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A pretty blonde wife gets to make an important sales presentation all by herselfDesignware, a prominent graphic design and software
company specializing in bringing magazines into the
online computer craze, received a request for proposal
from JET Magazine to offer the magazine online to all
of its subscriber's. Designware was formed earlier when
Tom Simmons purchased the two seemingly different
companies and merged them into one. Miriam Smith
started the small graphic design company shortly after
graduation from the University of Alabama with a degree
in fashion design. She was interested in designing a
line of women's high fashion clothing.
Miriam made a very nice profit from the sale of her
company and was named the Vice-President, Graphic
Design, of the new company. Maurice, her husband of ten
years, wanted his lovely blonde wife to just take the
money and run. He did well with his own insurance
company but he wanted his wife home more often to take
care of their two young children. Miriam wasn't looking
at the money but at what fun she had doing what she did
and interacting with other adults during the day
instead of just being with children and being a soccer
Maurice reluctantly decided he had better support his
wife in her new endeavors. Their sex life had been in a
rut and now Miriam seemed so much more alive. While she
normally submitted to her husband only once a week, she
now had more energy. Maurice didn't realize that one of
her new co-workers was supplying her with uppers that
provided that extra boost that she needed so much.
Designware received the RFP and had a mere three weeks
to prepare. The presentation would be in two parts, the
first day they had an hour to describe the capabilities
of the company and the second day they would actually
demonstrate their proposal on the computer. While
Miriam was the V.P., she actually had only three other
designers in her department. The owner, Tom Simmons,
ran the software side of the house and had ten people
writing the software programs that were being proposed.
They worked hard but they were ready. Normally, Miriam
went with Tom on the sales calls like she had done on
several previous occasions. Unfortunately, Tom called
Miriam at the last minute and told her that he was
"Miriam, please carry on without me. You know what to
do. Just woo them with your natural charms and fabulous
good looks. The rest will fall into place. One thing,
however, you must do whatever is required to get this
order. As you know, business has been slow and we might
have to lay off some people in your department if we
don't win this contract."
The last part of the conversation really bothered
Miriam. The people she had in her department now were
the cream of the crop. She had spent many hours in
cultivating them so they were the best in the business.
Miriam didn't want to lay off any of her excellent
employees. She just had to get that contract!
Maurice marveled at his attractive wife as she kissed
him and their children good-bye. She was wearing a
fashionable gray linen dress with two patch pockets on
her chest and two more on her trim hips. A white lace
handkerchief peeked out from the upper-left pocket. The
large black buttons ran the entire length of the dress
which ended just above her knees. She wore sheer black
hose and sexy black leather open-toed, high-heeled
pumped adorned her little feet. Miriam wore a strand of
Mikimoto pearls around her trim neck and a matching
bracelet on her left wrist. As she was left-handed,
like most brilliant artists, Miriam wore her fancy
Omega watch on her right wrist.
Of course, she would leave home without her diamond
engagement ring and golden wedding band on her long
trim finger. Her lovely blonde hair was braided up into
a bun which exposed her slim, smooth flawless neck. She
had pearl studs in her ears and Maurice caught a whiff
of her heavenly perfume as she kissed him and gave him
a warm hug good-bye. If he had been a real man, he
would have carried her back to their bedroom right then
and there and ravished the daylights out of her his. He
would miss her tonight as she had never been away by
herself on a business like this before.
While he was in his forties, Miriam was only thirty-
five. She had worked hard to get her figure back after
having the two kids. He thought that his wife looked
better now than when they were married ten years ago. A
little twitch in his pants reminded him of her
passionate love making last night.
"Good luck, Honey. Knock'em dead!"
Miriam blew her loving husband one last kiss before
running out to their new Volvo XC90 that she normally
ferried the kids around in. She was fortunate that
there was a non-stop flight between Birmingham and
Detroit, where JET's corporate office was located.
