The Black Wedding

Mandy looked at her boss, a women she used to like and respect. But now, she didn't recognize her. She didn't know people could be this cruel.

This was Vanessa raw. This was Vanessa unleashed. Her at her most callous and cold. This was what so many romantic and business rivals experienced firsthand, seeing the aggressive side of her that took what she wanted, damn the consequences.

For years, she had held herself back in all ways, both in the boardroom and the bedroom. Sure, she had always shown men a good time, but she had restrained herself for the sake of decorum, not knowing if any of her ex-husbands, or the upper class wealthy men she had hooked up with would be able to handle the real her. If they experienced the true her, if she let the crazed, lust filled, demoness inside her rise to the surface, she feared they wouldn't have the nerve to stick around.

She had only fully cut loose during those illicit college encounters with young white studs. It was only then that she felt comfortable enough to let her true urges rise to the surface, because she knew those white boys could handle it. They could see her fully cut loose, exposing the real her, and they would love it. Those white boys always embraced being completely and utterly fucked into submission by the demoness inside her. When she was actively on the hunt for white dick, she was as cutthroat as they came, forcefully taking who she wanted, because she knew those white boys loved being hunted. The fun lasted for a while, until her illicit affairs were discovered by her friends. This was a heavy dose of reality hitting her and facing becoming an outcast among her social circle, she knew she had to change her ways, despite her true needs. Ever since then, knowing the path she was heading towards was getting her in trouble, she knew she had to keep that side of her buried deep. She had to bury the demoness, keep it at bay. It wasn't easy, and that level of suppression of her true needs is probably what indirectly led to her success in the business world.

Because that passion needed to be vented somewhere, and it came in the boardroom. Her cutthroat bitchiness and dogged determination led to her meteoric rise within the company as she conquered her new targets, this time rivals in the world of business. She had success after success at work, and as time went on, her urges and true nature eventually got buried so deep that her once cutthroat nature had softened. It was only now, after experiencing some big white cock again, that she was letting the demoness rise to the surface once more. She was unrepressed. Her body was coursing with energy. She was loving it! She had forsaken her young secretary, pushing her aside like a truly evil bitch! Fucking another woman's man, stealing him from her on her own wedding day. God, it was so wrong, but so hot! She should feel bad, but she didn't. The fat white dick felt way too fucking good to feel anything close to regret. No, she was elated. The demoness was happy. There was no regret. This is what she needed, and anyone who got in between her and the fat white cock she needed would face her full fury. Anyone who got in her way would be fucking destroyed. She had full access to white dick, and she would never give it up again.

"But we're getting away from my point, baby," Vanessa began. "Like I was saying, men, no matter how good they seem, and how perfect they might seem, they will always want more. They will always want a girl with bigger tits. A rounder, juicier ass. A tighter, nastier cunt. You can't let them still control you even though they've left you behind. Luckily for me, I was blessed with a lot of gifts, and even for me, it wasn't always easy. It used to hurt for me, too," she told the young woman pointedly. "These things, these tragedies... they might hurt for a while, but they make you tougher. You get thicker skin. Mandy, it might not seem like it now, but this might be the best thing for you."

"Fuck you, Vanessa!" Mandy replied, causing Vanessa to smile.

"You see, that right there, that's what I'm talking about. I've always said you had a fire in you. And you can't let anyone take that from you, cause once it's out, you can't get it back. If you let the bad stuff control you, your fire gets extinguished. Don't let him take it away from you, and don't let me take it either. You've had many setbacks in life, and so have I. I've dealt with shitty husbands, prejudices at work. Yet here I sit, on top of the world, the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, with a new man, and more money than I will ever need. I wouldn't be here if those obstacles hadn't been there. So even though this might seem like the worst moment in your life, if you don't let that fire go out, you can do some amazing things."

"I don't care, Vanessa." Mandy said, shaking her head, her tear ducts empty. "I don't want another one of your fucking lessons. You fucked my husband, you fucking twisted bitch." Vanessa smiled and nodded, loving hearing the young woman fight back.

