Blacked Preacher's Wife

By Fatima X

The Monday morning rush hour traffic was as slow as usual. At least it was a beautiful Spring morning. Fiona turned her thoughts inwards as she waited for the car in front of her to move another ten feet forward. Today was to be her first day on her new job as Executive Personal Assistant to Sean Jones, a large handsome Black man and Director of Urban Partners for The Development of Social Education. It was a tax funded organization established to ensure that minorities were well represented in modern society. Fiona would not have considered working there just a year ago. Now, she felt fortunate to have landed the position.

Fiona had been an administrative assistant for one of the Fortune Five Hundred Companies just three months before. Corporate down-sizing had eliminated her job, along with many others. John Davis, her husband had a low paying dead-end job and they simply could not live on his salary alone. She was forced to accept this position even thought she was not completely comfortable with the sometimes inappropriate and blatantly appraising stares that her new and slightly younger African-American boss had given her during the job interview. She had worn proper attire for their meeting, but he seemed to be undressing her with his dark eyes as she had outlined her areas of expertise.

Fiona was so distracted by her thoughts that she never noticed the guy in the truck in the next lane in traffic. He had certainly noticed her. From his higher position, he could look down inside of her red Mitsubishi automobile. What he saw was a pretty redhead with lustrous shoulder length hair, a green silk blouse that molded itself to a pair of large breasts, black knee length wool skirt that had ridden up part way to the top of her thighs, exposing the hem of her green silk slip and a pair of beautifully shaped feminine legs encased in black nylon stockings. Fiona, now thirty-seven years old, may have been several years older than the young man, but he was having fantasies of what he would do to her if he had her in his bedroom. Like most such fantasies, they would never come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fatima X
• Release date: Mar 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463733660

Fatima X

Fatima X is a deranged sadist who adores extreme raceplay stories. She has been writing for close to two decades and only in the past two years began publishing her evil works of art. She loves hearing from fans and which stories they enjoy as she focuses on tailoring to her audience.

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Blacked Preacher’s Wife

An erotic tale with themes of cheating, betrayal, cuckolding, white submission, black dominance, interracial, humiliation, and coerced male bisexuality

Author: Fatima X

Published by Darkest Taboo Press

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This story is intended for adult readership and concerns explicit sexual and cultural themes. It may include infidelity, domination/submission, unprotected sex, pregnancy risk, cuckold humiliation. This is purely taboo erotic fiction and in no way, represents the real world in past, present, or future.

© 2017 by Fatima X. All rights reserved.

Blacked Preacher’s Wife

The Monday morning rush hour traffic was as slow as usual. At least it was a beautiful Spring morning. Fiona turned her thoughts inwards as she waited for the car in front of her to move another ten feet forward. Today was to be her first day on her new job as Executive Personal Assistant to Sean Jones, a large handsome Black man and Director of Urban Partners for The Development of Social Education. It was a tax funded organization established to ensure that minorities were well represented in modern society. Fiona would not have considered working there just a year ago. Now, she felt fortunate to have landed the position.

Fiona had been an administrative assistant for one of the Fortune Five Hundred Companies just three months before. Corporate down-sizing had eliminated her job, along with many others. John Davis, her husband had a low paying dead-end job and they simply could not live on his salary alone. She was forced to accept this position even thought she was not completely comfortable with the sometimes inappropriate and blatantly appraising stares that her new and slightly younger African-American boss had given her during the job interview. She had worn proper attire for their meeting, but he seemed to be undressing her with his dark eyes as she had outlined her areas of expertise.

Fiona was so distracted by her thoughts that she never noticed the guy in the truck in the next lane in traffic. He had certainly noticed her. From his higher position, he could look down inside of her red Mitsubishi automobile. What he saw was a pretty redhead with lustrous shoulder length hair, a green silk blouse that molded itself to a pair of large breasts, black knee length wool skirt that had ridden up part way to the top of her thighs, exposing the hem of her green silk slip and a pair of beautifully shaped feminine legs encased in black nylon stockings. Fiona, now thirty-seven years old, may have been several years older than the young man, but he was having fantasies of what he would do to her if he had her in his bedroom. Like most such fantasies, they would never come true.

The traffic began to move forward. Fiona was almost late for her first day at the Urban Partners Headquarters. She rushed in and began working immediately. When Sean arrived, she brought a mug of steaming fresh coffee to him. He thanked her, smiling at the efficiency of his beautiful redheaded secretary. Sean had always had a thing for married white women. Fiona’s red hair looked to be natural. He was determined that it would not be just her hair dresser that knew for sure if she dyed it. He had found out that she really needed this job because her husband could not support his family on his measly income. Sean’s planned conquest of the beautiful Fiona Davis was to begin this week.

Sean Jones was a very clever man. He had manipulated the system and had been appointed to head the social education programs for the Urban Partners. His salary was considered excessive by some. If they had know about the expense accounts, the free use of a state owned car, a new Mercury Grand Marquis with all the extras, they would have been truly amazed. His expensive suits and nice apartment were obtained at a discount, or for free, from merchants that wanted to be on friendly terms with such a politically connected man as Sean.

Sean still went to the gym three days a week. He knew that he needed a good physique to pick up the most attractive and desirable of the women that also went there. Seeing a wedding band on a woman’s ring finger only made her more appealing to him. Many times a satisfied wife had returned to her home and husband with Sean’s potent seed dripping into the crotchband of her panties. Sean had lost count of the number.

Fiona interrupted Sean’s thoughts when she announced that the Mayor was here to see him. Sean told her to show him in. Andrew Oldham was an African-American Mayor. He, like Sean, was fairly young and had a great political