it from here," he stated, turning to face the older woman.

"Nonsense," Vanessa began, setting down her small purse on a side table. "Your wife needs to get cleaned up and helped out of her dress, and I have yet to meet the man who knows his way around something like a wedding dress. Let us girls go into the bathroom, let me clean her up, and then... we can call it a night." Before Zack could respond, Vanessa eased over and took over support of the young drunk wife.

"I can help her," Zack offered.

"Hon... no man should see his wife in this state," she replied. "You don't want this image being the one you remember from your wedding night. Let me handle this." Zack didn't like it, but she had a point. Seeing him back off, Vanessa smiled and spoke up. "And while I'm doing that, fix me up a cocktail. I don't care what, just make it strong." With that, Vanessa eased Mandy into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Now temporarily alone, Zack didn't know what to do. He wanted that woman out of here, but he didn't know how to do it. Rubbing his eyes in frustration, he turned away from the closed door, and it was only then that he noticed his surroundings.

He didn't know what to expect with the executive suite but it was mighty impressive for someone with such humble beginnings. The room had a remarkable looking king size bed, a fully-stocked bar, marble floors, a huge flat-screen TV, some fancy looking furniture, and a balcony overlooking the city. There were nice, unique paintings on the wall and modern furnishings and decorations. This room oozed class and wealth, far beyond what he had ever experienced. From what he had been told, there was also a fancy hot tub in the bathroom. This room was amazing. It felt like a whole new world to the humble young man. It didn't feel like he was supposed to be here, as if he was trespassing. Vanessa had, like with everything else, footed the bill. And despite already displaying the obscene amount of disposable income she had this whole day, this was the first time where he could really take in her wealth and the kind of life she was used to. His eyes were wide with awe, and he told himself to savor this, to make this type of success a goal to work towards. He didn't have the level of success to afford a room like this at his point in life, but if he worked hard enough, he would eventually. He would be back to a room like this someday, no question in his mind.

Not knowing what else to do, he moved to the bar and fixed himself up a drink, and one for Vanessa as well. Hopefully, that would be enough for her, and she would end this crazy game of hers. But she wouldn't try anything anyway. His wife was here with them, and despite her current state, it would be mighty bold to try something in front of her. Hopefully, Vanessa was helping Mandy out of her dress and into something comfortable so she could finally lie down and get some rest for the evening and sleep off the alcohol. It wasn't his ideal plan for his wedding night, but it would have to do.

Unfortunately for him, it would not be so easy.

Vanessa had made little progress on helping the drunken woman out of her wedding dress, but she never planned to, to be honest. Mandy might have spent a few paychecks for this dress, but Vanessa struggled with the idea of putting her hands on such a shoddy, cheap, tacky garment. Vanessa didn't give one fuck if Mandy's dress was ruined. She wasn't even particularly interested in helping her out period, to be perfectly frank.

"Oh, you poor thing," Vanessa whispered, holding up Mandy against the wall. "You poor, brainless little girl."

"Whhhuuuuhhhh?" Mandy slurred out, barely conscious. Vanessa studied the young redhead's pale skin, finding it as unappealing as her cheap dress. It wasn't nearly as smooth and luscious as her own dark skin.

"You really fucked up," Vanessa began. "You had one chance to really seal the deal with that hunk out there... if you had just controlled yourself and gave him a night to remember, he would have never left you. Ever. That boy loooovvves you... for some reason." She paused, straightening up the young wife as she almost fell over. "And now, you embarrassed yourself in front of him, and he's wondering if he made a huge mistake. And I think he did. He can do so much better than you. A guy like that deserves the best. He doesn't need a skinny little thing with a flat chest and no ass. He needs a woman with big tits. And an ass that can handle the rough stuff. He doesn't need love, at least the kind of love you offer. No... what that boy needs is some good sex. Hot, sweaty, filthy sex is what locks down a guy like that for good. That boy is gagging for it, and we all smelled it on him. He's getting fucked tonight, the only question is by whom. And you, you poor, stupid little girl, you took yourself out of the running."