"You see baby, you're proving my point. You're standing up to me, something you used to be petrified of doing. This is... this is why I have to finish the job. This is why I have to destroy you. It's for the best," Vanessa stated, her tone warm but intimidating. Mandy had never fully experienced seeing her boss like this in the boardroom, the evil side of her she had heard rumors about. For the first time, she was seeing that side of her, the side that tore apart smaller companies because she could, or conquered rivals to establish her dominance. "Hon, I have to take it all from you. I already talked to my lawyer, and got the ball rolling on the divorce papers. I mean, he ain't coming back to you after last night. And, I'm guessing you probably don't want to keep working for me, since I, you know, just stole your husband, so I've already fired you. And, just to rub it in, by the time you start looking for work elsewhere, you're gonna find yourself black-balled from just about any reputable company in the city. At this point, I might as well just ruin your fucking future... just because I can." Mandy listened, hearing her future being demolished by her naked black boss.

"Mandy, you will never be lower than you are now," the older woman began after a long pause, letting her previous statement sink in. "And I know you want revenge on me. You want to make me pay, I get it. You probably want to slap me in the face, or maybe more. I don't recommend it, unless you want me to kick your ass after all the other things I've done to you. But when you walk out that door in a few minutes, there is a very small chance I will ever see you again. Quite frankly, I've fucking owned you, and kicked you down back to the bottom. And if you want that revenge on me, I want you to earn it. I want that fire to blaze inside you. I want that drive for vengeance to stop you from wallowing in self-pity. I want you to overcome all the obstacles I've put in front of you. I want to make you a stronger woman, Mandy. That's all I've ever wanted from you. So, when you and I meet again, down the road, when you're sitting across a boardroom table from me, we can have it out, once and for all, as equals. As peers. So you see, honey, I'm just trying to make a strong woman out of you."

Vanessa let these words sink in her secretary's mind for a few moments. She didn't feel the least bit of shame or regret at destroying this young woman's life. She had to learn that sex is a warzone, and if women like her didn't evolve, they would always end up on the losing side. Vanessa was a winner in life, and winners get rewarded. She had played nice for too long and that generosity had just been rewarded, bringing a perfect fucking white stud on her radar, a gift from fate that had led her to unimagined pleasure, pleasure she deserved.

"It's funny," Vanessa began with a smirk. "If you had just handled your business with the wedding, and not let me get involved... none of this would have happened. You would be the one glowing after a long wedding night of amazing sex. You made one little mistake and let me get involved, and now... you've lost everything you've worked for. I want you to think about that..." Vanessa said, looking down at the young woman.

She looked into her eyes, looking to see if the fire was still there, or if her work of the last day had truly destroyed her. To be honest, she wasn't sure what the answer was, but at the moment, it didn't really matter. Vanessa had more important work to do.

"Okay, bitch," Vanessa began, standing up, clapping her hands loudly. Despite her furious anger at her now former boss, Mandy's eyes couldn't help but watch the older woman's massive black breasts bounce and jiggle as she rose. Standing proudly, standing over the young woman like an Amazon queen, she gave her next command. "Now... get the fuck out of my suite. Me and your hubby have a busy day in front of us, and I need my morning fuck before we go. So get up and get the fuck out."

Not knowing what else to do, Mandy obeyed, rising to her feet. Realizing her current state, she asked for a bit of mercy.

"Can I at least change before I go?" Mandy asked, defeated.

"Naw, bitch. You need to go right now. I want you to walk through the city in that ratty dress. I want that memory to burn inside for the rest of your life." Vanessa replied forcefully, pushing her secretary towards the door. Mandy was at least able to grab her purse. As she reached the doorway, she took one last look back at her still sleeping husband, not knowing if she would ever see the man she loved again. But before she knew it, she was in the hotel hallway, the door to her wedding suite shutting behind her. She was standing alone, in her wrinkled wedding dress, and her husband was locked away from her, seemingly lost in a whole new world.

Mandy started to cry again.