Miriam took the mid-morning flight which got her in to
Detroit before lunch. She would have one presentation
this afternoon and the demonstration tomorrow
afternoon. She was scheduled to leave late tomorrow
afternoon. The attractive executive was wearing the
outfit for this afternoon's presentation but she
brought another outfit which was more casual for
The up and coming Designware had the policy of letting
their VP's and above fly first class. Miriam knew that
her company was hurting for new business and money but
she enjoyed flying first class so much that she didn't
hesitate to buy the ticket. She put the cost of the
ticket on her own credit card which was the normal
company procedure. The employees would submit an
expense report after the trip that was then reimbursed
Normally, Miriam didn't drink during the business day
but she was very excited and thought that a drink might
help calm her nerves. She had taken an amphetamine
tablet earlier today. That helped her bring her
enthusiasm level to the next level. She liked what she
was doing but there were pressures at both work and
home that sometimes seemed unbearable. That little
green and white pill not only helped her get through
the day, it also helped with her weight control. It was
'Mommy's Little Helper.'
That Bloody Mary with breakfast on the jet and the
coffee with Bailey's afterwards was just what the
doctor ordered to calm her nerves. The trim Miriam
didn't need lunch as she hailed a taxi to take her
directly to her hotel. JET's office building was just a
few short blocks away so she didn't need a rental car
for such a short overnight business trip. If they won
the contract, Miriam would spend more time in Detroit
with their new client and get some time to do some
sightseeing. Her husband was interested in coming with
her some time in the future as he always talked about
cars and wanted to see where they were made.
Miriam checked into her hotel, freshened up from her
flight and made her way to JET's office. As she walked
to their building for her appointment, the attractive
blonde turned many a man's head and most of them were
black. It seemed to her that they weren't shy about
looking at her. She felt kind of tingly down deep
inside her belly by their blatant stares of longing and
desire. At home, blacks didn't look at her like fresh
meat. Growing up, she had led a fairly-sheltered life.
She didn't attend integrated schools until she went to
high school. As a popular cheerleader, many of the
Negro football players would ask her for a date. Miriam
refused them all as she knew her racist daddy would
either dis-own her or even kill her if she ever went
out with one of those 'darkies,' as her father still
Miriam and Maurice both liked Birmingham and had moved
there to raise their family. The population of
Birmingham is about a quarter of a million with about
seventy-five percent black. Out in the suburbs where
they lived, most of their neighbors were white and
middle to upper-class. Not too unlike Birmingham,
million person-Detroit had a Negro percentage of its
population in the lower eighty-percent range. Most of
the white collar-workers were indeed white to match
their collars, however, JET Magazine, on the other
hand, was black owned and its employees were one-
hundred percent black. If this had been a 'white-owned'
magazine, Jesse Jackson would have been crying
As it was, the potential bidders waited in the
magazine's reception area until their turn was called
to make their sales pitch to JET's senior management.
Miriam was amazed to see that all of the five other
potential contractors had at least one very attractive
blonde on its sales team. She waited patiently until
her turn was called. Miriam didn't realize that JET
Magazine catered to an all-black subscriber base.
She had heard about the magazine before but had never
read it before. The thought occurred to her that she
should have done more research into JET's market. Even
though, JET was all black, her presentation was suited
to any type of magazine, except pornographic ones. Her
product could even be easily customized for the
lucrative porno market but Miriam wouldn't allow her
company to be sullied by that reputation.
The attractive blonde read several back issues of JET
magazine. As it turned out, Designware was the last
company to make a presentation that afternoon. It
appeared to Miriam that her presentation on the
company's capabilities was well received by JET's
management team. They were all very attentive. All of
JET's black executives seemed to dwell on her every
word. Their eyes roamed over all parts of her body. She
didn't realize it but one of the big buttons at the top
of her dress had inadvertently come undone.
That little slip helped seal the deal as it exposed the
cleavage and swell of her magnificent breasts. The
executives liked what they heard and saw. Her
competitors' previous presentations were not made by
the women they brought along as eye-candy. Miriam did.
She had the entire package; blonde good looks, womanly
charm and the thorough knowledge of her company's
capabilities. She didn't know it at the time but her
presentation was more than enough to win the lucrative
Miriam went back to her hotel after the presentation.
She called her husband. He was just fixing their
children some macaroni and cheese, their favorite meal.
It was also easy for Maurice to prepare as it came in a
box and was quick to fix.
The attractive blonde wife spoke to each child, kissed
them good-night over the phone and told them, "Mommy
loves you, Sweetie." Maurice told his wife that he
already missed her. This was the first time that she
had ever been away from home all by herself. It would
certainly not be the last.