"So," Vanessa paused, easing the young wife, still in her wedding dress, into a seated position against the wall. "You're gonna be stuck in a bathroom while another woman fucks your soul-mate on your wedding night. Your boss, a magnificent, older black bitch, is gonna steal your man from you. And he's gonna love it. He's gonna fuck my tight black cunt... my hot, round ass, my tight, wet mouth... we're gonna do it all together, and you'll be getting none. Those lips that kissed you at the altar? They're gonna be wrapped around my hard nipples, sucking my big tits. And then that tongue of his, the one you no doubt love? It's gonna be rimming my tight ass. Hon... you were so close to having such a perfect life, with all your bad luck turning around... but then you brought that man of yours to me. The second I saw him, I knew I'd have to make him mine. That moment he met me, and stared at my huge black breasts, and yes, that boy was gawking... the moment that happened, he was done with you. From that moment on, he belonged to me."

Vanessa, the self-proclaimed magnificent black bitch, put her hands on her hips and posed in front of the young wife.

"And now, I'm gonna make him mine," Vanessa said. "I'm gonna strut out there, shake my hot ass and huge black tits in front of him, and he will crumble. He wants me... badly. He wants my hot ass and huge titties. He wants my hot black body, not your pathetic, skinny little white one. He wants me to dominate him, and I plan to. I've needed a white boy toy for a while now, and that boy... mmm, hmmm. He's too delicious to go to waste," she spat out at the passed-out wife. She gave one last look at the young wife.

"Bitch, I'm gonna have your husband's babies," the older woman said with finality. Vanessa turned away from her secretary, and moved to make her way out of the bathroom, but not before checking herself out in the mirror one last time, making sure everything was in place and plenty of luscious, bare skin was exposed.

Zack looked up just in time to see Vanessa step out of the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. Vanessa responded to his confusion before he could ask.

"It looks like your wife couldn't quite make it to the bed, so we'll let her rest up for a bit in there," she said, smiling as she explained why she left the young wife to sleep alone in a bathroom on her wedding night.

"Is she okay?" Zack asked as she approached the bar. Grabbing the drink he made for her and sipping it, she replied.

"Yeah, she'll be fine," she said dismissively, not really caring, her focus solely on the hot young stud across the counter from her. He looked over her shoulder, wanting to check on Mandy. He looked at the stacked black woman in front of him and knew there wasn't much reason for her to still be here, but it appeared as if she was just getting comfortable.

"I, uh... I think I can take things from here," Zack told her, polishing off his glass, happy for the liquid courage. She studied him for a few moments before smiling in amusement.

"Well... I did spend my money on you guys for the church, the banquet hall, the caterers, the photographers, the honeymoon, and this room. I think I can at least finish my drink," Vanessa replied.

"I'd rather you just leave," Zack stated bluntly, standing up to the older woman who had had him on his heels all day. "I'd like to have some privacy with my wife. It's been a long day."

Vanessa studied him for a moment, her expression far cooler than it had been. She lifted the strong drink to her plump lips and swallowed the remainder of it before setting the glass delicately on the table. She looked down as she did this, and looked up when she was done.

"We both know that's not how this ends..." she replied, staring him down, no humor in her voice. As she spoke, she leaned over the counter.

Her massive black breasts pressed softly into the bar.

Zack's eyes couldn't help but jump down to her chest, to her mammoth, hanging tits, her cleavage looking a mile long as her slim dress struggled to contain her bulbous rack. Her heavy, fleshy breasts were oozing over the edges of her low-cut gown, bursting to escape. There was so much dark, sexy skin exposed to him in this position that it would have been impossible not to notice, but he had enough self-control not to stare too long. He pulled his eyes up to hers and replied.

"I think you should leave," he said firmly, standing up to her. She simply laughed, her heavy tits jiggling as she stood up straight.

"Oh, honey, stop acting so innocent," Vanessa tittered. "You want to do some dirty things to my hot body." She sauntered around the bar slowly, approaching him, causing him to step back slightly. "Thinking such filthy thoughts about your wife's hot boss at your own wedding. That's some pretty fucked up shit! I love it!"