*************

For Zack, as he was seated in a first class seat of a fancy, luxury jet, it felt like he had woken up in a whole new world. He remembered everything from the night before. Everything. He was still in disbelief at what he had taken part in the night before, and despite his actions, he did feel some regret for betraying his wife. He still loved her, but what he had been talked into the night before had shown him that he couldn't change his stripes. He wasn't built for a girl like Mandy. He just couldn't do it.

In a sense it didn't even feel like it was up to him. This crazy stuff had just happened to him, and he had just been caught in the wave. He had been pushed along into this new world kicking and screaming, and now in this one moment of peace and silence, he didn't know if he should just keep going or run away. But this would only last a moment, as Vanessa emerged, reappearing after talking to one of the stewardesses, moving to sit next to him, making sure any escape had to go through her.

She was so different than the woman he expected to be travelling with, Mandy. Firstly, she was black. And much older than him. She was way more confident and controlling. She was far more voluptuous, with those massive black tits and that amazing round ass. Seated next to him, she exuded sex in a way that his wife never could hope to. She looked amazing, wearing a tight, red button-up blouse, showing off a good amount of tightly compacted cleavage, and a tight brown leather skirt, going down to her knees.

She looked at him knowingly. He was at once both terrified of her and intimidated by her, but deeply turned on in a way he never had felt before. Those eyes displayed a lazy confidence in her control of him. She knew she had him by the balls, and despite his reluctance, she had control over him. He was in her thrall, now.

He didn't know if he was making a really fucked up mistake, or if he had been corrupted beyond reprieve, or simply living out a destiny that was preordained. He didn't know if he was ready for this new world he was entering or even if he was meant for it.

But as he was about to realize, it wasn't really up to him. There would be no escape.

As the flight was preparing for takeoff, Vanessa saw an opportunity to fool around a bit. She moved her lips to his and forced a kiss onto him, sliding her thick tongue into his married mouth as their lips smacked together. Zack simply slid into the moment, getting caught up in the lust easily with little hesitance. His hands slid to her chest, feeling up her massive black tits, as her hand moved to his crotch feeling his bulging cock. They had already fucked once this morning, a rough, intense bit of sex which ended with them both soaked with sweat and clutched tight together as he came inside her again. And if they weren't interrupted with a pointed throat-clear by one of the stewardesses, they probably would have gotten down to business again right here in front of everyone.

Zack would often feel doubts early on in this new affair, but it never really stopped him from actively participating. Once she exerted her sexual will on him, those doubts would be forgotten, and the true Zack would emerge. The sexual lion, the animalistic stud. By the time his honeymoon trip with his wife's boss was over, all of those doubts would be fucked out of him. By the time Vanessa bought him home to her place, he was her fully compliant, willing, and eager boy-toy.

The honeymoon was just the beginning of Zack's new life. The resort was seemingly built for the truly elite. He was treated to amazing food, amazing locales, beautiful people, everything was just... incredible. It was truly a whole other world. Vanessa was his guide to this new life he found himself in, this life of luxury that he was being introduced to. She wore him on her arm proudly, showing off her new lover to all the other envious women. She was his tour guide in a tiny, baby blue thong bikini, showing off her juicy black body without shame, and that was enough for him to eagerly follow. Zack would find himself gawking at her massive, jiggling breasts, and her large, round juicy ass. Seeing her dressed so filthy really worked him up. They would literally fuck for hours in the honeymoon suite every day. After a few days of this, he couldn't help but admit that she was without question the sexiest creature he had ever laid eyes on, and he couldn't imagine how it would be possible to have better sex.

From what Vanessa said, the other people at this resort area were like her, mainly those among the elite, like her, the hyper-rich. All of them no doubt knew what these two were up to, and they no doubt heard them in action. But there was no judgment. They were among equals. The other men here looked confident, and the women here were insanely beautiful and insanely voluptuous. It felt strange to parade around as the older black woman's young white boy-toy, but he felt no judgment from them. Only respect and acceptance. After a while of this, he started to feel like he belonged among them.