After not having eaten all day since breakfast, Miriam
was famished. She considered staying in and calling
room service but she decided against it. She did want
to just watch TV reruns; she wanted to be with real
people. The pretty blonde wife and mother took off her
constricting pantyhose to be more comfortable and undid
her shoulder-length blonde hair. She ran a brush though
her gorgeous hair and applied a fresh coat of lipstick.
The hotel had a nice restaurant that was fairly
crowded. Miriam ordered a glass of her favorite white
wine to unwind after a stressful day. Her salad came a
little while later. She ordered a second glass of wine.
She normally didn't have two glasses but she felt very
confident on her today's presentation. Besides, she was
on expenses and she deserved another glass of wine.
It was still early when she finished her meal. She only
had the salad as took another upper before dinner and
that suppressed her appetite. The night was young and
she didn't want to just watch TV in her hotel room by
herself. Miriam normally didn't go into bars without
her husband, especially when she was by herself. The
bar was next door to the restaurant and it seemed
everyone was having a gay time there. She wandered in
and took an empty seat at the bar. As a single woman,
many of the men asked to by her a drink. She told them,
"I'm waiting for my husband," and showed them her
wedding rings. That seemed to take care of her being
bothered by unwanted advances.
Miriam had one glass of wine and then another. Even
though her next JET appointment wasn't until tomorrow
afternoon, she was about to leave and go on to bed when
she heard a familiar voice.
"Well, hello, Miriam. How is the pretty lady doing this
evening?" She looked up to see one of JET's senior-
level executives, Marcus Taylor smiling broadly at her.
Marcus was a tall, athletic black fellow who played
football at the University of Michigan. He would have
been one of the first picks in the NFL, that was, until
he was unnecessary-roughly tackled during the Ohio
State football game. That ended his professional
football dreams early. Fortunately, his grades in
college were very good and went on to law school.
Marcus was now JET's corporate attorney.
"I'm doing very well this evening, thank you very
much," the blonde beauty replied.
"Very good. How about joining me over at my table for a
Miriam was just about to refuse as she already had four
glasses of wine this evening, two past her normal
limit. She thought about telling him no but then she
remembered Tom Simmons' words about doing whatever is
needed in order to win the contract.
Flirting with JET's corporate attorney and having one
drink with him certainly wouldn't hurt Designware's
chances of winning the much sought after and needed
"Sure, but just one. I think that I've had just about
enough drinks for one evening."
Marcus took the blonde beauty's hand in his and led her
to a darkened booth near the back of the bar. He
motioned Miriam to slip into the booth first. The Negro
smiled when he saw her dress rise up her firm thigh and
was awarded with a nice glimpse of her bare legs. He
could help but grinning as he moved in beside the
naive, lovely blonde beauty.
The waiter brought them both another drink. This was
now Miriam's fifth glass of wine on almost an empty
stomach. She hadn't been this intoxicated since one of
her husband's wild fraternity parties in college.
Marcus was talking to her quietly about how she did
such a fabulous presentation today all by herself.
Miriam felt very good. She didn't object when Marcus
put his muscular arm around her shoulders. She knew she
should but she didn't. Miriam had never been unfaithful
to her loving husband before. Now she was alone with a
strange man, a black man at that. Her insides tingled.
She had never felt this excited before with her own
husband. Marcus must have been working his black magic
He was still whispering into her ear when she felt his
warm hand on her bare thigh. Miriam quickly covered his
roving black hand with hers to prevent him from going
any further. That wasn't enough as she didn't put up
much of a fight.
Miriam's breathing came more rapidly as her heart raced
in her chest. His dark hand was now all the way under
her dress and his searching fingers now pushed the leg
band of her silky French bikini panties aside. Miriam
gasped as his strong finger probed her moist vagina.
Marcus tweaked her erect clitoris, eliciting a moan of
desire from her red lip-sticked lips.
The blonde beauty swallowed hard and knew that she had
to leave before anything happened to her fidelity.
"I've got to be going," she barely whispered to him.
"Okay, Honey, let me help you to your room."
Miriam was too far gone to resist. Marcus helped her up
and asked her for her keys. He smiled to himself when
he saw her room number, four sixty-nine.
It was close to midnight now as Marcus helped the
almost limp blonde woman to the elevator. There was an
elderly couple already in the elevator. Marcus could
tell by the look on the old couple's face that they
didn't like to see an attractive white woman with a
black man but that sight became more and more frequent.
The white woman was now liberated to choose her own
lover thanks in part to the woman's lib movement.
Marcus unlocked room 469. He locked the door and
flipped the security latch after he helped Miriam into
the room. He didn't want any interruptions.
Miriam tried to resist as Marcus helped her undress for
bed. He slipped off her shoes. Marcus loved the red
polish on her pretty little toenails. The black
executive began to unbutton the few remaining buttons
that he hadn't already unbuttoned downstairs in the
bar. Miriam tried to resist once again but soon her
dress fell into a puddle around her trim ankles. The
lovely blonde Vice-President of Graphic Design for
Designware now stood in only her lacy black bra and
panties before one of her newest clients.
Marcus kissed the blonde's pretty neck as her reached
behind her to unsnap her bra. In doing so, his massive
erection pressed into her belly. Miriam swooned in his
strong black arms as her breasts were bared. His thick
lips traced its way down her chest until he took one of
her erect nipples in his teeth and bit down softly.
Miriam moaned in ecstasy. Marcus then moved down her
firm belly, letting his probing tongue dip into the
indention of her belly button. Miriam had a golden
belly ring that he gently pulled at with his teeth.
The blonde beauty had to put her hands on his strong
shoulders for support. Soon his fingers drew her
dampened panties down her smooth, firm thighs. Miriam
stepped out of her panties as Marcus brought the
fragrant article of feminine clothing up to his broad
black nose to smell the excited essence of her
womanhood. He put them into the back pocket of his
trousers for a souvenir of tonight's seduction.
A small amount of curly blonde pussy hair was all that
stood between him and paradise. He buried his nose
between her legs and found her excited, throbbing,
blood-engorged clitoris. His searching tongue was like
that of a snakes tongue darting in and out of his mouth
sending shivers of pent-up, lustful excitement up and
down her spine. Miriam was so weak in the knees that
she had to sit down on the edge of the bed or
completely fall over.
She spread her legs slightly to allow the Negro
cunnilinguist easier access to her flowing feminine
nectar. Her hands went to the short, kinky afro-hair on
his bobbing head to pull him ever closer to her lust-
incited, wanton blonde pussy. Miriam's husband had
wanted to go down on her on several occasions but she
had always refused his 'going down' on her advances.
She experienced her first true orgasm when his long
middle finger found her G-spot. The pretty blonde wife
and mother had always faked her orgasms with her
Marcus got up from between her beautiful, widespread
legs. He had been the first black man for many a white
woman and he loved initiating as many of them as he
could. His idol was Wilt Chamberlain, the famous Negro
professional basketball player, who claimed to have
bedded more than twenty-thousand women, most of them
white. He was known as 'Wilt the Stilt' by his many
lady friends. He had quite the 'stilt' between his
muscular black legs and he knew how to use it! So did
The black lawyer looked down at the highly aroused
blonde wife. He was going to enjoy introducing her to
BBC, big black cock. Marcus kicked off her shoes and
quickly pulled off his socks. As he unbuttoned his
black silk shirt, Miriam's eyes feasted on his rippling
black muscles. The former football player made it to
the gym on a regular basis and hadn't lost much of his
Soon his broad black chest was bared before her eyes.
Her pretty blue eyes were now riveted on his mid-
section. Marcus slowly unzipped his trousers letting
the arousal and anticipation build in the lovely blonde
wife. She felt his cock boring into her tummy earlier
this evening but she wasn't prepared for the huge,
black, one-eyed monster that was pointing towards the
"Ohmigawd!" Miriam gasped. She had hoped it was true
what she had heard about black men and it was true at
least in the case of the manhood that stood erect
between her wide spread legs. It was much larger than
her husband's dick had ever been. She almost swooned at
the thought of that massive amount of proud African
cock soon parting her vagina like Moses did to the Red
Miriam quivered in wanton anticipation as Marcus
hovered over her. He bent down and kissed her sweet
lips as their tongues began its time-honored mating
The black man was the first to break the kiss. Miriam
was panting her excitement as Marcus whispered in her
ear, "Put it in for me, Honey."