Vanessa was aware of his dreams and ambitions of acting, and among the elite at this resort she introduced him to a few people in the business, getting his name out there. She then introduced him to one of her friends, a woman Zack recognized. She was the host of some trashy daytime talk show, lacking the legitimacy of a show like Naomi's. Zack had never really watched her show, as it seemed too crude and gossipy for his tastes. So it wasn't until this moment he realized how voluptuous and sexy she was. She was black, like Vanessa, although she had lighter skin. She also had died her hair so it was colored a dirty blonde, which really stood out for a woman with her complexion. She wasn't quite as fit as Vanessa, but her body had curves in all the right places. She was very sexy. If he had known this before, he would have been an avid viewer, just to catch a glimpse at her voluptuous body being so flagrantly shown off. She was probably about the same age as Vanessa, but she was far less mature and composed than Vanessa, telling loud stories, cursing every other word. But Zack didn't have much to add as the two older women talked, both eyeing him lustily. Zack admired the woman's bulging, caramel-colored breasts in her bikini top, and even though she was wearing a sarong around her lower half, the matching thong she wore beneath it was quite visible.

Zack was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize he had stopped listening until both women were looking at him. Perking up his ears, he listened as Vanessa repeated herself.

"I said, me and her have been looking to do some work together for quite some time, and that you might be able to help us out with that," Vanessa stated to her young lover. There was a heated pause at the table, before her friend laughed loudly.

"I think we scared the poor boy," her friend stated. She leaned in close, her massive knockers hanging below her. "What she's asking, hon, is if you want to fuck two black women tonight?" she asked, raising one of her perfectly styled eyebrows.

So, Zack fucked two black women that night.

The threesome with them was incredible, an even more thrilling experience than any he had before, except maybe his wedding night. Having sex with both Vanessa and her friend, feeling all that sexy black skin against him, feeling two pairs of huge black breasts, fucking two amazing black pussies, splitting open two juicy black asses, and in the process fucking two women who were almost double his age... it was as amazing as it sounded. The two women were as energized and lusty towards him as he was to them.

This was the beginning of a new aspect of his life with Vanessa. She had been eager to lock him down and put a ring on his finger to make their affair official, which she did quite quickly after returning home, but she was also very happy to share him with other women. And it was usually black women. Zack couldn't even count how many black women he had fucked at Vanessa's urging. And it was a wide range of women as well. Athletes. Singers. Other businesswomen. Vanessa would ask them to meet for a professional dinner, or they would meet at a charity event, or something along those lines. It even happened a lot at some church events Vanessa took him to, with one of the shockingly attractive and busty nuns introducing them to other powerful women.

These type of encounters happened all the time, and by the end, it would always end with nasty, filthy sex, with Zack as the centerpiece of the threesome. Threesomes that almost always end the same, with Vanessa on top, showing her superiority to both her young white husband and their new acquaintance. Vanessa was a Queen Slut, and these threesomes allowed these new friends to come under her thrall. For the young women, they gained a new mentor and idol. For older women, Vanessa's contemporaries, they began to see her as a true peer.

But it didn't even stop there. Vanessa had become acquainted with another older black woman, a female senator. While this woman was well-known as someone who seemed very tightly-wound and conservative, Zack soon discovered how crazy filthy she truly was. Yeah, Zack fucked her too, at Vanessa's urging. In doing so, her and Vanessa became as thick as thieves, and whenever Zack would see the senator giving some fiery, blistering speech on the floor of the senate, supporting some issue Zack vehemently disagreed with, Zack would remember how good her ass looked in that purple thong, and all his political concerns would just sort of slip away.

But maybe the most surreal encounter of all was when Zack and Vanessa met up with Naomi, the billionaire TV host and mogul who he had met at his wedding. Zack knew how the night would end as soon as they met up for dinner, but even when it happened, when Zack had a threesome with Vanessa and Naomi, when he found himself smothered in their dark, smooth flesh, when he fell asleep with two powerful black women pressed into him, he couldn't help but marvel at this new life he was living.