The pretty blonde wife reached between her spread
thighs and found his throbbing male member. The big
black cock seemed too hot to handle. It also seemed
much larger than she seen just moments before.
"Be gentle with me, please," was all she could moan as
the proud African cock speared its way deep inside her
waiting pussy. Miriam had another orgasm. She had never
felt this way before with her own husband. Marcus
worked inch after agonizing inch into her constricted
"Relax, Honey," he whispered to her. "Open up and let
me come inside."
She did. Miriam couldn't believe that she had taken the
entire length and breadth of his mighty black cock. Her
thighs grasped his thrusting hips as they beat out a
jungle rhythm of their own as they danced as one. Their
lips were locked in a passionate kiss like she had
never known before.
It seemed like hours but it was probably only mere
minutes as their arms and legs held on to each other
for dear life. Miriam had multiple orgasms and her
feminine juices allowed Marcus to penetrate her much
deeper that she had ever experienced before. All of the
power of the black man welled up in Marcus as his cock
thrust deep inside her resisting passage. It erupted
like Mount Vesuvius and sprayed molten lava deep into
her unprotected womb. Sensations as bright as fireworks
went off inside Miriam's pretty little blonde head as
she came in unison with her new Negro lover.
The newest inductee to interracial sex enjoyed getting
fucked three more times that night. Miriam took Marcus
in her mouth and he quickly became recharged and ready
to go again. If one could wear out a pussy, Marcus just
about wore out the pretty blonde wife's in just one
night. Later he rode her like the bitch in heat that
she was and fucked her from behind, doggie-style.
Another time, he wet his finger with her own juices and
slipped a finger deep inside her cherry anus. He would
show her the pleasures of anal sex some other time. For
now, he was showing what a black man could do with some
tight, white pussy.
The sleeping beauty was awakened the next morning by a
knock on the door. "Housekeeping," the female voice
said. She heard the sound of the key in the door. It
took Miriam a moment to realize that she had slept
until almost noon. She threw a robe over her nakedness
and hurried to the door to intercept the maid.
"Aren't you checking out today," inquired the Spanish
"When is check out?" Miriam asked her.
"One o'clock, Ma'am," was the heavily accented reply.
"Okay, give me an hour to get ready and dress. I'll
check out at one."
"Okay, Ma'am. I'll come back then." The maid was gone.
Miriam turned back towards the bedroom and was amazed
at the condition of her bed. The bed sheets were all
tangled and it look like gallons and cum were all over
the place. Her memories flooded back to last night and
she flushed. There was even that now ever-present
familiar tingling between her legs as she felt more of
the black man's copious semen dribble out of her well-
stretched pussy. Would her husband ever forgive her
Fortunately, her next appointment wasn't until three
o'clock so she was afforded the luxury in time to take
a long, warm bubble bath. Her wicked thoughts returned
to the previous night as her finger found her ever-
erect clitoris. She gasped when she realized that she
had never brought herself off like this before. Miriam
had turned wicked in only one day. Actually, it was one
Miriam finished dressing and packed. Today, she wore a
navy blue skirt with a frilly white blouse; Navy
leather high-heeled pumps were on her size four feet.
She didn't bother to wear pantyhose today. Instead of
pearls, she wore gold today in anticipation of
'winning' the gold by getting awarded the coveted
contract with JET Magazine.
She wore gold hoops ear rings that dangled above her
shoulders and were partially hidden by her lustrous,
long blonde hair. It was a slender gold serpentine
necklace that adorned her slim neck with a matching
bracelet thin gold bracelet on her wrist. There was a
gold anklet that was with the set that her husband had
given her for their tenth wedding anniversary. Miriam
didn't normally wear anklets but today she decided to.
It made her feel even sexier than she already looked.
A quick application of make-up complimented her natural
beauty. The pretty blonde wife sprayed her favorite
perfume, White Shoulders, behind her ears. She couldn't
believe it herself when she spayed some between the
cleavage of her breasts. The she wickedly lifted her
skirt and sprayed some more between her heated thighs.
Maybe one might not smell that she was still in heat,
especially after last night.
Miriam was about to leave when there was a knock at the
door. She expected to see the maid again but this time
it was one of the bellboys with a vase of two-dozen
gorgeous red roses. They most have been from her
husband she initially thought to herself. She tipped
the bellboy and thanked him with a smile. She tore open
the attached card fully expecting it to be
congratulations from her husband, however, it read,
"Thanks for a wonderful evening!" and was signed,
"Omigawd," she thought to herself. Miriam had to sit
down her heart was fluttering so.
Miriam checked out of her hotel room just before one PM
and asked the Concierge to keep her overnight bag until
later that afternoon before leaving for the airport.
The older black Concierge smiled at the lovely blonde
woman. He loved it when he saw the nipple poking
through a sheer blouse worn by an attractive white
woman. His big old black cock came to life in his
trousers. He wished he was a few years younger and he
would be chasing that good-looking white pussy. As it
was, he only had fond memories of those mighty good
times when he actually caught some.
There were no other people in the reception area except
for the pretty black receptionist. She showed Miriam
into the conference promptly at three o'clock.
Everybody was all smiles. All she saw was white teeth
and black faces. Miriam opened her laptop and connected
it to the digital projector. She went through her
demonstration in fifteen minutes.
At the conclusion of her presentations, she smiled at
her potential clients and thanked them for their time.
Mr. Willie Turner, the head of the group of black
executives, said a few closing remarks.
"Ms. Smith," he started. "We have been very impressed
with your company and all of your abundant
capabilities. We believe that you will serve JET's
interests best and are awarding Designware the
contract. I would like for you to be my guest at a
celebratory dinner this evening at my home. Can you
make it, my Dear?"
Miriam knew she had reservations for six PM on the last
flight this evening back to Birmingham.
"I don't know," she hesitantly replied. "I'm supposed
to go home to my husband and children this evening.
Besides, I don't have any clothes to wear."
"That's alright, my Dear," the older black executive
said. "Just go ahead and call your husband. Tell him
you won the contract but have to stay here for the
weekend and brief other members of the management team.
Here's my American express card. Go buy yourself some
new clothes. Pick out something sexy, okay? I'll have
my limo pick you up at seven PM at your hotel."
Miriam called her boss and excitedly told him they won
the contract with JET Magazine. She also told him that
she had to stay the weekend to review the contract with
other members of JET's management team and wouldn't be
back in the office until Monday afternoon. He wished
her every success and good luck as she needed to seal
She then called her husband and apologized to him about
not being there for him this weekend. Maurice said it
would be alright with him and the children if she had
to stay in Detroit and work the weekend. He would just
take the kids to the zoo on Saturday instead of playing
his usual round of golf.
Miriam went on a shopping spree with ole man Turner's
credit card. She made a point of stopping off at
Victoria's Secret for some 'special' clothing.
The attractive blonde wife looked stunning when she
exited the limo at Mr. Turner's massive estate in the
secluded suburbs of Detroit. He knew he had a 'keeper'
to take care of his management team.
Dinner was fabulous. Miriam was the dessert. The elder
Negro not only fucked his newest contractor in the
'missionary' position but he also turned her as he
wanted to take her virginal rectum. She screamed bloody
murder when he stuck it to her. He just about 'wrecked'
her rectum with his massive black cock but it was an
experience that Miriam will never, ever forget. She
didn't think that she would enjoy anal intercourse as
much as she did!
Each of JET's Board of Directors got an equal
opportunity to sample her feminine charms that weekend.
Miriam never had so much big black cock stuffed into
her accommodating pussy in such a short time. She
looked forward to her next meeting in Detroit with
Designware's newest client.
On several occasions, Marcus even reciprocated, if
that's what you call it, and made the trip to see her
in the Birmingham office. They spent the night together
on those occasions as she told her cuckolded husband
that she had to work late again that night and not to
wait up for her. She really did have to work as in
Marcus worked her tight, little sweet pussy over and
Miriam even began to look at black men in a different
light now. Before she had spurned their advances like
any other reputable Southern Belle would do. Now she
saw that it was her duty - no her obligation - to offer
her body to Negroes as partial restitution for all of
the pain, torture and suffering that the white man had
rained down upon the black African slaves. She
encouraged other of her pretty white friends to be more
receptive of those lusting stares from black men.
To top it all off, Mr. Simmons even gave her a big
bonus for her efforts in winning the lucrative design
contract with JET. She certainly earned each and every
penny of it, many times over!
The important sales presentation certainly changed
Miriam's life forever!
Keys: MF rom intr